Almond Allergy

‘04

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Masterlist~

(Requests open)

BTS:

Ot7:

Jin:

+ The Perfect and The Poser [tba]*

Suga:

+ Stroke my whiskers one last time

+ You Can STAY in our Magic Shop (feat. SKZ) [tba]*

+ A Change of Rhythm (collab)

J-Hope:

RM:

+ The Sunday Breeze [tba]*

Jimin:

V:

Jungkook:

Stray Kids:

Ot8:

Bang Chan:

+ Love Yourself [tba]*

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

+ Alien [tba]*

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

Anime:

Intoxicated(BNHA/MHA)[tba]*

* [tba] = I had the idea but I’m not sure if I will write it

** [Coming Soon] = I’m going to write and post it

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A Change of Rhythm (1)

Pairing: Yoongi x Musician!f.Reader

Recommended playlist: Slump(SKZ), Wishing on a Star(BTS), Stars and Raindrops(SKZ), Coffee(BTS), Hug Me(I.N), Dimple(BTS), Hoodie Season (3racha/SKZ), Chocolate (Day6), Love Senario(iKon), Blueberry Eyes(MAX), Can't Stop(SKZ), Blue Hour(TXT)

This is a work of FICTION, everything is made with creative liberty and is not meant to represent anyone/any true events.

Music. My best friend, my first love, my passion, and turns out to also be my thirteenth reason. When my muse runs out, that’s it. My career is over. Old songs are boring, everything now is just so boring and stressful. 

I slammed my hands on my keyboard for the nth time. “Dammit…” I leaned back into my chair, leaning so far back I almost fell to the floor. A heavy sigh left my lips, “Why can’t I come up with anything good anymore?” I looked at the floor, this had been going on for a month, absolutely no songs made, and ten times the stress levels. I knew I needed a break from everything for a while. I needed a change of rhythm.

I grabbed my wallet and jacket and left my genius lab. It’s not a genius lab without a genius in it, I needed to get him back soon. I closed the door, and wouldn’t be returning until this slump came to an end. Which hopefully would be soon.

…

“What do you mean you’re sick? You sound fine. You were fine yesterday.”

“I’m sick of this job,” I said, hanging up the phone. Instead of heading to Hybe, I called in sick. I might have well as been sick, a producer with no creativity is basically on the death bed. Likewise with an unmotivated musician. Sometimes you just need to get away from what you’re bored of for a while and return to it later. I grabbed my tote bag, put a few things in it, and went to a nearby coffee shop. The second floor is always better than the first, you get a beautiful view of the neighbourhood with all of the foliage.

When we got back from Vegas I never thought I would love to see so much green again. “That’s something I could write about—“ I got my pen out to jot in the small notebook of mine only to see the previous page and stop, “oh… I already did.” I always made writing songs look easy, but it never is. Inspiration appears so randomly, sometimes it comes through so clearly, but other times, like today, it’s coming at me like molasses. The ideas and I are almost like two south poles of a magnet. When I reach out for an idea, it runs away. 

I let out a soft sigh, putting my notebook back into my tote bag. I finished my coffee while stalking my Instagram profile and deleting random DMs. These people are so unhinged online, it’s disgusting to think of the dirty things some people will message you with. They really drown out the important messages.

“Are you unproductive?” The ad blared from my phone. Instagram ads are so well hidden in the system, but that doesn’t make them any less annoying. I was about to scroll before it continued, “maybe it’s time for a change of rhythm. Here’s ten things to help get your motivation back.”

~~~

So I listened. Fresh air? Check. Book? Check. Dramas? Check. A will to live? Working on it. 

It’s what I was doing anyway, just taking a break from everything. Plus Namjoon does this kind of stuff all the time. I brought my tote bag to the park and found a shade tree. I pulled out a self-help book by one of my favourite authors and got to reading. There was the slightest breeze, and the sun felt toasty on my legs that poked out from the shade of the tree.

~~~

I don’t know when I had fallen asleep, but I was woken up by this girl, playing classical music on her phone. Or maybe it was the sun in my face that really woke me. At the moment, however, I could only focus on the loud music, the very thing I was avoiding. Why did she have to blast it like that? “Hey, can you wear headphones or turn it down?” I felt groggy, and not like waking up… at all. She turned to look at me and I saw her hair, (s/t) skin and (e/c) eyes. ‘Oh, she’s a foreigner.’ I suddenly went into English robot mode, “Hello, your music, turn it down. Please?” Her eyes just went wide, like beautiful marbles. Why were they kind of cute? ‘What if she doesn’t speak English?’ My heart dropped at the thought.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She replied in English. I sighed with relief and grabbed onto my chest. She bowed and walked away. In the distance, I could see her cover her face like she wanted to crawl into a hole from embarrassment. It almost made me feel guilty. But who plays their music so loudly without headphones on, in public? I thought that was clear internationally too, but maybe not. Who am I to judge?

I grabbed my phone and looked at the time, it was a few hours after when I normally ate lunch. Maybe I should just go home for the rest of the day. ‘Home… Maybe I should go back to Daegu for a bit.’ I packed my book, water, and small picnic blanket into my bag and walked home. The sun felt nice on my skin. I thought about writing a song called ‘Sunkissed’ on the walk home.

‘The warm lips of the sun

They hold you in when you’re trying to run...’

“No, I hate it.” I ripped the paper out of my notebook and threw it away. I honestly wanted to cry. Either cry from stress or break everything I could. I opted to cry. And I did, I cried for at least an hour. Through making my lunch. Through eating that lunch while watching a drama on my big flat-screen TV, with Holly on my lap. And finally through my shower to rinse off the dirt from the park. 

They say crying is for the weak, but I don't think so. It’s not a weakness, it’s a sign of struggle, and battle scars. It’s a coping mechanism. Screw those people who talk shit about people who cry too much. 

I sigh after rinsing my hair out. I grab the towel that hangs on the bar attached to the glass of the shower. Suddenly I thought about what I would have to get for my parents. I shouldn’t visit them empty-handed… although I could. “I’ll make something out of wood for them. I already made cutting boards for the members, so… Maybe a coat hanger to put by the door.” I decided. The only thing you can give someone who has everything already or can get whatever they want is something handmade.

I wrapped the towel around my waist so I could dry my hair. I put a few products in it before blow-drying it. Then I put some face cream and sunscreen on my face and went back to my couch to continue the drama. Holly hopped up on my lap and nuzzled at my elbow until I lifted my arm over him. It’s the cutest thing a dog can do. My heart was completely melted by his actions. “Why are you so cute Holly-ah?” I started petting his curly fur and rubbing his ears. “Do you wanna visit Daegu again? Let's start packing tomorrow, huh?”

“Woof!”

~~~

There was a hesitation before I raised my hand to knock on the door of the two-story building. My mom came to the door with equal hesitation, then she realised it was me. “Yoongi-ah, what are you doing here all unannounced?” I walked in with my small suitcase.

“I thought I’d visit for a little while. I didn’t think I needed to get an invitation.”

“Of course not. I love seeing my little boy.” She picked up Holly, and took the leash from my hands. “Isn’t that right my little boy?” She asked, referring to Holly. I made a bet with myself that within thirty minutes she would dress him in the silliest little outfit. I don’t know how she gets him to let her, I’m lucky if I can get a bandana on him. Mothers are full of magic. “So what’s the real reason why you came, Yoongi-ah? Is work getting stressful?” I could only nod in response. I didn’t need to say anything.

“Is Hyung home?”

“No, he’s at work, probably like you should be right now.”

“Dad too?”

“Yep. I was about to get dinner ready. We weren't expecting you, so go to the store and get more ingredients.” She shifted Holly to her left hand and grabbed my arm with her right. I was practically kidnapped into the kitchen, and given a list of things to get from the store. I briefly looked at the list, and I could see some things that were not just for dinner.

“Do we need cotton pads for dinner?”

“You’re going to the store anyway, there’s no need for multiple trips today.” She patted my back, and mouthed ‘thank you’. I sighed and began my short journey to the store.

~~~

I realised that I should have driven to the store. It never hit me that I would carry more than eight bags home. I had to make two stops, but luckily the stores are relatively close to one another. But that didn’t help my arms from carrying all these bags.

“Need help there?” I turned around towards the voice. I didn’t catch my grin before I saw his face.

“Hyung. Here, take them.”

“All of them?” He started laughing, then realised I was serious.

“Yes,” I replied, holding out all of the bags for him to take. And of course he only took half. “Ya! I said all of them!” I couldn’t throw them all on him before he ran away. We reached home before I knew it. It may have gone faster because I chased him the whole way home.

I only caught up to him after we got home. He was standing by the door, about to take his shoes off, but not quite. He was busy laughing his ass off over god knows what. “Ma, he runs like a grandpa! Hahaha!” 

‘So that’s what it was. He’s talking shit.’ I opened the door and walked in calmly. While taking my shoes off I purposefully nudged my hyung with my shoulder. Sadly, he didn’t fall over as I had hoped. “We bumped into each other while walking home.” I brought the bags to the kitchen, washed all of the vegetables, and put them in the baskets with the matching produce. “Mom, I’m done,” I called out.

“Uhuh,” she replied. She walked past me, and pet Holly, who had been standing right outside of the kitchen which was also the entrance hall of the house. She then fanned her hand towards me, telling me to get out of the kitchen. I jumped, ran to Holly and played with him a little.

“So how are you doing Yoongi-ah?” My brother patted my shoulder, behind me.

“Bored out of my mind. How’s the restaurant going?” At some point, he had gotten a bag of chips.

“Pretty much the same since the last time you visited. Pretty busy on the weekends. I still get some of your little fangirls, asking if you can marry them. Maybe if you actually got married they’d stop asking.” He began to laugh and held his belly.

“Shut it hyung, you’re older than me, what about your wife? Oh right, you don’t have one.” I looked at him smugly with my arms crossed. ‘Seriously, this guy…”

“Ouch. That one hurt.” He wrapped both of his hands around his heart like he had been struck by a bullet. “At least I’m not being asked by millions upon millions of people around the world to marry them. I’m perfectly content without that kind of stress. I’m just gonna wait for my Miss Right.”

“You’re like a billion years old, hyung- You know what? Nevermind.” I let out a long sigh. Sometimes hyung was great, he was the only one that had supported my love for music career through my middle and high school ages. But he could also be a brat as if he was the younger sibling. 

“I’m going to go help Mom cook. Make yourself useless.” I groaned in response as I made my way from the entrance hall to my room, upstairs. I dove through my suitcase to get my tablet and continued the new drama I had started. I don’t usually watch romances, but this one had good reviews from the watchers. There was also an adorable cat. I couldn’t help but want my own when I watched how cute the kitten was in the show.

At some point in time, Holly had climbed the stairs and walked into my room whining. “What is it Holly-ah? Are you hungry?” Holly’s ears perked up and his head tilted at the word ‘hungry’. I got up with an iconic dad grunt and picked Holly up like a purse between my arm and body. When I got downstairs I pulled out some ground beef from the fridge that Mom didn’t use in her cooking, and began to simmer it in the pan. I mixed it with some sweet potatoes and put some spices that vets recommend for dogs like turmeric and such. Holly jumped around sporadically while I put the contents into a bowl for him. “Sit, hand. Other hand, okay!” Holly was always good with the little training tricks I taught him as a puppy.

“Well now that you’re downstairs, dinner is ready. Come eat Yoongi-ah,” Mom said. I hummed back in understanding and walked to the table in the living room that connected to both the entrance hall and the kitchen like a ‘T’ shape. 

3.2.23 Word Count: ~2300

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A Change of Rhythm

Yoongi x Musician!f.Reader

Genre: contemporary romance, fluff, slight hurt to comfort, slight angst

Contains: mentions of depression, Y/n is not Korean unless u want her to be (barely, if at all, changes the story), cursing, & things I may have missed

Recommended playlist: Slump(SKZ), Wishing on a Star(BTS), Stars and Raindrops(SKZ), Coffee(BTS), Hug Me(I.N), Dimple(BTS), Hoodie Season (3racha/SKZ), Chocolate (Day6), Love Senario(iKon), Blueberry Eyes(MAX), Can't Stop(SKZ), Blue Hour(TXT)

↷ teaser

↷ part 1

↷ part 2

↷ part 3 (finale)

If anyone plagiarises or post without credits, let me know~!

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A Change of Rhythm (Teaser)

Yoongi x Mucician!f.Reader

Genre: contemporary romance, fluff, slight hurt to comfort, slight angst

Contains: depression, foreigner reader (unless you wanna read it as otherwise), cursing, etc

*Is not meant to represent any true events/people*

I don’t know when I had fallen asleep, but I was woken up by this girl, playing classical music from her phone. Or maybe it was the sun in my face that really woke me. At the moment, however, I could only focus on the loud music, the very thing I was avoiding. Why did she have to blast it like that? “Hey, can you wear headphones or turn it down?” I felt groggy, and not like waking up… at all. She turned to look at me and I saw her face. ‘Oh, she’s a foreigner.’ I suddenly went into English robot mode, “Hello, your music, turn it down. Please?” Her eyes just went wide, like beautiful marbles. Why were they kind of cute? ‘What if she doesn’t speak english?’ My heart dropped at the thought.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She replied in English. I sighed with relief, and grabbed onto my chest. She bowed and walked away. In the distance I could see her cover her face like she wanted to crawl in a hole from embarrassment. It almost made me feel guilty. But who plays their music so loudly without headphones on, in public? I thought that was clear internationally too, maybe not. Who am I to judge?

I grabbed my phone and looked at the time, it was a few hours after when I normally ate lunch. Maybe I should just go home for the rest of the day. ‘Home… Maybe I should go back to Daegu for a bit.’ I packed my book, water, and small picnic blanket into my bag and walked home. The sun felt nice on my skin. I thought about writing a song called ‘Sunkissed’ on the walk home.

‘The warm lips of the sun

They hold you in when you’re trying to run...’

“No, I hate it.”

2.10.23

Hope you’re looking forward to Yoongi’s fabulous Trombone skills~

And a very cute, fluffy romance!

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Stroke My Whiskers One Last Time (2)

This story contains: fluff, food, nudity, death.

“This is the Theatre, where shows are performed. Plays and such, you know,” the girl explained to the prince. She pointed to the big wooden and straw theatre. The maroon curtains sway to the light breeze. She had been walking around with him for hours. They were stopped a few times by citizens noticing the prince, giving him formal invitations for events.

The Prince, never before seen outside of The Castle or large formal events. Most people had only seen portraits of him, which in no way did his looks justice. But they were enough to be able to identify him. He was way nicer than anyone would have anticipated. He was always described as quiet and cold. But it wasn’t even slightly true. He was very friendly, especially to (Y/N).

They stopped their journey around the kingdom to eat lunch in a deli near the theatre. “I can pay,” the prince insisted.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll pay,” the girl cut in front of the prince with her coin purse. “Here you are~!” She pulled out her money and handed it to the lady. They went to one of the polished oak wood tables outside the deli. There was a mustard sun umbrella providing shade to the table.

“I could have paid… it’s the least I could have done,” the prince said in a pout to the girl. He felt bad for letting her pay, especially since he was the more wealthy of the two… And the man.

“No, I should be the one to treat you, Your Highness.” (Y/n) flashed a smile at him, he avoided her eye contact and looked away.

“Just call me Yoongi,” he whispered, inaudibly. His face was still turned away from the girl, and she couldn’t hear him.

“Pardon me, Your Highness; I didn’t hear you.” She leaned closer to The Prince.

“It was nothing.” He rubbed the back of his neck while turning back to face the girl. Her lips formed an ‘oh’ shape as she backed away. The Prince looked down, realising he may have just turned her off. “I never got your name,” The Prince said to (Y/n). Her face lit up from its previously gloomy state.

“Ah- I- Um… It’s (Y/n),” She replied, looking around the scenery. Before he could say more, a lady came to their table with their lunch. (Y/N) was given her mutton, broccoli and mashed potatoes, steaming with graving oozing off of everything. The Prince had his lamb chops with the same sides as (Y/n). "Wow, it looks delicious!" She grabbed her fork and knife and started cutting open the juicy meat, letting it cool off before eating.

After a while, she noticed how The Prince didn't touch his food. He was sitting there, staring at her. "Do you not like it, Your Highness?" She asked him. He blinked a few times as if he was snapped out of a spell.

"Oh, I got distracted. It's just fine," he replied, shaking his head. He lifted his utensils off of the napkins placed on the table. His hands shook as if he were in the middle of a blizzard with no coat on. His clammy hands caused the fork to drop out of his hands and fall onto the floor.

"I wouldn’t have expected you to be so clumsy, Your Highness." She chuckled to the man, covering her mouth with her napkin, "here." She grabbed his plate and began cutting the lamb for him, feeding him with her own fork. His cheeks displayed a rose hue, his eyes half-lidded as he focused on the hands that fed him. She was like a mother. Like his mother. He missed her terribly after her death a few years back. She was the only one who could convince his father to do anything. She was the one who took him into consideration; who chose family before anything else in his life.

The Prince hushed out a “thank you” as he took another bite of the lamb from her fork. She shook her head as if to say he didn’t need to worry about it. He was a member of the royal family after all. Of course, she would do something as small as this for him.

~~~

Upon finishing eating, The Prince had to go back to The Castle. The place he resented so much. “Can we meet up again tomorrow (Y/n)?” The Prince looked back at her.

“I would love to. We can watch the 6 o’clock play together. I hear this time they’re performing a Shakespear play,” She suggested.

“That sounds perfect!” The Prince shined a bright gummy smile at the girl. He got closer to her to pick up her hands, “I’ll see you then,” he said to her happily. He walked off towards The Castle. (Y/n) watched until he was too small to see anymore.

~~~

The pitter-patters of the rainfall on the window usually brought comfort to (Y/n). But not this morning. The girl paces around her cramped living room. Last night, her little kitten never showed up, causing her to stress about him, and the fact that it was raining meant the play would likely be cancelled.

“Have I really been done like this?” she fell onto her bed purposefully, resting her arm on her forehead. Her long eyelashes brushed her cheeks as she closed her stress-filled eyes. How could one be so unlucky?

Dreading to get up, (Y/n) dragged herself out of the house to open the bakery. Her brolly was old, it was her mother’s. There was a gash on the edge of the maroon fabric allowing water to sprinkle through.

It was an understatement. She was completely drenched by the time she arrived at the bakery. Her shoes squished and her hair dripped. She left puddles on the barely polished oak wood floors with every step she took. She could only hope that the towel that was usually placed in the staffroom was still there today. She sluggishly walked herself to the room and peered at the desk where the towel was usually placed. “Thank God,” she sighed, skipping up to the desk and grabbing the towel. Starting with drying her hair as best she could, then the rest of her.

~~~

His arms were thrown in the air for a mighty stretch. Groans escaped his lips. His puffy eyes were clamped shut for a few seconds. The Prince bounced off the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

The kingdom was the only building with running water. Other, lower class, citizens had to labour over bringing water into their houses daily, for cleansing and food.

The prince splashed his face with the cold running water. He started the bathwater and walked out of the bathroom with a towel to dry his face. The Prince’s room was huge with many unnecessary decorations. And a single, but large, painting of a family portrait with his father, mother and himself. His mother wore a black and golden gown, complemented with a peacock feather brooch. The prince was nothing more than a lad at the time, wearing his blue and gold dress. Funny, he still kept that dress, due to his mother’s request.

The prince looked out through his window as the droplets of rain splattered and raced down the glass. “It’s raining today… what am I going to do about this?” The prince looked down to his feet. He never liked the rain, it made his skin itch and he always got sick after being outside. He walked back to the bathroom and hopped in the bath. The hot water put him more at ease.

~~~

The bell attached to the bakery’s door rang loudly. The prince walked in through the door, closed his brolly and shook off some of the water before hanging it on the racks. “Welcome in Your Highness,” (Y/N) bowed to the prince. The two made eye contact for a minute, before (Y/n) broke it and bowed down hastily. “Would you like something to drink while I get ready?” She offered.

“Just tea will be fine,” The Prince replied. He played with the cuffs on his coat and sat down at one of the tables. His eyes were wide open, and his cheeks were dusted with a light pink shade in contrast to his milky white skin. The Prince never fidgeted, it was ill-mannered, but he couldn’t control himself today. The back of his hands felt dry like a rash was forming on them. From experience, he knew not to scratch them. The Prince sighed, “I hate the rain…”

“Did you say something You’re Highness?” The girl startled the Prince. She placed his cup and plate on the rustic mahogany tables. He pulled the plate closer to him and began to fidget with the edge of the teacup plate.

“No, nothing,” he replied to the girl. “We should make new plans because of the rain… How about this? Would you like to go to The Castle with me?” The girl’s arms went stiff. She looked up into the Prince’s eyes to check for any sarcasm or a crooked grin. But none was seen. She slid into the seat across from him and gripped the edge of the table tightly.

“Are you sure your highness? I’m merely a peasant, I do not belong in the—” she was cut off by the prince’s finger touching her lips. The customers in the bakery all gasped, watching The prince’s actions.

“I’m sure. I know your promise was to show me around the kingdom, but this once let me show you around The Castle. Is that alright?” He asked her, taking his finger off of her lips. She didn’t know how to feel, what would become of her image in the public eye if she said yes. What about if she said no, she’d be known as the ‘girl who turned down the prince’ which would be degrading towards The prince. But what if she was addressed as ‘the prince’s mistress’ or something to indicate a sexual relationship? Either option was bad, but she would rather ruin her own reputation than his.

“I- I’ll go then,” she muttered out, looking at the table.

“Look at me,” he commanded gently. This was the first time he had ever given her a command. Even though the tone in his voice was sweet and gooey, (y/n) was still startled. She immediately looked back into his deep eyes. They were soft but filled with loneliness. How did she not realize this before? He didn’t care about the kingdom, he likely knew it like the back of his hand. What he really wanted was someone he could talk to and someone to keep him company… yet he has hundreds of servants within The Castle, why couldn’t he just talk to one of them?

The patrons in the bakery were all watching her, some with looks of sympathy and others with looks of disgust. Her cheeks flushed, and she suddenly felt shy. This was the first time she had ever been in the spotlight, and now she was caught in it. She wanted to run, to hide. She couldn’t bear the thought of the look of pity and disgust that the people were giving her. She could practically hear them calling her a “whore,” and a “slut”. “I bet she whines and begs for him to warm her side of the bed at night,” she imagined them saying. She felt the prickling sensation in her head, as her thoughts were becoming clouded. She let out a nervous laugh and shook her head to rid the thoughts.

In reality, the patrons were in disbelief. Jealousy clouded a few of them, they wanted to be next to the prince in (Y/n)’s stead. But the rest of them knew just how kind-hearted and deserving of this (Y/n) was.

“(Y/N) look at me,” the prince repeated, sterner this time. She hesitantly looked up at the beautiful, black-haired prince in front of her. Her movements were too slow for him, however. He grabbed her cheeks and turned her to face him. “You’ll be fine,” his forehead moved to touch hers, “I promise.” Her head began to spin in circles, and her legs became weak. You wicked man Prince Min Yoongi. How could you be so deadly attractive and cute at the same time your highness? The warmth of his hands left her cheeks, it moved down her arms instead. He pulled her by her wrists, “Come on (Y/N), let us go.” His childish grin stole the hearts of every customer in that bakery.

“Wait, Your Highness! What about my things? I can’t waltz into The Castle in torn clothing!” Her legs moved on their own to keep her off the ground. The jingle of the door felt more like a “So long” rather than the usual greeting it had before.

“There’s clothing at The Castle!” He didn’t even turn back.

9.24.22

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Stroke My Whiskers One Last Time (1)

This story contains: fluff, food, nudity, death.

"Order up!" A (h/c) girl said, spinning up to the table with a plated angel cake in her palms. The sweet smell of cream and bread filled the warm building. The chatty customers add to the fullness of the rustic building. "Enjoy." She walked to the back of the bakery, opening a heavy wooden door leading to the kitchen. A light steam from baking escaped through the door.

(Y/n) wasn't the richest, but she was happy with the way she lived. She didn't have a lot of money but she had a lot of spirit. Many of the boys and girls loved being by her side. She was always so cheerful and full of positivity, she was always adored by the adults around her.

"What would you like to order ma'am?"

~~~

"Your highness, please come back!" A woman in a servant dress came running out of a large room. A stressed sweat was visible while she swiftly moved, holding up her mustard gown so as to not trip on it. She hastily approached the young man in baby blue silk pyjamas. As she got closer to him she reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him from escaping the building. He turned around to glare at her with his deep black eyes. If looks could kill, she would already be buried six feet under.

"There's no way I'll marry someone I don't even love!! Who do you take me for wench?!" He turned around pushing the lady away from him before walking away farther. The boy was beginning to approach the stained glass doors which lead to the large garden. Just five more seconds and he could be free of all the naggings. Free from other people's expectations and orders.

"You heard the King's orders, you can't just walk out like this!" The woman continued to chase him. He picked up his speed to the door, opening and slamming it on the lady's face. "Oh dear..." the lady put her hand to her face, massaging her temples. "He can't avoid marriage forever he's almost twenty for god's sake." She shook her head and walked back to the King's headquarters.

~~~

The sky was dark, crickets chirped keeping the night from being silent. (Y/n) locked up the bakery, securing the wooden plank in front of the door with an iron lock. "Meow~" She heard a cat whining at her.

"Back again Little Prince?" She crouched down to pet the black cat. He had bright blue eyes and grey mitten paws. He comes by usually at night after (Y/n) gets off of work.

"Meow~" The cat purred out, rubbing his head on (Y/n)'s legs. He especially loved his ears and chin being scratched. Soon enough (Y/n) picked the cat up and brought him to her little home. As she stood back up she patted down her striped blue skirt and butter-stained apron.

"Alright Little Prince let's head home and eat," she said to the cat, earning an excited meow back. She walked along the dark streets, barely litten up by the lantern posts. Her home was small but cosy. "Mom, Dad, I'm home!" She shouted out replacing the shoes on her feet with house slippers.

Silence replied to her. She walked into the kitchen, "Fish again?" she asked as she opened the icebox taking out some fish that she bought the previous day. She put them next to her cutting board, gutting, deboning and scaling the fish. She squeezed some lemon and lime juice onto the fish, marinating them. While she waited for the fish to absorb the lemon-lime mixture she put rosemary and butter in a large pan over her cooking fire. Throwing the fish in the pan caused a large splash and sizzle sound.

The cat purred while watching her from the table. He dragged the picture frames from the middle of the table near the chairs, making it appear as if there were more people in the home. (Y/n) fetched a potato and some carrots from the vegetable basket, cut the potato down the middle and threw everything in the oven to soften. She mixed the middle of the potato with cheese, parsley, garlic and butter. "Little Prince~ dinner is ready!" She brought 3 plates to the table. giving one with a single cooked fish to her parent's painted portraits. One with a fish and chopped carrots to the cat and finally her own plate with fish and a potato. "bon appétit," (Y/n) said as she and the cat began feasting on the delicious meal.

"Meow~"

Upon finishing the food, (Y/n) walked to her bedroom, which only fit a dresser and a bed. Mint green hues glistened off of her walls. "I should take a bath." She grabbed a wooden bucket and headed outside, the cat following her every last step. She walked up to the metal hose pump, grabbed the handle and began thrusting it for water to come out of the spout. When her bucket was full she walked back into her house to pour the water into the bathtub. She put on a fire under the tub to heat the water before leaving again to get more water to fill up the tub.

It took four, maybe five trips back and forth to get water to put in the tub. Sweat dripped from (Y/n)'s face as she put out the fire. The water was just a few degrees too cool to cook her alive. The perfect temperature. The cat waited outside while (Y/n) bathed herself. He never entered the bathroom with her, cats don't typically like water. She, of course, wouldn't expect him to.

An hour passed by and the cat began meowing and scratching the door. "Alright, alright!" (Y/n) giggled out to the cat, rinsing off her hair one last time. Then getting out of the bathtub, too lazy to drain it at the moment. She got out and wrapped herself in a towel. While she dried her hair she opened the door to reveal the one who was meowing on the other side. "Are you happy now?" She giggled while picking the cat up and laying down on her bed, still in her towel.

He purred and rubbed his head on her collarbone and chin while she pet him. Soon enough she fell asleep and the cat pulled a fuzzy blanket onto her.

~~~

By the time (y/n) woke up her little friend was already gone. She was still in just a towel and her hair was frizzy from sleeping on it wet. “I wonder where he goes off to every morning?” The girl got up from her bed and dressed, struggling to tighten her corset herself.

She opened the bakery once more and repeated her usual day. “Welcome~”

~~~

“Yoongi! How dare you run out of The Castle like that?!” His father, the King, raised his hand to the boy. The stinging sensation led to his eyes tearing up. But the prince refused to cry. He was a grown man. ‘Men don’t cry,’ as he was taught at a young age. All the adults spread these words for him to hide his emotions and never share them… Toxic masculinity if you would.

The prince always got yelled at for leaving The Castle. Why did he have to be born the prince of a large kingdom? Born into this cursed life of high standards? Oh, how he just wanted to leave and explore the kingdom without being recognized. “Yoongi, you’re going to get married whether you like it or not. It’s for the sake of our kingdom,” his father flamed at him. He sat up from his bed laid with silky white sheets.

“But how am I supposed to marry someone I don’t even love! Father, isn’t your top priority to make me happy? This is making my life miserable,” The prince shouted back to his father, letting the warm tears simmer down his cheeks. His fists were squeezed shut, shaking from the tension. He was furious. How he wanted to punch his father with all of his might and knock the man out cold. Though, he knew he couldn’t do so. He would never be let out of his room, let alone out into the kingdom. “Shouldn’t you choose family over anything else? What would Mother say?” The prince wept out.

“My top priority is the Kingdom, to give my family a good life.” The king narrowed his dark eyes at the boy. “And to give you a good life, you need to marry a capable woman,” his father sighed, sitting down, on the large bed, next to the prince.

“What if I found someone for myself?” The prince’s eyes shimmered with hope. “I can find a capable woman, that I love,” he went off, wanting to convince his father. The King sighed at the boy.

“I’ll give you by the end of the month. You know what happens if she finds out though.” The prince’s face gleamed with his smile. He nodded vigorously at the king.

“Yes, yes. I know father, I won’t tell her,” The prince bounced up from his bed. He dashed to his changing quarters, putting his coat, trousers and hat on, and then he ran out the door. His father looked at him amused. Did the prince already have someone in mind? Or was it just an excuse to see the Kingdom he loves being in so much? The King chuckled at his son’s ambitiousness.

~~~

“Welco- Oh my, Good morning Your Highness!” (Y/N) bowed, her hair covering her face. The prince lightly bowed back to the girl as a reply,

“And to you.” He sat down at one of the unpolished mahogany tables. There were a few water stains here and there on each table, adding to the rustic-themed bakery. The girl was flustered, she had never thought she would meet anyone in the royal family.

“Your Highness, what can I do for you?” The girl stood at the prince’s table waiting for his order. Her hands got clammy from her nerves, and she tried not to clench them or rub the sweat off on her apron. The prince gave her a gummy smile.

“A Fiadone Corse with a coffee, no sugar,” the prince replied to the girl. She nodded to him telling him how long it would take to make the pastry. The prince waited patiently for the girl to bring him his coffee, and a little bit after a slice of freshly made Fiadone Corse. The prince’s mouth watered from just the scent of the beautiful dessert. “Thank you,” he blurted out to the girl. Flustering her further.

“It’s my honour to serve you, Your Highness.” She just barely got out of stuttering in her sentence. She walked back into the kitchen to get other orders out onto customers’ tables. The prince was ecstatic with his Fiadone Corse, it had a satisfying creamy texture with an ideal balance of the citrusy flavour. And the coffee mixed perfectly with the flavours. His smile never faltered from his face.

When the girl glanced over to him, seeing his bright smile, a grin formed on her face too. ‘Happiness is contagious,’ they say. And she was getting the disease. She walked over to the prince, “How is you food, Your Highness?” The prince gave her a gummy smile in return, before composing himself, lowering his smile.

“It was super,” he replied to her question, smirking at the girl. She smiled in return.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she gratefully told the prince. She gave him the price for the meal and saw him off into the kingdom.

“Would… would you be willing to accompany me? I don’t know my way around these parts,” the prince asked the girl. Could this be happening? She barely processed that The Prince of the kingdom was at her bakery, and now he was asking for her to be his tour guide. She didn’t know how to think anymore and blurted out the first thing that ran through her mind.

“I- I have the bakery to look at… I can close it early. Yes. Yes I would love to show you around!” Her bright red cheeks made it apparent how flustered and anxious she was.

“Can I stay in the bakery until you close then,” he asked the girl. She nodded vigorously. She was at a loss for words. In disbelief. The kingdom’s prince? At her bakery? Asking her to show him around town? No way. This was obviously a dream. She wasn’t some main character in a play written by Shakespeare. She was no Juliet. If she was to be any character in Romeo and Juliet, she would be Peter. “Thank you,” the prince said to (Y/n), detaching her from her train of thoughts. She bowed to him and led him to the kitchen,

“Ma’am, would it be alright if I left early? The prince requested for me to show him about the kingdom.” An older lady put down her whisk and looked at the girl in disbelief.

“What are you still doing here? If he wants you to leave go with him immediately!” the old lady hurried the girl out of the door, the prince following closely behind. “I’m so sorry Your Highness, she needs to learn her manners around the royal family,” the lady said, glaring at the girl in mild disappointment. “Well, I don’t want to keep you waiting, Your Highness. You two should be off now.” The lady shoed them away from the bakery, “I can handle the bakery for today.” The girl nodded in response to the lady.

9.3.22

If I missed any mistakes I made uhh 🙈 ignore them. Also if anyone sees my work somewhere other than on min-yumniverse’s (my) page, sue them, beat them up in an undisclosed parking-lot and send me their name.

Thank you all for reading my story!! Look forward to more!

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Stroke My Whiskers One Last Time (Index)

+ trailer

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+ 3 (will be updated when previous chap meets notes goal)

+ 4

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I want to turn this in to an actual published book (of course changing the names out) but let me know if I should!

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Stroke My Whiskers One Last Time (Trailer) 9.3.22

Y/N was the neighbourhood sunshine. She was sweet and lively. She waited every table in the bakery with a hop in her step. Even without her parents to guide her onwards through her life, she still moves forward with a smile on her face, just like her mother wanted.

Her life becomes repetitive; A black cat greets her as she comes home every day, and leaves early, before she can awaken. Every morning she wonders where her “Little Prince” goes off to so early.

The Crowned Prince, Yoongi, hates his life in he Castle. He wants to be able to roam throughout the kingdom and find someone to wed. But his father wants him to marry a suitable wife, another noble or royal. But he wants to follow his heart, not his status.