❪ 裏返しに ❫ fluff established relationship minhyun x f!reader 1026 cw ノ kissing, could be classified as pda a bit, not proofread 〃 @loserlvrss ⸝⸝⸝ minhyun blessed my dreams last night and so i had to write for him first thing this morning, directly inspired by one of the study group behind the scenes where it was so cold and his ears were BRIGHT RED he's so cute </3 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Filming doesn't stop, even when the temperature has dipped below 0 and the midnight wind bites across your face. You're observing the extras that surround your boyfriend, creating the perfect scene for the camera to capture. Everyone is eager to get it done quickly and warm up again, and you are hyper-aware of how bitter the cold wind is blowing in Minhyun's direction.
You hold his jacket in your hands, ready to throw it over him as soon as the director calls cut. You're not part of the filming staff, but you might as well have been hired at this point. You've come to the filming locations to support Minhyun every day you didn't have work, sometimes sticking around for full days. But you never liked the idea of just sitting there doing nothing, so you quickly learned all the ways you could make yourself useful.
Looking after your boyfriend's comfort was, of course, your number 1 priority, but you also spread your services to the rest of the crew. Making coffee and tea for the cast, bring snacks from the canteen and occasionally running errands for the director to speed up the filming; you're up for almost anything. Anyone on set would say that you are a vital part of the team. Filming never goes as smoothly as it does when you're there.
You're grateful for all of it, especially when it means you don't have to shy away from him in between cuts. Hiding your relationship with him is never easy for either of you. One less place to have to put on the mask of indifference is a welcome change. Plus, he has a habit of sparing you longing glances whenever you're near but not near enough and it always makes you want to break. They're subtle to everyone else, nothing but a quick look in your direction. But you see past it. You see the weight behind his eyes, all the I love you's that he wished he could utter, all the vulnerability flashing through his gaze.
To him, you're like the sun. An energy source so powerful it could charge him for days. You have the ability to vanish his tiredness, fill him with a motivation and vigor so strong it could last for weeks.
But you're also the moon—calm and reliable. You make all his sorrow go away like the push and pull of the tides. You make him feel safe enough to rest.
He knows you will always be his biggest support system. You're invaluable. You allow him to shine his brightest, like the best star in the sky. You are his entire world.
No sooner has the director called cut than you are running over to Minhyun and shrugging the coat back on him. You step aside together, away from the rest of the cast that are also grabbing their heat packs and layers. It's a little privacy, enough to check in without distraction.
His ears are bright red, protesting the cold weather. You stand on your tiptoes and cup them with your warm hands. It makes him shiver and pull you closer. You sneak a heat pack into his pocket, a welcome source of warmth to bite through the chill.
"Last scene, hm? Then we can go home," you remind him eagerly, knowing he needs the motivation to get it done quickly. You can see the tiredness in his eyes, and his stamina waning at having to film long scenes in the middle of winter. It's brutal at times, but it could never change his passion for it.
"It'll be done soon," he echoes, more to himself than to you. He wants nothing more than to take a hot shower and wrap himself up in blankets with you close to his chest. He always sleeps like a baby after long filming days, as if he's shutting off the entire world. In his own little bubble—one that only has space for you.
"Warm me up more," he begs, removing your hands from his face and lacing your fingers together. He dips your joined hands into his pockets, away from the cold, brushing against the warmth of the heat pack.
"Lean down a bit—can't reach," you urge, vaguely annoyed at how much taller he stands over you. Things would be a lot easier if he lost a few inches to his height, but then he wouldn't be quite the same, and you hated that thought, because he's already perfect as he is. You wouldn't trade his inconveniently long limbs for anything, even if it meant daily struggle for you. He does as you ask, leaning down until you're only a breath apart.
You can see your breath hit his lips when you exhale, soon to be swallowed up with your own. The wind musses through your hair, but the cold can't infiltrate to Minhyun anymore. You're like a human shield, blocking him from the worst of it. He's ever grateful for your efforts, as you can easily tell by how desperately he kisses you; like you're the only thing that keeps him going.
Your mouth is warm, tongue sliding against his as he gasps softly. You know there isn't much time before the director calls for the next scene, so you try to make it count. Your fingers brush against his, still tucked away in the pocket of his coat. Your warmth seeps through to him as much as possible, because you can always warm up more after this, but soon he'll have to separate from you again, shed his coat, and bear the icy chill against his face.
His heart almost aches when he hears the director call out again, ready for the next scene. But he knows its his job—even if it is three in the morning, even if it is an ungodly temperature, even if it means he has to stop kissing you. So, he gives you one last peck before slipping his coat off, heat pack still in the pocket, and joining the rest of the cast. Only one last scene before he can go home and enjoy your warmth once more.
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(i realize nu'est was not on my taglist form before but i've added it now and i will use the nu'est taglist in future minhyun/nu'est fics so lmk if you would like to be added to that. put some of my moots who i know are interested in minhyun/nuest fics on there already)
I feel like it would be dual purpose for him, one he wants to company of someone yet he wants it more on his terms. Also though he has an appearance to uphold and without arm candy that isn’t something he can easily do. So that’s where you come in.
Does he want sex/nsfw actions?
Most likely, he wouldn’t force anything, but once again it’s on his terms. That being said he does want company in seeking out a sugar baby, so it’s more than likely he intended for this to be included at least occasionally.
Does he require exclusivity? Would he be exclusive to you?
I think he would prefer it, but I don’t think it would be a requirement. However, if you were going to be with anyone else he expects you to keep it from the media and such. He has to keep up appearances after all. He would likely be exclusive to you, not because he feels he has to be, but because he doesn’t feel like chasing after others. He has you and he did that to fulfill his needs so he’s likely not going to be out spending his time on others at least not usually.
What kind of sugar baby does he prefer?
I’m thinking he probably would want someone that’s pretty much already been tamed. Not that he minds the act of taming a sugar baby, it’s simply that he doesn’t have the time. He needs you on best behavior and bending to his will pretty much as soon as you two make an arrangement.
What does he require of his sugar baby?
Honesty, most stuff will be okay with Baekho, he just wants honesty pretty much on your part. Though he appreciates it if you ask if he’s okay with you going out with friends or stuff, not in a trying to control you kind of way. He just appreciates that you check that he doesn’t need anything when you ask that.
What would upset him?
If you’re an attention seeker in the sense that you only agreed to this arrangement for the spotlight. He knows sometimes it’s unavoidable and such, but he doesn’t want you using him for media attention. In fact using him in most ways he doesn’t like, he’s fine with giving you money or his attention and such, but don’t use him for personal gain otherwise.
The big thing, what are the details when it comes to money?
He’s fine giving you money, but he doesn’t really want you asking him for it. He’ll cover your expenses and when he asks you to join him to functions he’ll buy you clothes or whatever else. Otherwise he gives you money or gifts often enough he doesn’t feel you asking should be necessary unless it’s like an extenuating circumstance. Such as someone getting sick, something in your home suddenly breaking and needing repair, etc. Things out of your control and sudden he understands, but he wants you to be reasonable.
Is he possessive/protective?
In a way, yes, he’s claiming. While he doesn’t require exclusivity he kind of claims you still. Wants you to know that in agreeing to be his, that you’re his in a way that no one else can have you. That your relationship is unique. He’ll also be protective in the sense that he doesn’t let people slander your name or anything, he’ll stand up for you.
Summary;
Understanding - 10/10
Generous - 5/10
Possessive: 4/10
Protective: 7/10
Jealous: 5/10
Patient: 9/10
Temper: 3/10
Strict: 7/10
Kind: 8/10
“I knew that outfit would look splendid on your baby, you’re comfortable right? All ready to go? Remember daddy’s rules while we’re at this charity event, you know what I require of you. If it’s too much just say the word, otherwise you ought to behave properly.”
Plot: attending to his group's fan meeting event after you broke up a year ago
A/N: this one's a short drabble from what I've imagined, please bear it with me 😩
"What the hell is this? You called for so many times. You were aware that I'm at the studio." He shouted as he entered your unit. You waited, stayed up until midnight just to get shouted at by him. But you remained calm, knowing that raising your voice at him won't make any things better.
You were walking on the sidewalk, reminiscing the old days, past memories, and the youthful you. You unknowingly smiled bitterly, remembering the days you both used to fight but couldn't let the night pass without making up.
"You planned this for me?" He said and gave you a warm, embracing hug. You were happy for sure. You succeeded on surprising him on his birthday, planning alongside his group mates, getting everything organized until everything's ready. You let yourself melt in his arms, hugging him tightly before giving him a peck on his cheeks.
You also remembered the sweet scenarios you lived and loved. You couldn't resist every single thing from him. You adored him, protected him, and loved him truly. Everything felt so good and true. You forgot the everything is temporary.
"Let's break up." He mutterd before walking away, leaving you alone, in the verge of tearing up. He left you with no explanation, walking past the exit of the cafe as you stared at him, dumbfounded.
And now, you've recovered from the heartache. You learned to never give a permanent feelings to a temporary person. You lose your petals but you gained some thorns.
And now, no more tears. You exhaled a sharp breathe as you get closer in line. Hundreds, even thousands of people attended their fan meet and you were included in the mentioned crowd. You were excited, nervous, happy, you ain't sure what to feel anymore.
You watched as the group interacted with the fans seated in front of them. You couldn't wait for your turn but your breathing almost stopped as he stared directly at you, his dark brown eyes staring deep into your orbs as your heart pounded rapidly. Your hand came up to your chest, clutching tightly on the top of your blouse, trying almost anything to get you back to reality as your mind twisted into a angsty reality.
You exhaled deeply, calming yourself before the security guard let you free as you were next in line.
You walked onto the stage and he was the first you saw. He was seated seated fourth from you. You ignored him until it was his turn.
"Can you sign this for me?" You smiled as you handed him your copy of their newest album. You tried to keep yourself together while your hands betrayed you, trembling in cold. This is your first encounter with him after you broke up and you weren't sure what to do.
"Of course." He smiled sweetly, enough to make you remembered your shared memories with him. You both could've been together. You supporting him as an artist, cheering him up on his concerts, surprising him at their studio, and giving him gifts on occasions. But fate wasn't at your side at the moment.
After he gave you back your own merchandise, you handed him a gift wrapped neatly and a red ribbon tied on top of it. It was an Optimus Prime figurine that costs dollars on Amazon. It was his favorite, you were sure. You need not to think twice whether you'll buy that figurine or not, you just wanted to give him something as a sign of gratitude towards him.
He was taken back but still accepted the gift you handed to him. He stared at you, admiring what he lost. He observed how your eyes shine brightly and how your lips curled up as you smiled sincerely towards him. Hmow could his life had been if he didn't needed to end your relationship together.
His eyes never let you go, not paying attention on the fan in front of him. He was captured and captivated by your presence, just like how he first met you. How he wishes you both could start over again.
You could still support him, cheer him up on his appearance at variety and reality shows, give him some boost when he's feeling down.
❅ nu’est minhyun x neutral reader, established relationship.
❅ warnings: a very corny joke about frozen lol.
❅ wc: 320
❅ masterlist
❅ a/n: i am super behind sorry, i hope you enjoy this anyway!❤️
“Minhyun!” running down the stairs screaming your boyfriend’s name only happened on very specific occasions: when he got back home after being away for a long time, or when you found a bug you refused to get rid of.
This time, however, you weren’t in any of those situations, which was why Minhyun immediately got up from his place on the couch, rushing to see what was happening to you.
“Do you want to build a snowman?!” you squealed, jumping the last two steps and letting him catch you in a less than graceful manner.
Minhyun groaned audibly, letting go of your waist. “You came down running just to quote Frozen to me?”
“What? No! It’s snowing!” you cheered, pulling him towards the window. Letting go of his hand as soon as he leaned to take a look outside. “Let’s go!”
“Don’t you dare go outside like this,” he warned, pointing to your thin clothing. “You’re going to freeze AND get sick.”
“It’s fine,” you assured, grabbing the jacket hanging on the coat rack by the door. “It’s snowing!” you cheered once again.
Letting you go outside first, Minhyun went back upstairs to find another jacket for himself and warmer clothing for you, including a scarf and some gloves. Snow was covering the yard by the time he came out, and you were shivering as you approached the door.
“I told you so,” you said in his place, puffing your cheeks as your breath made small clouds in the air. “But look! I made a mini snowman.”
Minhyun looked above your shoulder at the tiny snowman with no eyes or nose, as he wrapped the scarf around your neck and zipped the jacket further up. “It’s cute,” he said simply, still focused on the fact that your fingers were frozen.
“Let’s build one together?” you offered, a big smile on your lips as you kissed his worried pout away.
The night outside. You’re watching the dark sky through a window of his car. Aron’s hand rests next to your thigh, palm leaning against the knob of gear shift. He hums along with the radio, eyes gazing at you every now and then. You only act oblivious. There’s a wandering thought that perhaps he wants to say something and though you wait, he never does, just stares. As if enchanted, but by what exactly, you cannot figure out.
A bite on your cheek. It takes you by surprise, freezing in place, because who would even think to do so? Surely not Aaron? And yet, he’s the one visible in your peripheral vision. Absurd. He’s not the one to do things as drastic, even in the privacy of his own four walls. The pain doesn’t strike you, but the tickling in your throat, an effect of holding back laughter, does turn more unbearable with each passing second. Until you can’t keep it locked any longer, and the force pulls you out of Aaron’s already weak hold.
Running a few meters to catch up to him. Aaron didn’t stop along with you, but you quickly realize it wasn’t on purpose. As your hand grabs his elbow, he turns to watch you with innocent curiosity. He doesn’t mention the moment. And though you want to scold him - leaving your s/o behind is a no joking matter - the expression on his face makes you drop the topic. Aaron continues chattering about his day, so you listen, holding onto his arm just in case he doesn’t notice your departure next time.
Awkward glances. Aaron knows it’s not right, or at least how it should be, but he’s too confused to put thoughts into words. You, on the other hand, know he wants the best, which should be enough. The key word being should. When you’re brave enough, you return one of the stares. His first instinct is to retract, but just a look away has him thinking that perhaps it’s not the best course of action. Without a second glance, he reaches forward, to open the space by his side, just in case you decide you need it.
The lack of him in general. Neither your phone, nor your senses are graced by his presence. It’s as if he has never existed, and you’re close to believing that yes, indeed, he’s just a product of your vivid imagination. That he’s someone you’ve once dreamed about, or just a silhouette from family pictures, whose face is known, but ghostly. Days pass with you suffering from a heartache and that’s all he is - a ghost.
JR
Irritating pain in your eyes. The hour is late. The day’s effect is catching up to you. It’s too difficult to keep your eyes open. Jonghyun says something, but your clouded mind doesn’t catch a word. When you ask him to repeat, he just releases a good-natured laugh, as if your tragic state was a laughing matter. It’s his fault, after all. He’s the person responsible for keeping you awake past midnight. And even his adorable reaction to your sleepiness won’t correct his wrongdoings.
Holding his baseball cap, stunned that it’s the only thing of his you have that still smells of him. It’s weird to take comfort in something so... uncommon, but you’re too desperate at this point. The painful knowledge of him being away has you resorting to the strangest. Before the cap, you clung to his favorite yogurt. Before it, there was the shampoo he always uses. And though nothing has lasting effect, the moment of breathing in a familiar smell clears your head. Just a few seconds, but painless seconds.
Fingertips on your closed eyelids. Pressure on the lashes. Breath on your cheek. Coldness by your legs. Skin skimming against skin, only to disappear in a second. The hour must be late. A little concerned, you finally open your eyes. Jonghyun sighs in surprise. Like a deer caught in headlights, he’s frozen in his spot. Guilt strikes his features. He’s sure his carelessness woke you up. But who would be mad at the sweetest guy alive? If he can’t sleep, then so can’t you. That’s the verdict.
Small words of appreciation, you didn’t realize you needed. They always take you by surprise. One would think them an ambush, meant to bring Jonghyun a gift in the form of your embarrassed smile. But just a mention of his possible hidden intentions makes his face harden. How can you assume such vile things about his motives? All the compliments are genuine! Your embarrassment is just a bonus!
Being avoided. Though you lean forward to embrace him, Jonghyun turns away. His face is unreadable, empty. Your hands manage to lock around his waist in time, but they’re obviously unwelcome there. As if you were a virus, you’re rejected. Jonghyun stands stiff in your weak hold, wordless and emotionless. It hurts. It really hurts. You’re left with no other option, but to let him go. What he wants at the moment is not you. The only right course of action is to accept it.
BAEKHO
The plush of his lips on the back of your neck. It’s in a way restless - Dongho shows no sign of wanting to stop. His legs are settled around your hips, locking you in the embrace. There are things you should be doing instead of letting him lull you into sweet comfort, but he’s never once backed from an ambush. You may be trying to work, yet you do want him to take your mind off of the stress as well.
His silence. Mouth occupied by pancakes, Dongho doesn’t speak. Every then and now he just graces you with small noises of content. Their appearance is a spark of electricity, opening your mouth in a smile. Though your work doesn’t end at making him comfort food, the progress in lifting his spirits is still a success that should be celebrated. And so, you gift yourself with the continuation of staring at Dongho’s passionate eating habits. He’s too taken by the pancakes to notice it.
Fingernails scratching stitches on your jeans. He’s nervous, this much is obvious. The empty look on his face tells you that the thoughts have taken Dongho miles away, and none of your words will be registered by his mind. The scratching turns weaker for a moment as he glances at the clock. Its ticking seems to irritate him only more. Finally, you cover his hand with your own and Dongho smiles a little. You presence alone won’t save him, but it does give him a little bit of warmth and assurance, that at the end of the day, he’s not alone.
A little yelp of excitement, so inaccurate for a man built like Dongho. Though he’s more of a big bad wolf appearance-wise, his smiling face reminds you of a baby. He dances around the room, eyes bright and happy. None of the questioning looks you shoot his way are enough to grant you an answer. Dongho ignores your stares, until he finally grabs your hands to pull you along. For a long time he doesn’t explain what the hell is going on, but when he’s acting like that, you cannot just stop him. The questions have to wait.
How his fists tighten when he’s mad. Dongho doesn’t think about hiding them, he’s too taken by the all-consuming anger. It’s a normal thing to get frustrated, but somehow, seeing him mad is... different? You’re not used to the paling insides of his fingers, an effect of limited blood flow. You know he won’t do anything, it’s just his way of offloading, and yet, somewhere deep in your mind, you’re scared. Terrified, but of the possibility it will stay this way between you and him.
MINHYUN
Reaching for his hand when the moment feels vile. Minhyun, though not a fan of publicly displayed affection, doesn’t take his fingers away. They interlock with yours, grip quick to tighten in a comforting manner. The world instantly seems a little bit more bearable. As soon as you turn to look at him, Minhyun’s gaze meets yours. There’s a question whether you’re fine. Not wanting to have him worried any longer, you nod yes. With him, you’ll be fine.
The coldness of an ice pack. Your momentary lack of focus costed you pain and tears. Now Minhyun, taking the role of a house nurse, stands behind you, holding a bundle of ice cubes and using the moment to scold you. Because how dare you hurt yourself when he’s just a few steps away? How dare you not give him a chance to save you from the dangers of living? How dare you roll your eyes when he’s teaching you an important lesson of self-preservation? And don’t even think about whining at the coldness, it’s meant to freeze!
A laptop you have completely forgotten. Though Minhyun’s attention is all on you and he’s reaching lower your back, the sound of crashing electronics forces you apart. You take a look at his swollen lips before turning to search for the source of all commotion. Minhyun’s hands fall on your thighs, still not ready to let go completely. He doesn’t seem concerned about the noise. If anything, it’s the growing distance between the two of you that he’s wary of. When you sheepishly tell him that it’s his laptop that fell, he just grunts and then pulls you back.
Washing your hands when he encircles you from behind. Minhyun’s head rests on your shoulder, meanwhile his fingers cover yours under the stream of running water. He doesn’t speak. There’s no need, you know he expects you to wash his hands as well. It’s a little thing you have a habit of spoiling him with. As you silently comply, Minhyun laughs, chest trembling against your back. Though you can’t see, you can feel his gaze on your profile.
A heavy gaze. One that pushes you down, until you’re flat against the ground, trembling in fear, because you’re its object. Minhyun won’t say a word, but he watches, as if he was feeding on your terror. But how can someone be vicious enough to put a boot on your lungs and remain silent, indifferent to the tortures they’re putting you through? Of course, he’s awaiting a grand apology, but even tired, breathless from the anger olympics, you don’t want to relent. Not when he’s not free of his own wrongdoings.
REN
The stark shape of his nose, digging itself into your cheek. Minki is trying to get a reaction out of you, but while doing so, he only causes you a meltdown inside. Instead of a grimace, he’s rewarded with a sweet smile. Minki wants to push your buttons more, the soul of a troublemaker is chewing his ear off, and yet he gives up. It doesn’t go past your attention - his defeated, but genuine smile is a sight to behold.
Delicate skin you are allowed to touch. Minki’s facing away from you, either moaning or whining, depending on what nerve you’re currently crunching. Few times he tries to swat your hands away, but you’re not that easily scared by his threats. They can’t be serious. When he makes a sarcastic comment about your great massage techniques, you act dumb and dig where it hurts him. Minki scowls, but gives up, promising he won’t open his mouth again. A few minutes is how long he can go without uttering a word.
The moment he forgets himself in the feeling of being close. Minki’s hot breath is blowing at your lips, and though you anticipate a kiss, it’s never placed. It’s as if some greater being has stopped the time for him, imprisoning Minki in the pose. Having him so close is heavenly, but just as happy as you are, the need to laugh overpowers. His eyes open at the sound, surprised. Once again, he returns to the body of a born teaser.
A pair of gloves, thrown at you seemingly out of annoyance. At least that’s what’s written on Minki’s face. Annoyance, because you’re forgetful enough to hurt yourself in the cold season. Stiff fingers have trouble putting the material on. You hesitate. Is it really okay for you take the gloves? Minki gave you them himself, but sometimes we hurt ourselves for others. It’s a reminder that he cares a lot, no matter how much of trouble he’s brought you. Or how deep is the frown on his features.
The face of disinterest. You hate it with burning passion. It’s his way of telling you that things aren’t alright between the two of you. That he feels distaste, as if he was staring at a plate of mold. Minki’s words are cold, pulled straight out of freezing temperatures. They make your back stiffen, eyes glaze over, hands tighten their grip. You want to disappear, melt away and seep through the ground to mix with the depths. Maybe then you wouldn’t have to suffer at the hands of his indifferent facial expression.
NU’EST | When you’re sad and they try to comfort you from afar.
A/N: So maybe because of distance or just this pandemic quarantine, they can’t physically visit you. This is a little bit of a mess but-.
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JR
JR was there for you. Whatever it was that was bothering you, he would listen. You knew it from the start so you didn’t even try to hide your sadness. You called him and told you were feeling down and right away, JR asked what’s wrong and if you wanted to talk about it. He assured you he was there for you and would try to make you feel better with his cuteness.
“I’m so glad you told me. I am here for you, always, ok? I hope you feel better now~.”
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Aron
Aron could tell you weren’t feeling good, even behind the phone screen. Even if you tried to hide it, he could just sense you feeling bad. So you were a little confused at first when he would suddenly send you cute random pictures of his dogs and himself, and ask if you were doing good. But, you’d lie if you said it didn’t make you smile and feel a tad bit better already.
“Look at our son~! He misses you! Like I do. How are you feeling? If you need to talk about anything, I am here. Just call me, ok?”
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Baekho
You really tried not to let Baekho notice you being sad as you knew he would be very worried and stressed, but after a while, you had to tell him. He was very frustrated for not being able to be there physically holding you, and honestly he would’ve probably crossed the ocean to comfort you if you didn’t insist him not to. But even if he couldn’t go see you, he tried to make it up by sending you messages, and eventually video-call you to make you feel better.
“I’m so sorry that I can’t be there to hold you. But imagine I am hugging you... like this!” *he hugs the camera with a big smile*
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Minhyun
When you were sad and Minhyun couldn’t embrace you in his arms to comfort you, there was one thing that made you feel a little better: his selfies. Whether it was just selfies of his normal handsome self, or cute ones where he was (trying to) wink at the camera or perhaps a pout with a caption “don’t be sad, it makes me sad”, it made everything a little bit less bad. And if that wasn’t enough, he would send you videos or video call you where he’d sing your favorite song and make kissy faces to make you feel better.
“How are you feeling now, baby? I’ll send you a thousand selfies and videos if that’ll make you feel better! Muah~”
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Ren
Ren would ask how you were doing via messages, and you didn’t feel the need to lie to him, so you told him you weren’t feeling that great. Immediately your phone would ring showing Ren’s name on the screen. He wanted you to talk to him about whatever it was making you sad and would try hid best to comfort you even if all he could do was listen.
“So, what’s making you sad? Do I need to fight someone? I hope you know that I’m here for you, no matter what it is that’s bothering you. I will listen.”
Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a young prince. The prince, appropriately named Kim Jonghyun and affectionately nicknamed JR by the servants, developed an interest in the kingdom and everyone he would one day rule over, making him a man of the people from a young age.
With the exception of Prince Hwang Minhyun, Jonghyun was considered the odd one out by the royals of his age, often looking down on him for attending school with the commoners instead of hiring a tutor to teach him. Jonghyun preferred it this way though, for it helped him gain a new perspective and an understanding of how his people lived and he swore when he’d be king, he’d make the kingdom a much better place.
As he grew up, the young prince partook in many activities, eventually befriending Kang Dongho, his future knight and Choi Minki, future tailor for the elite (on Jonghyun’s recommendation of course.)
Because the Hwangs and Kims were neighbors in the vast land, they met regularly, the kings quietly discussing the financial crisis while the queens bonded over tea. Jonghyun, Minhyun and his sister princess eventually learned to sneak out of the castles and wander into the town where they met Aron Kwak, a free spirit whose heart never stayed in one place until Minhyun offered him a job working around the castle. But even once Minhyun’s younger sister reached a certain age, she stopped hanging around, instead spending her days on practicing becoming a queen for potential suitors and learning her duties should she accept to rule alone.
Jonghyun never stopped learning, never stopped caring, never stopped being curious of anyone who resided in either kingdom which made him particularly familiar with a lot of people and fairly popular at that. He didn’t mind; it made him proud that he could be someone to other people.
And although he knew he would one day get married to become king, he wasn’t in a hurry to settle down...yet.
*
“Son of a bitch,” Jonghyun swore as he knocked the glass of water over. He stood up before the water could fall into his lap and wet his clothes.
“I told you not to leave it so close,” Minhyun commented before raising his own glass to his lips, pinkie out and drinking slowly so the coldness of the ice wouldn’t rush to his brain.
Jonghyun took out his handkerchief to dry up the water that managed to seep into his pants and onto his shirt. How that happened, he didn’t know but let it go. “Do you have an extra one?”
“No need, Hyung. Y/N!”
In the blink of an eye, his newest servant appeared with a polite smile and a curtsey, ready for his orders. “Your Highness.” You turned to Jonghyun. “Your Highness.”
“Y/N, can you take Prince Charming here to my room? He, uh, had an accident,” he snickered. “There should be some clothes lying around somewhere. And tell Aron to bring us lunch if he isn’t busy.”
“Yes, sir.” You bowed at Minhyun. “Right this way your Highness.” You led him quietly out of the garden and into the castle, greeting a few of the nobles visiting the kingdom, and politely instructing Aron of the princes’ meals when they stopped in the kitchen.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Jonghyun asked, trying to make conversation. He had been walking with his hands in his pockets, whistling loudly to fill the silence, but his lungs quit on him. He had seen you over the years in passing by in Minhyun’s village, sometimes getting bread or dropping off dresses with a seamstress, but never gave it a second thought. It could’ve been anyone serving Minhyun. But this was his first time alone with you.
You offered him an apologetic smile. “I’m still trying to get used to everything and everyone first. It’s quite overwhelming going from being a delivery person to serving royalty overnight...although it’s been almost a month.”
“Do you like it?”
“Everyone’s been very kind to me, and I seem to be doing a good job. I hope the Hwangs will have complete faith in me serving them. It’s a real honor.” You’d heard the story of their last servant stealing from them and how many things needed to be replaced and how much gold managed to get smuggled out. The kingdom had taken a hit and the poverty rate was slowly increasing, making you extremely lucky to have a job right now.
“Have they caught the person responsible for the hardship of the kingdom?” When you shook your head, he sighed and excused himself to change into something drier, only to groan when he felt itchy in the attire. He needed to get Ren to design something for Minhyun, maybe for a birthday present or something and then maybe he’d see.
You were long gone when he stepped out so he made his way into the courtyard when he overheard the two kings in the library in a heated discussion. “Forgive me if I overstep any boundaries,” Minhyun’s father said, “but you are overstaffed and it’s only a matter of time before they figure that out. We’ve had to let some of our own people go for the same reason.”
“I know. But what else can we do? These people have entrusted us to look after them and it’d feel like we’re turning our backs on them. We’ve looked deep in the coal mines in search of more gold but everything’s empty. Many have left us as it is, but we’re still struggling. We are grateful for everything you’ve done for us. Thank you. Our only hope will be to merge the kingdoms.”
“Your Highness?” You tapped Jonghyun’s shoulder lightly, making him jump. “Lunch is ready.”
“Thank you Y/N,” he said quickly composing himself.
“Is everything okay? You’re looking a little pale. Shall I send for a doctor?”
He shook his head. “I’m fine, thank you. Just a little jittery from probably not having lunch yet.” He extended his arm. “After you.”
*
Later that night, Jonghyun locked himself in the study room in hopes of finding a quick solution for the time being. He advised his servants not to bother him unless it was important. He unrolled a map that took up the entire table space and studied the blueprint. He dipped his quill in the inkwell, the tip lightly scritch-scratching on the paper. He circled the locations where he could probably find something, crossed out the places where the king said he searched and turned up with nothing, and making notes on where he could explore for himself just to make sure. He needed a better plan, he knew, but he wanted to help as much as he could. He couldn’t let his people down like this, not when they needed him. He paused when he heard a soft knock on the door. “Yeah?” he said rubbing his eyes.
“The queen would like to know if you’re okay Your Highness. You’ve been up here for hours and she’s worried,” Dongho said, holding a tray. “I told her you’d be having your meal up here.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that. Just put it down anywhere. I just need to finish this.” The scent of food finally reached his nostrils. “That smells good. What is it?”
“I’m not sure Your Highness. It actually came from the Hwang kingdom.” Dongo set the tray on one of the chairs closest to Jonghyun.
“That’s nice of them,” he said. He took off the silver lid that held its contents, inhaling the smell of the bibimbap. He frowned a little at a note folded up neatly on the side. “Dongho, can you bring me some chopsticks. I don’t see anything here.” Once he was alone, he unfolded the note, not recognizing the handwriting but smiling when he saw who it was from.
Prince Minhyun said you didn’t eat much at lunch, so I sent you this. Enjoy. -Y/N.
*
“Did you find what you were looking for Your Highness?” Dongho asked once they were in familiar territory again. He couldn’t believe he had been talked into nearly getting lost in the woods.
“No, but if we could just go a little further out next time, then I’m sure we would.” He petted his horse gently, offering him an apple slice. “I feel it Dongho! I know that we can at least fix the water problem; we just have to keep going.”
“Your Highness, I admire your perseverance, but we’re not prepared for something like this.”
“Listen to me though. Finding water means our people won’t die of thirst and if we can find a body of water, we can catch fish and if we catch fish, they won’t die of hunger.”
“But they will die if they’re allergic to fish,” Baekho mumbled to himself and Jonghyun whacked him.
“Not the point.”
“I know you want to save the people hyung, I get it. What I don’t understand is how you’re putting pressure on yourself to do this when it isn’t even your responsibility. The king is still alive, and there’s pressure to find a princess to marry. So why are you doing it?”
“Just as you said. I want to save the people. But I also want to feel like a competent leader when I’m king. I don’t want them to have doubts. And if I can save my people, Minhyun’s people will have a chance too.”
“There are always gonna be problems and there will always be people who doubt you. Your mind is in the right place and that’s all that matters.” He fed his own horse a carrot and he whinnied happily.
They rode the rest of the way in silence, JR trying to remember everything on the map and Baekho watching the area carefully to make sure nothing seemed out of place. Thankfully not many people held a grudge against the innocent prince but one could never be too sure. He heard about a fellow knight who had accidentally eaten some poisoned strawberries meant for the princess he was supposed to be protecting, and how the princess never left his side until he recovered. They were married now, so at least they had a happy ending.
The pair stopped in the town to do a checkup since neither seemed in a rush to get back to the castle. Jonghyun may have been a strong person but he had a fragile heart and it hurt him to see his kingdom falling apart. Many shops were boarded up shut from the families who couldn’t live there anymore and instead moved somewhere they could afford to live. The king had taken a great risk moving some of them into the castle but he supposed he’d rather have Minki there than anywhere else. Still, he saw his reflection on the glass of his parents’ tailor shop and Jonghyun turned away, feeling partially responsible even though it had nothing to do with him.
He got off his high horse (literally), and picked up all the trash he saw, surprised that no one bothered to clean up. Once his people recognized him, they bowed respectfully and offered to take the trash he collected which he obliged. Not noticing his knight had left, Dongho returned with a bowl of porridge since they hadn’t eaten since leaving and Jonghyun refrained from shoveling the whole thing in his mouth, despite the lack of flavor. The people used the opportunity to bombard him with questions and concerns of the town, as they made a circle around him, overwhelming him and getting nervous. He answered as honestly as he could but it didn’t seem to be enough. And just as quickly, a small fire flown over their heads and near one of the stands made them disperse and turn their focus on that.
He felt someone grab his hand and run straight for the castle. It didn’t take him long to figure out that it was you but he was still astounded. You yelled for the guard to open the gates and laughing once you made it safely inside. Dongho headed straight for the stables, letting Jonghyun compose himself.
“Your Highness,” you said in between breaths, “what brings you out of the castle so late in the afternoon?”
“Exploring,” he admitted. “I wanted to see something but we got lost and turned around.” He stared at you wondering what was so out of place. “Why are you here roaming the kingdom?”
“The queen swears the vegetables here are the best in the land, so she sent me on an errand.” You frowned. “Only...I dropped them saving you.”
“That’s something I can repay fairly quickly. Follow me.”
You walked inside, admiring the place. Much like the family you worked for, it was neat and seemed busy, with pages and squires and noblemen walking throughout the halls, charming anyone willing to listen. The portraits scattered along the walls, the past rulers keeping an eye around and pictures of the young prince growing up adorned the opposite side. You smiled at the humanity radiating off of him, enchanted at how his people loved him. “Did you really go to school with us commoners?” You asked in awe, stopping in front of one.
“Yeah,” he said humbly. “I grew up with the servants here and a lot of them had kids my age. My parents were kind enough to let them in the castle so when they started school, I thought it’d be a good idea to follow them there. I met my two best friends there, no offense to your Prince Charming.”
“Prince Minhyun did say you were an odd one,” you commented. “Your Highness-”
“Please call me JR or Jonghyun.”
“JR,” you cleared your throat to hide your embarrassment at dropping the formality, “these people mean a lot to you, don’t they?”
He nodded. “They’ve always had so much faith in us, and to feel like we’re not giving them our all, it feels like treason. I went out with Dongho because I was so sure we’d find a river or something and that would help with some of our problems. My people are starving or dying of thirst and a lot of them are leaving. I want to make my kingdom a better place.”
“Your Highness, I don’t know you that well, but I think you’re going to be a great king.” You patted his shoulder. “From the way I see you treat not just your own people, but Prince Minhyun’s too. I hear them speak highly of you in our village.”
*
From then on, a quiet friendship blossomed between you and Jonghyun, whether he met you at Minhyun’s castle or in either of the villages, he always greeted you with a smile and a promise of an adventure, no matter how short of a time you had together. You played harmless pranks on Minhyun like getting him to clap three times at a lamp so a “genie” would come out and often had Aron running around the castle because you’d tell him you lost Jonghyun. The Hwangs also started to have you send messages to the Kims for official business. If it got too late for Jonghyun to send you back (even with Dongho), he had you stay in a guest room, despite you being a servant. Both parties trusted you not to open the letters so you took this job very seriously.
Jonghyun’s favorite pastime was reading quietly in the courtyard where no one could bother him unless it was to bring him his meals. He often raised his glass as a toast when he saw you roaming with his parents.
He also enjoyed tending to the gardens, something didn’t think he’d like because of the patience he lacked. You found him there many times talking to the plants, praising them and encouraging them to be the most beautiful in all the land. He had the habit of cutting off a flower and offering it to you if he saw you and pouting whenever you rejected it...which didn’t happen often.
He seemed happiest taking his flute lessons outside too because he swore music made the flowers grow faster. He enjoyed your company, fleeting as it was, so whenever your paths crossed, he made sure to keep a smile on your face with his own song for you as a goodbye if he couldn’t walk you to the gate.
He used these distractions to keep himself occupied from the kingdom’s troubles. His dreams, or rather, nightmares began plaguing him late into the night from not finding the source of water to the day of the coronation when his people decided to start a revolution and their first order of business was to overthrow him. They kept him up late at night and sometimes carried on into the morning. They seemed to get especially worse when you stopped coming by and he wondered what could’ve stopped.
*
“I’m sorry, what?” Jonghyun stuck his finger in his ear, cleaning it to make sure he heard right. “Let me get this straight...you want me to marry Minhyun’s sister.” The chicken is his mouth no longer tasted good to him.
“Are you really that surprised?” The king asked. “What do you think we’ve been doing all this time?”
“Trying to figure out what we’re gonna do about the kingdom.”
“My boy, this marriage is the only way to save our people. My time is coming to an end and soon it will be time for you to be crowned king. Now, wipe that look off your face. They’ll be by shortly and we can discuss everything.”
The servants had just finished clearing their plates when the page announced the Hwangs’ arrival. The King and Queen came into view first, regal and elegant as ever, followed by the prince and princess, admiring the place as if they’d never set foot there, and finally, you, head down and fingers laced together in front of you.
“Your Majesties,” you curtsied. “Your Highness.”
“Y/N, always a pleasure to see you,” the Queen greeted you kindly. “I trust you’ve been well.”
“Very, thank you. I’m sorry I haven’t been in some time. They’ve kept me busy with all the wedding preparations.” You turned your attention briefly to Jonghyun. “Congratulations, Your Highness. It will be my honor to serve you in the future.”
“I look forward to having you.” At least a good thing that would come out of the marriage would be getting to see you more often. He missed you a lot more than he thought he did, but he was a bit surprised when he didn’t see you smile back at him.
The princess looped her arm through his, bringing back to the present moment. “I can’t believe this is happening!”
“Me neither.” He didn’t know why the idea didn’t excite him. The loyalties between the Kims and the Hwangs dated back as early as the first monarchs, complete with treaties swearing to never declare war on each other and even splitting riches among each other. This was a first in uniting the two families.
“Okay, Y/N, since you will also become part of this family, allow me to take you to the best tailor in all the land and one the only person JR will allow to make his clothes,” his mother continued. “Choi Minki is simply an artist in what he makes.”
“Thank you,” you smiled at her. “It’ll be good to make sure he knows how the princess likes her dresses and I’ll have some familiarity in how Prince Jonghyun likes his clothes folded and all the like.”
Jonghyun followed the queens and you, with his bride to be right next to him, painting a picture of the wedding she imagined. He had to admit that the idea didn’t sound bad but he just couldn’t see himself in her vision or her in his. He nodded along to everyone talking until they reached Minki’s private corner of the castle and you two were introduced, getting straight to work on the dress and the suit fit for the future king and queen.
It pleased JR to know how easily you got along but a little later when he went back to tell Ren about a hole in favorite shirt, he saw you holding onto his shoulder, gasping for air and Minki egging you on, his heart stopped. He felt foolish for thinking he had been the only one to make you laugh that hard. He backed away slowly unnoticed.
*
You could hear Jonghyun moaning from the stomach pain but you couldn’t go in yet. The engagement party had ended abruptly once the prince ate a piece of rotten beef and came down with flu-like symptoms almost immediately after. The Kings and Queens rushed you and the servants to apologize to everyone attending and had you come straight back. The clock, funnily enough, struck midnight as you entered the room. Somehow someone managed to calm everyone down and assured everyone that Jonghyun wasn’t gonna die, but it’d be awhile until he felt well again. You volunteered to stay with him so everyone could get some rest. While you didn’t have experience watching over this particular prince, someone had to do it and everyone had a full day come morning. You wiped the sweat from his forehead which you swore he blushed from embarrassment. You got him to sit up slowly so he could drink water so he wouldn’t dehydrate, but it didn’t help him too much, so you disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared.
“I need you to drink this,” you said quietly when he wrinkled his nose at the smell and looked for the bucket.
“What is it?”
“It’s tea with mint from the garden. It should settle your stomach.” You poured the tea into a small cup and blew on it until he could drink without scalding his tongue.
He shook his head. “I don’t wanna. It smells gross.”
“Your Highness, please. If you stop throwing up, we can try feeding you soup or bananas, or something just so you can feel better.” The cold sweat hadn’t subsided yet and you hoped this would do the trick. “Just a little bit. You don’t even have to finish it.”
“Promise?”
You held out your pinkie. “Promise.”
The series of events that happened next involved him throwing up on you and the bedsheets the moment he tried swallowing the tea and him apologizing for it and you running to get changed and bringing extra sets of clothes just in case with you reassuring him that you expected that. You convinced him to take a warm bath while you changed the sheets and threw the dirty ones outside the room. He tried falling asleep to no avail so he kept downing water which made him go to the bathroom every few minutes but he was too weak so you had to grab hold of him so he’d be able to walk without falling over. The food poisoning finally wore off a little before sunrise and he was finally able to eat again, but only after making sure he could stomach the mint tea. He ended up falling asleep with the spoonful of soup in his hand and you removed it so he’d be able to sleep in peace. You cleaned up his little area from his messes, tossing the other dirty dresses he managed to throw up on along with the bedsheets.
You took one look at him once you finished, relieved at the color finally back on his cheeks and brushed the hair from his forehead, smiling sadly. Why did it have to be him?
*
JR’s first order of business once he fully recovered was convincing his parents he didn’t wanna marry Minhyun’s sister. It didn’t feel right and it wouldn’t solve any problems. (His days of bedrest led him to obsessively look up the finances of both families and deducing that it wouldn’t help anyone.) When that didn’t work out, he packed a light backpack and headed out to clear his head without telling anyone he’d be gone. He climbed on his horse and together the rode off unnoticed into the forest, Jonghyun confiding his troubles to the white stallion and enjoying the fresh air, the temperature falling steadily the further they rode out. He had just wrapped a blanket around himself when he found himself toppling to the floor and Aesop on his hind legs, the fight or flight instinct kicking in. Jonghyun managed to roll to his side when Aesop kicked before taking off and leaving him stranded. Not far from him, he heard a rattle and he quickly got to his feet, looking for his stallion.
He felt like he walked in every direction, but everywhere looked the same. He could see the darkness start to kiss the sky and he at least hoped he’d find shelter soon. He’d read stories about ghosts and wolves coming out at night and he didn’t wanna be outside to find out. He was about to give up when he found a mine and went inside without a second thought. Inside, Jonghyun lit a small fire to keep warm and view his surroundings. He didn’t know how long he’d be in here, but he hoped someone would find him soon, seeing as though he didn’t have enough food to last him. He panicked a little when it started raining, the wind whistling and the water falling where it pleased made him start hearing things. He sat down in a ball, covering his ears with his hands when the thunder started. He just had to survive the night and then it’d be over.
“Your Highness!” A voice called out loud enough for him to uncover his ears momentarily. “Prince Jonghyun...JR! Make some noise so I know where you’re at? Your Highness!”
A moment later, you found him in that position, inside with no protection. “Jonghyun, there you are!” Wet as you were from the rain, you rushed to him and gave him a hug, surprised when he wrapped his arms around you.
“Don’t go away,” he whispered, unsure as to how you found him to begin with, but not wanting to ruin the moment that he wasn’t alone. You were there with him and that’s all that mattered.
*
It seemed like forever when you were dry again but the bigger problem was the cold you knew you’d get once this was over. The rain wasn’t letting up anytime soon but at least the thunder had stopped. “Your Highness, what are you doing so far away from home? We were all worried sick.”
“How did you find me?”
“I asked first.”
“I...got into a fight with my father and I wanted to get away for a little while.” Out of the corner of his eye, he swore something gleamed, but when he wiped the water away, it was gone. “Now you.”
“Aesop showed up startled. He wouldn’t stop neighing or shaking until we followed him and Mocha got your scent. He left as soon as I found you but they won’t look for us until daylight, probably.” You had never been more thankful for a guard dog than in that moment. “Are you okay?”
He nodded. “I will be now.” He stared at the flames intently as if hoping they’d give him a sign. “I wasn’t running away.” He felt the need to explain what’s been on his mind, even if he couldn’t quite get it out. “I just...Y/N, friend to friend, can I ask you something?”
Your heart flip flopped around your chest when you nodded. “Seeing as we’re gonna be here awhile, why not?”
“Do you think I’m making the right decision marrying the princess? I know they’re your family to serve, but I can’t help but wonder.”
“Your Highness-”
“Jonghyun.”
“Jonghyun,” you tried again, “the Hwangs are wonderful people, as wonderful as your family. I’m indebted to them for keeping me with them as they let more of their servants and other staff go.”
He nodded, expecting this answer. “But is it something I should do? For my people, her people even if nothing else adds up? Is it worth becoming king? Could you do it if you were the princess? Answer me honestly.”
You looked at him next to you, the warmth on your cheeks having nothing to do with the fire. “Yo-Jonghyun, what’s this about?”
“I’m in love with someone who isn’t the princess.” You watched him clasp his fingers together and unclasp them, playing with them. “She’s helped me through so much and I couldn’t help but fall. I want nothing more than to marry her and make her as happy as she’s made me.”
You didn’t know what to say to that, but then again you didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t that. “What are you gonna do then? What do you wanna do?”
He didn’t answer since something distracted him again. He stood up and walked toward the shine, scratching the surface of the wall. When that didn’t work, he rummaged through his backpack until he found a spoon and tried again. He dug really slowly so the silverware wouldn’t bend or break, scratching away patiently.
Meanwhile, you stared at the flames, enjoying the way they changed color. Eventually, it’d die down until nothing but the embers remained, and then go off completely until the cool ashes provided the only proof branches and twigs burned there. But for now, they burned brightly and beautifully, providing enough warmth, light and protection for you to close your eyes and fall asleep. You didn’t know how faraway daybreak was, but you found the prince (spooked but safe and intact), so you earned your nap. You jumped when Jonghyun tapped your shoulder, expecting him to still be stuck to the rocks, but still your eyes stayed closed. “Yes Your Highness?” you mumbled.
You heard him chuckle, but nothing else, but you felt him drape something over you. “It’s nothing. Sleep now. I’ll show you later. Good night.”
*
The cave ended up being a mine full of diamonds, much to everyone’s dismay and relief which helped the Hwangs and the Kims with the poverty problem. It brought back their old people who were, after many years, finally able to reopen their shops and with that, brought more people to visit. Jonghyun solved the water problem by providing jobs to his people to dig from his kingdom to the nearest water source so they’d be able to have water closer to home. With that, the crops flourished, enabling farmers to settle down there too.
His heart felt full at seeing Minki back where he belonged and Dongho in an armor suit that protected him the way it was supposed to be. Minhyun sent the page often telling him of the growth of his own kingdom which focused more on education than anything else which kept him content.
At seeing the boy’s success, the king knew he reached the end of the line. Jonghyun did everything he wanted for his people: give them a better life and thrive. So he relinquished his position and stepped down proudly. Jonghyun on the other hand, wanted to accomplish one more thing before he could be crowned king, and he needed your help. He paid a visit to the Hwangs, mumbling his apologies but it was important for him to see you. He found you helping Aron clearing a table in one of their libraries to prep the prince and princess for a lesson. After Jonghyun successfully threw a crumpled piece of paper, you excused yourself, greeting JR with a bow and a shy smile, while wiping your hands on your apron. He licked the tip of his thumb and wiped a smudge of ink off your cheek.
“How can I help you, Your Highness?” you asked, trying to ignore your reddening cheeks.
“Walk with me, Y/N. I have a lot of things to talk to you about before my coronation.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You have my word. I’ll be there.” You paused. “I’m sorry you’re not marrying our princess.”
“In a way, I am too, but I know she’s more of a lone wolf. Ruling with her would’ve been somewhat difficult. But since I also grew up with her, I don’t think I could’ve ever fallen in love with her either.” He smiled at you, letting you take the lead.
“It’s beautiful outside today. Would you like to see the gardens? The carnations are lovely this time of year.”
“Wherever you’d like. I have all day.”
“You most certainly do not. You probably canceled a big important meeting because of me.”
“Actually, you’re the most important meeting I have all day.”
“Your Highness, you’re making me nervous.”
“Okay, I’ll get to the point...you care about me, right?” You nodded quickly but didn’t say anything. “And if I need something, I can count on you, right?” He dug into his pocket when you nodded again. “So can I ask you a question that could change both of our lives?”
“Your Highness, I don’t think I can just up and be your servant. My loyalties lie here.”
“I’m here because I’m looking for my bride. Rumor has it, she lives here.”
“Who’s the lucky girl?” you asked after a moment of silence, your heart deflating a little.
He met your gaze, unwavering and as confident as you’ve ever heard from the future king. “You.” He held out his hands out to you and you gingerly moved the top hand, letting you see a diamond he had taken out. It wasn’t big or flashy but it still rendered you speechless. “I found this the night you found me.” He took your hand and dropped it in. When you closed your hand over it, he covered yours with his. “Do me the greatest honor and marry me.”
“Your Highness-”
“You bring riches to everyone around you and you don’t even know how bright you shine...you’re a diamond in the rough. You care for everyone around you...why would the people outside the kingdom be any different?”
*
You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and you tried to breathe normally, but you could feel the thin veil suffocate you. The only thing that kept you going was Jonghyun waving at you and the crowd laughing. It was a public event, the regals and the commoners coming together to celebrate the occasion. The coronation happened moments ago, but Jonghyun didn’t care too much for it. He had been dreaming of becoming king his whole life. Spending the rest of his life you, however, he couldn’t wait. Even though you were finally at arm’s length, he couldn’t help but take your hand and hold it tightly, rushing you to get started.
Then grin never left his face, not when the clergy started his sermon, not when you said your vows or even exchanged rings, and especially not when the clergy said, “By the power vested in me, you may kiss the bride,” and he lifted the veil from your face and gave you a kiss so passionate, so raw, so much love and adoration, you couldn’t help but cry tears of joy and wrapped your arms him, and kissed him back.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I happily present King Kim Jonghyun and Queen Kim Y/N.”
