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chapter seven: chosen | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: none in this chapter, but pls let me know if i missed anything! word count: 3.3k author’s note: chapter seven is here! i am truly sorry for the long wait ❤️‍🩹 the past three months were crazy at work and yeah 😪 but anyway here it is! thank you so much for the patience and understanding. (this is not edited! one day, i will do my best to go through all the chapters and edit!)

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Wonwoo loved to keep to himself. He liked the quiet, the coffee, and the solitude. Maybe, that’s how one like him could truly get with how he liked being alone. Reading, studying, or just studying more.

Sometimes, the exposure to the busy hospital and the general public could get tiresome and noisy. He’s thankful for the privilege to have the time, even every once in a while, to be alone in his favorite cafe. The one he frequented since his university days. He never brought anyone here other than himself and security. 

But for the first time, he brought you.

He didn’t completely understand what led him to this decision. He didn’t know how to justify it. Eunwon was the love of his life, then. But, it never once crossed his mind to bring her here. There was no excuse, if he was being honest.

It just felt perfectly right to have you in this cafe with him. Ordering a simple cafe latte with sandwich and of course, other pastries that he knew, best believe, was very high in sugar for breakfast.

“I did ask them what they recommended,” you said, smiling sheepishly as the food was served. “Then, I thought why not have a selection?”

Wonwoo just smiled and nodded, endeared. “Of course. That was a good idea.”

Your eyes brightened and lips smiled wider at the compliment. “But from what the kind ajhumma told me, you weren’t big on eating here.”

He chuckled. “Well, I just needed a coffee and my notes.”

You nodded, taking a big bite of your sandwich before sipping on the iced drink. 

The cafe was quiet, surprisingly. Wonwoo found a spot where few customers walk into, giving you both privacy. More often than not, other customers preferred take out. There was almost zero chatter and the only sounds you could hear were the coffee beans grinding and the radio playing soft music. The cafe had its own vintage style, making it warm and cozy. Outside, the sun shone just the right amount of brightness. Nothing too glaring to the eyes.

You understood why Wonwoo would love this place.

Pre-med Wonwoo and even the Wonwoo now loved this place because the world seemed to slow down here. Especially then when everything seemed to have been against him and the desires of his heart. Here, there were no titles, no expectations.

You glanced at him over the rim of your cup. He was gazing toward the window with shoulders relaxed. He looked handsome, as always. But more than that, he looked safe and secured.

“This is where you disappear to,” you said, smiling.

Wonwoo looked back at you, blinking in surprise before slowly smiling back. “Yeah. When things get too loud.”

“I get that.” You nodded, understanding what he meant. “Everyone thinks I like being surrounded by people all the time. Appearances, speaking in public, meetings, smiling,” you continued, looking down to your cup. “To be honest, I just like getting the job done.”

Wonwoo chuckled, but he also watched you more closely now. His expression softened. 

“I’ve never brought anyone here,” Wonwoo said, exhaling a quiet sound of relief.

You thought you were going to cry. Not because it was some kind of special moment for you. Although, it was. But somehow, with what he just said, you did feel chosen.

So, you smiled gently. “Thank you.”

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Changwon had so many walkable areas. The trees on the side of the roads gave shade to every pathwalk and that made it easy for you to say yes when Wonwoo offered to walk instead of taking the car.

Security tailed closely, but not that too close to catch too much attention.

Wonwoo pointed out one of the oldest bookstores he used to study at. You two went inside briefly and the owner immediately recognized him, bowing respectfully before giving the Prince a familiar hug. He introduced you, formally, just like always. You were grateful for the warmth of their smile as you told them your name.

Up next, he showed you the nearby park he used to sit at after his gruesome internship schedule. Distant joyous laughter and screams could be heard from the playground and that both made you laugh.

“It’s really serene here,” you said, smiling as you take in the greenery and blue sky. “Seoul has dedicated parks, but it’s quite refreshing to be in a different place. Same purpose, but different vibes, you know?”

Wonwoo nodded, also looking up to the sky. “Yeah, it took me a while to appreciate what we truly have here. Seoul is amazing, but Changwon really gives off a peaceful feeling.”

Suddenly, an old couple stopped in front of you two. “Your Highness?”

You and Wonwoo immediately stood up, politely acknowledging their presence with a genuine smile.

“Good day. Morning walk, I’m guessing?” Wonwoo asked, offering his hand for a handshake.

The old man laughed, nodding as he accepted the Prince’s hand. “Yes, yes. It’s been a while. We used to see you here when you were younger.”

“And now, you’re with a beautiful Princess,” the kind old woman continued, giving you a wink.

The compliment completely warmed your whole face up. “Thank you. I’m honored to be here. I’m Y/N.”

“Welcome to Changwon, Your Highness,” the old man said. “We’re delighted to have you here.”

“Congratulations are very much in order,” his wife finished before bowing once again as they took their leave.

You and Wonwoo exchanged shy looks at each other before bursting into giggles.

“Come on,” he then said, holding his palm out for you.

For a moment, your heart stopped beating. You blinked. Wonwoo has held your hand before. Whenever he’s assisting you on the stairsteps or for anything else official and for the cameras. Or during that time when he invited you here.

Not for this.

Not for the sole purpose of truly wanting to hold your hand so casually as you walked around his kingdom. His home.

Wonwoo tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he adored the confusion on your face. His palm remained open for you to slip your fingers into, patiently waiting.

You took a deep breath and nodded, finally holding his hand after a brief three seconds of questioning. “Okay. Let’s go.”

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A good fifteen minutes were given to you and Wonwoo before Her Majesty called for you through Jeongyeon.

“Hello?” You answered your phone, tone a bit lost because you thought she would be arriving with your parents. “Jeongyeon?”

“Surprise!” Jeongyeon cheered. “I was sent here early to assist you with your preparations. Saera said she must accompany Their Majesties so here I am!”

You laughed and you silently mouthed to an also confused Wonwoo that it was Jeongyeon you’re talking to. He nodded and paused walking so that you could speak to her properly.

“You’re needed to return to the Palace, Your Highness,” Jeongyeon regretfully informed you. “I have brought a few more optional hanboks for you to try on for the party tonight and we need to rehearse with them.”

“Oh…” you said, suddenly bummed out that your time with Wonwoo will be cut short. “Okay. Uhm, I’ll see you there, then.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” she replied and before hanging up, “sorry I interrupted your date!”

The line cut and you just chuckled. And right on time, one of the black cars with the official emblem of Changwon assigned for you stopped in front of the two of you.

“Duty calls?” Wonwoo asked, already knowing that your free time was up.

You nodded, sighing. “I have a fitting and then rehearsals. How come you don’t have to do these?”

“Hey, I’m nervous too,” he defended himself, giving you a soft push. “I’ll rehearse too… in my bedroom.”

The loud laughter you let out surprised you, you had to cover your mouth to muffle the sound. You rolled your eyes, but remained holding his hand as he walked you to the car.

The security opened the door for you and Wonwoo was trying his best to not cling onto you too much. He helped you get inside and settle, keeping your hands warm just a little bit longer.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he said instead of saying goodbye.

You nod, heart still beating fast, you think it will come out of your chest.

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Up to this moment, everything felt surreal for you. How far the two of you have came with this whole engagement. The sixteen year old you would be jaw dropped with everything unfolding and falling into place like it was just meant to be.

You’re slowly starting to feel like this engagement was not just happening to you. It was starting to become something you’re walking into.

Willingly and happily.

Jeongyeon immediately wrapped her arms around you upon your arrival, swaying you side to side with glee. You smiled and hugged her back, relieved to see a familiar face even though you were only gone for just a day.

“Your Highness, I’m so happy for you!” Jeongyeon said while doing her best to hold back from talking so loud. “I’m so excited for you to look so pretty tonight! The party! The engagement! Everything!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at every word while calming her buzzing body. “Okay, okay! I get it. Breathe, Jeongyeon. Breathe.”

“Like, of course, His Highness’ past actions are still not excused,” she whispered to you carefully, as if it was some shared secret. “But, I can forgive him. Just today.”

You laughed again, closing your eyes at her bluntness. “Thank you, I guess?”

Jeongyeon nodded, serious. “Now come on! I want to show you your attire for the night.”

Staff from the Palace helped Jeongyeon during your fitting and rehearsals. And somehow, through it all, your thoughts couldn’t help but fly somewhere else. 

First, it was remembering the warm welcome you have received from everyone here at Changwon. From Their Majesties to the ordinary people, you have not felt any animosity from anyone.

Second, going to the places where Wonwoo found solace and safety. You thought it was just any ordinary and touristy activity that he prepared for you. And that would have been more than okay. But when you realized that he was letting you in, not out of fulfillment of his duties, but out of his pure intentions? You remember feeling chosen.

Lastly, you remember Wonwoo and how he had changed. Slowly, but surely. You know for yourself that you didn’t want people changing for you or because of you. You wanted them to fully understand that what they’re doing is for themselves as well. That what they’re deciding on was out of conscious decision. Not influenced nor coerced. 

Even though that was your standpoint, you couldn’t help but appreciate the change that Wonwoo did for you because it felt right. That no other justifications were needed because he wanted things to be right. For you.

With you.

“You look so pretty in Seoul’s colors, Your Highness,” Jeongyeon said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You had not realized they finished dressing you up already.

The modern hanbok in Seoul’s green aurora indeed looked beautiful. Your eyes mirrored its shine and sparkle against the light and for the first time in what seemed a long time, you felt immensely happy to be getting ready for an event related to your marriage.

Your engagement party.

You checked every angle and side, just to see if the fit is right. 

“What do you think?” Jeongyeon asked, smiling as she stood behind you.

“I think this is perfect,” you answered, immediate and sure.

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The room stilled when Her Majesty, your mother, entered the room with Saera’s announcement. The makeup and hairstylist team had just finished dolling you up when she ordered to have a moment alone with you.

The room emptied, leaving behind the glow of the lamps and faint scent of tea and persimmon. You sat in front of the mirror, folded hands on your lap, and your reflection on the mirror staring back at you.

“Lovely,” Her Majesty told you as she took a seat beside you. She was also wearing the color green and she looked beautiful as ever. You thought she was going to stand behind you, but she sat beside you instead. Not as Her Majesty, The Queen.

But as your mother.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” you replied, turning to her.

The Queen smiled and held your chin up, her eyes a little bit shiny. “I owe you an apology.”

Your eyes widened, before they blinked in confusion.

“There were moments when I pushed you into this marriage knowing how impossible it felt to you,” she continued. “It was cruel. Convincing myself and you that it was duty. Stability. The greater good.

She paused, pressing her lips together. “But, I failed to see how alone it made you feel.”

You looked down to your tightened fingers, trying to blink away your tears.

“I want you to know… I did consider letting this go.”

You looked up, surprised at her confession.

“More than once,” she admitted, smiling. “And once, I almost did.”

You met her eyes and she held your gaze.

“Wonwoo came to speak with me. Alone. And honestly? That man looked far too serious for his age.”

You had to hold a laugh despite the tear that slipped past your eye.

“He was pretty nervous,” she said. “I found it rather endearing.”

You smiled, lips trembling now at this point.

“I asked him something lighthearted,” the Queen continued. “It was during Eunwon’s sudden appearance at the outreach. I asked him if seeing her again stirred anything in him. Old feelings. Regret. Bitterness.

“Surprisingly, he didn’t grow defensive,” she said, softly. “He just… simply smiled. Calmly. He told me letting go of Eunwon was one of the greatest pains of his life. But not because he still loved her. It was painful because he thought he would always be that boy. The boy who believed that love could simply transcend all.

The Queen paused again, looking at you with a gentle smile.

“And then,” she added, “he said something that surprised me even more. He told me that losing that love taught him how to fall in love properly. With the understanding that love is about choosing someone everyday.

“And when I saw him look at you? I knew that that is how you fall in love.”

She lifted your hand slightly, pressing it between both of hers.

“I want you to remember that, despite everything that has happened,” she said, her tone firm. “You are Seoul’s. Your whole being carries its spirit, its compassion, and its resilience. And they’re more than enough reasons for us to know and acknowledge your worth.”

You leaned into her, accepting her warm embrace. And when the doors opened for the engagement party, you stood with your chin held high. Without fear and doubt.

Only love.

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The Kingdom of Changwon’s color was blue, a representation of its power and endurance. Like the deep ocean that shaped its shore. Its hue was the true reflection of its people. 

A reflection of him.

Wonwoo rarely wore a hanbok. Yet somehow, his mother always had one existed for him. From his first birthday to his oath-taking ceremony, she always made sure that a new one was waiting. Tailored, deliberate, and always blue. And each one, despite the color remaining the same, always had its own uniqueness. Each one marked a different chapter of his life

Tonight was no different.

The hanbok he’s wearing tonight sat perfectly on his frame. His engagement hanbok. He looked down at the fabric as his fingers brushed over the intricate embroidery.

Everything felt so real.

“Have you been saving this one?” Wonwoo asked lightly. 

Behind him, the Queen couldn’t stop fussing. Removing an invisible speck of lint, patting and smoothing over his shoulders, checking his belt. You name it.

She paused and looked up at him, unimpressed. “Yes, I have. Why?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nothing, nothing. I was just curious.”

She narrowed her eyes for a moment, but finally let it go.

“I like having something beautiful made for my son. For every milestone,” she explained softly, stepping closer to lean her head against his arm. Her hands, dainty and warm, settled on his sleeves, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Do you want to marry Princess Y/N?” She suddenly asked, catching him off guard.

“Why are you asking that now?” He asked back, laughing awkwardly as he tried to ease the sudden tension in the air.

The Queen smiled, apologetic. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Wonwoo said immediately. He turned, taking her hand in his. “You can ask me anything.”

“I know your father was steadfast against the past,” she continued, and Wonwoo understood what or who she meant. “It was cruel. And I hated every single moment your tears fell.”

His grip tightened around her hand.

“Your father was happy,” the Queen added then. “Hearing reports of you happily in love in university. You thought we wouldn’t find out, huh?”

Wonwoo blinked then smiled, bashful.

“Of course we knew. He even thought about ending the engagement. Thinking that maybe, just maybe, we could take a chance to break away from tradition.”

Then her smile faded into something more serious. A mixture of strictness and sadness.

“But, I hope you understand where we were coming from.”

“I was angry,” he admitted. “I was hurt. I was stubborn.”

The Queen nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“But the past is in the past,” he continued, a steady hand wiping at her cheek. “And now, whenever I see Y/N smile, I see the future with her.”

She reached for him, embracing him tightly. 

The first time Wonwoo chose to return and fully assume his duties as Crown Prince of Changwon, he was well aware that choosing to marry you would come along. An expectation woven in the decision itself.

He accepted it.

As duty.

He believed that that was the end of the conversation. It was closing the door of what he had already made peace with. He was choosing responsibility over freedom, obligation over desire. Not because he longed for anything from the past, but because he believed that wanting more was no longer his right.

He wasn’t angry anymore. But he was empty.

And he would have remained that way if not for you.

Seeing you again did not simply remind him of your beauty. It was something way more than that. Your excellence. Your integrity. Your commitment. The way you carried your crown with nothing but kindness. Firm without asking to be seen.

Marrying you did not feel like the surrender of choice anymore.

It only felt like the truest form of love.

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The engagement party was filled with smiles and congratulations from everyone inside the hall. You felt the recognition of your upcoming union with Wonwoo. It’s warmth like a welcoming embrace. Laughter drifted across the room as soft music played. Each greeting, each bow felt like this was all meant to be.

This was meant to be.

You felt like Changwon had been waiting for you all along. And beside you, Wonwoo’s presence was steady. Familiar and certain. The frequent brush of your hands and the small smiles you shared. You swore your cheeks were hurting from how the two of you kept smiling.

It didn’t feel staged.

It felt real.

For the first time, you didn’t need to brace for the impact of the future you thought you would have to endure for the rest of your life.

It was something you could trust.

You trusted the smiles, the blessings.

You trusted the night that belonged to you and Wonwoo.

Which was why you didn’t notice how the palace securities had begun to move differently. How whispers traveled in an instant. How Jeongyeon’s phone screen reflected a headline no one inside the hall was ready to say out loud.

Inside, you two were golden.

But outside?

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“Come on,” he then said, holding his palm out for you.

For a moment, your heart stopped beating. You blinked. Wonwoo has held your hand before. Whenever he’s assisting you on the stairsteps or for anything else official and for the cameras. Or during that time when he invited you here.

Not for this.

Not for the sole purpose of truly wanting to hold your hand so casually as you walked around his kingdom. His home.

Wonwoo tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he adored the confusion on your face. His palm remained open for you to slip your fingers into, patiently waiting.

You took a deep breath and nodded, finally holding his hand after a brief three seconds of questioning. “Okay. Let’s go.”

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“Come on,” he then said, holding his palm out for you.

For a moment, your heart stopped beating. You blinked. Wonwoo has held your hand before. Whenever he’s assisting you on the stairsteps or for anything else official and for the cameras. Or during that time when he invited you here.

Not for this.

Not for the sole purpose of truly wanting to hold your hand so casually as you walked around his kingdom. His home.

Wonwoo tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he adored the confusion on your face. His palm remained open for you to slip your fingers into, patiently waiting.

You took a deep breath and nodded, finally holding his hand after a brief three seconds of questioning. “Okay. Let’s go.”

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chapter six: changwon | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: none in this chapter, but pls let me know if i missed anything! word count: 3.6k author’s note: chapter six has finally arrived everyone and this time, we are in changwon 🤭 as promised, there is fluff in this chapter! see you guys on the next one!~

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You stared at the television like you could melt it. It flashed the announcement for a good few minutes as the news anchors cheered and shared their comments live. The public received the announcement with overwhelming praise that they cheered whenever they were interviewed on the streets. Flowers and messages lined outside the Palace in an instant.

“Just in, the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon have formally announced the engagement of Princess Y/N and Prince Wonwoo…”

“I think it’s lovely, you know? The unification of two well-advanced and developing kingdoms?”

“To be honest, they’re the perfect match. I mean, come on? A doctor and a lawyer? That speaks volumes.”

But, everything that surrounded you was nothing but a fade. Your ears were ringing and your mind whirling with thoughts. Lots and lots of thoughts you can’t seem to pinpoint one by one anymore.

There was no information or notice handed to you regarding an engagement party. Not even from your parents. 

Was this some kind of damage control?

Just to bury the fact that this royal union was threatened by the tabloid press? 

Or was this just one final attempt to keep the pieces that were barely holding on together?

“The wedding is happening, no matter what,” the Queen’s voice pierced through the silence of the room. “A photo op is scheduled. You and Wonwoo have to pose together.”

“I don’t even have a ring,” you blurted out, unfiltered. “What engagement?”

The Queen sighed, walking to where you were standing. “My love, I understand you’re upset.”

“You could’ve told me,” you said, exhaling sharply.

The Queen held your hand. “We were going to. Eventually. Now, it’s just going to happen earlier than expected,” she said, carefully smiling.

You weren’t sure if that was supposed to comfort you.

Because it didn’t.

You nodded once, just to end the conversation. You let go of her hand and started walking to the doors. You needed to get out. Away. To breathe.

“I’ll prepare for the photo op,” you said, voice barely there.

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“We need to stop catching Y/N off-guard,” Wonwoo said, barging inside his parents' private office. “What the hell was that announcement?”

Upon hearing of the announcement, he immediately ordered Mingyu to book the earliest flight to Changwon. He wanted this circus to end. He wanted to own up to his shortcomings without unexpected announcements that will only leave you torn and swallow your feelings all over again.

“Jeon Wonwoo,” The King said, voice thick with warning. “Keep your voice down.”

“No!” Wonwoo shouted, hands running through his hair exasperated.

“Wonwoo,” The Queen said, standing up from her chair and mediating between Wonwoo and his father. “You already knew this was going to happen.”

“No, I knew there would be plans. I didn’t know she’d find out with the rest of the world like she’s nothing,” Wonwoo snapped, breathing deep and fast. “She didn’t even have a ring. One moment, she was cleaning up the mess that I made and then this?”

The King stood, slowly. “This is bigger than your feelings Wonwoo. The people needed assurance. We had to show them our Kingdoms’ unity.”

Wonwoo’s eyebrow twitched. “At her expense?”

“Princess Y/N is strong. She was made for this,” the King replied, cold yet honest.

“But she’s also a person,” Wonwoo insisted, bitterness crawling up his throat.

The Queen gently placed a hand on his arm, but he pulled away, pacing the marble floors restlessly.

“Have you harbored feelings for the Princess?” She asked quietly.

Wonwoo froze, inhaling shakily.

Yes, he wanted to say. I have.

Maybe he didn’t want to realize and accept it. He feared that if he did, he would come face to face with the fact that he has hurt you over and over again. You have been strong for the longest time. All the time. But, he sees through your pain. Every heartbroken smile while pretending you were fine. The hidden and silent tears. He saw it. He sees it.

He looked back on his conversation with Soonyoung.

Do you like the Princess?

Do you like Y/N?Stop liking her in private.

In the midst of figuring himself out, he knew that in this moment and at this point, he didn’t want to lose you. He didn’t have to correct his mistakes from the past.

He just needed to prove that you didn’t have to fall alone anymore.

The King already knew the answer in his silence.

“You need to start acting like it,” the King said, tone final. “Protect her. Not from us, but from you.”

Wonwoo wished he could protest, but nothing came out. 

Because deep down, he already knew that his father was right.

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Jeongyeon helped you with the packing even though the Palace staff already prepared everything on your behalf. Still, you can tell she wanted to be supportive. To be someone you could lean on through this… whole marriage thing.

“You know, you didn’t have to be here,” you said, giving her a small smile.

She shrugged, folding another piece of clothing inside your luggage. “Eh, I have nothing to do now that you’re on official travel.”

You chuckled, clicking the luggage shut once she was done packing.

“I’m rooting for you two,” Jeongyeon suddenly said, making your ears perk up. “Not in the toxic sense of it, but you know. I trust you and I trust Prince Wonwoo.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, failing to understand what she could mean.

Although deep down, you’re hoping it was what you thought.

“I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t ask for too much,” you said, sitting on the ottoman at the end of your bed. “Wonwoo should be enough, right?”

Jeongyeon sighed and leaned on her arms beside you. “He should be. But, this time, he needs to work for it.”

You smiled, shaking your head at the whimsy yet thoughtful expressions of your assistant.

“I guess I’m going to Changwon alone,” you said, a little bit sad since Wonwoo’s sudden absence.

You haven’t spoken to him about everything that went down with the tabloids and now the sudden engagement party. You can’t say you didn’t miss him. Because somehow, despite being upset, you longed for his presence after spending some time together over the outreach. Even though it was a bit bittersweet. It was heart warming to witness him in his element, had it not been for the drama the tabloids brought.

“Your Highness, Prince Wonwoo has arrived,” Saera’s voice suddenly echoed from outside, startling you and Jeongyeon. 

You immediately scramble to hide away all unnecessary clothing and other packing stuff. Jeongyeon made a move to gather them all in one big tote bag before disappearing to the walk-in closet.

It was a relief you looked presentable.

“Uh, come in!” You said, trying to sound elegant despite catching your breath.

Saera smiled as she opened the door for Wonwoo and when he entered, he never failed to look dashing as ever. You’ll never get used to this. His glasses. His sharp features. Him. Just him.

“Hey,” he greeted, a small smile on his lips. “How are you?”

How can your anger not melt?

You pursed your lips, fiddling with your fingers. “I’ve been good… I thought you ran away.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened, quickly stepping closer as he shook his head. “No, of course not.”

You tilted your head in confusion and kept your feet planted on the floor despite your shaking legs at his proximity.

“I… I had to sort some things out back home before I brought you there.”

You sighed, looking at the floor. You feel like you’re sixteen years old all over again. Having a silly little crush on the Prince of Changwon. 

“I’m really sorry, Princess,” Wonwoo apologized, the tone of his voice making your heart skip a beat. Suddenly, the title Princess sounded like an endearment that could make your knees weak. 

“I wish I could turn back time and do everything that I could to avoid what could have been avoided, but that wouldn’t sound right either,” he continued, scrunching his nose. 

You tried your best to not smile too widely.

“But I am owning up to my mistakes and I am making an effort to do things right from this day forward.”

Your heart clenched at his words, lips trembling a little bit.

Wonwoo took a deep breath before continuing, his voice now steadier.

“I want you to know where I stand with us,” he said, gazing into your eyes as if he was pleading with you to trust his honesty.  “Eunwon… She was my past. And that’s all she will ever be.”

He swallowed the lump at the back of his throat, standing a little bit closer to you now. “But right now,” he paused, breathing once again. “Right now, I’m here. I’m with you. And more than that, I want to be here. With you.”

In all of this, you remained silent. Although your eyes were definitely conveying what you wished to say and let him continue.

“I know I’ve hurt you. From the past and even now. I left you hanging and feeling left behind,” he said, voice laced with nothing but remorse. “But, I don’t want to be that man anymore. I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re always in a battle with me or yourself.”

“Princess Y/N, would you please come to Changwon with me?” Wonwoo finally asked, offering his hand for you to hold.

You stared at his outstretched hand, the weight of his words giving butterflies in your stomach. His fingers twitched, as though he was afraid you’d refuse.

For a long moment, you let the silence settle. Then with a deep exhale, you slid your hand into his. Warm. Solid. Honest.

Wonwoo’s shoulders dropped in relief. 

Finally, for the first time in days, the two of you were smiling again. And this time around, at each other.

—

The Kingdom of Changwon prepared a chartered jet for your trip. The airport was cleared discreetly with trusted security and staff moving around until the two of you were finally settled into your seats.

It was a bit awkward. After all, this was your first time flying together. To his hometown even.

“I guess we don’t have to fight over the window seat?” Wonwoo asked, clearing his throat to dissipate the stubborn tension and awkwardness.

Of course the plane was spacious enough to accommodate the two of you. The interior was made for comfort and ease of travel. Private and just right for the short flight.

You shook your head with a smile. “You’re right.”

Just then, the captain of the aircraft stepped out from the cockpit to formally introduce himself. Adorned with a crisp and clean uniform with the emblem of Changwon pinned on his collar, he took off his hat and bowed in reverence.

“Your Highnesses, it is with great honor that I am flying with you today,” he said before standing tall once again. “I’m Captain Lee and I hope to be of great service to you today.”

Wonwoo smiled, extending his hand for a handshake. You followed suit, also smiling before expressing a genuine, “Thank you so much, Captain Lee.”

—

The Kingdom of Changwon’s Palace was magnificent in its own nature. When you and Wonwoo arrived, you were greeted politely by the staff, all guiding you to the spacious hanok courtyard. Adorned with beautiful flowers and paper lanterns, it was a peaceful sight to behold.

And right at the top of the footsteps, Their Majesties stand tall with warm smiles on their faces.

You and Wonwoo bowed, but Queen Jeon could not contain her excitement anymore.

“Come, come,” she said, ushering you both up with her hands. “I have waited for this moment my whole life.”

You smiled, all ready to take the steps when Wonwoo gently held your wrist to guide you.

“Careful, the steps are a little uneven,” he whispered, as if it was the most natural thing to say.

As if he just didn’t make you weak in the knees with the most simple gesture.

And finally, once you were face to face with Their Majesties, you were immediately pulled into a tight hug by Queen Jeon. Your face was starting to get hurt with how much you were smiling by then.

“Princess Y/N,” Queen Jeon said, swaying you both side to side. “It feels like the last time I saw you was when you were still in high school.”

“Mom, stop it,” Wonwoo said after giving his father a hug. “You visited Seoul a few weeks ago, remember?”

“Shush!” The Queen said, finally letting you go to greet His Majesty.

“Welcome to Changwon, Princess Y/N,” he said, giving you a brief hug.

On the side, Wonwoo slipped you a tiny smile when he thought no one was looking. The kind of smile  that sincerely said, I am happy you’re here.

—

Afterwards, Wonwoo brought you to the quiet family shrine where his grandparents used to pray. The small structure was surrounded by tall bamboo trees, the tiled roof slightly weathered, the air crisp and clean scented faintly with incense. It was silent, but not empty. It was alive with history, reverence, and unspoked words.

The silence felt grounding and it made everything official. It wasn’t only about the cameras taking photos of your every movement anymore. The flashes, staged photos, and murmurs all faded like a distant dream. Here, you were wrapped in the tradition that reminded you that this was more than a ceremony.

You realized you were standing before the Jeon Family, not simply as yourself, but as the future wife of the Crowned Prince of Changwon. The thought suddenly weighed on your chest, leaving you in both awe and fear. 

It made you wonder if everything was real and if you were truly where you were meant to be. Because at sixteen, you only ever thought of being married to him and living happily ever after. But now? Were you strong enough to carry everything that came with him? His name, his people, his crown?

But with Wonwoo present right here and right now, all your spiraling thoughts were cut through. He was gentle and patient, showing you how to bow and place the offerings. He quietly stood at your side with precise movements. He guided your elbow softly, brushing your hand as he adjusted the incense. 

“You’re doing great,” Wonwoo murmured, his voice low enough for only you to hear. He was reverent indeed, but also affectionate. It was as though he was telling you that this moment was not only tradition, but it was more than that because you were here with him.

You smiled, the tension on your shoulders slowly easing. 

From the sidelines, the King and Queen watched with proud and knowing smiles. Softened by the moment that took a while for them to witness. Their son may not notice it, but the ritual was not just being observed. 

They can see the promise being formed between you and him. 

—

The first set of press photos were released the same day and the reactions from both kingdoms and even the international scene were warm and supportive. The official social media accounts of both kingdoms were flooded with congratulations and cheers. Some nations even sent flowers as a symbol of their support with the union.

The supposed photo op in Seoul took place in Changwon instead due to Wonwoo’s abrupt departure then. But somehow, these particular photos taken in the Jeon family shrine were more symbolic and heartwarming. Some comments read:

changwonroyalfan: Our Crown Prince looks so happy!! Welcome to our family Princess Y/N!

seouliteheart: she looks so elegant! They truly look like a power couple ✨

fanofy/n: the Princess has been through so much in the public eye… seeing her smile here makes me emotional 🥹

changwon_citizen89: From a Changwon local here! Thank you Princess Y/N for honoring our traditions so gracefully. You bowed so perfectly at the shrine.

Although there were still some negative and skeptical comments, both you and Wonwoo did your best to put on a brave face and continued with your itinerary in Changwon.

Their Majesties in Seoul could not care less with the online noise. To them, seeing the official photos was enough to put their trust in the union. At first, it had always been about proving to their children that what they were doing was for the best. But, with how you looked at each other today, they did not need any of the proving after all.

The same went for Their Majesties, Wonwoo’s parents, who let the two of you handle everything outside of the Palace. They kept watching the news, of course. Keeping up with the sightings now that you were going to join the Lantern Night by the shore tonight, as part of a local tradition.

The lanterns in Changwon were shaped in the form of sweet persimmons, a local delicacy. The festival symbolizes good fortune, renewal, and hope. The shore was alive with hundreds of citizens participating in the festival. There were families, couples, and friend groups. The sweet persimmon shaped lanterns varied in different colors, added designs, and written wishes and affirmations. The street food selections with different flavors could be smelled from a mile away.

Somehow, it was timely for you to be in Changwon during this particular festival. You were already excited and you hadn't stepped out of the car yet because the security was still checking the whole perimeter.

Wonwoo was in a different car, also waiting.

When the coast was clear, the door was opened and the gasps of the crowd recognizing you both were immediate. Wonwoo immediately walked to you, offering his arm with a smile. Security was quick to surround you both with Mingyu leading the way. 

“Oh my god?” Some of the people exclaimed, completely awestruck. 

“That’s her? That’s really her?!” Another voice chimed in, also mesmerized.

The two of you kept your smiles and waved to the cheering crowd who thankfully maintained distance. There was no special program for your appearance thus after catching a glimpse of the two of you, some dispersed already to continue with the festivities. 

“Your Highnesses,” one of the local lantern makers stood straight before bowing as the two of you approached to get your lantern. 

“Good evening,” Wonwoo said, offering his hand for a handshake. 

You also extended your hand, smiling. “Hello.”

“We weren’t expecting you two. We could have prepared a special lantern,” the old woman, who appeared to be the wife, sadly said.

“It’s alright, ahjumma,” Wonwoo said, accepting the one of the few many that the old man handed over. “This is more than enough.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, still smiling. “Thank you for your hard work.”

Soon, all of the crowds gathered by the shoreline with their lanterns. The countdown was down to the last ten minutes. 

You and Wonwoo decided to not write anything on the lantern. It wasn’t because you two didn’t have any wishes of some sort. There were so many of them, it was hard to choose only one.

Yet, as the two of you smiled at each other, holding onto the lantern as the crowd shouted, “Ten, nine, eight…” Wonwoo whispered his wish to you quietly, “I hope this lantern shows all my love.”

Your heart lurches. “Three…”

But you can’t help but smile wider as his fingers brushed against yours. “Two…”

“I hope this lantern shows all my love,” you repeated, making his smile almost reach his ears.

“One!”

The lanterns floated up, engulfing the dark sky with nothing but the sea of sweet orange.

—

The morning of the engagement party was bright and warm. Changwon was a vision to admire as the morning dew covered the windows of your guest room. Your exhaustion from the past days activities was wiped away as you watched the Palace’s staff go about their days in the courtyard. 

It was still early. A little past six after waking up. Your parents and some of Seoul’s staff were coming in the late afternoon. You still had time to work your way around. Although, apparently Wonwoo had cleared any morning schedule for the two of you. Telling the staff that it was time to rest before another, albeit lovely, energy draining event.

“Your Highness?” One staff member knocked on the door, waking you up from your dazed daydreaming. 

“Yes?” You rose up from the window seat, tightening your robes.

When you opened the door a little, you were startled by also Wonwoo standing right then and there, smiling in all his glory.

You gasped, almost shutting the door in front of his face. “Why are you up so early?”

“Well, I figured we could have breakfast outside together,” he simply answered, tilting his head playfully.

“You could have said something about it yesterday?” You scowled, now showing your whole face. “So that I could have prepared at least!”

Wonwoo bit back a laugh. “Don’t worry, take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting.”

I’ll be waiting.

His words echoed inside your head and for a moment, you thought this was all a dream. Looking back from the past, all you did was wait for Wonwoo. And of course he meant something entirely different with what he just said, but your heart couldn’t fail to skip a beat. 

“You’re so annoying,” you said, pouting. “But, fine. Give me thirty minutes.”

Wonwoo raised a brow, smirking. “Go on ahead, Princess.”

---

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[wonlouvre]

HELLO!

it has been a hot minute and i sincerely apologize for the lack of updates :( a lot of things happened at work and it was... a lot.

anyway! i am currently working on the first draft of chapter seven! we are hoping to have an update before the year ends! :)

thank you for the continued support and patience!

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Jeonghan + Wonwoo accept the Presidential Commendation for SVT Korean Popular Culture and Arts Awards, 2025

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chapter six: changwon | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: none in this chapter, but pls let me know if i missed anything! word count: 3.6k author’s note: chapter six has finally arrived everyone and this time, we are in changwon 🤭 as promised, there is fluff in this chapter! see you guys on the next one!~

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You stared at the television like you could melt it. It flashed the announcement for a good few minutes as the news anchors cheered and shared their comments live. The public received the announcement with overwhelming praise that they cheered whenever they were interviewed on the streets. Flowers and messages lined outside the Palace in an instant.

“Just in, the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon have formally announced the engagement of Princess Y/N and Prince Wonwoo…”

“I think it’s lovely, you know? The unification of two well-advanced and developing kingdoms?”

“To be honest, they’re the perfect match. I mean, come on? A doctor and a lawyer? That speaks volumes.”

But, everything that surrounded you was nothing but a fade. Your ears were ringing and your mind whirling with thoughts. Lots and lots of thoughts you can’t seem to pinpoint one by one anymore.

There was no information or notice handed to you regarding an engagement party. Not even from your parents. 

Was this some kind of damage control?

Just to bury the fact that this royal union was threatened by the tabloid press? 

Or was this just one final attempt to keep the pieces that were barely holding on together?

“The wedding is happening, no matter what,” the Queen’s voice pierced through the silence of the room. “A photo op is scheduled. You and Wonwoo have to pose together.”

“I don’t even have a ring,” you blurted out, unfiltered. “What engagement?”

The Queen sighed, walking to where you were standing. “My love, I understand you’re upset.”

“You could’ve told me,” you said, exhaling sharply.

The Queen held your hand. “We were going to. Eventually. Now, it’s just going to happen earlier than expected,” she said, carefully smiling.

You weren’t sure if that was supposed to comfort you.

Because it didn’t.

You nodded once, just to end the conversation. You let go of her hand and started walking to the doors. You needed to get out. Away. To breathe.

“I’ll prepare for the photo op,” you said, voice barely there.

—

“We need to stop catching Y/N off-guard,” Wonwoo said, barging inside his parents' private office. “What the hell was that announcement?”

Upon hearing of the announcement, he immediately ordered Mingyu to book the earliest flight to Changwon. He wanted this circus to end. He wanted to own up to his shortcomings without unexpected announcements that will only leave you torn and swallow your feelings all over again.

“Jeon Wonwoo,” The King said, voice thick with warning. “Keep your voice down.”

“No!” Wonwoo shouted, hands running through his hair exasperated.

“Wonwoo,” The Queen said, standing up from her chair and mediating between Wonwoo and his father. “You already knew this was going to happen.”

“No, I knew there would be plans. I didn’t know she’d find out with the rest of the world like she’s nothing,” Wonwoo snapped, breathing deep and fast. “She didn’t even have a ring. One moment, she was cleaning up the mess that I made and then this?”

The King stood, slowly. “This is bigger than your feelings Wonwoo. The people needed assurance. We had to show them our Kingdoms’ unity.”

Wonwoo’s eyebrow twitched. “At her expense?”

“Princess Y/N is strong. She was made for this,” the King replied, cold yet honest.

“But she’s also a person,” Wonwoo insisted, bitterness crawling up his throat.

The Queen gently placed a hand on his arm, but he pulled away, pacing the marble floors restlessly.

“Have you harbored feelings for the Princess?” She asked quietly.

Wonwoo froze, inhaling shakily.

Yes, he wanted to say. I have.

Maybe he didn’t want to realize and accept it. He feared that if he did, he would come face to face with the fact that he has hurt you over and over again. You have been strong for the longest time. All the time. But, he sees through your pain. Every heartbroken smile while pretending you were fine. The hidden and silent tears. He saw it. He sees it.

He looked back on his conversation with Soonyoung.

Do you like the Princess?

Do you like Y/N?Stop liking her in private.

In the midst of figuring himself out, he knew that in this moment and at this point, he didn’t want to lose you. He didn’t have to correct his mistakes from the past.

He just needed to prove that you didn’t have to fall alone anymore.

The King already knew the answer in his silence.

“You need to start acting like it,” the King said, tone final. “Protect her. Not from us, but from you.”

Wonwoo wished he could protest, but nothing came out. 

Because deep down, he already knew that his father was right.

—

Jeongyeon helped you with the packing even though the Palace staff already prepared everything on your behalf. Still, you can tell she wanted to be supportive. To be someone you could lean on through this… whole marriage thing.

“You know, you didn’t have to be here,” you said, giving her a small smile.

She shrugged, folding another piece of clothing inside your luggage. “Eh, I have nothing to do now that you’re on official travel.”

You chuckled, clicking the luggage shut once she was done packing.

“I’m rooting for you two,” Jeongyeon suddenly said, making your ears perk up. “Not in the toxic sense of it, but you know. I trust you and I trust Prince Wonwoo.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, failing to understand what she could mean.

Although deep down, you’re hoping it was what you thought.

“I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t ask for too much,” you said, sitting on the ottoman at the end of your bed. “Wonwoo should be enough, right?”

Jeongyeon sighed and leaned on her arms beside you. “He should be. But, this time, he needs to work for it.”

You smiled, shaking your head at the whimsy yet thoughtful expressions of your assistant.

“I guess I’m going to Changwon alone,” you said, a little bit sad since Wonwoo’s sudden absence.

You haven’t spoken to him about everything that went down with the tabloids and now the sudden engagement party. You can’t say you didn’t miss him. Because somehow, despite being upset, you longed for his presence after spending some time together over the outreach. Even though it was a bit bittersweet. It was heart warming to witness him in his element, had it not been for the drama the tabloids brought.

“Your Highness, Prince Wonwoo has arrived,” Saera’s voice suddenly echoed from outside, startling you and Jeongyeon. 

You immediately scramble to hide away all unnecessary clothing and other packing stuff. Jeongyeon made a move to gather them all in one big tote bag before disappearing to the walk-in closet.

It was a relief you looked presentable.

“Uh, come in!” You said, trying to sound elegant despite catching your breath.

Saera smiled as she opened the door for Wonwoo and when he entered, he never failed to look dashing as ever. You’ll never get used to this. His glasses. His sharp features. Him. Just him.

“Hey,” he greeted, a small smile on his lips. “How are you?”

How can your anger not melt?

You pursed your lips, fiddling with your fingers. “I’ve been good… I thought you ran away.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened, quickly stepping closer as he shook his head. “No, of course not.”

You tilted your head in confusion and kept your feet planted on the floor despite your shaking legs at his proximity.

“I… I had to sort some things out back home before I brought you there.”

You sighed, looking at the floor. You feel like you’re sixteen years old all over again. Having a silly little crush on the Prince of Changwon. 

“I’m really sorry, Princess,” Wonwoo apologized, the tone of his voice making your heart skip a beat. Suddenly, the title Princess sounded like an endearment that could make your knees weak. 

“I wish I could turn back time and do everything that I could to avoid what could have been avoided, but that wouldn’t sound right either,” he continued, scrunching his nose. 

You tried your best to not smile too widely.

“But I am owning up to my mistakes and I am making an effort to do things right from this day forward.”

Your heart clenched at his words, lips trembling a little bit.

Wonwoo took a deep breath before continuing, his voice now steadier.

“I want you to know where I stand with us,” he said, gazing into your eyes as if he was pleading with you to trust his honesty.  “Eunwon… She was my past. And that’s all she will ever be.”

He swallowed the lump at the back of his throat, standing a little bit closer to you now. “But right now,” he paused, breathing once again. “Right now, I’m here. I’m with you. And more than that, I want to be here. With you.”

In all of this, you remained silent. Although your eyes were definitely conveying what you wished to say and let him continue.

“I know I’ve hurt you. From the past and even now. I left you hanging and feeling left behind,” he said, voice laced with nothing but remorse. “But, I don’t want to be that man anymore. I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re always in a battle with me or yourself.”

“Princess Y/N, would you please come to Changwon with me?” Wonwoo finally asked, offering his hand for you to hold.

You stared at his outstretched hand, the weight of his words giving butterflies in your stomach. His fingers twitched, as though he was afraid you’d refuse.

For a long moment, you let the silence settle. Then with a deep exhale, you slid your hand into his. Warm. Solid. Honest.

Wonwoo’s shoulders dropped in relief. 

Finally, for the first time in days, the two of you were smiling again. And this time around, at each other.

—

The Kingdom of Changwon prepared a chartered jet for your trip. The airport was cleared discreetly with trusted security and staff moving around until the two of you were finally settled into your seats.

It was a bit awkward. After all, this was your first time flying together. To his hometown even.

“I guess we don’t have to fight over the window seat?” Wonwoo asked, clearing his throat to dissipate the stubborn tension and awkwardness.

Of course the plane was spacious enough to accommodate the two of you. The interior was made for comfort and ease of travel. Private and just right for the short flight.

You shook your head with a smile. “You’re right.”

Just then, the captain of the aircraft stepped out from the cockpit to formally introduce himself. Adorned with a crisp and clean uniform with the emblem of Changwon pinned on his collar, he took off his hat and bowed in reverence.

“Your Highnesses, it is with great honor that I am flying with you today,” he said before standing tall once again. “I’m Captain Lee and I hope to be of great service to you today.”

Wonwoo smiled, extending his hand for a handshake. You followed suit, also smiling before expressing a genuine, “Thank you so much, Captain Lee.”

—

The Kingdom of Changwon’s Palace was magnificent in its own nature. When you and Wonwoo arrived, you were greeted politely by the staff, all guiding you to the spacious hanok courtyard. Adorned with beautiful flowers and paper lanterns, it was a peaceful sight to behold.

And right at the top of the footsteps, Their Majesties stand tall with warm smiles on their faces.

You and Wonwoo bowed, but Queen Jeon could not contain her excitement anymore.

“Come, come,” she said, ushering you both up with her hands. “I have waited for this moment my whole life.”

You smiled, all ready to take the steps when Wonwoo gently held your wrist to guide you.

“Careful, the steps are a little uneven,” he whispered, as if it was the most natural thing to say.

As if he just didn’t make you weak in the knees with the most simple gesture.

And finally, once you were face to face with Their Majesties, you were immediately pulled into a tight hug by Queen Jeon. Your face was starting to get hurt with how much you were smiling by then.

“Princess Y/N,” Queen Jeon said, swaying you both side to side. “It feels like the last time I saw you was when you were still in high school.”

“Mom, stop it,” Wonwoo said after giving his father a hug. “You visited Seoul a few weeks ago, remember?”

“Shush!” The Queen said, finally letting you go to greet His Majesty.

“Welcome to Changwon, Princess Y/N,” he said, giving you a brief hug.

On the side, Wonwoo slipped you a tiny smile when he thought no one was looking. The kind of smile  that sincerely said, I am happy you’re here.

—

Afterwards, Wonwoo brought you to the quiet family shrine where his grandparents used to pray. The small structure was surrounded by tall bamboo trees, the tiled roof slightly weathered, the air crisp and clean scented faintly with incense. It was silent, but not empty. It was alive with history, reverence, and unspoked words.

The silence felt grounding and it made everything official. It wasn’t only about the cameras taking photos of your every movement anymore. The flashes, staged photos, and murmurs all faded like a distant dream. Here, you were wrapped in the tradition that reminded you that this was more than a ceremony.

You realized you were standing before the Jeon Family, not simply as yourself, but as the future wife of the Crowned Prince of Changwon. The thought suddenly weighed on your chest, leaving you in both awe and fear. 

It made you wonder if everything was real and if you were truly where you were meant to be. Because at sixteen, you only ever thought of being married to him and living happily ever after. But now? Were you strong enough to carry everything that came with him? His name, his people, his crown?

But with Wonwoo present right here and right now, all your spiraling thoughts were cut through. He was gentle and patient, showing you how to bow and place the offerings. He quietly stood at your side with precise movements. He guided your elbow softly, brushing your hand as he adjusted the incense. 

“You’re doing great,” Wonwoo murmured, his voice low enough for only you to hear. He was reverent indeed, but also affectionate. It was as though he was telling you that this moment was not only tradition, but it was more than that because you were here with him.

You smiled, the tension on your shoulders slowly easing. 

From the sidelines, the King and Queen watched with proud and knowing smiles. Softened by the moment that took a while for them to witness. Their son may not notice it, but the ritual was not just being observed. 

They can see the promise being formed between you and him. 

—

The first set of press photos were released the same day and the reactions from both kingdoms and even the international scene were warm and supportive. The official social media accounts of both kingdoms were flooded with congratulations and cheers. Some nations even sent flowers as a symbol of their support with the union.

The supposed photo op in Seoul took place in Changwon instead due to Wonwoo’s abrupt departure then. But somehow, these particular photos taken in the Jeon family shrine were more symbolic and heartwarming. Some comments read:

changwonroyalfan: Our Crown Prince looks so happy!! Welcome to our family Princess Y/N!

seouliteheart: she looks so elegant! They truly look like a power couple ✨

fanofy/n: the Princess has been through so much in the public eye… seeing her smile here makes me emotional 🥹

changwon_citizen89: From a Changwon local here! Thank you Princess Y/N for honoring our traditions so gracefully. You bowed so perfectly at the shrine.

Although there were still some negative and skeptical comments, both you and Wonwoo did your best to put on a brave face and continued with your itinerary in Changwon.

Their Majesties in Seoul could not care less with the online noise. To them, seeing the official photos was enough to put their trust in the union. At first, it had always been about proving to their children that what they were doing was for the best. But, with how you looked at each other today, they did not need any of the proving after all.

The same went for Their Majesties, Wonwoo’s parents, who let the two of you handle everything outside of the Palace. They kept watching the news, of course. Keeping up with the sightings now that you were going to join the Lantern Night by the shore tonight, as part of a local tradition.

The lanterns in Changwon were shaped in the form of sweet persimmons, a local delicacy. The festival symbolizes good fortune, renewal, and hope. The shore was alive with hundreds of citizens participating in the festival. There were families, couples, and friend groups. The sweet persimmon shaped lanterns varied in different colors, added designs, and written wishes and affirmations. The street food selections with different flavors could be smelled from a mile away.

Somehow, it was timely for you to be in Changwon during this particular festival. You were already excited and you hadn't stepped out of the car yet because the security was still checking the whole perimeter.

Wonwoo was in a different car, also waiting.

When the coast was clear, the door was opened and the gasps of the crowd recognizing you both were immediate. Wonwoo immediately walked to you, offering his arm with a smile. Security was quick to surround you both with Mingyu leading the way. 

“Oh my god?” Some of the people exclaimed, completely awestruck. 

“That’s her? That’s really her?!” Another voice chimed in, also mesmerized.

The two of you kept your smiles and waved to the cheering crowd who thankfully maintained distance. There was no special program for your appearance thus after catching a glimpse of the two of you, some dispersed already to continue with the festivities. 

“Your Highnesses,” one of the local lantern makers stood straight before bowing as the two of you approached to get your lantern. 

“Good evening,” Wonwoo said, offering his hand for a handshake. 

You also extended your hand, smiling. “Hello.”

“We weren’t expecting you two. We could have prepared a special lantern,” the old woman, who appeared to be the wife, sadly said.

“It’s alright, ahjumma,” Wonwoo said, accepting the one of the few many that the old man handed over. “This is more than enough.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, still smiling. “Thank you for your hard work.”

Soon, all of the crowds gathered by the shoreline with their lanterns. The countdown was down to the last ten minutes. 

You and Wonwoo decided to not write anything on the lantern. It wasn’t because you two didn’t have any wishes of some sort. There were so many of them, it was hard to choose only one.

Yet, as the two of you smiled at each other, holding onto the lantern as the crowd shouted, “Ten, nine, eight…” Wonwoo whispered his wish to you quietly, “I hope this lantern shows all my love.”

Your heart lurches. “Three…”

But you can’t help but smile wider as his fingers brushed against yours. “Two…”

“I hope this lantern shows all my love,” you repeated, making his smile almost reach his ears.

“One!”

The lanterns floated up, engulfing the dark sky with nothing but the sea of sweet orange.

—

The morning of the engagement party was bright and warm. Changwon was a vision to admire as the morning dew covered the windows of your guest room. Your exhaustion from the past days activities was wiped away as you watched the Palace’s staff go about their days in the courtyard. 

It was still early. A little past six after waking up. Your parents and some of Seoul’s staff were coming in the late afternoon. You still had time to work your way around. Although, apparently Wonwoo had cleared any morning schedule for the two of you. Telling the staff that it was time to rest before another, albeit lovely, energy draining event.

“Your Highness?” One staff member knocked on the door, waking you up from your dazed daydreaming. 

“Yes?” You rose up from the window seat, tightening your robes.

When you opened the door a little, you were startled by also Wonwoo standing right then and there, smiling in all his glory.

You gasped, almost shutting the door in front of his face. “Why are you up so early?”

“Well, I figured we could have breakfast outside together,” he simply answered, tilting his head playfully.

“You could have said something about it yesterday?” You scowled, now showing your whole face. “So that I could have prepared at least!”

Wonwoo bit back a laugh. “Don’t worry, take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting.”

I’ll be waiting.

His words echoed inside your head and for a moment, you thought this was all a dream. Looking back from the past, all you did was wait for Wonwoo. And of course he meant something entirely different with what he just said, but your heart couldn’t fail to skip a beat. 

“You’re so annoying,” you said, pouting. “But, fine. Give me thirty minutes.”

Wonwoo raised a brow, smirking. “Go on ahead, Princess.”

---

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—

Did Wonwoo know? 

Was this some kind of joke?

Your thoughts spiraled. Your silence was so loud, it beat the hum of the air conditioner in the office, the chatter echoing in the background of the hallways. You could hear the sound of your heartbeat thudding in your ears and feel the huge lump forming in your throat. Your grip on your pen tightened until your knuckles turned white. Eyes blinking way too fast, frustrated. Frustratedly trying to think. 

Just think, you told yourself. What should you do? What could you do?

You could flag this application now. Highlight in red, stamp it with a rejection. Stick a red post-it. You could burn it. You could do that. You had the power to. “Do it, Y/N,” your brain screamed. “Do it!”

But you couldn’t. 

How could you?

You stared at the name and attached ID photo. Myung Eunwon. She still looked the same. Her hair now brushed just below her shoulders, effortlessly pretty. Her smile? Angelic. Those eyes? The softest.

Your chest tightened. She looked like someone who still owned Wonwoo. 

You have never hated yourself so much for thinking that.

You felt so insulted and in disbelief. Not because of what Eunwon did. But because of how the world kept testing you. You felt so wronged. You had to be mature again and swallow everything hurting you just to rise above.

Why was this happening to you? 

Why must you make the hard decisions? Why must you restrain yourself from your anger and hurt?

Why does it always feel like you’re  the villain in someone else’s love story?

“Excuse me,” you muttered, pushing your chair back. You stood, holding onto the application tightly in your hand. You walked to where the Medical Team gathered, your heels clicking against the floor with every step.

“Mingyu,” you called quietly. “Can I talk to Wonwoo for a second?”

Mingyu was surprised, but nodded quickly. “Of course, Your Highness.”

You didn’t wait for Wonwoo to say anything. 

“Did you know?” You immediately asked, shoving the application at Wonwoo’s chest. No hesitations. No stuttering. From the moment you two stood face to face, you didn’t waste a second.

Wonwoo stumbled a little as confusion etched on his face, brows furrowing. “What–” 

“I’m assuming everyone, including you, from your team screened these applications before forwarding them to us,” you continued, your voice calm and controlled. The hurt you were hiding was betrayed by the shake of your hands.

Wonwoo finally looked at the application. 

He froze. 

“Y/N I–”

His eyes returned to your face instantly, needing to see your reaction. But, you didn’t meet his gaze. Your eyes remained on the ground, chest rising and falling with how erratic your breathing was.

“I swear Y/N,” he said quietly. “I didn’t see her application. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let it pass–”

“But that doesn’t mean I—the Foundation—rejects her,” you cut him off, your calm now rendered useless. “I’m just…”

You paused. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. 

You wanted to ask him, Wonwoo, why? Just why?!

But, you didn’t. Again.

“I’ll handle it,” you said, taking the papers back. Your clammy hands brushed against his and Wonwoo felt cold. He could hear the tiredness from your tone and he knew it was all because of him.

You stepped back and before he could reach for you, your heels turned away from him and you didn’t look back. Didn’t give him the chance to explain. Just left him standing there.

Alone.

—

You felt foolish, like a child about to cry about their candy getting stolen from them. Only this wasn’t about candy. This was more than that. This was something that always sat heavy on your chest like a stone all your life. 

The walk to Jeonghan’s office felt longer than usual. Each step you took was dragged by all of the things you couldn’t undo or unfeel. Your fists tightly clenched at your sides. You took a breath that your fast beating heart beat the air from reaching your lungs. 

Finally, you knocked on the door and stepped in.

Jeonghan looked up, his smile vanishing in an instant at the torn expression of your face.

“Myung Eunwon was shortlisted by the Medical Team,” you said immediately with no pause and no hesitation. But, anyone that knew you could tell how shaken your voice sounded. Even though you didn’t stutter or stumble. It cracked. It trembled. 

Jeonghan took a deep breath and leaned forward, his arms folding on the desk. He maintained eye contact, waiting on your next words and actions.  

You swallowed the lump on your throat and placed the papers on his table. Your fingers didn’t let go at first. You just stared at it like you just wanted to burn it. 

You wished you did.

“I understand it’s in my best interest to not meddle about this,” you exhaled, before continuing, “I won’t use force, and I most certainly will not use my influence.”

Silence.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan whispered, voice warm. 

You hated how sad he sounded. Because here it goes again. The pity you had come to dread, creeping back. 

You shook your head and raised a hand. You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to break. 

You understood that power without integrity is just control. Despite the pain, the jealousy, and the quiet collapse of everything you and Wonwoo were building, the values of the Foundation must remain intact. 

Your values and your integrity. They all had to remain.

Your heart was breaking. But, you were not.

You turned to leave because there is nothing more to say, nothing more to hear. 

“I just needed you to know,” you barely said under your breath.  

Then, you walked out. You straightened your spine and just let everything go. 

—

In Wonwoo’s mind, he didn’t owe you an explanation. He was not at fault for this slip up. 

But in his heart, he was guilty of hurting you once again. You didn’t have to say it out loud. He could already tell how your voice fell and how your eyes went cold. Seemingly dead. 

“Myung Eunwon’s application was accepted, Sir,” Mingyu informed him.

Wonwoo solemnly nodded. “Thank you, Mingyu.”

There was nothing left to be said. You made a decision and he understood what it meant for the Foundation. What it meant for you. 

It was already after hours and the light inside your office illuminated outside the hallway. You must be alone since he saw Jeongyeon leave at six. He sighed, mustering the courage to walk and knock on your door. It had been a tough day. The anticipation of the medical outreach was suddenly cracked and broken.

He knocked. Three times, before twisting the doorknob open. 

You looked up, fingers pausing from typing. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry this happened,” Wonwoo said, standing straight. If he was being honest, he really didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that you’re hurting again. He knew you weren’t one to blame other people. Even him. But, this time, he wanted to let you know that you could lean on him. You could let it all out and never hold back ever again.

You could feel the sharp pang inside your chest. You sighed, leaning back to your chair. “I don’t want to be in your shadow Wonwoo.” 

Or hers.

“You’re not,” Wonwoo insisted, taking a step closer to your table. But, he was careful.

“But, why does it feel like it?” Your voice cracked. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to scream. But, all you could muster out was your small voice and teary eyes. 

“I didn’t ask to be chosen. I was already here,” you continued, then wiped away a tear that dropped.

—

The medical outreach was in full swing after weeks of devotion and preparation. Every volunteer was in position, equipped and ready to serve those in need. Even though it was just a one-day event, the Foundation was committed to providing the best service that it could offer powered by its enthusiastic and brilliant volunteers.

A short opening program marked the official start of the outreach. A brief introduction on what was the purpose and what will happen was explained. You and Wonwoo were all smiling and waving, standing side by side, when you were both introduced. Neither of you held a microphone since there was nothing that needed to be said.

You know how Wonwoo wanted to take this opportunity to not have the focus on him. But instead on the purpose and heart of this event.

Afterwards, you and Wonwoo parted ways with a subtle nod at each other. You headed toward one tent while he proceeded to perform his own duties. You had no intention of staying long, anyway. Wishing to go back to the office as soon as possible.

Especially now that you have seen Eunwon.

This is your first time seeing her in a long while. University was a long time ago and yet, the sight of her still stirred the quiet jealousy and resentment buried deep in your heart.

Had I been a doctor, would Wonwoo have looked at me? You wondered to yourself, before forcing your gaze away.

The volunteers were under the Medical Team’s supervision, which spared you from meeting Eunwon’s eyes. There was no need, if you’re being honest. But knowing she was here, a volunteer of an outreach led by Wonwoo, left nothing but a bitter taste you couldn’t ignore. 

Still, this day was not, and would never be, about you.

—

The following morning, chaos greeted you. 

News about the medical outreach was everywhere. Headlines splashed across screens, posts flooding every feed. It was received warmly, praised even. Wonwoo’s reputation shone brighter than ever and his standing in the eyes of both the Kingdoms of Seoul and Changwon practically untouchable.

It was a success.

Except for one tabloid post. 

The article was harmless at first glance. It was photos of Eunwon, all smiles as she helped around with the children and the elderly. There were many shots of her that day. But it seemed like the world’s attention was fixated on only one.

Eunwon… with Wonwoo.

To most, it was nothing. A pair of doctors doing their jobs, just standing together as they helped an elderly patient sit onto the examination table. That’s how it should have been perceived. Nothing more, nothing less.

But the headline felt like a slap to your face: “Myung Eunwon, a Queen in the Making?”

Your grip on the tablet tightened, rage flashing in your mind and heart. They’re eating this up, you thought. Your eyes slid shut for just a moment as you tried to catch your breath. 

By the time you exhaled, PR was already handling it. One message after another blinked on your screen, urging you to not engage.

Just ignore.

But, how?

—

“Will anyone explain to me as to why Ms. Myung was at the outreach yesterday?” 

The King, your father, spoke with a calmness that carried a razor’s edge. He had summoned you, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan the moment the morning reports reached him.

Jeonghan stood up straighter, opening his mouth to speak, “Your Maj—”

“She volunteered,” you cut in, keeping your expression carefully neutral. “I approved of it.”

It was the truth anyway. Why lie?

“My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty. It was an oversight on my part,” Wonwoo added. He knew all too well that his history with her was at the heart of the tension.

The King raised his hand, silencing the three of you. “I’d like to speak to the Princess alone.”

Both men standing beside you, Jeonghan on your left and Wonwoo on your right, glanced at you. You just exhaled and didn’t meet either of their eyes.

“Leave, gentlemen.”

Reluctantly, they bowed and walked to the opened doors. Wonwoo tried to catch your gaze, but you kept your focus on the King. 

When the doors closed with a heavy click, your father rose from his seat.

“Why did it not occur to you to consult anyone on this matter? With me?” He asked, walking to the window that overlooked the city.

“It did occur to me,” you defended, maintaining your stance. “I just didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Your mother is furious,” he replied.

“I figured,” you muttered. “I was just protecting the Foundation. I can’t have it look like I rejected a volunteer simply because they were an ex-girlfriend or something.”

“Y/N,” The King said, exasperated now, turning to face you fully. “You should have let the Palace handle it.”

“That’s not the point!” You screamed, the words ripping from you. Raw and loud, your voice cracking. Tears pricked at your eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.

The King was surprised, but softened at the break in your voice.

“I… I did think about it,” you said, swallowing hard. “Everything. My pride, my well-being, and my power. But in that moment, none of it mattered. It meant nothing.”

The silence that fell between you was thick and suffocating.

You drew in a steadying breath. “I stand by my decision. I don’t care what the tabloid says. It’s done.”

—

“You look like shit,” Kwon Soonyoung, one of the volunteers and closest friend of Wonwoo, said without needing to look at him.

Wonwoo sighed, dropping down beside him. “Thanks.”

Soonyoung nodded, organizing the documents he’s in charge of one by one regarding the Medical Outreach. He came all the way from Changwon to support Wonwoo and he knew it was going to be eventful, with the imminent engagement and all. He just didn’t expect it to be that eventful.

“She saw the photos?” Soonyoung asked, glancing at Wonwoo then back to the binders.

Wonwoo nods.

“And?”

“She didn’t speak about it,” Wonwoo answered, rubbing the back of his head. “But, I already knew she was upset when Eunwon’s application slipped through my fingers.”

Soonyoung sighed. “She’s pulling away and that’s the worst, huh?”

Wonwoo didn’t answer. He couldn’t because that meant Soonyoung was right.

He’s not ready to accept that truth.

Another closed binder, another one opened. Soonyoung continued to work. 

“You know what I noticed at the event?” He then asked casually. “Every time Eunwon walked near, you didn’t move.”

Wonwoo frowned. “I wasn’t even paying any attention to her.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Soonyoung said, shaking his head. “She made sure the cameras caught her smiling and all you had to do was allow it to happen.”

Wonwoo ran his hand down to his face. “It’s not like that. I didn’t mea—.”

“I’m sorry man, but that doesn’t matter anymore,” Soonyoung cut in, then calmly continued, “Y/N’s not mad at you. But, she’s fighting a battle with herself. Wondering about whether she’s a footnote or a future in your life.”

That landed hard, like a punch in Wonwoo’s stomach.

“Do you, at least, like Princess Y/N?” Soonyoung asked after a beat, expecting a vague answer from Wonwoo. But what he answered surprised him.

“Yes.”

Soonyoung slowly nodded, impressed. Then, he closed the last folder and stood up. 

“I think you should stop liking her in private.”

Wonwoo stayed seated, the words echoing inside his head.

Stop liking her in private.

—

Joint Announcement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

The Royal Households of Changwon and Seoul are pleased to announce the engagement of His Royal Highness Crown Prince Wonwoo of Changwon and Her Royal Highness Crown Princess Y/N of Seoul.

In recognition of Her Royal Highness’s heritage, her humanitarian service, and the enduring friendship between our nations, the engagement ceremony will be held in Changwon.

Further details regarding the date and arrangements will be shared in due course. Both families extend their gratitude for the warm congratulations and kind wishes received from near and far.

---

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chapter five: private | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: a tinsy little bit of angst word count: 2.6k author’s note: after so much waiting, chapter five is finally here! thank you all so much for waiting ❤️ my sincerest apologies in advance for this is only a filler chapter :( but there is more to come!

—

Did Wonwoo know? 

Was this some kind of joke?

Your thoughts spiraled. Your silence was so loud, it beat the hum of the air conditioner in the office, the chatter echoing in the background of the hallways. You could hear the sound of your heartbeat thudding in your ears and feel the huge lump forming in your throat. Your grip on your pen tightened until your knuckles turned white. Eyes blinking way too fast, frustrated. Frustratedly trying to think. 

Just think, you told yourself. What should you do? What could you do?

You could flag this application now. Highlight in red, stamp it with a rejection. Stick a red post-it. You could burn it. You could do that. You had the power to. “Do it, Y/N,” your brain screamed. “Do it!”

But you couldn’t. 

How could you?

You stared at the name and attached ID photo. Myung Eunwon. She still looked the same. Her hair now brushed just below her shoulders, effortlessly pretty. Her smile? Angelic. Those eyes? The softest.

Your chest tightened. She looked like someone who still owned Wonwoo. 

You have never hated yourself so much for thinking that.

You felt so insulted and in disbelief. Not because of what Eunwon did. But because of how the world kept testing you. You felt so wronged. You had to be mature again and swallow everything hurting you just to rise above.

Why was this happening to you? 

Why must you make the hard decisions? Why must you restrain yourself from your anger and hurt?

Why does it always feel like you’re  the villain in someone else’s love story?

“Excuse me,” you muttered, pushing your chair back. You stood, holding onto the application tightly in your hand. You walked to where the Medical Team gathered, your heels clicking against the floor with every step.

“Mingyu,” you called quietly. “Can I talk to Wonwoo for a second?”

Mingyu was surprised, but nodded quickly. “Of course, Your Highness.”

You didn’t wait for Wonwoo to say anything. 

“Did you know?” You immediately asked, shoving the application at Wonwoo’s chest. No hesitations. No stuttering. From the moment you two stood face to face, you didn’t waste a second.

Wonwoo stumbled a little as confusion etched on his face, brows furrowing. “What–” 

“I’m assuming everyone, including you, from your team screened these applications before forwarding them to us,” you continued, your voice calm and controlled. The hurt you were hiding was betrayed by the shake of your hands.

Wonwoo finally looked at the application. 

He froze. 

“Y/N I–”

His eyes returned to your face instantly, needing to see your reaction. But, you didn’t meet his gaze. Your eyes remained on the ground, chest rising and falling with how erratic your breathing was.

“I swear Y/N,” he said quietly. “I didn’t see her application. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let it pass–”

“But that doesn’t mean I—the Foundation—rejects her,” you cut him off, your calm now rendered useless. “I’m just…”

You paused. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. 

You wanted to ask him, Wonwoo, why? Just why?!

But, you didn’t. Again.

“I’ll handle it,” you said, taking the papers back. Your clammy hands brushed against his and Wonwoo felt cold. He could hear the tiredness from your tone and he knew it was all because of him.

You stepped back and before he could reach for you, your heels turned away from him and you didn’t look back. Didn’t give him the chance to explain. Just left him standing there.

Alone.

—

You felt foolish, like a child about to cry about their candy getting stolen from them. Only this wasn’t about candy. This was more than that. This was something that always sat heavy on your chest like a stone all your life. 

The walk to Jeonghan’s office felt longer than usual. Each step you took was dragged by all of the things you couldn’t undo or unfeel. Your fists tightly clenched at your sides. You took a breath that your fast beating heart beat the air from reaching your lungs. 

Finally, you knocked on the door and stepped in.

Jeonghan looked up, his smile vanishing in an instant at the torn expression of your face.

“Myung Eunwon was shortlisted by the Medical Team,” you said immediately with no pause and no hesitation. But, anyone that knew you could tell how shaken your voice sounded. Even though you didn’t stutter or stumble. It cracked. It trembled. 

Jeonghan took a deep breath and leaned forward, his arms folding on the desk. He maintained eye contact, waiting on your next words and actions.  

You swallowed the lump on your throat and placed the papers on his table. Your fingers didn’t let go at first. You just stared at it like you just wanted to burn it. 

You wished you did.

“I understand it’s in my best interest to not meddle about this,” you exhaled, before continuing, “I won’t use force, and I most certainly will not use my influence.”

Silence.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan whispered, voice warm. 

You hated how sad he sounded. Because here it goes again. The pity you had come to dread, creeping back. 

You shook your head and raised a hand. You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to break. 

You understood that power without integrity is just control. Despite the pain, the jealousy, and the quiet collapse of everything you and Wonwoo were building, the values of the Foundation must remain intact. 

Your values and your integrity. They all had to remain.

Your heart was breaking. But, you were not.

You turned to leave because there is nothing more to say, nothing more to hear. 

“I just needed you to know,” you barely said under your breath.  

Then, you walked out. You straightened your spine and just let everything go. 

—

In Wonwoo’s mind, he didn’t owe you an explanation. He was not at fault for this slip up. 

But in his heart, he was guilty of hurting you once again. You didn’t have to say it out loud. He could already tell how your voice fell and how your eyes went cold. Seemingly dead. 

“Myung Eunwon’s application was accepted, Sir,” Mingyu informed him.

Wonwoo solemnly nodded. “Thank you, Mingyu.”

There was nothing left to be said. You made a decision and he understood what it meant for the Foundation. What it meant for you. 

It was already after hours and the light inside your office illuminated outside the hallway. You must be alone since he saw Jeongyeon leave at six. He sighed, mustering the courage to walk and knock on your door. It had been a tough day. The anticipation of the medical outreach was suddenly cracked and broken.

He knocked. Three times, before twisting the doorknob open. 

You looked up, fingers pausing from typing. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry this happened,” Wonwoo said, standing straight. If he was being honest, he really didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that you’re hurting again. He knew you weren’t one to blame other people. Even him. But, this time, he wanted to let you know that you could lean on him. You could let it all out and never hold back ever again.

You could feel the sharp pang inside your chest. You sighed, leaning back to your chair. “I don’t want to be in your shadow Wonwoo.” 

Or hers.

“You’re not,” Wonwoo insisted, taking a step closer to your table. But, he was careful.

“But, why does it feel like it?” Your voice cracked. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to scream. But, all you could muster out was your small voice and teary eyes. 

“I didn’t ask to be chosen. I was already here,” you continued, then wiped away a tear that dropped.

—

The medical outreach was in full swing after weeks of devotion and preparation. Every volunteer was in position, equipped and ready to serve those in need. Even though it was just a one-day event, the Foundation was committed to providing the best service that it could offer powered by its enthusiastic and brilliant volunteers.

A short opening program marked the official start of the outreach. A brief introduction on what was the purpose and what will happen was explained. You and Wonwoo were all smiling and waving, standing side by side, when you were both introduced. Neither of you held a microphone since there was nothing that needed to be said.

You know how Wonwoo wanted to take this opportunity to not have the focus on him. But instead on the purpose and heart of this event.

Afterwards, you and Wonwoo parted ways with a subtle nod at each other. You headed toward one tent while he proceeded to perform his own duties. You had no intention of staying long, anyway. Wishing to go back to the office as soon as possible.

Especially now that you have seen Eunwon.

This is your first time seeing her in a long while. University was a long time ago and yet, the sight of her still stirred the quiet jealousy and resentment buried deep in your heart.

Had I been a doctor, would Wonwoo have looked at me? You wondered to yourself, before forcing your gaze away.

The volunteers were under the Medical Team’s supervision, which spared you from meeting Eunwon’s eyes. There was no need, if you’re being honest. But knowing she was here, a volunteer of an outreach led by Wonwoo, left nothing but a bitter taste you couldn’t ignore. 

Still, this day was not, and would never be, about you.

—

The following morning, chaos greeted you. 

News about the medical outreach was everywhere. Headlines splashed across screens, posts flooding every feed. It was received warmly, praised even. Wonwoo’s reputation shone brighter than ever and his standing in the eyes of both the Kingdoms of Seoul and Changwon practically untouchable.

It was a success.

Except for one tabloid post. 

The article was harmless at first glance. It was photos of Eunwon, all smiles as she helped around with the children and the elderly. There were many shots of her that day. But it seemed like the world’s attention was fixated on only one.

Eunwon… with Wonwoo.

To most, it was nothing. A pair of doctors doing their jobs, just standing together as they helped an elderly patient sit onto the examination table. That’s how it should have been perceived. Nothing more, nothing less.

But the headline felt like a slap to your face: “Myung Eunwon, a Queen in the Making?”

Your grip on the tablet tightened, rage flashing in your mind and heart. They’re eating this up, you thought. Your eyes slid shut for just a moment as you tried to catch your breath. 

By the time you exhaled, PR was already handling it. One message after another blinked on your screen, urging you to not engage.

Just ignore.

But, how?

—

“Will anyone explain to me as to why Ms. Myung was at the outreach yesterday?” 

The King, your father, spoke with a calmness that carried a razor’s edge. He had summoned you, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan the moment the morning reports reached him.

Jeonghan stood up straighter, opening his mouth to speak, “Your Maj—”

“She volunteered,” you cut in, keeping your expression carefully neutral. “I approved of it.”

It was the truth anyway. Why lie?

“My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty. It was an oversight on my part,” Wonwoo added. He knew all too well that his history with her was at the heart of the tension.

The King raised his hand, silencing the three of you. “I’d like to speak to the Princess alone.”

Both men standing beside you, Jeonghan on your left and Wonwoo on your right, glanced at you. You just exhaled and didn’t meet either of their eyes.

“Leave, gentlemen.”

Reluctantly, they bowed and walked to the opened doors. Wonwoo tried to catch your gaze, but you kept your focus on the King. 

When the doors closed with a heavy click, your father rose from his seat.

“Why did it not occur to you to consult anyone on this matter? With me?” He asked, walking to the window that overlooked the city.

“It did occur to me,” you defended, maintaining your stance. “I just didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Your mother is furious,” he replied.

“I figured,” you muttered. “I was just protecting the Foundation. I can’t have it look like I rejected a volunteer simply because they were an ex-girlfriend or something.”

“Y/N,” The King said, exasperated now, turning to face you fully. “You should have let the Palace handle it.”

“That’s not the point!” You screamed, the words ripping from you. Raw and loud, your voice cracking. Tears pricked at your eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.

The King was surprised, but softened at the break in your voice.

“I… I did think about it,” you said, swallowing hard. “Everything. My pride, my well-being, and my power. But in that moment, none of it mattered. It meant nothing.”

The silence that fell between you was thick and suffocating.

You drew in a steadying breath. “I stand by my decision. I don’t care what the tabloid says. It’s done.”

—

“You look like shit,” Kwon Soonyoung, one of the volunteers and closest friend of Wonwoo, said without needing to look at him.

Wonwoo sighed, dropping down beside him. “Thanks.”

Soonyoung nodded, organizing the documents he’s in charge of one by one regarding the Medical Outreach. He came all the way from Changwon to support Wonwoo and he knew it was going to be eventful, with the imminent engagement and all. He just didn’t expect it to be that eventful.

“She saw the photos?” Soonyoung asked, glancing at Wonwoo then back to the binders.

Wonwoo nods.

“And?”

“She didn’t speak about it,” Wonwoo answered, rubbing the back of his head. “But, I already knew she was upset when Eunwon’s application slipped through my fingers.”

Soonyoung sighed. “She’s pulling away and that’s the worst, huh?”

Wonwoo didn’t answer. He couldn’t because that meant Soonyoung was right.

He’s not ready to accept that truth.

Another closed binder, another one opened. Soonyoung continued to work. 

“You know what I noticed at the event?” He then asked casually. “Every time Eunwon walked near, you didn’t move.”

Wonwoo frowned. “I wasn’t even paying any attention to her.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Soonyoung said, shaking his head. “She made sure the cameras caught her smiling and all you had to do was allow it to happen.”

Wonwoo ran his hand down to his face. “It’s not like that. I didn’t mea—.”

“I’m sorry man, but that doesn’t matter anymore,” Soonyoung cut in, then calmly continued, “Y/N’s not mad at you. But, she’s fighting a battle with herself. Wondering about whether she’s a footnote or a future in your life.”

That landed hard, like a punch in Wonwoo’s stomach.

“Do you, at least, like Princess Y/N?” Soonyoung asked after a beat, expecting a vague answer from Wonwoo. But what he answered surprised him.

“Yes.”

Soonyoung slowly nodded, impressed. Then, he closed the last folder and stood up. 

“I think you should stop liking her in private.”

Wonwoo stayed seated, the words echoing inside his head.

Stop liking her in private.

—

Joint Announcement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

The Royal Households of Changwon and Seoul are pleased to announce the engagement of His Royal Highness Crown Prince Wonwoo of Changwon and Her Royal Highness Crown Princess Y/N of Seoul.

In recognition of Her Royal Highness’s heritage, her humanitarian service, and the enduring friendship between our nations, the engagement ceremony will be held in Changwon.

Further details regarding the date and arrangements will be shared in due course. Both families extend their gratitude for the warm congratulations and kind wishes received from near and far.

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chapter five: private | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: a tinsy little bit of angst word count: 2.6k author’s note: after so much waiting, chapter five is finally here! thank you all so much for waiting ❤️ my sincerest apologies in advance for this is only a filler chapter :( but there is more to come!

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Did Wonwoo know? 

Was this some kind of joke?

Your thoughts spiraled. Your silence was so loud, it beat the hum of the air conditioner in the office, the chatter echoing in the background of the hallways. You could hear the sound of your heartbeat thudding in your ears and feel the huge lump forming in your throat. Your grip on your pen tightened until your knuckles turned white. Eyes blinking way too fast, frustrated. Frustratedly trying to think. 

Just think, you told yourself. What should you do? What could you do?

You could flag this application now. Highlight in red, stamp it with a rejection. Stick a red post-it. You could burn it. You could do that. You had the power to. “Do it, Y/N,” your brain screamed. “Do it!”

But you couldn’t. 

How could you?

You stared at the name and attached ID photo. Myung Eunwon. She still looked the same. Her hair now brushed just below her shoulders, effortlessly pretty. Her smile? Angelic. Those eyes? The softest.

Your chest tightened. She looked like someone who still owned Wonwoo. 

You have never hated yourself so much for thinking that.

You felt so insulted and in disbelief. Not because of what Eunwon did. But because of how the world kept testing you. You felt so wronged. You had to be mature again and swallow everything hurting you just to rise above.

Why was this happening to you? 

Why must you make the hard decisions? Why must you restrain yourself from your anger and hurt?

Why does it always feel like you’re  the villain in someone else’s love story?

“Excuse me,” you muttered, pushing your chair back. You stood, holding onto the application tightly in your hand. You walked to where the Medical Team gathered, your heels clicking against the floor with every step.

“Mingyu,” you called quietly. “Can I talk to Wonwoo for a second?”

Mingyu was surprised, but nodded quickly. “Of course, Your Highness.”

You didn’t wait for Wonwoo to say anything. 

“Did you know?” You immediately asked, shoving the application at Wonwoo’s chest. No hesitations. No stuttering. From the moment you two stood face to face, you didn’t waste a second.

Wonwoo stumbled a little as confusion etched on his face, brows furrowing. “What–” 

“I’m assuming everyone, including you, from your team screened these applications before forwarding them to us,” you continued, your voice calm and controlled. The hurt you were hiding was betrayed by the shake of your hands.

Wonwoo finally looked at the application. 

He froze. 

“Y/N I–”

His eyes returned to your face instantly, needing to see your reaction. But, you didn’t meet his gaze. Your eyes remained on the ground, chest rising and falling with how erratic your breathing was.

“I swear Y/N,” he said quietly. “I didn’t see her application. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let it pass–”

“But that doesn’t mean I—the Foundation—rejects her,” you cut him off, your calm now rendered useless. “I’m just…”

You paused. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. 

You wanted to ask him, Wonwoo, why? Just why?!

But, you didn’t. Again.

“I’ll handle it,” you said, taking the papers back. Your clammy hands brushed against his and Wonwoo felt cold. He could hear the tiredness from your tone and he knew it was all because of him.

You stepped back and before he could reach for you, your heels turned away from him and you didn’t look back. Didn’t give him the chance to explain. Just left him standing there.

Alone.

—

You felt foolish, like a child about to cry about their candy getting stolen from them. Only this wasn’t about candy. This was more than that. This was something that always sat heavy on your chest like a stone all your life. 

The walk to Jeonghan’s office felt longer than usual. Each step you took was dragged by all of the things you couldn’t undo or unfeel. Your fists tightly clenched at your sides. You took a breath that your fast beating heart beat the air from reaching your lungs. 

Finally, you knocked on the door and stepped in.

Jeonghan looked up, his smile vanishing in an instant at the torn expression of your face.

“Myung Eunwon was shortlisted by the Medical Team,” you said immediately with no pause and no hesitation. But, anyone that knew you could tell how shaken your voice sounded. Even though you didn’t stutter or stumble. It cracked. It trembled. 

Jeonghan took a deep breath and leaned forward, his arms folding on the desk. He maintained eye contact, waiting on your next words and actions.  

You swallowed the lump on your throat and placed the papers on his table. Your fingers didn’t let go at first. You just stared at it like you just wanted to burn it. 

You wished you did.

“I understand it’s in my best interest to not meddle about this,” you exhaled, before continuing, “I won’t use force, and I most certainly will not use my influence.”

Silence.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan whispered, voice warm. 

You hated how sad he sounded. Because here it goes again. The pity you had come to dread, creeping back. 

You shook your head and raised a hand. You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to break. 

You understood that power without integrity is just control. Despite the pain, the jealousy, and the quiet collapse of everything you and Wonwoo were building, the values of the Foundation must remain intact. 

Your values and your integrity. They all had to remain.

Your heart was breaking. But, you were not.

You turned to leave because there is nothing more to say, nothing more to hear. 

“I just needed you to know,” you barely said under your breath.  

Then, you walked out. You straightened your spine and just let everything go. 

—

In Wonwoo’s mind, he didn’t owe you an explanation. He was not at fault for this slip up. 

But in his heart, he was guilty of hurting you once again. You didn’t have to say it out loud. He could already tell how your voice fell and how your eyes went cold. Seemingly dead. 

“Myung Eunwon’s application was accepted, Sir,” Mingyu informed him.

Wonwoo solemnly nodded. “Thank you, Mingyu.”

There was nothing left to be said. You made a decision and he understood what it meant for the Foundation. What it meant for you. 

It was already after hours and the light inside your office illuminated outside the hallway. You must be alone since he saw Jeongyeon leave at six. He sighed, mustering the courage to walk and knock on your door. It had been a tough day. The anticipation of the medical outreach was suddenly cracked and broken.

He knocked. Three times, before twisting the doorknob open. 

You looked up, fingers pausing from typing. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry this happened,” Wonwoo said, standing straight. If he was being honest, he really didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that you’re hurting again. He knew you weren’t one to blame other people. Even him. But, this time, he wanted to let you know that you could lean on him. You could let it all out and never hold back ever again.

You could feel the sharp pang inside your chest. You sighed, leaning back to your chair. “I don’t want to be in your shadow Wonwoo.” 

Or hers.

“You’re not,” Wonwoo insisted, taking a step closer to your table. But, he was careful.

“But, why does it feel like it?” Your voice cracked. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to scream. But, all you could muster out was your small voice and teary eyes. 

“I didn’t ask to be chosen. I was already here,” you continued, then wiped away a tear that dropped.

—

The medical outreach was in full swing after weeks of devotion and preparation. Every volunteer was in position, equipped and ready to serve those in need. Even though it was just a one-day event, the Foundation was committed to providing the best service that it could offer powered by its enthusiastic and brilliant volunteers.

A short opening program marked the official start of the outreach. A brief introduction on what was the purpose and what will happen was explained. You and Wonwoo were all smiling and waving, standing side by side, when you were both introduced. Neither of you held a microphone since there was nothing that needed to be said.

You know how Wonwoo wanted to take this opportunity to not have the focus on him. But instead on the purpose and heart of this event.

Afterwards, you and Wonwoo parted ways with a subtle nod at each other. You headed toward one tent while he proceeded to perform his own duties. You had no intention of staying long, anyway. Wishing to go back to the office as soon as possible.

Especially now that you have seen Eunwon.

This is your first time seeing her in a long while. University was a long time ago and yet, the sight of her still stirred the quiet jealousy and resentment buried deep in your heart.

Had I been a doctor, would Wonwoo have looked at me? You wondered to yourself, before forcing your gaze away.

The volunteers were under the Medical Team’s supervision, which spared you from meeting Eunwon’s eyes. There was no need, if you’re being honest. But knowing she was here, a volunteer of an outreach led by Wonwoo, left nothing but a bitter taste you couldn’t ignore. 

Still, this day was not, and would never be, about you.

—

The following morning, chaos greeted you. 

News about the medical outreach was everywhere. Headlines splashed across screens, posts flooding every feed. It was received warmly, praised even. Wonwoo’s reputation shone brighter than ever and his standing in the eyes of both the Kingdoms of Seoul and Changwon practically untouchable.

It was a success.

Except for one tabloid post. 

The article was harmless at first glance. It was photos of Eunwon, all smiles as she helped around with the children and the elderly. There were many shots of her that day. But it seemed like the world’s attention was fixated on only one.

Eunwon… with Wonwoo.

To most, it was nothing. A pair of doctors doing their jobs, just standing together as they helped an elderly patient sit onto the examination table. That’s how it should have been perceived. Nothing more, nothing less.

But the headline felt like a slap to your face: “Myung Eunwon, a Queen in the Making?”

Your grip on the tablet tightened, rage flashing in your mind and heart. They’re eating this up, you thought. Your eyes slid shut for just a moment as you tried to catch your breath. 

By the time you exhaled, PR was already handling it. One message after another blinked on your screen, urging you to not engage.

Just ignore.

But, how?

—

“Will anyone explain to me as to why Ms. Myung was at the outreach yesterday?” 

The King, your father, spoke with a calmness that carried a razor’s edge. He had summoned you, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan the moment the morning reports reached him.

Jeonghan stood up straighter, opening his mouth to speak, “Your Maj—”

“She volunteered,” you cut in, keeping your expression carefully neutral. “I approved of it.”

It was the truth anyway. Why lie?

“My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty. It was an oversight on my part,” Wonwoo added. He knew all too well that his history with her was at the heart of the tension.

The King raised his hand, silencing the three of you. “I’d like to speak to the Princess alone.”

Both men standing beside you, Jeonghan on your left and Wonwoo on your right, glanced at you. You just exhaled and didn’t meet either of their eyes.

“Leave, gentlemen.”

Reluctantly, they bowed and walked to the opened doors. Wonwoo tried to catch your gaze, but you kept your focus on the King. 

When the doors closed with a heavy click, your father rose from his seat.

“Why did it not occur to you to consult anyone on this matter? With me?” He asked, walking to the window that overlooked the city.

“It did occur to me,” you defended, maintaining your stance. “I just didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Your mother is furious,” he replied.

“I figured,” you muttered. “I was just protecting the Foundation. I can’t have it look like I rejected a volunteer simply because they were an ex-girlfriend or something.”

“Y/N,” The King said, exasperated now, turning to face you fully. “You should have let the Palace handle it.”

“That’s not the point!” You screamed, the words ripping from you. Raw and loud, your voice cracking. Tears pricked at your eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.

The King was surprised, but softened at the break in your voice.

“I… I did think about it,” you said, swallowing hard. “Everything. My pride, my well-being, and my power. But in that moment, none of it mattered. It meant nothing.”

The silence that fell between you was thick and suffocating.

You drew in a steadying breath. “I stand by my decision. I don’t care what the tabloid says. It’s done.”

—

“You look like shit,” Kwon Soonyoung, one of the volunteers and closest friend of Wonwoo, said without needing to look at him.

Wonwoo sighed, dropping down beside him. “Thanks.”

Soonyoung nodded, organizing the documents he’s in charge of one by one regarding the Medical Outreach. He came all the way from Changwon to support Wonwoo and he knew it was going to be eventful, with the imminent engagement and all. He just didn’t expect it to be that eventful.

“She saw the photos?” Soonyoung asked, glancing at Wonwoo then back to the binders.

Wonwoo nods.

“And?”

“She didn’t speak about it,” Wonwoo answered, rubbing the back of his head. “But, I already knew she was upset when Eunwon’s application slipped through my fingers.”

Soonyoung sighed. “She’s pulling away and that’s the worst, huh?”

Wonwoo didn’t answer. He couldn’t because that meant Soonyoung was right.

He’s not ready to accept that truth.

Another closed binder, another one opened. Soonyoung continued to work. 

“You know what I noticed at the event?” He then asked casually. “Every time Eunwon walked near, you didn’t move.”

Wonwoo frowned. “I wasn’t even paying any attention to her.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Soonyoung said, shaking his head. “She made sure the cameras caught her smiling and all you had to do was allow it to happen.”

Wonwoo ran his hand down to his face. “It’s not like that. I didn’t mea—.”

“I’m sorry man, but that doesn’t matter anymore,” Soonyoung cut in, then calmly continued, “Y/N’s not mad at you. But, she’s fighting a battle with herself. Wondering about whether she’s a footnote or a future in your life.”

That landed hard, like a punch in Wonwoo’s stomach.

“Do you, at least, like Princess Y/N?” Soonyoung asked after a beat, expecting a vague answer from Wonwoo. But what he answered surprised him.

“Yes.”

Soonyoung slowly nodded, impressed. Then, he closed the last folder and stood up. 

“I think you should stop liking her in private.”

Wonwoo stayed seated, the words echoing inside his head.

Stop liking her in private.

—

Joint Announcement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

The Royal Households of Changwon and Seoul are pleased to announce the engagement of His Royal Highness Crown Prince Wonwoo of Changwon and Her Royal Highness Crown Princess Y/N of Seoul.

In recognition of Her Royal Highness’s heritage, her humanitarian service, and the enduring friendship between our nations, the engagement ceremony will be held in Changwon.

Further details regarding the date and arrangements will be shared in due course. Both families extend their gratitude for the warm congratulations and kind wishes received from near and far.

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chapter three: was it punishment | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: vomiting, fainting, food poisoning, emergency hospitalization/situation word count: 3.2k author’s note: chapter 3! 🥳 (undedited tho! will work on it!)

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Wonwoo was in Kyoto, Japan when his father, King Jeon, told him the harsh truth and brutal reality of what it meant to wear the crown. Japan wasn’t that far to escape to, but he really didn’t have anywhere else in mind to begin with. He just wanted to be far. Away from everything that’s causing him immense pain. Away from his duty, his crown. 

Far and far away. 

The King was the one who ordered Mingyu to book the immediate flight and have his one and only son stay there when he saw how much he needed the space and time. 

Even only just for a short while.

However, His Majesty, and even Wonwoo himself, knew they had to talk. There was no escaping anyway, if they’re being honest. The family’s decisions on his life remain firm and unwavering. It’s not to be sugar coated and influenced by any emotion other than reverence and responsibility. 

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he’s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

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chapter three: was it punishment | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: vomiting, fainting, food poisoning, emergency hospitalization/situation word count: 3.2k author’s note: chapter 3! 🥳 (undedited tho! will work on it!)

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Wonwoo was in Kyoto, Japan when his father, King Jeon, told him the harsh truth and brutal reality of what it meant to wear the crown. Japan wasn’t that far to escape to, but he really didn’t have anywhere else in mind to begin with. He just wanted to be far. Away from everything that’s causing him immense pain. Away from his duty, his crown. 

Far and far away. 

The King was the one who ordered Mingyu to book the immediate flight and have his one and only son stay there when he saw how much he needed the space and time. 

Even only just for a short while.

However, His Majesty, and even Wonwoo himself, knew they had to talk. There was no escaping anyway, if they’re being honest. The family’s decisions on his life remain firm and unwavering. It’s not to be sugar coated and influenced by any emotion other than reverence and responsibility. 

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he’s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

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