MULTIFANDOM

— KUM JUNHYEON.

— HONG KEONHEE.

— CHOI WOOJIN.

as an aftermath, wang zihao is sealed away in a secret room where he was confined forever. 

"isn't this the robot that caused so much chaos in the city years ago?" a young woman asked. zhou xiangyi, a robot researcher who is a huge enthusiast for robots, discovered the secret room the robot was confined in. 

xiangyi took action to look through the robot's programming and tried to repair zihao. however, she had to take many risks to restore his condition, even if it means that she had to hurt herself during the process.

day by day, she felt herself attracted towards zihao, despite him being a robot and a culprit for the past attacks he had caused. she knew that he had the potential to bring good to the world. 

much agaisnt jiwoong’s protest though, he was now at a nearby kingdom to meet his suitors. jiwoong was being extra picky, for he was being forced to travel in the snow.

oh, how much jiwoong hated it.

the queen introduced him to her daughter, but as always, jiwoong politely let her down, saying how he was not ready for marriage yet and that he won’t make such an important decision so soon.

jiwoong was exploring the castle, finding himself in the library. despite the lit up fireplaces all over the castle, jiwoong was still shivering from the cold. he spotted an opened window in the library and went over to close it, feeling so terribly cold.

just as he was about to close it, his eyes land on you, giggling and playing around in the snow.

curious, he stared at you. jiwoong never saw the point in playing in the snow. why do people do it? he always wondered. it was terribly cold, was no one afraid to freeze to death? or suffocate under the snow?

he looked at how you make a snowman, and how you make tiny duck sculptures to accompany the snowman. jiwoong has never seen someone so childlike. you were so happy in the snow, smiling as you make numerous snow figures. jiwoong tilted his head, observing you. for once, he did not feel a shiver of cold.

you stopped, sensing someone was staring at you. you looked up, meeting eyes with the prince who immediately closed the windows. his face turned red, and jiwoong was so sure it was because of the cold.

god, he hated winter.

jiwoong found you again, this time in the hallways.

you were the stepdaughter of the queen, your father marrying her before he passed. and the queen was fantastic to you. she wasn’t an evil stepmother, in fact, she was the best mother you ever had. she took care and adored you as if you were her own child and you got along really well with your stepsister.

but, you weren’t introduced as a suitor to jiwoong. even though the queen considered you her a child, she obviously would rather marry her biological daughter off to the prince rather than you.

you were never jealous, you knew your place. you were perfectly fine being on your own. but as soon as you laid eyes on jiwoong, for once, you were jealous of your stepsister. you wanted to be in her place, to be formally introduced to the prince.

you bumped into him in the hallways, and it took everything in you to not run away instantly. “so,” you cleared your throat. “i’m yn. the princess is my stepsister.”

“i know.”

you raised an eyebrow. he knows?

jiwoong cleared his throat, coughing. he did not want to admit he found out almost every known information about you as soon as he saw you. “i mean-“

you cut him off, suddenly grabbing his arm and dragging him away with you. “follow me,” you said, a little surprised that you were casually grabbing the arm of a prince as soon as you met him.

jiwoong didn’t mind though, he probably would have gone anywhere you asked him to.

you led him outside to the castle gardens, pulling him into the snow. jiwoong protested, saying how he hated winter and everything about it.

“it will be fun!” you grinned at him, pulling him fully into the snow. he was now in the gardens, standing on snow, the thing he hated the most in the world. you grabbed a handful of snow and sculpted it into a snowball, hiding it behind your back.

jiwoong noticed, staring at you with a questioning look. “what are you-“

a snowball hit him right on his chest. on his heart.

jiwoong looked at you in disbelief, while you smiled at him, ready to make another snowball. not wanting to back down and lose, jiwoong starts to make one too.

eventually, you both got into a snowball fight and despite hating the snow so much, jiwoong had so, so much fun. tired and exhausted, you both lay down on the icy snow, panting. jiwoong wasn’t bothered by the fact he was laying on snow now.

he was enjoying himself. he was starting to see why people loved to play in the snow.

“how do you like that?” you asked, turning to your side to look at the prince. he turned to look at you and you realised how close your faces were. you coughed, backing away a little.

jiwoong smiles softly at your little movement, you returning the smile back.

he looks at you smiling. even if jiwoong was in a furnace room during the endless months of winter, none of that warmth can compare to the warmth he received from your smile alone.

spring . .

jiwoong stayed a little longer than he intended. he was going to stay at your castle for a week but he ended up staying for months.

he enjoyed your company and almost every other night, he would sneak into your room just to talk for countless of hours. he loved hearing you talk.

winter became tolerable. he still hated it, but he enjoyed playing in the snow with you. in fact, it might be one of his favourite season now.

he met you in winter after all.

jiwoong eventually had to go back to his kingdom but once it was spring, he paid a visit again.

he wanted to see you again.

you were surprised when he came by again. you thought you wouldn’t see jiwoong again. you thought he was going to move on and find other suitors perfect for him but he was right back in front of you.

“i see what’s going on,” your stepsister joked, seeing your reaction to him. she figured about the little crush you have on him and she was really supportive. she was not going to marry the prince anyway and she knew you were better off with him than her.

“shut up,” you whispered as you watch jiwoong greet the queen. after doing so, jiwoong walked up to the two of you, before your stepsister made a quick exit, leaving just the two of you in the throne room.

“why-“ you start to ask when jiwoong holds your hand, bringing it up to his mouth to place a quick kiss. “i wanted to see you,” he said softly.

cheesy much, you thought. he asked you out on a walk, and you agreed. you loved spending time with jiwoong too.

it was spring now and so the flowers in the garden was in bloom season. jiwoong, who became much cheesier over the last few months, kept comparing you to the flowers, saying how the flowers can never compete with you. or how did no one mistake you for a flower yet.

oh, he was really cheesy.

summer . .

jiwoong had a lot of royal duties to attend to that he ended up only staying at your castle for a month in spring.

it was now summer and he had not seen you in months. he had already made plans to see you in the next few days when the king entered his room. jiwoong raised an eyebrow at the king, curious. ever since jiwoong kept going to your kingdom, his father constant nags at him to get married decreased.

the king clears his throat, thinking of what to say. “so … when’s the wedding?”

jiwoong scoffed. what a way to start a conversation.

“i will think about it,” he coldly replied. the king rolls his eyes, looking at his son with a stern look. “i’m glad it’s the princess though and not-“

jiwoong snapped his head, looking at his father. “and not who?” he asked in such a cold tone, almost knowing what his father was going to say. he was not going to let his father disrespect you like that.

the king looks at him confused. “the queen’s stepchild? i mean, they don’t have royal blood! their father was-“

jiwoong had to physically stop himself for wanting to slap his own father. he walks up to him, grabbing his father’s collar. “do not say that again.” and to think jiwoong was starting to be open to his own father.

the king blinked slowly, connecting the dot. “don’t tell me-“

“it’s exactly what you think,” jiwoong says coldly, letting go of his father before leaving the room. he was not going to have his father tell him who he can and cannot marry. he finally fulfilled his wish, of finding someone he wants to marry, but now his father was going to stop that from happening?

“you can’t be serious!” the king shouts after him. “i won’t allow that-“ the king runs up to him, slapping his only child. he left a bruise on the prince’s cheek.

not this again, jiwoong grumbled in his mind while the king slaps him.

jiwoong grabbed his hands, stopping the king’s punch midway. he looks at his father with the iciest look in his eyes. “i am not listening to you. i did what you want and i finally found someone i want to marry! do not stop me.”

jiwoong walks off, leaving the king shouting at him that there were better people out there. no, there wasn’t.

jiwoong only wanted you.

“jiwoong?” you said in surprise.

it was the middle of the night, a few days after jiwoong’s fight with the king. he was now at your kingdom again, and he immediately demanded to the guards that he wanted to see you.

he was now standing in front of your room. you notice the bruises on his cheek and the cuts on his lips. worried, you let him into your room, closing the door behind him. you let him sit on your bed while you scramble off to find the proper medicine to treat him.

who would do that to a perfect face?

you silently treated him, applying medicine on the scars on his lips. you did not want to ask questions unless jiwoong was comfortable with it.

he stares at you treating him. you did it without even asking, without being told to. you did not even question how it happened in the first place. how were you so perfect?

“yn …” he says softly. you hummed in response, focusing on treating his small wounds. you stopped and glanced at him, now realising you two were way too close. “i’m sorry-“ you start to say, moving back a little when jiwoong suddenly grabs your hand, pulling you into a sweet, short kiss.

he pulled away, turning red all over again, embarrassed. “i’m sorry, you must have been shocked, i’m-“

you cut him off this time, kissing him back again. you were not holding back.

fall . .

jiwoong was being all giddy. todays the day. he was planning on proposing to you.

it was fall, months after your first kiss with jiwoong where you both finally admitted your feelings for each other. jiwoong stayed at your castle from then on, since he did not want to return to his father or his kingdom anymore.

he wanted to stay right by your side.

jiwoong had already gotten permission from the queen who was overenthusiastic, making arrangements for the wedding almost immediately. but he stopped her before it went out of hand. he hasn’t even done the most important part.

proposing.

like one of your many dates together, and one of the few you enjoyed the most, you both agreed to meet in the castle gardens.

jiwoong was already waiting there by the time you arrived and god, he was breathless at the sight of you.

you, on the other hand, had to physically stop yourself from just staring at jiwoong. it was fall now, the leaves turning into all sorts of reddish colours. it was a pretty sight and adding jiwoong to the mix made everything much more pretty. he looked ethereal under all the leaves falling.

jiwoong smiles at you, holding your hand while he walks with you. you both talked about almost anything, it was one of the many things jiwoong enjoys. he loves hearing you talk and he would gladly listen to you.

you both reach the more secluded part of the garden when jiwoong clears his throat. his heart was about to explode.

“you know yn …” he start to say, holding onto both of your hands even tighter while you look at him. “i …” he paused, trying to find the right words to say. he prepared so much, with the help from the queen and your stepsister. why couldn’t he think anymore? his mind literally goes blank at the sight of yoy.

“we met in winter, remember?” he asked, you nodding.

“i hated winter you know. like so much. i would never go out to play in the snow but it was different when i met you.”

you widen your eyes. you knew where this was going. jiwoong grinned upon seeing your reaction.

“winter is my favourite season now,” he continues, letting go of one hand and reaching into his pocket. “because i met you.”

he holds your hand out, and showing you the ring in his hand.

“yn,” he says softly, looking at you. “i want to spend all seasons with you. winter, spring, summer, fall. always. so will you marry me?”

god, you were going to marry the cheesiest guy in the kingdom.

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