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hello~~ sorry for not posting for so long. School is starting soon and I transferred to another college and I’m in the process of moving. Orientation is actually tomorrow and I had just gotten to the state a few days ago and it’s been a little hectic. I’m currently working on a request right now, but I’m not sure how long it’ll be until I post it. I’m sorry ~~~~ pls be patient TTTT I really love writing, but it’s a little hard since classes are starting oof.

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[12:26pm] "Be careful!" you hear bestfriend!Jungwoo call from behind you.

You and Jungwoo were beach hopping as a last hurrah before your classes started back up again. You wanted to go to this beach since there wasnt the traditional sandy shore and instead a rocky shore which you could climb and jump over to get to the water.

Jungwoo was a worried mess when he first saw you slip and wobble on the first couple of rocks, but you dismissed his worries and kept on making your way to the water.

"Come on, Jungwoo! The water isnt going to come to us!" You gleefully yell back at him. You had started picking up your pace as you got closer to the water.

Jungwoo struggled to keep up with you, but when your foot slipped and a big splash erupted when you fell into the water, Jungwoo dashed over top you.

"Y/n!?" He squeaked out as he peeked over the rock you just fell off of. You didnt emerge or even show signs of being alive and Jungwoo panicked. He looked around the area to see if anyone could help him save his probably dead bestfriend when he felt something wrap around his wrist and pull him down.

He yelped as he fell into the water and almost immediately shot back up to take a deep breath, your laughter sounding from beside you.

"I could've died," he glared at your laughing figure, "and now my clothes are all wet."

"You should've seen your face!" you squealed from laughter.

Jungwoo splashed water at you effectively stopping your laughter and making you choke.

He started laughing as you coughed up left over water and you glared back at him.

"It's war," you warned him before vigorously slapping Jungwoo with water. Jungwoo wasnt backing down and started throwing water your way as well.

When the two of you finally stopped your water fight and got out of the ocean, your faces were red from the water slapping the both of you and your hands are pruned all over.

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[9:13am] You scoff as a group of girls trail behind popular!Jaemin in the hallways. He adores the attention from all the eyes on him and the constant love confessions from girls and even some guys.

"Good morning, y/n," he effortlessly flirts as he passes you.

You just roll your eyes and pick up your pace as you head to your classroom.

You miss the way Jaemin longingly watches you walk away from him because as much as he loves the attention, he only wants the attention from you.

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my gOodness that Forbidden fic really hurt my feelings. Can’t wait for part two💕

Haha sorry ~~ but I'm glad you liked it 🥺💕 I have not started writing part 2 lol so I'm sorry you have to wait a little for it 🙏🏻🙏🏻 but I do have like the draft of the plot soo I'm like 0.1% there 😂

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[8:30pm] “Don’t move!” you shout at bestfriend!Jaehyun when he went to reach for his phone.

You had just put a second coat of light blue nail polish on his nails and he was already moving his hands around.

“I want to play on my phone!” he whines. You send him a glare.

You had finally convinced him to let you put nail polish on his nails. They had just finished their promotions and were on a break so you thought it would be the perfect time to paint his nails and you wanted them to last for as long as possible. You were not about to let him ruin your hard work by touching anything and everything.

“Just sit still and don’t touch anything! I literally just finished painting your nails!” You scoff at him as you set the nail polish bottle on the coffee table.

“It’s gonna take forever to dry!” he slouches on the couch while being mindful of his wet nails.

You just roll your eyes at him. “Just watch this show. Time will fly if you don’t think about it.”

He pouted the entire time as you painted your own nails a nice dark purple colour. He tried painting your nails, but when simultaneously got nail polish on your skin and bump the top of his still drying nails, you snatched the brush from his hand and told him to sit back down and stop moving again.

“You look ridiculous,” Doyoung said once he saw Jaehyun’s pretty blue nails.

“Shut up, he looks beautiful. Wait until I paint your nails,” you childishly stuck your tongue out at the black-haired boy. He makes a face before scurrying out of the living room when you pick up a hot pink bottle of nail polish and eye him down.

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[9:21am] The bell above the door chimed as you walked through, indicating to whoever was working that someone walked in. The warm, floral scents immediately hit your nose and the bright, colourful flowers were front and centre as soon as you stepped foot inside.

It was a stark contrast to the gloomy sky and rainy weather that’s been going on for the past week. 

“Good morning!” You heard someone shout cheerfully from the backroom. You heard their footsteps and a loud thunk resonating from the otherwise quite shop before they stepped out to the front counter.

You almost stopped breathing when you laid eyes on them. Him.

He was tall and skinny, but you could tell he had some definition in his biceps from the plain t-shirt he was wearing. He had bright red hair that, ironically, matched with the flowers that were settled on the counter next to the cash register. His face was sharp and his jawline was very defined, but the big smile on his face made his whole appearance look soft and approachable.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” the boy asked. He was so cheerful for it being only 9am and the shop opened just half an hour ago. 

“Just some flowers for my mom. It’s her birthday today,” you said.

“Not a problem!” he smiled impossibly wider.

The red-haired boy stepped out from behind the counter and made his way towards you, listing off various flower names as he went. They all went over your head as you were too distracted by the beautiful, flower boy right in front of you.

You were able to pick out an assortment of sunflowers and lilies after mindlessly following the boy around the shop. You’re sure he’s aware of you spacing out throughout his explanations and you feel a little bad since he seemed very enthusiastic about flowers and gardening in general, you just chose the flowers that were right in front of you.

“Thank you for helping me out,” you say as you hand over the money.

“It’s no problem. I hope your mom likes them,” he flashes you another smile.

You leave the floral shop and curse yourself out because he probably knows you didn’t listen to a word you were saying and just wanted you to leave.

You stare down at the flower arrangement with a sour face when you see a small piece of paper laying in between the petals. You didn’t think you asked for a card but picked up the little pastel blue paper anyways, maybe you could write something sweet for your mom. That is until you see something already written on the card.

If you need any help taking care of those flowers since you were staring at me the whole time instead of listening, call me ;)

-Yuta

Your entire face flushes red and you rush back to your car out of embarrassment. Not only did he know you weren’t paying attention, but he knew you were staring at him the entire time.

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hey y'all lmao. So I havent written ANYTHING since my last post bc I'm currently in summer classes and our final is actually tomorrow so I've been working really hard (lmao what a lie I've been procrastinating the shit out of studying) but right after my final I'm literally done for the entire summer and then I leave to go to college so I'm sorry I havent been posting as regularly as I had been when I first started! I've just been swamped in keeping up with summer chemistry!!!! I'll def post something tomorrow! (Dont quote me on that it might be a lie)

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Forbidden pt.1

words: 4.8k

genre: fluff, angst at the very end, old era fic

summary: You’re the only princess of Silla and are to be married off to the Prince of Baekje. The only problem is you’re in love with someone else. Someone who’s not royalty.

warnings: character death, blood

a/n: I don’t know much about old era Korea sorry. I tried my best. I hope you enjoy (: i also wrote and looked over this at 3am so if there are any mistakes then sorry i might look over it later lol

Most people think it’d be nice to be a princess. Living the lavish life with gold, silver, and jewels surrounding you while your servants awaited your every move.

Well, it wasn’t like that. In fact, you didn’t know where people got that idea from.

You parents were strict and ruthless, well actually just your father. When the kingdom was suffering, he didn’t care. When some merchants tried to offer your father some of their services or food in exchange for some money to help their suffering family, your father cruelly and coldly shunned them away. 

He was also strict with you, his only child. The only crowned princess of Silla. The mysterious princess that stays out of sight from the villagers. You’ve heard rumours that your parents kept you out of sight because you were ugly and they were ashamed to call you their daughter. Contrary to that, you’ve also heard you were stunningly beautiful. The most beautiful princess that’s graced your land in centuries.

You’re not sure where either of those rumours had started, but you ignored them. They were both baseless rumours.

It’s not a surprise that your father suddenly announced that you’re going to be married off to a prince to merge Silla and Baekje in hopes that the threat of attack from Goguryeo would subside. 

You had no say in this marriage, as usual, but you still weren’t happy about it.

“I don’t know what to do, Jungwoo,” you sigh as you lay, sprawled across your bed.

Jungwoo, your personal servant. The beautiful boy that has been with you since you were a child. His father was wrongly convicted of treason against the Kingdom and was thus ruthlessly killed off by your grandpa who was king at the time. Jungwoo’s mother was forced to give up her child to the king for servitude and then was exiled.

You and Jungwoo were both so young at the time, neither of you had memories from the event, but your father doesn’t hesitate to bring it up every time Jungwoo is ever slightly late or messes up one tiny detail.

When your father assigned Jungwoo to be your servant at the ripe age of 8 years old, it surprised you. You had just turned 8 that day and your father gifted you a personal servant.

The tiny boy widened his eyes at you when your father shoved him towards you. You had no idea what was happening at the time, only seeing the small boy once in a while cleaning the floors or bringing something to your father. When your father explained that you now had a personal servant, you just stared at the boy next to you.

Your father shooed the two of you out of his room and you both walked in silence back to your own room.

At first, he was afraid of you, thinking you were just like your father and cringed away one time when you lifted up your hand, thinking you were going to slap him. You were only reaching for a book that laid on your desk and it surprised you when Jungwoo dropped to his knees and apologized for messing up.

“What are you talking about? What did you do?” you asked him.

“I didn’t give you your book. I’m so sorry,” the boy whimpered.

“Please get up. I won’t hit you,” you said and offered your hand out to the boy. He was hesitant to reach out for it, remembering the one time he accidentally brushed up against your father and was slapped repeatedly for it. However, you looked at him so sincerely and warm-heartedly, he took his chance.

You smiled at him when he set his hand in yours.

Ever since then, he’s been glued to your side. 

“Run away,” Jungwoo offered, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You glared up at the boy who was sitting on the edge of your bed. “You’re so helpful,” you say sarcastically. 

He gives you an apologetic look.

You told him your father’s plans of joining the two kingdoms and when he said he thought it was a great idea, you told him that it meant you were going to get married. You swore you saw Jungwoo’s smile faltered, but he still told you congratulations.

It hurt, more or less.

Jungwoo had been by your side for years. He’s become your best friend and the only person you could open up to when you were stressed or angry. You hate to say it, but you’ve fallen in love with him. Sometimes you think he’s fallen in love with you too when it’s only the two of you in your room, late at night, talking in hushed voices. You always convinced him to lay down next to you after such a long day of him working and being on his feet as the two of you exchanged thoughts. You see him occasionally glance down at your mouth as you talk, but he quickly looks back up to your eyes.

You hate that you fell in love with your servant because your father would never approve of it. In fact, he’d probably exile Jungwoo and then lock you up in your room forever. It was forbidden for royalty to associate themselves with anyone lesser than them. You’re surprised your father even took Jungwoo in, but you guess it was a punishment for his parents.

“Run away with me,” you hear Jungwoo quietly say. The shock on your face must be evident because Jungwoo awkwardly laughs it off, trying to play it off as a joke.

“Even if I did, I can’t. Who would take the throne when my father and mother have passed? I have no siblings or cousins,” you say sadly.

It’s not like you haven’t thought about running away. The first time you thought about it was when you were five years old. You had just been slapped by your father for the first time before he sent you to your room. You only got into the courtyard before you realized you had left your favourite stuffed animal in your room and you needed to go back. Your father’s consultant had caught you sneaking back into the castle and quickly rushed you back into your room.

You always did like him better than your father.

“It was just wishful thinking,” Jungwoo sighs.

The annual Midsummer Festival was a day away and the palace was bustling with busy servants cleaning the corridors or the bakers flinging multitude of pastries and desserts out of the ovens. 

The festival was the only festival the King let the villagers attend to inside the palace ballroom. It’s massive and there’s always a plethora of people crowding the rooms or filling the gardens. 

This year, however, was going to be different. Your future husband was attending and you were forced to introduce yourself and dance with him. 

Your mother placed a red and white hanbok on your bed with golden stitches dancing along the skirt. You hated wearing the fancy clothing, solely due to the difficulty of getting into them, but once you were in, you always felt a little prettier.

You and Jungwoo were walking down the busy hallways, occasionally sidestepping when you heard some frantic servers speed through. Each time, they bowed respectfully to you and then scurried off to go attend to some minor thing your father probably forced them to do.

“What if he’s ugly?” you muse. You hear Jungwoo snicker from beside you.

“Maybe your father will call off the arrangement then. Can’t have the beautiful princess of Silla marry a ratty-looking prince,”

“If only it were so easy,” you sigh dramatically. You placed a hand to your chest and closed your eyes. Granted, it wasn’t a good idea with the frenzy of servants rushing past with objects in their hands, but you weren’t thinking.

A particular servant has three boxes in his hands, effectively blocking his view from the front. He was looking to the side, but the boxes had blocked his view of you and he crashed into you. You let out a yelp as you fell to the floor, the boxes and the servant following suit.

You’re thankful the boxes weren’t that heavy when they hit your back before falling off to the side.

“I’m so sorry, Princess! I wasn’t looking where I was going!” the servant frantically apologized. He was quick to gather up the fallen boxes before kneeling down in front of you in apology.

“You’re good. I’m not hurt, just a little surprised. Are you okay?” You ask. Jungwoo helps you up from the ground, sending you worried glances, but you wave him off. Truly, you were okay.

“This is unacceptable! I’m sorry Princess!”

“Please, get up. I’m okay. It was just an accident. Just be a little more careful, okay?” You send him a small smile. The servant glances up at you before quickly nodding and standing up and gathering his boxes back into his arms.

“Do you need any help with them?” Jungwoo offers. “We’re going the same way as you anyways.”

Before the servant has time to say anything, Jungwoo lifts the top two boxes off the servant's hands and starts walking to the ballroom.

You always loved how Jungwoo always helped other people. Whether it was because he was trained to or not, you could tell Jungwoo genuinely liked helping others. Maybe that’s why he never complained about your father’s constant demands at doing this or that. Jungwoo always did as he was told and even had a smile as he carried out the tasks.

You used to hate it. How could he just let your father talk down to him constantly and have the audacity to politely smile and nod his head? Yeah, your father was the King, but you never once heard Jungwoo complain about his ruthless personality.

Now, you admire it. The way he’s always helping others even when he has his own duties to attend to. When he’s not at your side, he’s helping the other servants or helping in the kitchen. The servants and chefs have grown to love your personal servant and you’re not surprised. You were on their side as well, unfortunately.

When a tall man with a few people following behind him step up to you and your parents at the festival, you know right away it’s your future husband.

He’s dressed in a royal blue hanbok with similarly looking gold stitching through his attire. It has a snow-white trim surrounding the cloth that has white stitching throughout its fabric. It’s invisible from far away, but the Prince is only a few feet away from you so you see it clearly. It’s a subtle detail, but it screams royalty and luxury.

“We’re glad you could make it to our festival, Prince Jaehyun,” your father bows to the prince.

“It’s my pleasure,” he insists and bows deeply. When he stands up straight, his eyes flicker towards you. He gives you a small smile before his eyes go back to your parents as they continue to talk.

You scowl, however. You still don’t like the fact that you’re being forced to marry someone who you don’t love while the person you love is right next to you.

The wedding isn’t for a while, thankfully, but it looms over your head like a storm.

“Would you like to dance?” Jaehyun bows to you while offering out his hand. You look over to your parents. Your father is giving you a stern look, silently telling you that you must dance with him unless you want to be punished for disobeying his previous orders.

You look to your left to where you know Jungwoo is standing further away. He’s not looking at you. In fact, he’s looking at the ground. You swear you can see a slight frown adorning his face, but it’s hard to tell.

You look back to the bowing prince and place your hand in his own. The prince looks back up at you and smiles before gently guiding you towards the centre of the room, leaving only his few servants and his parents with your own to talk.

“Silla is a beautiful kingdom,” Jaehyun says. The two of you are currently dancing along to the music along with the many bodies of villagers and merchants.

One of his hands is placed on your waist while his other is still holding your hand. You have your one hand placed on his shoulder.

It’s a little awkward since he’s taller than you by a good couple inches. He has dark chocolate coloured hair that’s untraditionally not being hidden under his headpiece. He said he had forgone his royal headpiece to respectfully let your parents be the higher appointed royals at the festival.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve only been outside of the palace twice and that’s when I was a child,” you say flatly. You can tell the prince is feeling a little awkward at your cold demeanour and answers, but you can’t find yourself to care. You’re not happy with this entire situation and you want to make that clear to the man in front of you.

Jaehyun clears his throat. He wracks his brain to think of something to say. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting this. A cold Princess? A Princess who makes it very clear she’s not interested in anything he does? He can’t help but feel a little awkward.

Honestly, when his mother had told him he was to marry the Princess of Silla, he was a little off-put. He didn’t have anyone special in mind, but marrying someone he didn’t even know wasn’t something he was enthusiastic about. He’s glad the marriage isn’t set until next year so that way he is able to get to know the Princess and hopefully become friends, maybe even more. Whether or not he befriends you doesn’t matter, but it’d be nice to be on good terms with the woman you’re going to marry.

However, the moment he saw you, he was taken aback at how beautiful you were. You weren’t doing anything special. Just standing next to your parents, yet he couldn’t help but admire how strikingly gorgeous you were. The red and gold dress you were wearing complimented your skin tone beautifully. He was glad that you had forgone the traditional headdress because he’s able to see your long, almost pitch black hair rest against your shoulders. You had the same soft-looking features as you mother, but look you had on your face resembled your father.

“You can let go of me now,” you said, breaking the Prince out of his thoughts. The song had ended and you were glad, but the Prince hadn’t let go of you. In fact, it didn’t even look like he was paying attention to anything as the two of you kept dancing along to nothing.

He quickly dropped your hand and let go of your waist and you did the same to him.

“Sorry,” he dipped his head.

The two of you went back to your parents at the throne. They were all talking among each other and it looked like they were having a nice time, but you knew your father was only playing it up for them so that the wedding could be finalized.

“You two looked so good out there!” Jaehyun’s mother cooed. You smiled politely at her and thanked her.

“Y/n, why don’t you show Prince Jaehyun around the palace,” your mother suggested. “He’ll be spending the night here so it’d be nice if he got familiar with it.”

“Oh no. I can wander around by myself,” Jaehyun waved her off politely. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Nonsense! The two of you can get to know each other without such a crowd!”

You silently cursed at your mother as she pushed the two of you out of the ballroom.

You had shown him around the entire palace. The kitchen, the rooms, the library, everything. Now you’re tired and even more grouchy because the palace was so goddamn huge and you don’t know why your mother suggested this. The two of you barely even talked.

Your last stop was the garden in the back, far away from the loud festival that was happening inside the palace.

It was probably your favourite place in the palace and the moment you stepped outside, your tense shoulders relaxed. It was separated from the main house by a river and your great-great-grandparents had built a stone bridge so that they were able to go back further. The separated garden was huge. A huge area of just maintained grass and plants along with giant feathery looking bushes and beautifully coloured flowers. There was a small stone path that leads all along the garden, but you rarely stuck to it. It also had a small man-made pond against the back wall with a little waterfall coming from the stones. There weren’t many trees so it made it easy for you to see the stars and you often came here when you wanted to escape your overbearing father.

“It’s so pretty here,” Jaehyun commented. He was sitting beside you on a small stone bench that overlooked the pond. The two of you were far back in the garden that you could barely see the main house. It used to scare you as a kid. You heard stories of assassins being able to sneak in and hide in your garden just waiting to take out a royal and you never strayed further than the stone bridge. Your father’s consultant used to take you farther back so you were able to see how beautiful it was and since then you always went into the green maze.

“It’s my favourite area. Away from everything and quiet. The perfect place to relax,” you sigh in content. 

The two of you sat in silence for a while and you honestly forgot the Prince of Baekje was sitting next to you for a good portion of time.

“Hey, Princess,” you faintly hear Jaehyun whisper to you. You feel him shake your shoulder slightly and that’s when your eyes shoot open and you straighten up your back.

You don’t know when you fell asleep and it’s embarrassing that you probably fell asleep on the Prince’s shoulder.

“It’s getting a little cold out here. Do you want to go back inside before you catch a cold?” he asks.

“I’m not that fragile that I’ll catch a cold from just a small breeze,” you snap. You immediately stand up and walk away from the Prince, heading back into the house. Truthfully, you are that fragile and weak that you’ll probably end up getting a small cold tomorrow morning, but you don’t want to admit that to the Prince.

Jaehyun smiles to himself as he watches your fleeting figure.

You had fallen asleep on his shoulder and as much as he didn’t mind, he could feel you shivering every time the wind blew. Each time, you snuggled a little closer to him and he couldn’t help but smile at how cute your actions were.

You were in your pyjamas with your hair tied up and out of your face, cursing out the entire world for falling asleep on Jaehyun’s shoulder. You were sprawled out on your bed when you heard a faint knock on your door.

“Come in,” you call.

The door opens to reveal Jungwoo out of his hanbok and in his regular servant clothing.

“Hey. I haven’t seen you all night,” you say as you sit up. You’re glad he’s here. You’re mad you weren’t able to talk to him during the festival and just a tad bit sad you couldn’t dance with him either. You could’ve played it off that you were just dancing with everyone at the festival if your father brought it up, but you didn’t even get the chance.

“Is everything okay?” You ask after realizing Jungwoo hasn’t moved from your door. He’s looking everywhere except at you and it’s worrying you. He looks nervous and a little anxious and you can’t understand why. Did something happen at the festival? Did he get in trouble with your father? So many things are going through your head.

You hear Jungwoo mutter something under his breath before he looks directly at you and storms towards you. You’re about to ask if anything’s wrong again, but before you can even open your mouth, Jungwoo cups your cheeks with his hands and smashes his lips onto yours.

It takes you a few seconds to process what’s happening and then you realize Jungwoo, your best friend, your servant, the seemingly shy, timid boy you’ve loved since forever, is kissing you.

You bring your hands up to his shoulders and kiss him back.

You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing, but the two of you finally break apart.

“I’m sorry,” Jungwoo whispers. He leans back up and starts to walk away, but you catch his wrist, preventing him from going any further.

“I like you, Jungwoo. I know I shouldn’t, but I don’t care. I don’t care that you’re not royal and I don’t care that I’m being married off to someone else next year,” you said quickly.

You could visibly see Jungwoo’s shoulders relax as he let out a sigh of relief. You thought he was going to kiss you again when he leaned in, but he ended up pulling you into a tight hug. You weren’t mad at that and wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him as well.

The two of you snuck around the palace holding hands and giggling like five-year-olds for months. Sometimes you’d kiss in empty hallways and sometimes you’d kiss out in the garden away from everyone. He snuck you out of the palace once to go see the villagers celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was the first time you had gone outside of the palace.

The villagers were so bright and cheerful, a stark contrast to your father’s cold and heartless ways. The fireworks they let off scared you a little since they were so close, but Jungwoo held you tightly to him when they first spooked you. It was comforting and warm and you grew to admire the beautiful colours each one emitted as it shot off into the air.

Jungwoo kissed you that night. Out in the open where everyone could see. You weren’t in your usual attire and the villagers didn’t even know what you looked like, so it didn’t matter. It made you anxious, but you quickly relaxed in Jungwoo’s embrace.

The two of you went back to the palace happy and content.

When the two of you were snuggled up under your blankets and your head was resting against his warm chest, you almost forgot you were to be married next summer.

You and Jungwoo were just talking in the hallways as the two of you were heading to breakfast when you saw two of the royal guards coming towards you and Jungwoo. You didn’t think much of it and kept chatting with him.

That was until the two guards roughly grabbed onto each of Jungwoo’s arms. It shocked the both of you and you felt your stomach sink and uneasiness swell in your throat.

Jungwoo struggled against the two guards, but he was no match for their strength.

“What is the meaning of this!?” you yell at them. “Let him go!”

“Sorry, Princess, but it’s the King’s orders to take this man to the throne room immediately,” one of them said. The two guards started pulling Jungwoo towards the throne room, only furthering the dread in your stomach.

Not many people were allowed in the throne room. Only those begging for assistants from your father, your father’s consultants, specific guards, and the royal family. The only other time you heard of non-royals in the throne room was when your father sentenced them to exile or death. You can’t imagine why Jungwoo is being sent there, but you hope the sinking feeling in your stomach is wrong.

They dumped Jungwoo on your father’s floor and you quickly went to his side to help him stand up. 

Your father was sitting on the throne, looking menacing as ever, and waved off the guards to stand next to the door.

“Why is he here, father?” You snap.

“I’m not surprised you’re here, y/n, but I’m glad you are,” he gives you a smile. It makes you sick. It’s a cold, sadistic smile. “I know of your relationship with this servant, y/n, and you can only imagine how upset I am,” he starts.

Your stomach drops.

How did your father find out? The two of you were so careful. You made sure no one was ever around when you so much as hugged or held hands. You made sure no one would come into your room when you and Jungwoo were there. You made sure of everything, so how could your father find out?

“I know you snuck out during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Maybe you should’ve been more careful of not being seen by the guards on the streets,” he says. 

You curse under your breath.

“I’m really disappointed in you, y/n. You know you’re to be married to Prince Jaehyun and you know this thing is only a servant,” he points to Jungwoo. “I knew my father should’ve killed him when he had the chance. He came from a family of traitors, it was only time that he followed in their footsteps.”

You glare up at your father and hold onto Jungwoo’s side. You can feel Jungwoo shaking and you can feel your heart rate pick up. Your father is so unpredictable and ruthless and it scares you that you never really knew him as your father.

He was always the King. Nothing else.

Your father stands up from his seat and walks down the steps towards the two of you. He waves over to the two guards and motions for them to come grab onto you at the same time your father unsheathes the sword he always has attached on his side.

They roughly yank you away from Jungwoo. You struggle against them, but they’re by far stronger than you could ever handle.

You feel the tears forming in your eyes as you know what’s about to happen. You scream at your father to stop, at Jungwoo to run, at the guards to let you go, but none of them listens to you.

Jungwoo looks over at you and gives you a small smile and mouths “I love you,”

“I’m glad you’re here, y/n. You should see this.” You father says to you. 

It all happens in a flash.

You see the glimmer of light bouncing off of your father’s sword and the flash of silver as your father mercilessly thrusts it into Jungwoo’s stomach.

You scream at your father, at Jungwoo, at the guards. You scream incoherently as tears pour from your eyes and you thrash in their hold.

You see Jungwoo’s clothes turn a bright red as blood pours out of the wound when your father retracts the sword from Jungwoo’s stomach. The once clean, silver sword, now a sickening bright red.

Jungwoo clutches his wound as he crumbles to the ground, coughing up even more blood.

Your father doesn’t even bat an eye as he cleans off the bloodied sword before waving to the guards to let you go.

The moment you feel them loosen their grip on you, you dash over to the bleeding boy and crouch down next to his side, tears blurring your vision.

You don’t even realize your father and the guards had left. The only thing on your mind is the boy right in front of you, bleeding out of his stomach because of you.

“Jungwoo,” you sob out. You place one of your hands to his abdomen, attempting to stop the blood from pouring out of the wound, but it doesn’t work. It only makes your hand bloody and the tears spill from your eyes faster. “I’m so sorry,” you cry.

“Don’t be,” Jungwoo coughs out. He weakly lifts one of his hands up to your face to wipe away the tears falling from your eyes, but it only serves to make them fall more. The feeling of his cold hand on your cheek a stark contrast to his normally warm skin.

“I’m so so sorry,” you choke out. “This is all my fault,”

Jungwoo coughs up more blood as his hand falls back down to the ground. His eyes are unfocused and his breathing barely coming out.

“I love you,” Jungwoo wheezes. His breath stops and the tension in his body releases.

Your world goes silent.

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I’m really bad at coming up with titles. I literally write an entire oneshot before i write the title bc im just really bad at coming up with names. I just finished writing part 1 of a fic and now i’m stuck because idk what to name it asdfghjkl

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Cuts and bruises pt2 got my heart aching, so cuuuute ;-;

asdfghjkl thank you 🥺❤️❤️❤️. I’m glad you enjoyed it and I’m sorry it was so short! I didn’t know where to go with it at the end 

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Pt2 for cuts and bruises?

posted ~~~

I didn’t plan on making a pt.2 and it shows lmao sorry

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Cuts and Bruises pt.2

words: 953

genre: still fluff

a/n: Uh I wasn’t planning on making a pt.2. It also not long because I didn’t know how to add on to the story so sorry to the anon who requested this bc you might be disappointed lmao. 

You’re not sure what woke you up, but when you crack your eyes open to take a peek, you understand full well what, or who was the reason for your sleep being disturbed.

Lucas was staring intently at you with his one hand lightly brushing over the apples of your cheeks. His other hand was still securely wrapped around your waist. Your legs became tangled within each other’s throughout the night, but you have a sneaking suspicion Lucas had manoeuvred your leg to wrap around his own.

You weren’t complaining though. It felt comfortable.

“Good morning,” he beamed down at you when he saw your eyes flutter open.

“What time is it?” you ask, voice laced with sleep. It felt too early to be awake and the sunlight just barely seeping through your window only confirmed your hazy thoughts.

“Like 7am,” Lucas chirps.

You groan and thunk your head against his chest. “Why and how are you awake so early and why did you have the audacity to wake me up this early?” you smack his arm.

“I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming that I fell asleep in the most beautiful girl’s bed with said beautiful girl wrapped in my arms!” he happily replies. 

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and squirm away from him. He doesn’t let you get very far as he only tightens his hold on your waist and laughs.

“You’re embarrassing and I wish I never let you sleep over,” you grumble.

“Y/n,” he says. His voice softer and void of any teasing. You look up at him, wondering why he suddenly changed the tone in his voice. “I really like you and I’m sorry I’m such a burden to you.”

“You’re not a burden, Lucas,” you say as you bring your own hand up to his cheek. “You’re my best friend and I’m always happy when you’re around,” you take a deep breath. There’s nothing to lose as he already confessed his feelings to you twice, but it still makes you a little anxious. “I like you too. A lot, actually.”

His eyes widen just a tad as he gives you a shocked look. You’re not sure if he squeaks or you squeak, but he suddenly wraps both his arms fully around you as he brings you into his chest and hugs you tight.

“You’re crushing me,” you wheeze out.

“Sorry! I’m just really happy!” he laughs. “I thought you only thought of me as a friend! Mark told me to confess to you last night and when I told him I thought you’d push me away, he kicked me out of his apartment and told me I’m not allowed back in unless I tell you. Wow, I can’t believe you like me back!” 

“Wait I thought you got beat up last night!” you yell.

“Well I kind of did,” he smiles sheepishly. “I did see a cat, but it wasn’t getting picked on. Actually, it picked on me and scratched my face when I tried picking it up to pet it,”

“How’d you get all those bruises then!” you cry out.

“I kind of fell?”

“You’re so unbelievably clumsy and I can’t believe I like you.” You scoff at the boy.

“I like you too!” he smiles goofily as he wraps his arms back around you and holds you close. You throw some weak punches at him in protest.

“I can’t believe you got in a fight because those boys were talking about me,” you roll your eyes at your now-boyfriend, Lucas. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed with fresh bruises littered along his chest and arms and a few cuts and blotchy spots on his face.

“Of course I had to fight them! They kept saying that you’re just a play toy and that our relationship won’t last,” he pouted up at you.

“I don’t care what they say about me, Lucas,” you sigh. You finish up applying the ointment to the corner of his lips before standing up straight and putting your hands on your hips. “I’m really running out of your favourite printed bandages and I don’t want to buy more because they’re more expensive than regular old ones.” you tsk.

“But I do,” he whines. He places his hands on top of your own and brings you closer to him. You stumble a bit, not expecting him to pull you in and your hands fly to his shoulders to stop you from fully colliding with Lucas. “You’re so much better than anyone I’ve ever met and I hate that people keep talking behind your back because of me.”

You smile at your pouting boyfriend and card your hand through his hair. “Don’t listen to them because their opinions are based on backless assumptions. They just want to talk, so let them and we can show them how wrong they are, okay?”

He nods and the two of you smile at each other, letting the calm silence comfort the atmosphere. 

You feel his hands snake around to your back and gently push you impossibly close to him. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, but when you feel one of his hands slide down to the back of your thigh and lightly tug it towards him, you understand. 

He gently guides you to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his hip and your faces so close to each other. He smiles up at you before his gaze casts down to your lips. 

You bite your lip nervously. You know what he’s thinking this time and it doesn’t surprise you when he leans his head in and captures your lips with his own.

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[5:12am] “Excuse me,” you hear someone clear their throat. You glance up at the stranger and he nods towards the seat right next to yours. 

You would be annoyed that the stranger had the audacity to get on the plane so late that it forces you to get up and let them through to their assigned seat, but said stranger was strikingly handsome. 

It was a tall, pale blue-haired boy with big, soft-looking eyes but a contrastingly sharp jawline. 

It took you a few moments longer than necessary to scramble up and out of your seat to let him through. As he brushed past you, you got a wif of his woodsy cologne that left your knees just a tad weak.

How were you supposed to get through this plane ride with a handsome stranger right next to you?

When the plane took off (ten minutes late, but who’s counting?), you subconsciously gripped the armchair handle tightly, not used to the sensation of lifting off the ground. 

“Are you okay?” the blue-haired boy asked when he saw your scrunched up, uncomfortable-looking expression.

“I just hate planes,” you mumble. 

“I think they’re nice. I like looking out at the clouds; they’re really beautiful,” the boy smiles.

“Never thought about that. I just hate the feeling of being off solid ground,” you groan as you feel your stomach do somersaults once more as the plane starts to turn around. “But it’s nice that you can see the bright side of things,” you pause awkwardly, not knowing what to call him. You debated calling him Ice Boy for his hair and cold looking demeanour, but you thought against it.

“Taeyong,” he offers, a big smile on his face.

You definitely weren’t going to survive this plane ride. Not when he’s smiling at you like that causing your stomach to do more flips and twists than the plane could ever dream of.

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[12:36am] Switchs shirts with the person to your right, the Jenga block read. boyfriend!Mark's eyes widened and quickly glanced up at the person to his right. You.

The boys around him howled and clapped hysterically.

It had been awhile since you had hung out with your boyfriend and his group members. Promotions not failing to take up most, if not all, of their time. However, they were finally done and were taking a well deserved break.

That's when they decided to throw a small party to celebrate. Mark asked if you wanted to come join them and who were you to pass up spending time with your boyfriend?

It started off pretty well, but when Johnny brought out the alcohol and drinking games, it got a little wild.

The mass of you are currently playing Jenga that had written commands on each piece. Some granting forgiveness to the player, some telling everyone to take a shot, and some just being random dares. The one Mark had chosen seemed to be one of those random dares.

You were tipsy, but fully aware of your surroundings. When your boyfriend read off the instructions, it took you a few seconds to process that it was you who had to switch shirts with him.

You weren't in anything special. Just a plain, black crop top you got for $5 at Target. It was nice, simple, and comfortable; not too short to bare your midriff, but short enough to be playful.

Mark, on the other hand, was in a plain old t-shirt with some writing on it. It fit him nicely, but you knew it would swamp you.

"Take it off! Take it off!" You heard the boys around you shout and laugh.

Mark flushed a bright red as he swiftly pulled his shirt off his body and handed it over to you. You took an appreciative glance down at his toned stomach before quickly making your way into the nearest private room to change into your boyfriend's shirt.

When you came out, it engulfed you. Mark was taller than you by a few inches. Paired with his overall body being broader than your own, you were swimming in his soft tee. It fell past your shorts and down to your mid thigh, but you weren't complaining.

When you handed over your little crop top to your boyfriend and he slipped it on, it elicited even more howls of laughter from the boys.

You shirt barely covered half his torso, falling just above the first definition of his abs, leaving the rest of his stomach bare to the world.

His red face turned impossibly redder at the sight of his self as he tried to cover up his exposed skin.

The boys, mostly Haechan, Johnny, and Yuta, obnoxiously cat called your boyfriend while you stood there, laughing and cooing at how well it suited him.

You stayed in Mark's oversized shirt for the rest of the night, feigning the coziness made you not want to change, and while it was very true, you honestly just loved seeing your boyfriend look ridiculous in your tiny shirt.

When he tried protesting, you quickly reassured how hot he looked and planted a quick kiss on his lips for good measures.

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y’all ok i was writing a oneshot for taeyong based off of long flight and i liked it for a while but then the middle started getting like pointless and like i know how i want to end it but idk how to write it all coherently??? lmao idk if i should just trash it or start over or SOMETHING. it’s def not done so i wouldn’t even be able to post it and i wouldn’t even want to post it tbh cause it SUCKS and idk i’m stugglinggggggggg. maybe i’ll just start on something different and come back to it????? dunno. rip

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[10:21pm] “You know, holding hands decreases stress,” you say off-handedly to you very distracted boyfriend!Sicheng. He had invited you over to his dorms to hang out since it was one of his days off and he was actually in Korea for once. You were thrilled when you were able to see him again after weeks of him doing overseas promotions, so when you came to his dorm, you were not expecting him to focus on playing video games all day.

He’d been playing the same video game for an hour with Chenle while you were sitting, bored, playing on your phone and resting your head on the couch arm. You had given up trying to lay your head on his shoulder since he kept moving around as he played his video games.

Sicheng hummed in response. He honestly probably didn’t even hear what you said.

You sighed loudly and draped your body on his side. He glanced down at you for a second before looking back up at the TV screen.

“It improves your physical well-being and makes you feel safe and supported,” you continue.

His character died on screen and the game flashed a giant, bright red, game over and that’s when he finally put down his controller and looked at you.

You held your hand up towards him, but he just raised his eyebrows at you, not understanding what you wanted.

“Please just fucking hold my hand,” you frown at him.

He laughs at your forwardness and finally intertwines his hand with yours. 

Chenle makes a gagging noise and promptly leaves the room to go hang out with some of the other members, but you’re content just cuddling on the couch and holding hands with your boyfriend. 

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[1:21am] You hear boyfriend!Renjun groan for the fifth time in the last ten minutes followed by his head plopping down on the table he’s currently sitting at. He’s been studying for the past few hours for his upcoming exam and you can tell he’s stressed.

You feel bad since you didn’t have any exams soon and you had finished your homework hours ago so you’ve just been watching dramas while you spread out on the couch. 

You stand up and pad over towards your clearly tense boyfriend.

“Huang Renjun,” you sing as you plop your head on top of his lowered on. His response get’s muffled from being squished in between your head and the table. You giggle and lift your head off his and instead rest it on his shoulder. “Come relax for a little.” You card your hand through his fluffy, brown hair and watch as it falls back in place.

“I can’t,” he grumbles as he picks up his pencil and starts jotting down more notes on the filled paper. 

You sigh, knowing he wouldn’t give up without protesting. “Get up, nerd. Your brain is fried after looking at that math textbook for the last two hours and I know you already know everything on it.”

You snatch the pencil out of his hand and place it in said textbook then closing it. You hear Renjun’s protesting as you drag him off the chair and towards the couch you were just laying on.

You pull him down on the couch, making sure he lays down so he can effectively relax and switch on a random show as you keep on sweeping your hand through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. He stops complaining as soon as he settles his head down on your lap and lets out a big sigh in content.

It’s not long after that you hear his soft, even breaths coming out of his mouth. You smile down at him, glad he relaxed enough to fall asleep.

“Goodnight, loser.” you softly whisper as you lean down to press a kiss to the top of his head.