꒰6:22 p.m.꒱ With one hand on the small of your back and the other holding your hand delicately, Jongdae sways both of your bodies to the soothing rhythm of the lyrics he sings. Your head rests against his chest, its gentle reverberations from his hums caressing your cheek and spreading through your body, warming you like the honey-colored rays of the sunset that spill into the kitchen of your shared apartment. Since your eyes are closed, you miss the tender smile that he gazes down at you with.
[6:24] Your hands intertwined, you looked up at Jongdae as he continued to serenade you, nothing but the sound of his angelic voice filling the room. A warmth filled your chest, a sensation so strong that you could barely contain it. That was the moment you realized that what you were feeling was love.
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Genre: fluff, royalty!au
Word Count: 267
All of your friends— fellow princesses from neighboring kingdoms— tired of telling you about their families’ disastrous attempts at matchmaking. Yes, you listened to their concerns and sympathized with them, but they knew you couldn’t relate to them because you were deeply in love with your betrothed.
Because he was the first son of the nearest kingdom, Jongdae was introduced to you at a very young age. It was decided shortly after your birth that you would be wed— and you had both been aware of that for most of your lives.
Maybe you would have devoted some of your adolescent rage to opposing the marriage had Jongdae not been a human embodiment of perfection. His every action proved an unwavering love for you: from leaving heartfelt notes in your favorite books; to embracing every opportunity to press soft kisses to the back of your hand; to proudly escorting you around his palace.
Aware of your desire to see the world, he often helped you climb to the top of the palace gates, where you could sit together and look out at the scenery.
“C’mon, Y/N.” He smiled as he tugged you into the space next to him atop the sturdy wall for the first time. “Is it as beautiful as you imagined?”
All you could say as you leaned against him, afraid to fall from that height, was, “Your kingdom is really beautiful. I think it’s prettier than mine.”
“Yeah? Well— it’s not just mine,” Jongdae reminded. He secured his hold around you as he said, “It’ll be yours too, as soon as we’re married.”