#perfect crown

[eyesofyoussef]

You should see me in the crown 👑🖤

[sophiapassot]

[reijixia13]

Hi, do you think you could do an x reader for the prime minister in perfect crown 💕

Yes yesss! Omg Ever since I started being interested on the Perfect Crown series I always wondered how it would go if they know each other from High School👀👀

This took a little while than it was supposed to- I'm sorry🥲 I hope it's ok that I refered to the reader as her🙃

Couldn't but, Always been

—In which Min Jeong-woo has been looking at the wrong person the entire time, instead of looking who was truly beside him.

This also takes way back from the Royal Academy, where feelings are nothing but hidden behind responsibilities. But what if those old feelings resurfaced? Too late. A little too late.

English isn't my best language (still) bit hope you like it!!

—·—·

Choi (Y/N), An academic model of the Royal Academy, Niece of Hyeon-guk for years she strive forward to achieve what she can but with that IQ of hers? Only the best can challenge her.

That's what had been the reason why her Uncle raised her. Her natural intelligence.

Even with the inequality in the Seong Household, Hui-ju and (Y/N) stayed as close. Both losing their mother at a young age, their independence grew and only they have each other at arms. So when they both entered the Royal Academy, and met a person who is just there.

But was that really 'just' to (Y/N)?

1st PoV

I calmly looked across me, a male it was just a small interaction between us, but deep inside I'm still internally confused why his here. I lowered my book and stared at him, the male only smiled that feels like mockery in my perspective.

"Does it bother you that I'm here, Choi (Y/N)?"

That voice and face can fool absolutely anyone but not me- no-

"It does not, your highness, but enlighten me as to why you are across from me instead of the empty seats around us?"

I said, clearly the library was empty at this hour, but why is Prince I-an across me? Is he that lonely? Lol sad for him I guess-

"Please don't mock my presence."

I blinked at his words, startled.

"Hey I am not- you know what never mind, please excuse me."

I sighed and stood up, I took my things as I bowed before the prince and left.

'To others being approached by the Prince is a chance, but not me. It's a great honor, though I'm deeply scared of his fan base, also,'

Looking out towards the school garden, the wind breezeed by briefly and I sighed.

'Prince I-an is just so not my type,'

"Hey! (Y/N)"

Footsteps behind me made me turn, and suddenly I'm back being freshmen, my heart beating the same but not with him.

"Jeong-woo,"

I smiled at him, he stopped in front of me.

"Hello, have you finished your time in the library?"

He asked, I only nodded.

Min Jeong-woo, to everyone else is just someone who has a great face, but deeply his kind, funny and awkward friend. He helped me the best he can with academics, though his much more of an advice giver and an emotional person to lean on. Ever since Hui-ju and I met him, his done nothing but our biggest supporter.

I sweat dropped.

Maybe because of being close to Jeong-woo, Prince I-an has been at our little corner, Hui-ju doesn't see it but the young prince has always been at the end of our corner, must have also been why Prince I-an has been too comfortable in my space.

"Yes, though Prince I-an was reading there too. I honestly don't know why they even own their private library when his just gonna use the academy library."

I shook my head as Jeong-woo and I walked, I side glance at him, and wow- it never fails me to see that face all over again. His face was nonchalant but deep down I know his happy.

"By the way, have you seen Hui-ju?"

He turned to ask me, I smiled but the grip in my things are unnoticed.

'That's right, for a while, he had been having a deep devotion of love for Hui-ju I'm not stupid, but I sure do act one to avoid this feelings. It doesn't take a while for me to figure out he had been crushing on Hui-ju but I don't blame him.'

I avoided his gaze as I stared towards the front.

'My cousin has the looks, the grades and the intelligence. She was easy going and excelled at anything.'

"No, I'm sorry Jeong-woo, though I did remember that she mentioned she's practicing archery at the academy training grounds."

In my eyes, I'm not Hui-ju, I'm not as talented as she is.

I couldn't be someone more but, always been just the bestfriend.

"Alright, thank you! You sure you're okay going home alone?"

He asked stopping in his tracks, I continued to walk forward waving my hand and without looking back.

"Yep! Make sure that Hui-ju gets home before dinner thought!"

I simply said aloud, I didn't hear his answer only the echoing footsteps that slowly fades. How I hate it.

I stopped, looking down at the ground, I clenched my fist,

'I hate how much I like him.'

—·—· Time Skip

3rd PoV

And that thought eco again and again.

How much she hate her love for Min Jeong-woo.

Even in the most crucial time, they we're finishing high school when she notice it. She always does. Always been.

But she did not want to seem weak.

It hurt yes, but if she stayed longer how could she ever heal? The opportunity appeared as her grand-father from her father side contacted her, she is to return home to Canada to undertake the family business. So she did, (Y/N) decided to return in Canada.

Her goodbye's we're normal, but her shuttering heart wasn't.

Some people face their greatest love with acceptance.

Though, She couldn't but, she'll always been just the 'friend'.

For a couple years she did not contact anyone, literally everyone except the certain prince who keeps spamming her.

His Highness🙄

Literally, when are you returning back to korea?

(Y/N) 🤓

For the last time, I'm not returning how do you keep knowing my number anyways?!

His Highness🙄

Yoo Su-bin

Any way, you should really return, Hui-ju just got into a car accident.

(Y/N) stopped whatever she was doing in her office, her eyes twitch.

(Y/N) 🤓

WHAT? You're just telling me this NOW?!

You better have that petty head of yours intact, YOU HAVE ONE FAVOR TO FULFIL.

I-an is far from being scared, this is just a whole new level of fear. It was a good thing they were communicating through chat.

His Highness🙄

So, are you coming back to korea?

Choi (Y/N)?

Hello?

(Y/N)?????

☹️

So here she was, at a hospital reception, her expression anxious and concerned.

(Y/N) kindly asked the reception for Seong Hui-ju's room, but being physically there at the door room, she was bothered by the guards.

"I'm Choi (Y/N), Seong Hui-ju's cousin so let me through."

She annoyedly demand, her glare directed at the security guard before her. The fact that they we're ignoring her was really bothering her.

"Oh?"

1st PoV

I whipped my head around to glare at the new comer, his voice was still similar but mostly mature. Prince I-an stood there with Yoo Su-bin, I marched forward with a frown.

"Prince I-an"

He stared at me, and smiled.

My eyes twitched.

"You're pretty face won't work on me, let that security know I'm checking my cousin!"

I whispered yelled at him, Yoo Su-bin flinched but I-an didn't.

"Let her through, she's Seong Hui-ju's cousin."

With the Prince single command, the security guard made way as I passed through, I shot a glance at I-an with a glare, internally telling him I'm not done integrating him, he only smiled. This jerk never changes at all.

I took a deep breath, and opened the door.

I expected Hui-ju resting,

Yes probably.

But in this dram she isn't.

An unfamiliar lady that looks like a secretary stood beside her, and a man's straight seated with his back turned towards me.

".. (Y/N)?"

I exhaled, all my anxious and concern came flooding back in. I slowly took a step forward as Hui-ju quietly whispered my name.

"Hui-ju.. What..what happened?"

I asked, I halted when the man turned towards me.

"Choi (Y/N)?"

My breathing hitched, memories came flashing back in, the safe face, the same guy, the different hang outs, the same smile, but the different heart beat.

"Jeong-woo?"

The bed creaked, I turn my focus back on Hui-ju who was getting up from bed, I rushed forward to her past Jeong-woo.

"No- no- the nurse said you weren't allowed to stand up, I-"

My panic came to a stop when Hui-ju's arms wrapped around me. She buried her face on my shoulder, not wasting any second I wrapped my own arms around her.

"We'll be outside.. "

Min Jeong-woo quitely announced, I saw him guiding the secretary towards the door too, but the way Jeong-woo held my gaze made my heart ache, made the same heart froze. Before he stepped outside closing the door.

My attention returned to Hui-ju when I heard her quitely sobbed. I pat her head. I softly smiled when she started crying and lecturing me at the same time.

When Hui-ju settled to rest, I quitely left the hospital room. I nodded towards the secretary, who bowed in respect, I only smiled. My gaze found his again.

Like always been.

Without word Jeong-woo followed me to a secluded area.

I halted, and faced him.

We both stared at each other.

"Choi (Y/N).."

"It's actually (Y/N) Williams now. "

—·—·

If you ask Min Jeong-woo of his love life, he says with a straight face that people like him don't have a chance for love. But for years he hid himself in an unreadable face, his true intentions and yearning all to himself. It did not help how for a long-term he hid his feelings for Seong Hui-ju that not just recently been the Grand Prince's fiancee that he started to show his intentions.

But now, he's questioning his self as what used to be his bestfriend stood infront of him, avoiding his gaze.

He didn't know why he felt the ache, the anger, and how his hands turned into a fist in the mention of her renewed last name.

"What..?"

He asked,

"Since, when?"

"Nearly a decade. And I'm planning to introduce my husband in Seong resident."

Her voice was unbelievably calm, but her face was far from peace.

Jeong-woo was a obsessive protective person, but when his bestfriend finally returned but at what news?

He didn't know when he started gripping her shoulder, he's hand was suddenly forced away from her as the Grand Prince appeared before him, a frown on his face.

"I did not expect you to welcome our guest this way, Minister Min."

Prince I-an stood protectively infront of (Y/N) who was easting her shoulder.

Jeong-woo straighted.

"Tell me, your highness, did you know Choi (Y/N) was returning?"

He questioned the prince with a frown, (Y/N) stepped forward but I-an stopped her.

"I asked her to. In place of Hui-ju."

The Prince answered, calm but firm.

"So you have been in contact for so long?! How long have you known she was married?"

Min Jeong-woo was a straight face man, but his anger was surfacing the more he unfolds the connection, the too close for being friends connection between (Y/N) and the Grand Prince. First it was Hui-ju now his bestfriend?

"Min Jeong-woo! You are speaking to the Grand Prince, you sha'll not raise your voice in the presenve of his highness."

(Y/N) firmly stood in the middle, she glared at the Minister.

"No- Your whole family lost contact of you for years, and even I! For years we tried, but you returned and with a news we didn't know?"

The female stood, Prince I-an behind her started to move, but she stopped him. She pointed at Min Jeong-woo.

"You're just someone who I used to be friends with, you have zero control of my life! I'm happily married with a simple family, and you have no rights to speak ill of them in my presence."

She walked past him, beckoning the Prince to follow her. The echoed footsteps felt like deja vu. Except its the other way around.

Min Jeong-woo did not expect that his feelings resurfaced in result of accepting that he did like Seong Hui-ju, but he Loved Choi (Y/N).

He was smart.

He was a strategies.

But a fool of love.

He was too focused on the unrealistic instead of the logical.

He aimed for someone he thought would be perfect, he was blind to see the one person closest to him the most.

And he let go of that hand easy.

He Couldn't but, it's always been her.

—·—·

Errr I honestly don't know how I would make this, I didn't get the chance to ask what specific request you asked but I really hope its an okay for you (ToT)

This took a while hahaha (laugh of responsibilities)

Idk if I'll be planning for another part but I don't know how I'll ever come to term with the plot yet.

Anyways for those who has request please refer to this link >> Request Post for inquiry or post your request on my inbox! <3

[ahighlyfunctionalfangirl]

I love when I'm watching a period drama and my favorite court lady shows up as a court lady. That's how I know it's going to be good

[perfect-crown-reimagined]

Assistant’s duty

Words count: 2366

Tags: smut, oral, pussy eating, lesbian sex, strap on, minor voyeurism, power play

Based on perfect crown ep 1 with Hui-ju and Hye-jeong because I like reimagining :p

It wouldn’t be the first time Do Hye-jeong had to endure her boss’s temper. By now, she knew exactly what she had signed up for the moment she chose to stand beside Seong Hui-ju. The sharp tongue, the impossible standards, the dead wish glare that could silence an entire boardroom within seconds none of it surprised her anymore. Most days, she could tolerate it without much difficulty.

But lately, even Hye-jeong had to admit things were becoming unbearable.

Chairman Seong’s sudden insistence that his daughter finally marry had pushed Hui-ju into a state of constant irritation. The pressure followed her everywhere during meetings, at dinners. And when Seong Hui-ju was cornered, everyone around her suffered for it.

Earlier that morning, she had torn apart an executive during a meeting over a minor mistake, her voice cold enough to freeze the entire conference room. No one dared breathe until she stormed out.

Now, the aftermath lingered heavily inside her office.

Hui-ju sat alone on the leather couch near the windows, one hand covering her eyes as though she could block out the pounding pressure in her head. Her dark hair spilled messily over her shoulders, her tie slightly loosened, a rare sign of disarray from someone usually so immaculate.

Hye-jeong quietly approached, placing a delicate tea set onto the low table before sitting beside it.

“Drink some,” she said gently, nudging the porcelain cup toward her. “It’s lotus root tea.”

Hui-ju lowered her hand just enough to peer at the drink through narrowed eyes. Her brows remained furrowed as she leaned forward slightly, inspecting it with visible suspicion before grimacing.

“Isn’t it super bitter?”

“Come on. Just drink it. It helps soothe pent-up anger.” Hye-jeong continued to encourage.

“I don’t have pent-up anger,” Hui-ju replied flatly.

The lie would have been more convincing had she not looked moments away from strangling someone.

Hye-jeong folded her arms. “You’ve been terrorizing the staff for days.”

“They’re incompetent.”

Hui-ju clicked her tongue softly before pushing the cup away with the tips of her fingers. “This won’t help.”

She sank deeper into the couch, tilting her head back against the cushions with a long exhale.

Hye-jeong studied her silently.

Even like this, annoyed, exhausted, utterly displeased. Seong Hui-ju looked devastatingly beautiful. Maybe even more so when angry. There was something dangerously captivating about the tension in her expression, the sharpness of her gaze, the way she carried stress like a queen burdened by an invisible crown.

Then, suddenly, an idea crossed Hye-jeong’s mind.

A slow smile tugged at her lips.

She rose from her chair and stepped behind the couch. Hui-ju barely reacted at first, too drained to question her, until Hye-jeong’s hands settled carefully onto her shoulders.

Warm fingers pressed gently into stiff muscles.

Hui-ju let out a quiet breath she probably hadn’t meant to reveal.

“There,” Hye-jeong murmured. “That’s better.”

Her thumbs moved slowly along the tense line of Hui-ju’s neck and shoulders, easing the tightness little by little. Hui-ju’s posture gradually relaxed beneath her touch, though her pride clearly refused to acknowledge how much she needed it.

But then Hye-jeong’s hands drifted lower.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Until they rested lightly against Hui-ju’s upper chest.

The older woman stiffened instantly.

Her eyes opened at once, dark and startled as she grabbed Hye-jeong’s wrist halfway.

“W-What are you doing?”

Hye-jeong only smiled innocently.

“Finding new ways to relieve your stress,” she said softly.

And before Hui-ju could properly respond, Hye-jeong’s fingers brushed against the first button of her blouse.

Hye-jeong's fingers moved with practiced ease, slipping the first button of Hui-ju's blue-gray satin blouse free. The fabric parted just enough to reveal the pale curve of her collarbone, the edge of a black lace bra. Hui-ju's breath hitched, her grip on Hye-jeong's wrist tightening, but she didn't push her away.

"Are you out of your mind?" Hui-ju's voice came out low, strained, but there was no real heat behind it. Her eyes flickered toward the glass windows, overlooking the city skyline, where anyone in the neighboring building could glance over if they cared enough.

Hye-jeong didn't stop. She worked the second button loose, then the third, her knuckles brushing against the soft swell of Hui-ju's breasts. "You said tea wouldn't help. I'm offering an alternative."

"That's not—" Hui-ju's protest died as Hye-jeong's hand slid inside her open blouse, palm flat against her stomach, warm and deliberate. The older woman's muscles tensed beneath that touch, a shudder running through her that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

"You've been wound up for days," Hye-jeong murmured, leaning down so her lips were close to Hui-ju's ear. Her fingers traced upward, grazing the underwire of her bra. "Let me take care of it. Of you."

For a long moment, Hui-ju remained rigid, her jaw tight. Then, slowly, her grip on Hye-jeong's wrist loosened. She didn't say yes. She didn't have to.

Hye-jeong took it as permission.

She finished unbuttoning the blouse with swift, confident motions, pushing the satin aside to reveal Hui-ju's torso. The black lace bra hugged her breasts perfectly, her nipples already hard beneath the thin fabric. Hye-jeong's mouth watered. She wanted to taste every inch of this infuriating, gorgeous woman.

Instead, she guided Hui-ju to lie back on the leather couch, positioning herself between her legs. The fitted skirt rode up as Hui-ju shifted, exposing smooth thighs and the dark edge of her panties. Hye-jeong's hands ran up those thighs, slow, savoring the way Hui-ju's breath quickened.

"You're tense everywhere," Hye-jeong observed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She pressed a kiss to the inside of Hui-ju's thigh, just above her knee. "Let me fix that."

She worked her way upward, mouthing at the sensitive skin, leaving damp trails of heat. Hui-ju's hips twitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips before she could stop it. Her fingers tangled in Hye-jeong's short bob, not pulling, just holding.

When Hye-jeong reached the apex of her thighs, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Hui-ju's panties and tugged them down. The fabric slid away, revealing glistening folds, already wet and waiting. Hye-jeong's breath caught at the sight.

"Look at you," she murmured, more to herself than to Hui-ju. "So wet for me."

"Don't be so full of youself- Ahhh—," Hui-ju snapped, but her voice cracked, betraying her need.

Hye-jeong smiled and lowered her mouth.

The first lick was long, flat, from bottom to top, collecting the slick moisture on her tongue. Hui-ju jolted, a sharp inhale hissing through her teeth. Hye-jeong didn't rush. She circled her clit with languid strokes, teasing, building pressure slowly. Hui-ju's hips began to roll against her face, small involuntary movements that grew more urgent as Hye-jeong sucked the sensitive nub between her lips.

The sounds that filled the office were lewd, wet, sucking, the occasional moan from Hui-ju that she tried desperately to muffle. Hye-jeong's tongue plunged inside her, fucking her in rhythm with the thumb that pressed against her clit. Hui-ju's grip on her hair tightened, her thighs clamping around Hye-jeong's head as the first orgasm approached.

"Don't stop," Hui-ju gasped, the command ragged. "Don't you fucking—"

Hye-jeong doubled her efforts, sucking harder, thrusting deeper, until Hui-ju's back arched off the couch and she came with a guttural cry, her body shuddering violently. Hye-jeong lapped at her through it, drinking every drop, prolonging the pleasure until Hui-ju collapsed, breathless.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing.

Then Hui-ju's hand slid down, cupping Hye-jeong's chin, tilting her face up. Her eyes were dark, still hungry, despite the orgasm that had just wracked her body.

"In my desk," she said, her voice rough. "Bottom drawer."

Hye-jeong's eyebrows rose. She knew exactly what that meant. A slow, wicked grin spread across her lips. "You keep that in your office? And I’m the freaky one?”

"Just shut up and get it."

Hye-jeong rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand smugly, and crossed to the sleek mahogany desk. She pulled open the bottom drawer, rummaged past folders, and found the harness and the silicone cock a generous size, curved slightly, with a flared base. Her pulse quickened.

She turned back to find Hui-ju sitting up, her blouse still hanging open, her skirt bunched around her hips. The sight was obscene. Perfect.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" Hye-jeong said, stepping closer, holding the strap-on up. "You probably thought about me bending you over this desk every single day."

Hui-ju's cheeks flushed, but she didn't deny it. "Just put it on."

Hye-jeong took her time. She untucked her navy knit top, pulled it over her head, then stripped off her trousers. The harness fit snugly around her hips, the dildo rising stiff and ready. She adjusted the straps, watching Hui-ju's gaze fix on the cock with naked anticipation.

"Come here," Hye-jeong commanded.

Hui-ju stood on unsteady legs. Hye-jeong grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the windows, pressing her front against the cool glass. The city sprawled below, glittering in the afternoon light. Anyone in the building across the street might see them if they looked closely at a silhouette of two women, one pressed against the window, the other behind her.

"People could see us up here," Hye-jeong whispered, her lips brushing Hui-ju's ear. "Does that excite you, boss? The thought of someone watching you get fucked?"

Hui-ju whimpered, her palms flat against the glass.

Hye-jeong lined up the tip of the strap-on with Hui-ju's wet entrance. She pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching the way Hui-ju's body yielded, the way her head fell forward, a low moan escaping her lips. When she was fully sheathed, she paused, letting Hui-ju adjust.

Then she began to move.

The rhythm started deep and unhurried, each thrust dragging against Hui-ju's walls, hitting that spot inside her that made her knees buckle. Hye-jeong gripped her hips, angling her thrusts, picking up speed. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the office, mingling with Hui-ju's broken cries.

"Harder," Hui-ju begged.

Hye-jeong obliged. She fucked her against the window, relentless, the glass fogging from their breath. Hui-ju's second orgasm built fast, a tightening coil that snapped as Hye-jeong slammed into her, driving deep. Hui-ju screamed, her body convulsing, her cum dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Hye-jeong didn't stop. She kept fucking her, chasing that third peak, the one she knew would be explosive. She reached around, fingers finding Hui-ju's clit, rubbing tight circles while she pounded into her from behind.

It took only seconds.

Hui-ju shattered with a guttural cry, her entire body locking up as she squirted a hot gush of fluid that splattered against the glass, running down in streaks. She collapsed forward, Hye-jeong catching her, the strap-on still buried inside her.

"Get on the desk," Hye-jeong said as she pulled out, her voice low and commanding.

Hui-ju made her way to the desk, her legs trembling. Hye-jeong closed the distance, hands gripping Hui-ju's waist, lifting her onto the surface with effortless strength despite being shorter than her.

"Turn around," Hye-jeong ordered.

Hui-ju complied, rotating until her palms pressed flat against the cool marble. She arched her back, pussy slick and exposed from their earlier activities.

Hye-jeong stepped between her spread legs, the tip of the silicone cock pressing against Hui-ju's wet folds. She didn't push in immediately. Instead, she dragged the head through the moisture, circling her clit, teasing.

"Boss," Hye-jeong murmured, the title dripping with mock reverence. "You're dripping again."

"Just fuck me," Hui-ju gasped, pushing her hips back.

Hye-jeong's hand came down on her ass cheek, a sharp slap that echoed through the office. Hui-ju yelped, fingers scrambling against the wood.

"I'll fuck you when I want to," Hye-jeong said.

She lined up the cock and thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying the full length inside Hui-ju's cunt. Hui-ju cried out, her upper body collapsing onto the desk, knocking over a framed photo. Hye-jeong didn't pause, she pulled back and drove in again, harder, the desk creaking beneath them.

"FUCK—" Hui-ju moaned, her voice muffled against the wood.

Hye-jeong set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust slammed Hui-ju against the desk edge, the impact driving the breath from her lungs. She gripped Hui-ju's hips hard enough to leave bruises, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she fucked her. The silicone cock dragged against Hui-ju's walls, hitting deep, stretching her.

"Good girl," Hye-jeong said, reaching forward to grab a fistful of Hui-ju's hair. She yanked her head up, forcing her to face the window. "Look at how fucking good you take it."

Hui-ju's reflection stared back, hair disheveled, mascara smudged, mouth open in a silent moan. Her tits swung with each thrust, bare and bouncing beneath her unbuttoned blouse. She looked ruined. She looked beautiful.

"Harder," Hui-ju begged, her voice cracking. "Please, Hye-jeong—"

Hye-jeong obliged. She fucked her harder, faster, the desk sliding an inch across the floor with each impact. The sound of wet flesh meeting silicone filled the room, obscene and rhythmic. Hui-ju's moans turned into wordless cries, her body trembling on the verge of release.

"Come for me," Hye-jeong growled, her hips slapping against Hui-ju's ass. "Come on my cock."

The orgasm tore through Hui-ju like a wave crashing against shore. Her pussy clenched around the silicone, her entire body shuddering as she came, hard, messy, her cum dripping down the inside of her thighs and onto the desk. A guttural scream escaped her lips, raw and unguarded.

Hye-jeong didn't stop. She fucked her through it, prolonging the pleasure until Hui-ju's legs gave out and she collapsed fully onto the desk, gasping for air. Only then did Hye-jeong pull out, the cock sliding free with a wet sound.

She turned Hui-ju over, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was red and swollen, gaping slightly from the fucking. Hye-jeong lowered her mouth to it, licking slowly, tasting their combined fluids. Hui-ju whimpered, oversensitive, but didn't push her away.

Hui-ju's eyes were closed, her breathing evening out. Her hand found Hye-jeong's and squeezed.

"Better?" Hye-jeong asked softly.

Hui-ju didn't open her eyes, but the corner of her lips curled. "Don't let it go to your head."

[xiaojaan]

im ngl prime minister min looks yummy when hes pissed

[ramyeonpng]

[magsalecs]

I want to know. When did it become real for you? It was always real. You didn't know? I've liked you from the very start. The what? The very start of what? Which start are you talking about? The very start, for me, was when you said your name.