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HEESEUNG
it is quite late for you when you hear things falling on your window. it doesn’t take much to understand that those said things are rocks, and it doesn’t take much time to understand who is throwing them either.
you open your window to see your prince under your balcony, well dressed and hair slicked back. from down there he mouths while he opens his arms, “come down,” and of course, “princess!”
you want to shout and tell him that he is ridiculous. that you already saw each other this afternoon and that there was no need to sneak out so late. be heeseung is heeseung, he loves risks almost as much as he loves you.
there is not a long thinking process before you find yourself sitting on your balcony’s barrier— trusting him enough to catch you. but he does.
with his arms around your tight as he holds you high, he greets you, “i missed you, baby,”
JAY
“c’mon,” he whispers, his thumb rubbing the skin under your eyes, wiping your shining tears. “a princess like you is too pretty to cry.”
the lightness in his tone makes smile. it makes the mood lighter, it makes you less sad. but everytime you look at his face, whenever your gaze falls on his lips, on his cheekbones, the bruises break your heart. you can feel his heartbeat underneath your palm as he holds your hand on his chest, “and a prince like you shouldn’t have scars.”
the prince’s sweet smile gets wider, contrasting with the obvious sadness and worry in his eyes. he look apologetic, even if he didn’t really do anything wrong.
“princess,” he starts. he cups your face in the most caring way you have ever seen, his keeps on your tears. “i have to fight for my people, for my friends, my family and for you.”
you only look at him in lieu of answering. the admiration in your eyes must be as obvious as your concern for your dear lover. your adoration for him grows even bigger when he adds, “and when it’ll be all over, i’ll always be yours.”
JAKE
his smile is utterly lovely when he declares, “let me help you, your majesty,” while offering is hand to you.
you accept without any hesitation but with much giggles. the prince helps you get on the beautiful brown horse standing in front of you both. his hand is your is delicate— you get up there being carefully observed and pampered.
“hold on tight, princess,” he smirks after settling in front of you. you wrap your arms around his chest with a smile on your lips and rest your head on his broad back.
“where are you taking me?” you question after a while, right after remembering where you were— you often get lost in his scent when he is around, forgetting everything around you.
“somewhere as beautiful as you are,” he responds, his voice vibrating in your heart. butterflies erupts in the pit of your stomach when you arrive at your destination. the sea stares right back at you widened eyes, in pure awe.
SUNGHOON
there isn’t enough words to describe how it makes you feel whenever the prince asks you to dance with him. although, it is never the first time— you dance with him since the day you knew how to walk. he is the one you learned how to dance properly with.
everytime he takes your hand in his, then he holds your lower back, that it pulls you close— you always feel an overwhelming feeling of attraction. as if your soul is being pulled towards him.
he must know, how it makes you feel. you know it. because ever since puberty hit him, he is not afraid— in front of the heavy eye of everyone— to whisper something in your ear. right after making you twirl in your long dress.
“don’t be shy, princess,” he says next to your ear. his breath is always so hot against yours. this added to this public display of affection in public makes you blush.
you close your eyes, well too shy to even look st the people are you. he holds you close as you both dance, “it’s only you and me when we dance.”
SUNOO
“follow me,” is all that he says. although, he takes your wrist in his hand and drags you behind him, not giving you much choice, you do follow him.
you don’t say much, just admiring his back as he brings you to the garden behind the palace. he carefully avoids his maids and yours as well— the place is quite crowded today, especially since you had lunch together.
he loosen his grip on your wrist after arriving at his destination. you miss his touch immediately but the way he smiles at you makes you forget about everything you have ever known.
you are too starstruck to acknowledge him walking to get behind you. the cold material on your exposed skin makes you shiver, earning a gasp out of you. you touch it, you feel the pearls against your fingertips.
“i hope you like it,” he tells you right next to your ear. “this necklace has been in my family for generations.”
JUNGWON
you wipe your head to your room’s door as soon as it opens in a swift movement. your maid seems enthusiastic, red in the face like she ran all the way to your room, “your majesty! prince jungwon has arrived.”
you almost get dizzy with how fast you get up from the couch. your heart beats well too fast for you to even say anything. the only thing you can do is to, with a heavy breath, look at the palace’s portail from your balcony.
you see the horses and the carriage. those are things you recognize far too well, too used to waiting for his return from travels all over the world and his visits to your kingdom.
in a heartbeat, you hold your dress and start ruminating out of your room. then you run down the hallway, get down the stairs at the same speed. you may bump into a few people and your shoes echo in the entire palace as you run to the door.
you are out of breath and your legs hurt but you don’t mind. when you finally get to reach him, when you feel his arms embracing you and his scent all over the place— you forget about it all. his hold you tight, even making your feet leave the floor, “my princess.”
RIKI
a cool breeze washes over your body. it caresses your skin, soothes your soul as well as his fingers in your hair. eyes closed, your head on his laps, laying on the green ground.
“i hope that we can get married soon,” is the first words he pronounces after a while. you think that you must be dreaming— he has never said something like this before. maybe he thought about it, but he never said it.
and it’s not like you are surprised. you are supposed to marry him one day, it has always been a known fact. but he has never told you that he wanted to, that he hoped.
you open your eyes. and it’s like waking up from a dream. the sun shines behind his head, he looks down at you with such love that it makes you want to cry. “what?” is all you manage to say— with a smile making its way to your lips.
he takes your hand in his and brings it to his mouth. his lips are soft as he kisses your knuckles, “i want you to be mine forever.”
I post bf POVs and stuff like that like this on here! My ult is ENHYPHEN but I Stan tons of groups like BND, Straykids, RIIZE, Newjeans, Twice, and more! ^^
req!: I would love a fic about Sunghoon falling in love with the most unexpected person ever…. (the rest is here!)
pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis: sunghoon always thought he’d fall for someone quiet and delicate, but meeting you—wild curls, sun-kissed skin, and unmatched chaos—changes everything. as he falls deeper, he learns love isn’t what he expected; it’s better.
wc: 1.09k
a/n: this one, to me, IS VERY ADORBSSSS (especially towards the end🤭). and im sorry if what the request-er (?)wanted is not delivered as perfectly :( but i still love this and i hope you do too!! feedbacks and comments are highly appreciated (through inbox or comments idm!)💗 happy reading lovelies!!🎀 here’s my masterlist!
park sunghoon wasn’t the type to attend parties. but here he was, leaning against a kitchen counter, sipping a drink he didn’t like, wondering for the millionth time why he had let jake drag him here.
“you’re too cool for your own good,” jake had teased earlier. “seriously, hoon. maybe you’ll meet someone who makes you loosen up a little.”
sunghoon wasn’t in the mood to “loosen up.” parties weren’t his thing, and meeting people definitely wasn’t on his to-do list.
but then, he saw you.
you were hard to miss.
standing in the middle of the living room, you were laughing so hard your shoulders shook, a carefree sound that rose above the music. your skin glowed under the warm party lights—a rich, sun-kissed tone that made you look like summer incarnate.
your outfit wasn’t what anyone would call stylish, with your mismatched patterns and wild curly hair that seemed to have a mind of its own. but somehow, you looked radiant. untamed. completely, unapologetically yourself.
his gaze lingered longer than it should have. your body wasn’t what most people called “perfect”—soft in places he wasn’t used to seeing celebrated, your curves wrapped in confidence. you weren’t quiet or shy or delicate, the way he always thought his “type” would be.
and yet, you were magnetic.
he was so caught up in the way you threw your head back to laugh again, your curls bouncing wildly, that he didn’t notice jake sidling up beside him.
“she’s something, huh?” jake asked, smirking.
sunghoon blinked. “who?”
“don’t play dumb. the girl you’ve been staring at for, like, five minutes.”
“i wasn’t staring,” sunghoon said, looking away too quickly to be convincing.
“uh-huh. you should go talk to her.”
“she’s not my type.”
jake rolled his eyes. “your type is boring. she’s fun. go.”
sunghoon didn’t know why he listened. but before he could second-guess himself, his feet were already moving toward you.
you turned as he approached, your eyes wide and curious, and smiled like you were greeting an old friend.
hi,” she said, her voice light and playful. “you’re…” she tilted her head, studying him. “jake’s friend, right?”
“yeah. i’m sunghoon.”
she smiled, bright and unfiltered. “nice to meet you, sunghoon. i’m (y/n).”
he hesitated, then blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “you… like dancing?”
y/n squinted at him, as if trying to gauge if he was serious. “no, i hate it. that’s why i’ve been embarrassing myself for the past hour.”
sunghoon blinked, caught off guard by her sarcasm.
“you don’t talk much, do you?” she teased, leaning against the wall, her curly hair brushing her shoulders.
“i talk,” he said defensively.
“yeah? then say something interesting.”
he frowned, and she laughed again, clearly amused by his discomfort.
and just like that, she’d effortlessly disarmed him.
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weeks later
it didn’t take long for you to become a constant in sunghoon’s life.
you were a whirlwind of chaos and confidence, with your mismatched outfits, endless jokes, and unpredictable energy. where he was quiet, you were loud. where he was composed, you were messy.
and yet, he couldn’t imagine a day without you.
you made fun of his obsession with monochromatic outfits, teased him for being “too cool,” and somehow, you always knew how to make him laugh—even when he didn’t want to.
“so, what do you think?” you asked one day, holding up a floral skirt and a neon sweater.
sunghoon frowned. “i think i need a pair of sunglasses just to look at it.”
you gasped dramatically, clutching the clothes to your chest. “you wound me, park sunghoon.”
he smirked, throwing a pillow at you.
but beneath your teasing and chaotic energy, you had a way of grounding him.
it hit him hardest one night at a party, when someone made a rude comment about your body. before you could react, sunghoon was in front of you, his icy glare fixed on the guy.
“say that again,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
the guy stammered, trying to backtrack, but sunghoon didn’t let him off easy.
as soon as the guy walked away, you touched his arm gently. “hoon, you didn’t have to do that.”
he turned to you, his gaze softening instantly. “yes, i did.”
later that night, as you sat beside him on your couch, he turned to you. “don’t ever let anyone make you feel less than perfect.”
your eyes softened, and for once, you didn’t have a teasing reply.
────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────
it was late, and the two of you were lying on the living room floor, staring at the ceiling.
“hoon?”
“hm?”
“you’re staring at me again.”
he blinked, realizing he’d been caught.
“you just… you’re hard to look away from,” he said softly.
you snorted. “was that supposed to be smooth?”
he rolled his eyes. “i’m being serious.”
“oh, okay. carry on.”
he sighed, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you properly. “you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.”
“yeah, we’ve established that. i’m chaotic and messy and all kinds of amazing.”
“you are,” he said, his voice quieter now. “you make me feel things i didn’t think i could feel. like… like it’s okay to be a little messy. like it’s okay to not have everything figured out.”
your eyes widened slightly, and he looked away, suddenly shy.
“you make me laugh, even when i don’t want to. you make me want to try things i’d never do otherwise. and you’re…” he trailed off, running a hand through his hair.
“hoon,” you interrupted, sitting up. “i’m dumb. please just say it.”
he let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “you’re impossible.”
“and yet, here you are. confessing your undying love for me.”
he smiled, soft and fond. “yeah, i guess i am.”
you grinned, leaning closer. “so say it properly.”
sunghoon reached out, tucking a curl behind your ear. his fingers lingered against your cheek, and his voice dropped to a whisper.
“i’m in love with you,” he said, the words carrying more weight than you expected. “every chaotic, mismatched, unpredictable part of you. i don’t want to imagine my life without you in it.”
you blinked, your heart skipping a beat.
“see?” you finally said, your voice wobbly but teasing. “was that so hard?”
he laughed softly, pulling you into his arms. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”
“i know,” you murmured against his chest, your smile wide.
and for the first time, park sunghoon felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
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