break me off

“What,” at that moment it doesn’t even sound like your voice. You should be thrilled. You just tried to escape hours ago. He’s offering you freedom, and you can tell by the look in his eyes he’s willing to do it. The silence between you stretches as your head screams at you. 

Run! Get out! He’s dangerous!

But your heart screams something else.

Stay! He’s safe! You’re safe!

“Y/n?” he asks quietly. 

“No,” you whisper softly, “I don’t wanna go anywhere.” 

Another tense silence, despite the sound of the water. 

“Don’t say that unless you mean it… I won’t offer you this again,” he says firmly. But you can see the look in his eyes, he’s silently begging you not to take it back. For a split second, consider taking it back, looking back towards where the cars are parked, but something in you just won’t let you.

“I mean it,” you say, mind made up, “I don’t wanna go anywhere.” 

Before you know what’s happening his lips are on yours, soft but firm. Like he’s pouring every ounce of passion and feeling into the kiss, but also giving you the option to pull away. For a moment, you let him kiss you, your lips motionless against his as your heart pounds and your mind screams about your sanity. But you push it away. Slowly your hands raise up, brushing his cheek as you begin to kiss him back.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, your body presses closer to his and your lips move in sync. He tastes like whiskey, mint and something else that you can’t quite place, but it's warm, comforting even. He pulls away first. 

“You’re mine now, totally and completely. Do you understand me?” His voice is husky, protective, a far cry for the captor you knew just a little while ago. It should be unsettling. But it only makes your insides light up.

You nod before your foreheads rest together. The sun is lower in the sky now, almost gone, but the world has practically disappeared. Until a wave crashes and a bit of the water mists onto your face, leaving little specs of water on your skin.

“Want to go swimming?” He smiles charmingly. 

You smile at the tenderness in his voice. 

“Come with me,” you mumble and he smiles. It's genuine, beautiful and bright, even in the fading sun. He stands and helps you up. You bolt, sand flying up behind your feet as you race into the warm water. 

“Hey!” He yells after you, but you keep going.

The salt water is pleasant against your skin, the sand squishy as your feet slightly sink into it with each step. You get about waist deep when two strong arms encircle you. 

A surprised shriek leaves your lips before you feel his lips against your ears. 

“Trying to run away from me again?” There’s no heat behind his words, only a soft teasing tone, his body warm against yours as the waves roll around you. You giggle at his question. 

“What if I was?” 

“Then I’ll just have to punish you,” he slaps your thigh under the water, but it barely lands. 

“Then what are you gonna do? Rile me up? Hmm?” You laugh a little louder as you squirm in his arms, finally spinning around.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers as his eyes gaze into yours deep and real. His sincerity cuts through the playfulness for a moment. You blush and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“I’m never letting you go, Dragonfly.” He says, lips almost brushing yours. He says it like a vow, a promise. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent swimming, splashing and just playing in the water. It’s the most carefree you’ve been in your entire life. 

-

The sun has gone down, the moon high and bright, stars littering the sky above. Chan lays beside you on the blanket, an arm behind his head. He has a small, giddy grin on his face. 

“This has probably been the best afternoon of my life,” he admits quietly. You sigh happily and scoot closer, resting your head on his chest. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt more free than right now,” you say softly. For a minute the two of you watch the sky, the crash of the waves a soft white noise, the smell of the salt water in the air.

“I don’t see how that is… you’re a Hwang… figured your life would be great. Freeing. Your family is one of the wealthiest around.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe, but I’ve never experienced those perks. By the time I was 12 my parents shipped me off to some boarding school for girls in Morocco. It was an experience to say the least. I came back home the day after I graduated.” 

“That explains why it took so long for the world to know about you.” He says now putting the pieces together.

“Yeah, my family used to say I was the best kept secret. Why? Who knows,” you take a pause, "But Hyunjin used to tell me it was for my ‘protection.’ Something about keeping me safe. But in reality, I think there’s more to it.”

“What do you mean?” His voice is cautious. Not pushy, not demanding. 

“I don’t know… it’s just a gut feeling I have. My parents always treated Hyunjin better. Though no one would ever admit it to me. For example, when we were kids. If I wanted something, like a new doll, but Hyunjin wanted a new video game or even an action figure or something, he always got it… If I got something I wanted, it was a special occasion, and it always made out to be a big deal.” Your eyes roll as if you can hear your mother right beside you. 

“And god forbid I ever complained. It was always, ‘you should be thankful you have anything at all’. I never got to have opinions. Sometimes I think they sent me away just to get rid of me,” your index finger absentmindedly drags over his chest.

“I tried to talk to Hyunjin about it, but he always brushed it off. Even when I was in a whole other country, and when he didn’t screen my calls, he would tell me I’m being sensitive. Make me feel crazy.” You sigh as you look over the waves.

“Wow… its amazing we knew the same person and yet, we knew two different people.”

“You know, when I came home, no one could be bothered to pick me up from the airport. I had to take a cab and when I got home, the house was empty. Apparently our parents had taken a vacation and Hyunjin only found out I was home after I called him multiple times. He didn’t even come home that night. Mind you, I hadn’t physically seen him in years.”

You inch closer, resting your head higher on his chest, Chan meanwhile is frowning and shaking his head slightly. Neither of you speaks for a while, simply watching the waves and stars as you sit together, the atmosphere shifting to something even more close and intimate. His fingers gently glide over the back of your arm as his heartbeat thuds in your ear, easy and natural. 

For a while, it's comfortably silent. 

-

“Chan?” You say quietly.

“Hmm?”

You sit up, your heart beating increasing as you look down at him. His hand moves to cup your cheek. Slowly you lean down, hesitating for only a fraction of a second, noses brushing before you kiss him. It's soft, testing at first. His tongue tentatively darts out over your lips, letting you pull back if you so desire to.

You don’t. Your mouth opens, his tongue sliding against yours as the kiss deepens. A soft groan leaves him, and the sound goes straight to your core, causing your legs to rub together. A sigh leaves your nose as he leans up, forcing you to back up some until he’s hovering over you on the blanket underneath you. 

A whimper leaves your mouth as his fingers dig into your hips, lips pressing harder and faster against your mouth. 

“Chan-” you whisper and his hand moves to cup your breast, thumb brushing over the peaked bud, rubbing slow circles. A gasp leaves your mouth and Chan’s mouth smiles against yours. 

“So responsive,” he coo’s. He unties the top off your swimsuit and peels it off, exposing your chest to the cool night air. 

“Fuck,” he breathes as he openly stares at you. 

“So pretty,” he whispers in your ear, before sucking a mark just below it. His thumbs continue making circles, causing small jolts of pleasure to shoot to your core. 

“To think… you were giving this away for a few measly dollars.” He growls, referencing your job before he took you. 

“Never again,” he sinks his teeth into your neck and you groan. He soothes the mark with his tongue. 

“Who’s the only one that gets to see you like this now?” 

“You,” it comes out breathily. 

“Good girl,” he praises and it forces your hips to buck up against him. He chuckles, pressing his hips against yours, grinding. His lips trail down your neck, past your collar bone, to the curve of your breast before taking one in his mouth, hot and wet, tongue swirling and flicking over your sensitive peaks. 

He sucks gently before letting one go with a slight pop before lavishing the other with the same attention. His eyes watch as your lips part, and back arches slightly into him, fingers combing through his hair. He hums softly, 

He continues to remove your swimsuit and trails his mouth down your torso, looking up at you before going further. 

“Please,” he whispers just loud enough and in that moment, something powerful surges in you. A soft smirk finds its way upon your lips.

“What? I didn’t hear you.” 

You can see him fighting a smirk. 

“Dragonfly,” he says, slightly dramatic, slightly whiny, “Please,” he draws the word out, eyes wider, almost boyish in an innocent kind of way, “Let me taste you,” he says against your lower stomach, looking up through his lashes. 

You let out a soft chuckle, a surge of power flooding you as you nod with a smirk. The man who’s held all the power this whole time, is now begging you for the privilege. Its intoxicating. He settles between your legs, nose skimming over your core, inhaling. An animalistic growl leaves him before he spreads you open, tongue flattening against you, his eyes holding yours.

A soft whimper falls from your lips as his tongue brushes you. Your body lays flat against the blanket, as Chan repeats his actions, slowly, savoring you. He moans into you, the vibrations making you gasp. The muscles in his back flex as he dips his head down.

Your fingers thread through his hair, damp from the ocean water. 

“Chan,” you breathe, hips rolling into his mouth, fingers now gripping his hair. He groans at the way his name sounds on your lips, hooking his arms around your thighs, holding you against him, his tongue working your clit like a madman before it dips down inside, curling upwards.

His nose brushes it as he gets slightly sloppy, practically drunk on your taste, your noises, you. Soft whimpers escape him as he sinks his tongue into your hole. You cry out as he thrusts his tongue in and out. 

The movements are so good, too good even. Your hips roll despite his bruising hold on your thighs. He circles his tongue on your clit, teasing, then going straight at it. 

Your body starts to tighten, that beautiful pressure building in your stomach, and he hears it. Hears how your breathing deepens, sees how your stomach muscles tighten, and he immediately pulls back, causing you to whine. He blows a cool stream of air against you and you hiss, arching your back.

He goes back slow, deep, like he’s not just getting you off, but making love with his mouth, his tongue a weapon of devotion. He builds it once more, teasing before giving you exactly what he knows you want, moving his tongue at lightning speed as he sinks two fingers into you, curling upwards. 

He moans desperately, his own hips rutting against the sand. You can’t even form words now, pleasure overtaking your brain. He sucks your clit into his mouth, gently flicking it before letting go and repeating it again. 

“Come on baby, let me have it,” he says, voice dark and deep, “I want it, all of it,” White hot pleasure burns before it explodes, your juices coating his face and fingers, and he groans like he’s gotten his own release. 

Your chest rises up and down as you catch your breath while he rests his cheek against the inner part of your thigh, looking up at you as though you hung the moon. He places soft kisses to your inner thigh; it’s worshipful, loving, soft and sweet. 

“Still with me, babe?” He asks and you nod. Your fingers find his arm and you tug him up towards you weakly. His lips find yours, his tongue pushing past your lips, letting you taste yourself slightly on him. Your fingers tug on the ends of his hair as he pulls his swim trunks down just enough to free himself. 

Your leg is hiked and put around his waist, letting him open you up. He presses against you, hot and warm with precum beading up at the tip. 

“So beautiful,” he whispers as he pushes in, both of you groaning. 

“Fuck,” he whimpers in your ear, “So tight.” He allows you a moment to adjust before he starts moving, deep and slow. His mouth leaves open mouthed kisses down your throat, sucking marks every so often. The stars above are beautiful, illuminating the dark sky, when suddenly you cry out when he hits that certain spot that makes you see your own stars. 

“Chan,” your voice breaks on his name. You can feel him smirk against your skin and pick up the pace. 

“You feel like heaven, taking me so well,” he whispers the praise into your ear. His breathing is labored in your ear, his body hot against yours, skin slightly reddened from the sun. Soft moans and whimpers fall from you as he sucks more marks onto your neck. 

“Chan- fuck,” you gasp as he starts to piston into the little spot right inside your entrance, euphoria taking over. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, voice low and gravelly in your ear. The waves crash against the shore as your walls start to flutter around him, causing him to groan in your ear, his arms supporting him on either side of you. You feel that familiar tightening in your stomach, and your breathing comes in short gasps, encouraging him to continue until a scream rips from your throat. Your nails drag down his back, and he hisses at the pain- pleasure before a low growl tears out of him in your ear as he fills you up. 

Your breaths fan each other’s faces; your bodies are slick with sweat, and a little bit of the misted ocean water. For a moment you say nothing, staring into each others eyes as reality settles between you.  

“Fuck,” he breathes before kissing you softly, “You’re amazing,” he whispers. 

“So are you.” 

The smile on your face does something to Chan, it warms his chest in a way he never thought anyone could, let alone the sister of his enemy. 

He was in trouble before, but now?

He’s wrecked.

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“I know it doesn’t mean much, but I swear, I will never lay another finger on you again.” he whispers in your ear. He presses a light kiss to your cheek. 

“Y/n, I mean it,” he says quietly and you nod slowly.

“Can I just go back to my room then?” You whisper, voice still unsure. He hesitates. Chan wants to show you he’s serious. He smiles before pulling his face up to look at you.

“What if we went out? I know a secluded part at the beach. Just us. As long as you don’t run again.” 

You look at him and you can see the genuineness in his eyes, he does want to make up for scaring you. But you’re still cautious.

“I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Then we’ll just have to fix that,” he smirks and presses a soft kiss to your jaw. 

-

The boutique is beautiful, swimsuits of all kinds, coverups and even sandals. It’s got a coastal theme, whites, blues and tans with wood accents. The woman at the cash register smiles at Chan as you walk inside.

“Go ahead baby, get whatever you want.” He whispers in your ear, a rare smile that reaches his eyes shows up on his face. Chan has found that doing this for you makes him feel good. It makes him want to spoil you more. 

To keep you. 

You find a suit that’s entirely your style, but you pick up two different colors looking between them with furrowed brows. 

“What is it, Dragonfly?” 

“I don’t know which one.” An adorable frown presents itself on your face as you look between them again and again.

“So get both.” 

Your head snaps up with raised brows, “Really?”

He nods with a soft smile, “Let’s get you some sandals too.”

He’s walking over to the sandals before you can utter another word. He picks out multiple pairs, showing them to you, letting you pick out the ones you want.

The woman at the cash register comes over. 

“Oh these are very popular!” She smiles at Chan, not giving you a second glance as her hand caresses his arm. You arch a brow, a twinge of anger rising in you. 

Chan plays nice and has her hold the suits and shoes at the counter.

“So, Chan, you never got back to me about the dinner plans I mentioned weeks ago.” Her voice is a little strained. You pick out a couple beach towels from a rack, having heard her voice before coming back over.

“Right, dinner. I’m a busy man-”

“I understand,” she interrupts, “I’m patient. What about Saturday night?” She smiles at you as she starts to ring up your things.

“You’re having dinner with her? Chan, that's so sweet,” you say sarcastically, “Charity work is always important,” your give her a plastic smile as she does her job. Meanwhile the woman’s face turns red as Chan suppresses a laugh. She rings up the items and Chan just places his black card on the counter. She runs the card and hands you your bags, suddenly extremely quiet.

“Thank you, please come again.” Her confidence is now lower, her tone more shy, professional. 

“Thank you,” you smile bright and proud. The two of you walk out of the store and you feel a surge of confidence. The bags are put in the trunk of the car before you get in. 

The drive to the beach starts off slow, neither of you speaking while the radio plays just barely cutting off the silence.

“Jealousy is an… interesting color on you,” you can hear the smirk in his voice and when you look over, his index finger is over his lips, concealing it as he leans his elbow on the car door.

“Jealousy?” You keep your voice innocent.

“My ‘charity work’, I believe you called it.” His brow raises but he doesn’t take his eyes off the road as he turns into a parking lot. Without another word he gets out, holds up one of the suits and sandals.

“Go ahead and change. I’ll meet you back here.” He directs you to a changing station and you change into the swim suit. When you come back you nearly let your jaw drop.

His abs are on full display, he’s more ripped than previously thought. He’s wearing swim trunks and grabbing the beach towels, and a large blanket. He turns to see you and he pauses, eyes trailing your form.

“Fuck,” he breathes as you approach. You blush and look down, slightly embarrassed. 

“I can change…”

“Don’t you dare,” he says, voice dripping with arousal, but he doesn’t push anything. Just shuts the trunk and guides you down to a secluded little area, just above where the ocean reaches.

“It’s gorgeous out here,” you say as you watch the sun lower in the sky, painting the scene around you in an orangey pink. 

“Yeah, this place has been a bit a sanctuary for me. Especially at night,” he says with a sense of longing. 

“Sophia brought me to a beach once... it was one of the best days of my life," he comments softly.

A silence befalls you two as the sounds of the ocean create a white noise in the background.

“My whole life I’ve been alone, y/n. Sophia was the only one who ever made me feel like I wasn’t. And then she introduced me to your brother… When I found out he was spared, I was thankful, because I knew I lost a sister… but at least I hadn’t lost a brother. Or so I thought. Then he left and I… I was convinced I was once again alone.” The whole time he speaks his gaze is on the ocean waters, glittering in the fading sun. 

“Chan, I’m so sorry…” you trail off and put a hand on his shoulder blade. Being alone was something you understood quite well. This man was supposed to be a monster. Dangerous. And yet all you see is someone broken.

“I’m here,” you offered quietly. He nods with a half smile. 

“Yeah, you almost weren’t though, thanks to my temper…” he looks down before facing you, “Y/n… my sweet Dragonfly, I am so sorry,” he whispers, a hand on your cheek. 

“I never meant to scare you, I swear I’ll never lay another hand on you again,” he repeats genuinely. For a moment he looks at you, something in his eyes that’s genuine, but you can’t tell what it is. 

“In fact… to prove it, you can leave…” he says quietly and drops his hand, heat fleeing from your cheek.

“What..?” 

“I’ll let you walk away right now, drive you anywhere you want to go. Just tell me now.” 

There’s a tense silence. 

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Two weeks. Nothing but the same bed, the same room, the same barred windows. No time outside, the only sunshine you’ve had has been from the sun rays that come through the barred windows. Food was delivered by an old woman in a maids outfit.

You tried banging on the door the first few days. Finally after 3 days Chan answered. But what happened wasn’t pretty. He came in, and you didn’t recognize him. He was brutal. Words were harsh, when you tried to speak, accidentally interrupting him, you had to pick yourself up off the floor. You crawled to the corner but he didn’t relent. His grip on your hair… your scalp hurt for 2 days. 

“Chan, stop! Please!” Your scream was full of terror. It echoed in the room and it was at that moment reality seemed to slam in, his eyes went from terror to horror as he looked at the redness blooming on your cheek. 

He let go of your hair, offering no comfort and no words. He walked out, and you hadn’t seen him since. You had no idea what had happened or what you had done. He offered no explanation.

You pace the floor, days start to blur together as you sleep on and off at random times. Some out of just pure emotional exhaustion, some out of boredom. You were trapped; with no way out. 

Until now. 

You knew what you were doing could cost you your life. But at this point, you didn’t care. There was no sign of Hyunjin coming to save you. Chan had become violent. You couldn’t live like this- it wasn’t even living, it was just existing. 

That afternoon, the woman in a maid outfit brings your dinner, and as she sets the tray down, you bolt out the door, knocking her into the wall, quickly going down the steps. The mansion is huge, still impersonal. 

As you get closer to the door you hear voices in the living room. Familiar voices… one from the party. Minho. Your heart thunders in your ears, your legs are jelly, and holding your breath seems like the best option. 

“So what are you gonna do about your little pet?” You hear one of them say. 

“She’s not your concern.” 

“Have you even contacted Hyunjin about her yet? Or are you enjoying her more than you expected?” Minho’s voice is taunting as he chimes in. 

“Shut up,” he playfully snaps and the guys erupt into soft laughter. 

“I don’t blame you, I’d keep her locked away too.” Someone else chimes in, but you don’t recognize the voice. Though you can hear their smirk.

You get down on your hands and knees, crawling quickly, luckily avoiding the gazes of the other men as Chan sits on the couch with his back to you. As you're crawling behind the couch, you hear glass shatter to the floor and a shadow hangs over you. 

“Keep. Talking. About her and I will make sure you regret it.” His voice growls.

“Ji-yoo! Come clean this up!” Your heartrate skyrockets. You can’t hide and getting to the front door without being seen isn’t possible. You’re screwed. 

So you decide to bolt. 

You rise to your feet, everything in your vision blurring except for the door. You manage to get your hand on the knob and throw the door open when two strong arms close around your waist. 

“Where. The fuck. Are you going?” He asks in your ear, voice smooth as silk and poisonous as venom. His voice is too calm and deep in your ear. 

“I..” your voice breaks, tension bleeds all around you. Time stops. 

“Chan-” your voice cracks as you whisper his name. 

“I will give you one chance. Get your ass upstairs. Now,” he growls the last word and you hate to admit it, but it makes you quiver in a way that has nothing to do with fear. 

“Okay…” you whisper, conceding. He growls in your ear one time, and your stomach tenses. Slowly he lets you go and directs you back up the steps, shielding you from the men in the living room. 

“Damn, you keep your dog on a short leash.” One of the men calls out. Chan stops you and turns towards a man with fox-like eyes. 

“Meeting adjourned. Get the fuck out of my house. NOW!” He yells and you’ve honestly never seen 5 men move so fast. His authority makes something in you stir. Jiyoo, the woman in the maid outfit, walks in and he gives her a look. She backs away leaving you alone.

He watches as they leave, the door shutting behind them and then he turns back to you.

“So, Dragonfly, you thought running was a good idea?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer. He changes course and takes you to the couch, throwing you down on it. A soft yelp leaves your lips as he pushes you down and straddles your waist. 

“You thought you could leave me? That I would just let you go? Is that it?” 

You can’t answer; you don’t know how to appease him. You don’t know how to fix it. 

“Where were you going to go?” 

“I don’t-I don’t know.” 

He leans down, his nose skimming your neck.

“Oh come on, Dragonfly, you must’ve had a plan. Tell me,” he whispers in your ear. 

“I was… I was just.. Gonna go.” 

“Where, baby,” his voice is huskier now, his teeth grazing your neck. It makes your pulse race. 

“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought that far,” you whimper softly. You can feel him smile against your neck.

“Not very smart, now was it? Hmm?” He taunts. 

“Chan-”

“Stop talking.” He places a kiss on your neck, making your stomach knot. He can feel the way you tense, and he pauses before he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

“I scared you.. Bad…” he says quietly. 

“I’m sorry, Dragonfly. I really am. I should’ve controlled my temper better...”

You let out a stuttered breath in response. He squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, “Tell me what I can do to fix it,” he says, his voice now desperate. A far cry from the man who hurt you a couple weeks ago. You don’t respond immediately. Can it be fixed?

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When you awake the next morning, the sun bathes the room in a golden glow, but you don’t feel his heat, his presence, beside you anymore. For a minute you don’t move, you can feel it in your bones. Something is off. 

You force your head to crane and in the chair at the desk sits Chan, his back to you, shoulders square in a dark top. You aren’t sure what time he got out of bed, or what he’s even doing. Part of you wonders if he’ll turn around with another needle like he had the first night. Your breathing is shallow, and you start to wonder if he even realizes you’re awake.

“You fucked this up,” he says quietly. Your heart pounds in your ears and a sick feeling floods your body. What is he talking about?

“This was supposed to be simple. I take you… bait your brother to save you, and get my revenge and now… now it’s a mess and you fucked it up for me.” He finally turns to face you. He has bags under his eyes, like he didn’t sleep well. 

“I… how? What did I do?” You ask quietly, not wanting to anger him. He’s been better to you than you anticipated, you don’t want to ruin that now. 

“I’ve been watching you for a long time, Dragonfly. Years… when I heard the Hwang family had their very own little princess,” he pauses and chuckles dark- or maybe it’s bitter- “I knew it was the perfect plan.” 

“What plan? Why was there a plan?” 

“Like you don’t know.” His voice goes deep, accusing and dark. His eyes squint slightly and his hands grip the arm rest of the chair.

 Danger! Danger! Your brain screams. 

Appease him! But how do you appease a man who gets angry at you and won’t tell you what you did wrong.

“Chan, help me understand what happened.” 

He’s up in a flash, his hand around your throat, not squeezing, but a reminder of his strength- his power. It sends a thrill through you that you don’t want to acknowledge.

“Sophia. Bang.” is all he says, and you can tell his teeth are clenched. 

“I don’t know who that is,” you whisper genuinely, eyes wide.

“She was my sister,” he seethes and his hand drops from your throat. 

“What happened?” 

“You really don’t know…” It’s both a question and a statement. 

You shake your head in response. 

“Sophia was like my mother, despite our year age gap… our mom was so busy helping our dad with the empire neither of them had time. She took care of me, as best she could. Meals, rides to school, help with homework. She taught me how to shoot a gun. Hell, she gave me my first beer,” he chuckles at the memory, a nostalgic look on his face; one of longing and grief. 

“She was all I had. And your family took her from me…” he trails off. 

“Chan-”

“Don’t interrupt me!” He snaps but when he sees you jump he softens his face and his voice.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, “She was at a stop light… It was a drive by.” 

“How do you know it was my family?” 

“Because your brother was conveniently with her that night and he was spared. Hyunjin did it, I know he did… somehow.  He conveniently disappeared after that and didn’t come back for at least a year.” His voice is final; his tone dark. Your stomach knots violently. You never knew Hyunjin to be that kind of ruthless. Of course you knew your family had illegal dealings, it was something you desperately wanted to get away from, and despite them hiding you, you were always under their thumb.

“From that day on, I swore revenge. And now… now it’s fucking ruined because of you!” He shouts in frustration and once again you jump back. He sighs and paces the room.

“Tell me how I can fix it, then..” It wasn’t that you wanted to fix it for him, you just didn’t want things to escalate. That’s what you tell yourself anyway.

“When I saw you in that club,” he sighs with a half groan in frustration, “Gah I knew I had to have you. Then the party last night… you’re making this hard, Dragonfly… harder than it fucking should be.” His face is unreadable. And he avoids your statement.

He leaves the room, slamming the door and locking you in once more. But something in the air feels different now. 

“Chan..?” You hesitantly call out. Nothing.

“Chan!!” Your voice strains as you yell. Your legs swing over the side of the bed and you bang on the door, yelling his name multiple times. 

No answer comes. No footsteps. 

-

Downstairs, Chan paces in his office. He can hear you, but he ignores it. He’s staring at a picture of him and his sister at the beach. He remembers the day like it was yesterday. 

He remembered how his parents promised a beach day so many times to both of them and the day his sister got her license, she surprised him with a trip to one. 

He was so excited, the nerves in his stomach were all twisty. The ocean breeze was cool against his skin, the sand was hot and the water warm. They made sandcastles, she buried him in the sand and vice versa. He even remembers the snow cone she bought him at this cute little shack. She over tipped the old man who was kind enough to not charge full price for his. 

Then the day ended with a walk down the pier, how happy she looked to be able to give him that special day. To give him any shred of a life that wasn’t about the ‘family business’. It was one of the only days he can remember where all day, he felt at peace.

Sophia had a way of doing that for Chan. She burdened the family drama, as much as she could at least, so he didn’t have to at a young age. She was the reason Chan knew Hyunjin in the first place.

He remembers the day he and your brother met. It was rainy, Sophia had convinced Chan she found him a friend that understood him. And Hyunjin did… better than anybody. 

Perhaps that’s why the end of his sister hurt so bad. Did he have hardcore proof that Hyunjin did it? No. But it was the only logic that made sense to him. It drew a line in their relationship forever. 

And now he has you. He pulls out his phone looking at the pictures of you he took your first night when you were passed out and half dressed. He told you he sent the pictures. In reality, he lied. He hadn’t sent anything to Hyunjin. He planned to. But he never could hit send. In a sick way, he felt like they were his little treasures. Something vulnerable. He didn’t want to share. 

But he knows he has to lure Hyunjin somehow. He just isn’t ready to do it yet.

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The car ride home is silent, tense in anticipation. Chan’s hands grip the steering wheel, his knuckles white. The radio is off, the lights and buildings whizz by as he speeds through the city. 

“Did… did I do something wrong..?” Your voice is soft, hesitant. 

He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even look at you. His jaw only feathers. You press your lips into a thin line. Had you actually done something wrong? Was he angry? Was he not? You couldn’t read him. You only knew, whatever he felt, it was strong. 

-

He pulls into the driveway and turns off the engine. He gets out and goes around, opening your door. His grip on your arm is unrelenting and it causes you to hiss. His eyes flash to yours, dark, silently telling you to be quiet. 

He pulls you into the mansion, past the few servants left cleaning, and up the steps, but he doesn’t take you to your door, instead it’s to a new one. 

He pushes the door open and shoves you inside, closing the door behind him. You hear the lock click, and he presses against the door for a moment. 

“What did I do-”

“Stop talking.” His voice is tense, restrained, low as he faces the door. Seconds feel like hours as you stand there, waiting, the fur from the tail whispering against your bare legs. 

“Get on the bed.” There’s no room for protest. You don’t listen; you walk up to him.

“Chan-” His hand goes up around your throat, not squeezing, but he could. He could easily crush your windpipe, but he’s holding himself back. 

“You shouldn’t have done that.. Kissing me like that..” he shakes his head as he trails off. 

“I- he was starring- I thought I was doing what you wanted-” he backs you against the wall as you fumble over your words.

“Y/n,” his tone is warning. You shut your mouth, eyes big and doe like. How do you appease him now? 

His forehead comes to rest on yours, his hand going back around you throat, warmth seeping into your skin from him.

“You have no clue as to why you’re here… do you..?” 

“No,” you whisper. He sighs but instead of explaining he crushes his lips against yours, hand resting around your throat, the other against the wall by your head. You kiss him back, a little sloppy, a little nervous, and a little too eager.

“God you’re just too fucking perfect,” he growls against your lips. 

“Get your ass on the bed. Hands and knees,” he demands now. When you don’t move immediately, he wraps the leash around his hand and walks backwards pulling you with him, your legs stumbling as you’re forced to follow. He bends you over the bed, hiking your dress up. His hand rubs over your bare cheek, staring at the tail, nestled in. One hand braces on your lower back.

“Breathe in,” he says gently. You do so when you feel a gentle tug at the tail. 

“And out,” he says as he gently tugs it from you. The sudden emptiness is strange after being filled for so long. Your forehead goes to the bed, the plug dropping to the floor with a dull thud. 

He unhooks the leash, takes off the ears, but the collar, he leaves. 

Silence once again stretches between you, before a sudden smack is heard and heat blooms on your cheek. You jump, crying out softly in surprise. 

“Chan what-” another one interrupts you. 

One more. Two more. Three more. Heat rises to the surface of your cheeks as he alternates. Asking questions now feels like the wrong move. His hand rubs over each one, helping the sting. 

He bends over your back, his lips at your ear. 

“Stand up.” You do so, dress bunched, your lack of underwear exposing you completely. 

“Pull your dress down.” 

You obey without hesitation. 

“If you ever kiss me like that again.. I am not responsible for what happens.” His tone is dark, warning. It excites you in a way it logically shouldn’t; it makes you want to poke the bear.

He takes your hand and walks you down the hall, pushing you into your bedroom, locking the door leaving you in utter silence. No instructions, no kind of plan, no clothes.

Nothing. 

-

Late that night, you’re asleep, until you feel a weight dip the king size mattress behind you. You freeze as you feel an arm go around your middle. He doesn’t speak, but you can smell him, he’s showered, fresh cologne, something woodsy. 

Heat radiates from his body, and you aren’t sure what to do. Do you speak and risk some kind of punishment? Do you lay here and pretend to be asleep? How do you placate the monster who’s taken you from your life, cut off everyone, and humiliated you?

Silence stretches as you lay there, heart hammering. 

“Go back to sleep,” are the only words you hear and they send a shiver down your spine. He’s not threatening, he’s not commanding, it’s like a sleepy plea. His voice- it’s almost soft, like a young boy. His thumbs rubs tiny circles over your stomach. 

You force yourself to relax, the man wants you to sleep. So you do. 

But as you drift off, you find yourself wondering, is he really a monster? Or is he just complicated?

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You come to, tucked into the bed, the sun streaming in through the barred windows. Your mouth tastes awful, your body feels sluggish and your movements are heavy. 

The smell of pancakes hits your nose and you turn your head to see a stack on the bedside table, with a glass of orange juice and syrup. Your body seems to be twice as heavy as you move. The room spins for a minute. 

You set the tray on the bed, eating a few bites. The lock on the door clicks and it swings open. You freeze seeing Chan. 

“You’re awake, good. How do you feel?” 

“...Sluggish.” you answer hesitantly. 

“Yeah that’s an unfortunate side effect.” His eyes lock onto your bra clad chest, a soft smile on his face. You look down and your eyes widen.

“You.. you didn’t…” your voice comes out scared, horrified even.

He doesn’t answer. He only grins smugly. He watches the panic rise within you with sharp amusement. 

“Relax, Dragonfly. If I had, you’d know. Trust me. Besides, I’m a monster… but I’m not inhumane. If I was gonna do that, you’d be awake to witness it.” 

“Then where are my clothes?”

“In the dirty clothes.”

“Why?!” 

He walks over, taking the tray and sitting it on the bedside table, your gaze doesn’t break but he crawls on the bed hovering over you.

“Watch. Your. Tone.” He warns. Your breathing gets heavier. You're silent and he mockingly cups your cheek, the pad of his thumb rough against your cheek.

“That’s better. Now to answer your question. I sent some pictures to your brother. Told him you’re safe with me as long as he doesn’t try to save you. But you know he will.”  His tone is sweet, mockingly so. It makes your stomach knot. 

“Ur not letting me go..?” 

“I don’t know, Dragonfly. I might. Once I’ve had my revenge. But then again, I wouldn’t be leaving you much to go back to, so I may just keep you as my pretty little prisoner.” 

Your eyes widen.

“W-what?”

“You’ll understand soon, sweetheart.” He kisses your forehead. 

“As long as you don’t try to run, you’re safe, for now.” His voice drops low, menacing. He gets off and heads towards the door. 

“Y/n,” he says looking just over his shoulder, “If you run, there will be consequences.” 

“Will I ever leave this room?” You ask desperately. He waits, before smiling. 

“You will," his smile is cunning, "Now get in the shower. We have an event to attend tonight, and I want you fresh.”

The door closes with a final click, the silence feels threatening more so than it does comforting. You slide out of bed, movements getting a little more fluid and easier. 

You pad over to the shower, turning it on. The sound of the water slices through the silence. Steam billows above the shower, wafting into the spacious bathroom. You step under the warm spray, letting the heat relax the rest of your stiff muscles. 

You notice he’s stocked the bathroom with a loofa and body wash, your favorite scent. Along with bar soap, shampoo and conditioner. It's a surprising detail. It reinforces your curiosity of just how long he’d been planning this- been watching.

-

As you're looking in the closet for a dress the door to the bedroom opens and shuts, his large frame in the doorway of the closet. He walks in right behind you, his hands on your waist and you stiffen. His nose goes to your neck.

“You used the body wash,” you can hear the smirk in his voice, “Good girl.” His fingers dig into your hips a little. 

“It’s a shame Hyunjin has such a pretty sister. In a different life, maybe,” he trails off, his voice oddly warm, almost, nostalgic. His arm reaches over you, pulling out a short red dress. 

“You’ll wear this. Put it on.” His voice is back to being cold and firm. You wait for him to leave.

“Uhm, can I have some privacy?” 

“You do realize I’ve seen you practically naked. When you were being a little slut on that stage for those men,” you can hear the irritation, and it confuses you. The name stings but you don’t say anything, you just look down. You don't want to make him angry.

“Get dressed. Now.” You slip off the soft robe, stepping into the dress. It’s low in the back, and barely covers anything. 

“Come with me, we need to apply your.. accessories.” The way the words come out, it makes your stomach clench. You walk out of the closet with him and notice some things on the desk. A set of ears, a collar, a leash, and a tail. 

“Chan…” your voice is weary. He walks over and grabs the collar first. He walks back towards you and you put up your hands but he backs you to the wall.

“Don’t fight me, Dragonfly. You won’t wear it constantly.” He fastens the collar around your neck. It’s snug, but not enough to choke. He places the ears on next. 

“Get on the bed, hands and knees.” he says firmly. 

“Chan-”

“Y/n, do it. Now.” 

You reluctantly walk over to the bed, and position yourself. He hikes the dress around your waist, no underwear present. He grabs a bottle of lube and coats his fingers.

“I’m not a monster,” he murmurs as his finger circles your hole. You whimper in fear and strangely, slight anticipation that you don’t understand.

“Try to relax, it doesn’t hurt as bad that way.” He slowly pushes in a finger, making you gasp. He lets your body get used to the intrusion before working it to stretch you. 

“Good girl,” he praises with a gentle kiss to your shoulder blade. He adds another finger, working them to stretch you for the plug. Chan coats the plug in the lube, before he works it in, making you gasp once more as its seated. The feeling foreign and full.

“There. Perfect.” He smirks as he looks at your ass, tail hanging down. He pulls the dress down over you, tail seated and hanging just behind your legs. He attaches the leash to the collar and gives you a pair of heels to wear, before placing the ears on your head, effectively turning you into his little pet. 

“When we get there, you’ll crawl beside me. Understood?” 

“Crawl?! What am I, a dog?!” 

“Yes.” His voice makes your blood run cold. He’s really doing this. 

-

The minute you step inside the of the building, he pushes you to your knees.

“Stay by my side. Do not talk.” He says firmly before walking in with you. Eyes land on Chan then on you, and your face heats up. Some look on with curiosity, others with pity or sympathy, and a few are indifferent. 

Chan walks over to a group of guys, chatting, something about arms dealers and how they're not holding up their end of the deal. You don't pay full attention. You focus on the song in the background, something to try and take your mind off the utter humiliation. No one else is crawling around on the ground like this. But they all cast glances and some whisper.

“Pretty pet,” a man suddenly says and reaches down, patting your head condescendingly. Your jaw clenches but a hand wraps around the man’s wrist. 

“Minho,” he says lowly and dangerously calm, “She’s not yours.” the warning is clear, you’re not to be touched by anyone. Minho smirks and winks at you, pulling back. 

They go back to their conversation for another few minutes before the group disperses. 

“You ever wanna share her? I’ll pay. Well.” Minho instigates. 

“Keep talking about her like that and you won’t have a tongue to talk with anymore.” Chan gets in his face, his hand gripping your leash so tight his knuckles turn white. Minho smirks at you over his shoulder before looking back to Chan.

“Walk away, Minho,” he growls, Minho sips his drink before raising it as a mock goodbye. Chan is fuming, you can feel it in the way he tugs on the leash. 

“In my lap, now.” He says as he sits in a large chair toward the middle of the room. He places you in his lap, tucking you into his side. 

“Let me explain something to you, nobody else will touch you. Ever. Do you understand me?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, not sure how to placate his obvious rage. 

“Good. Now.. act like you enjoy this.” 

“What? How?”

“Lick my jaw like the good puppy you are.” he says in your ear, his smirk evident. Your tongue darts out, licking over his jaw like he said. He hums in pleasure and you seem to have placated the monster. So you continue. Something in your gut, despite how wrong it feels, likes knowing you can make him happy, even if it is like this.

Your nose nuzzles against his jaw and neck, you’re playing your part. Making him happy so he doesn’t really lose his cool. Or at least, that’s what you’re telling yourself. Every so often his fingers dig into your hip, a little squeeze then release. Your brows furrow so the next time he does it, you turn, and your eyes find the man from earlier, Minho, across the room looking at you. 

You notice how Chan’s jaw feathers.

Placate…

Appease the monster…

You turn his face to yours and before he can speak, your lips are on his, slow and sensual. His hand tangles in your hair, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you, the music fades, people aren’t real and time doesn’t exist as his tongue massages yours. Your manicured fingers gently rest along his jaw, his other hand pulling you impossibly closer. 

You pull away and the look in Chan’s eye is something you’ve not seen in the short time you’ve been around him. 

“I’m taking you home. Now.”

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“My name is Diamo-”

“Your name is Hwang Y/N, baby sister to Hwang Hyunjin, princess of the Hwang Family.” He crosses his arms over his chest and your heart feels like it’s going to explode out of your chest. 

“Who the hell-” 

“Chan, Bang Chan,” he pulls down his mask and has a smug smirk on his face. 

“Nice to make your acquaintance.” Silence stretches, you’d heard about Chan. Whispers at events and family functions. He’s dangerous, he’s a skilled assassin, he’s ruthless and rude. 

“What do you want with me…” 

“Your time.” he says vaguely. 

“What do you mean…” 

“I mean you're leaving here and coming home with me.” Your breathing basically stops. Before you realize what’s happening, his mask is back up and he’s dragging you through the club and to a van. 

The doors slam open and he tosses you in before sitting beside you.

“Listen, I don’t know what you want from me-”

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re coming home with me. I’m keeping you and when your brother inevitably comes to save you, I end him slow and messy.” He says these words like it’s nothing, like he’s discussing a sports game.

“Chan-”

“Dragonfly, this can go one of two ways. You can obey me and make this as painless as possible. Or you can argue, fight me and I make this painful.”

“You’re threatening me?!” 

“No, I’m promising you.” The car whizzes past the city, lights and buildings blurring in the windows. As your mouth goes to open Chan gives you a look that silently says to keep your mouth shut. 

The mansion comes into view, its multiple stories with balconies on each side and in the front. The car pulls up to the front door, and he gets out, dragging you with him. His hand stays clamped around your wrist as he pulls you up the steps.

“Chan! Hold on-” 

“Walk faster.” He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t even hesitate. Inside the mansion is beautiful, but it lacks personality. There’s a marble floor, but no color, just black and white furniture and appliances. A couple cold but obviously professional paintings. There’s a grand kitchen across the hall from a large living room complete with a fireplace. 

“Get a good look, you won’t see much of it.”

“What?!” He doesn’t respond, the shy, mysterious client is gone, now you’re facing a man who’s strong and angry. He takes you to a room on the second floor. The dark door opens, and inside is a room with a bed, a tv, an en-suite bathroom, and barred windows. 

“Welcome to your new home.” He grins wolfish and condescending before he pushes you inside, slamming the door shut. A lock turns and your heart races.

“Chan!” You beat on the door, and there’s no response. He’s left you alone for the time being. You walk around the room. None of this makes sense. You hadn’t done anything to the guy, why did he want you? The bathroom is extravagant, a large standalone tub, a shower, a double sink vanity. You look at the tub, noticing jets and even controls giving it a luxurious feel. 

There’s a walk-in closet to the corner of the bathroom, where clothes, both fancy and casual hang. All of them are exactly your size and similar to what you wear. The realization gives you a bone chilling revelation. 

He’s been watching you. 

A nauseous feeling presents itself in your stomach. Who exactly is this guy.. And what the hell does he want? 

Your heels cause your feet to ache, and you slip them off, your feet now touching the cold floor. Your dress is short, the air cold, forcing goosebumps to rise on your skin as you look out the window between the bars at the sunset. 

Would Hyunjin know to look for you? Would he even realize you were missing? It had been days since you talked. The thoughts cause your head to ache. The bed is large, it dominates the middle of the room along the dark painted wall. The blankets are soft, fluffy and warm. The sheets are fresh, like they were washed earlier that day. Like he had prepared this for you.

Sitting on the bed you stare at the ceiling, a chandelier hangs down, making the room feel fancy, elite, and yet all you feel is an unnerving chill to the cold atmosphere. 

You turn the tv on, a low hum of noise in the otherwise deadly silent room, but it doesn’t help. Eventually the lock clicks over and the door opens, revealing Chan with a tray of food. 

“Figured you might be getting hungry.” He smiles. The way he’s so casual about this makes your skin crawl. 

“What am I here for?” 

“All in due time, dragonfly.” His grin is that wolfish, smug smile. 

“What did I ever do to you for you to take me prisoner?” He fixes your food on a plate, it’s your favorite. It makes questions swirl in your head. 

“It’s your favorite,” he presents it gently, with a coke. 

“How long have you been watching me..?”

You’re not entirely sure you want the answer, but all of this is so crazy you need something, some form of clarity. 

“For a long while, dragonfly.” 

“Why…” the nickname he keeps calling you feels possessive. It grates on your nerves. 

“You’ll find out. Now eat.” His voice is firm. He notices your hesitation.

“It’s not poisoned, besides if that were the plan, you never would’ve left the club.” He keeps that same grin on his face. 

“Now eat. You’re going to need your strength.” 

“What for…” 

“Eat.” The word is clipped, his face now falling to a frown. The fork clanks against the plate as you eat. The food is delicious, but the silence is thick with unsaid words and tension.

“You said you were a business man…” 

“Yeah.” He watches you eat, eyes sharp.

“You know my brother…” 

“Uh huh.” 

“Friend or foe?” 

“What do you think, dragonfly?” The inflection in his voice says he wants you to guess, despite the answer being obvious.

“What did he do?” 

Chan chuckles, it’s dark and it sends a shiver down our spine. 

“You’re a curious one. The time for questions is over. Finish your food.” 

He watches you eat every bite. It's uncomfortable. It’s weird. It's obsessive even. Once your plate is clean, and your soda can is empty, he takes the tray and walks out abruptly, the door closing and the lock once again clicking in place. Your brows furrow, waiting in the room awkwardly.

Minutes pass and the door opens again. This time he’s carrying a case. 

“What’s that…?” You trail off, fear present in your voice. He turns his back to you, setting the case on the little desk under the tv mounted on the wall. 

“Ch-Chan..?” 

His body is large enough that you can’t really see what he’s doing. Once he turns around, you can see the needle. 

“What the fuck is that?!” Panic seizes your voice as you back against the headboard. He advances towards you. 

“Shhh, relax, Dragonfly. It's just going to help you relax.” 

“I am relaxed!” It comes out rushed, frantic. 

“Give me your arm, don’t make this harder.” 

At the last second you scoot off the bed, going into the bathroom, heart racing, and when you're about to lock the door, he busts through it, forcing the door to knock into your forehead.

You cry out in pain and walk backwards falling back into the tub where he follows you, taking your arm and injecting the needle. 

“No! No!” You squirm but it’s too late. It’s done. The liquid is warm in your veins. 

“What.. was that..” your voice slurs suddenly. 

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re just going to sleep.” His grin is sick, as your vision spots. 

“That’s a good girl.” He praises you, but his tone is vile and condescending as it fades out and everything goes dark.

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The bass thuds, the lights flash, the club is smokey, just like every Friday night when you work. Suddenly the lights go down, plunging the crowd into darkness before strobes of light cast onto the crowd and a man’s voice comes alive on the speakers. 

“Please welcome back to the stage…. Diamond!” He announces and you walk up, a picture of innocence and sex appeal combined in one; heels tall and hair done up.

The crowd is shaded in pinks and reds from the lights and dollars that start flying as your hips move when the music starts. The pole to the center is an anchor, both to dance and bend down to grab the cash. You look over the crowd, winking, smiling, blowing kisses. 

But what you don’t see is the man on the upper floor, towards the back. He’s sitting with a few people, but when his eyes find your scantily clad body, his breathing stops and his hand clenches the whiskey glass to the point that his knuckles turn pale white. 

Your top falls away, and immediately he sets the glass down with a hard click. He notices how guys and even a few ladies fawn all over you while you dance, throwing money at you. It grates on his nerves. 

You continue the dance, the lights harsh and warm against your skin. As you turn you get a view of each side of the stage, faces are blurry, only a few are distinguishable. Strangers with a look of lust.

You tease the strap of your underwear, pulling it down before letting it go back up on your hip with a flirty smile, biting your manicured nail. The whole time, Chan is up on the upper level, grinding his teeth, the muscle in his jaw jumping with every clench. He finally downs the rest of the drink and slams down the glass with a harsh clink. He goes to the bar down stairs, the whole time, his eyes are on you.

The song is coming to an end, and judging by the amount of bills on the stage floor, you made a decent amount. You end in a sexy pose once the music stops and applause erupts, more money being tossed as you smile innocent but flirty. You pick up your top, quickly tying it up in the back before collecting your bills. 

“And that was Diamond! Give her another round of applause!” The announcer smiles over at you and you wave sweetly with a wink. You give one last wave to the crowd as you finish collecting your money and head back to the dressing room. 

You put your stage money in your bag in your locker before you lock it up. Music continues to play and the lights flash still as you walk out onto the floor, a sea of strangers walking around along with other dancers. 

“Diamond!” 

You look in the direction of the voice, and you see the manager waving you over. A polite smile finds itself on your lips and your feet carry you over to him. 

“Hey, Zeke! What’s up?” 

“Baby girl, that was a great set. So good in fact, someone has requested you for an hour, paid in advance.” 

A wad of cash is flashed in front of you and your eyes light up. 

“What room?” You reach for the cash and Zeke points to the hallway with doors on each side. 

“Last door on the left.” He winks at you and once you’ve secured the cash you quickly lock it up in the back and walk down the hallway. The door opens under your hand, the room is bathed in dim warm lighting. You notice the mask on the guy's face. His eyes are visible, but his nose, mouth, and chin are covered. He sits on the plush couch, legs spread and eyes following you closely. 

“You shy, sweetheart? Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” you wink and he sits there, motionless. It’s almost eerie, but the $1,000 in your wallet causes you to push forward. His hair is done up nice and neat, the button up tight against his skin.

An odd feeling twists in your gut but you ignore it. The sultry music begins and you walk over, a pole sitting in the middle of the room. You start dancing, the silence is thick with tension. 

“So why do you do this?” His voice comes out gravelly as he pulls out his wallet. More cash is produced and your eyes raise.

“I need the money,” you say vaguely. 

“Why?” He pushes. 

“I uhm.. I just do.” You smile, politely. 

“Why you wearing that mask?” You get into his lap, making the dance more personal. 

“Because I need to.” he answers with the same vagueness you do. 

“Touche,” you smirk and grind. 

“Am I allowed to touch?” 

“Normally, no… But… you can hold my hips.” 

“I’m special then.” He says it like a statement, not a question. 

“Maybe you intrigue me.” You flirt as you press your chest into his face. His eyes flutter closed as the heat radiates from your body. 

You continue the dance and his hands find your hips. As you grind down you can feel the effect of your performance through his pants. You stifle a soft embarrassed giggle and continue dancing. 

The song comes to an end and he leaves a generous tip on the couch. 

“You work tomorrow night too?” 

“Why? Wanna come back and see me?” 

“Absolutely,” he admits. A furious blush pushes its way upon your cheeks.

“Yeah… I work tomorrow.” Your voice is now drained of confidence, it’s now a shy sweet tone. Something that makes his heart skip a beat.

“I’ll see you then.” He’s out the door before you can even say goodbye. 

-

That night you go home, your mind is consumed with the masked client who promised to show up tomorrow. His hair and eyes haunt you. His voice, deep, serious and sweet. The way he looked at you, you don’t know how, but it was different. 

Only time will tell if he shows up the next night. 

- 

The music pulses and while you try to forget about your masked client. Every time you see the front door open, you look hoping to see him, but you never do. Each time a twinge of disappointment courses through your gut.

The time comes for your stage dance, and the whole time you search for him, both on the 1st floor and the 2nd floor. 

The earlier part of the night went, no sign. You don’t let it affect your performance, especially when you see normal clients. You put on the same mask as every work night, the flirty smile, the sparkly eyes and sweet voice. 

The stage dance ends and you’re pulled left and right. Mostly regulars, but a few new people. 

Finally as the night is about to conclude, Zeke approaches you. 

“Diamond, you wanna take one last dance? He paid up front again.” Your stomach clenches as he flashes the same wad of cash from last night. You smile and take it, locking it away the same as last night. 

As you walk in, there he sits, in a black tank top and black pants, mask to match. Your eyes roam, seeing the definition in his arms.

“I didn’t think you’d show up.” 

“I told you I would.” His voice is so casual. 

“My shift is technically over. I’m staying over for this.” You inform him. 

“Let me make it worth your while.” He flashes double the amount he paid you. 

“You don’t have to-” 

“I know,’ he shrugs and throws it down on the table like it’s nothing. The music starts. 

“I want a lap dance.” His voice, his tone, the air around him tells you he’s not big on being told no. And he did pay… very well. 

“Alright darlin.” You give him a flirty wink.

“So, you wanna tell me what you do for work?” You ask as your hips move in his lap. His hands find their way back, like they belong there, and it feels strangely like they might. 

“I’m a business man.” His tone is short, but casual.

“What kind of business?” 

“Classified information, sweetheart.” 

“Mysterious.” you smirk but continue the dance.

“Did you have a good day before work?” Your movements falter for only a brief moment. He notices.

“Uhm, y-yeah. I did.” 

“What’s the matter?” 

“Nothing, just.. No one asks about my day. It… caught me off guard.” 

Something about that makes Chan’s blood boil. Anyone should count themselves lucky to even be in your presence. His hand goes up your back pulling you closer, forcing a small gasp from your lips. 

“Let me take you out to dinner, Diamond.” Your eyes widen slightly.

“I don’t date my clients, sweetheart. It muddies things. I’m paid to be a performer.” 

“So that’s a no?” 

“Unfortunately, handsome,” you nod slowly. He nods his head, but you can tell he’s thinking. 

“Then I guess I’ll settle for this.. For now.” he says. The rest of the dance is more tense. The music ends, but his fingers flex against your hips. 

“Dance is over, sweetheart-”

“Do you have to go?” his voice sounds strangely vulnerable.

“My shift is over.” 

“Just to talk.” 

“I should get home..” You get up off his lap with a polite smile. 

“Y/N,” you freeze, eyes wide. No one in this establishment knows your real name… So how does he?

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The palace comes into view, the trees are an array of yellows, reds and orange’s, servants move in and out of the castle you call home as the carriage pulls into the gate and up to the front doors. The door opens and your father, King Ludan, steps out. 

You follow out from behind him, smiling as familiar faces come into view, you wave as you walk behind your father, some of your handmaidens coming to ask about the trip and let you know your chambers have been prepared in case you need rest. 

As you’re about to cross the threshold into the castle, you notice a boy with dark hair and tanned skin, walking one of your horses to the stables. 

“Zara,” you call out to your hand maiden.

“Yes, princess?” 

“Who is that,” you point to the boy, watching as his shirt billows slightly in the wind.

“Oh that’s Han, he’s a stable boy. Or… he will be if your father approves of him.”

“Why wouldn’t my father approve?” 

“Well, he was caught in a compromising situation while you and King Ludan were away.”

“Compromising how..?” You watch as he disappears into the stables across the yard before walking inside. 

“You’ll find out soon enough. Your father is already being briefed on the situation.” 

You notice your father being led to the throne room instead of his chambers.

“You should rest, princess-”

“No, I'll change and join my father.” 

“Princess, respectfully, I don’t know that you would be allowed-” 

You start walking towards your room to change. Zara sticks close to you, helping you into the dress. She doesn’t fight you, she doesn’t try to deter you, she knows better by now. Your mind is made up. 

Your feet carry you to the doors of the throne room and you slip in, walking towards the throne where your father sits, a stern look on his face. As you walk closer, Han looks at you, and you notice immediately he’s covered in dirt, his hair is messy, there’s even some dried blood on his lip.

“Y/n, wait outside.” 

“No way-”

“I will not tell you again!” Your father’s voice booms, echoing in the room. For a moment, time stops. Tension rises, and you can feel Han’s eyes on you.

“I will stay.” Your voice is stern but calm. You notice the muscle in your father’s jaw. The door opens behind you as he opens his mouth to argue. It’s one of your father’s messengers. He looks beat up. 

Your father rubs his temple as you take your seat beside him. 

“Please present your case.” You speak up, your father sinking into his throne, as if he’s too exhausted to take charge in this moment.

“Your majesty, while you were away, I was on a horse, bringing back a letter from your mother when something spooked my horse and I was thrown off,” he pauses, cracking his neck, “I tried to look but ultimately couldn’t find the horse. Two days later, he somehow got through the gates and came up riding on the horse.” You nod as he tells the story, your eyes flicking over to the slightly nervous boy who keeps his eyes on the floor.

“He claims he wanted to return it, I say he stole it and felt guilty.” The man finishes. 

“What’s your name, boy?” Your father’s voice is laced with impatience. 

“H-Han,” he says and briefly, your breath catches. His voice is deeper than you anticipated. 

“For your crime, you’ll be hanged. Take him to the dungeon.” Your father waves his hand and a jolt runs through your gut. 

“Wait!” The room freezes as you stand.

“You won’t even hear his side of the story? How is that fair?” 

“Daughter-” 

“Father!” You give him a slight attitude before turning your attention to Han.

“What happened, Han?” 

“Princess he stole-”

“Silence!” Your voice now booms and echos in the throne room. The messenger steps back, taken aback by your harsh tone. You're normally seen as sweet, docile, never as abrasive or authoritative. 

“I-I was walking home from-from my job at the market- my family sells the stuff we grow in the garden, it was my shift that- and I was walking home when this harlequin horse ran down the road-”

“Wait- Harlequin horse…” you interrupt him before looking at the messenger with raised brows. 

“Louis, why in the name of God’s green earth would you take Jigsaw out when you have your own horse?!” 

“I- princess y/n-”

“Why did you take my personal horse?!” Your voice raises but you keep yourself controlled.

“My horse was sick, Jigsaw was available-” his words only angered you more. There were plenty of horses and your father has always forbid anyone from taking your horse out.

“Quiet! If you ever take my horse out again without my knowledge it will be you in the dungeon!” 

“Y/n,” your father begins but you shoot him a look that would end him and his entire reign, if it could. 

“Why were you riding the horse when bringing it back?” 

“Princess, I swear- I- I found him, calmed him and rode him home, wanting to be sure it wasn’t a neighbor’s or anything. When a friend saw it, she said she thought it looked like it belonged to the palace, so I brought it back that afternoon. I swear, I wouldn’t steal, not from anyone.” His voice grows slightly desperate, his eyes widening. 

“You had a horse that didn’t belong to you, boy-” 

“And he returned him.” You immediately retort.

“Wait, how did you subdue him? Jigsaw is horrible with strangers,” you ask without giving your father another chance to speak. 

“I know how to handle them, your majesty. I-I was raised around them,” he speaks nervously, wringing his hands together, eyes briefly flitting up to look at you before going back down. 

“You can work in the stables then,” your father chimes in, desperate to finish this. Han’s head snaps up and his eyes widen.

“R-really- thank you, your majesty, for such kindness I won’t let you d-down-”

“That is where you’ll stay. You will take care of them from sun up to sun down, you will sleep in an empty stall. Now go. Tend to them.” He waves his hand and Han bows before walking out quickly. 

“Seriously? You’re making him sleep there?” 

“I will hear no more, I am exhausted.”

“But-” Y/n! I mean it! I am done!” He shouts before getting up and walking out of the throne room. 

“Yeah, well I’m not.” You grumble to yourself before walking out and into your chambers to rest. But it's no use. Rest doesn’t come, your thoughts are consumed with the boy who saved your horse. 

The afternoon grows long, the sun slowly disappearing behind the hills and mountains in the distance. You pace your room staring out the window, wondering about the kind, scared boy you saw earlier. As the sun finally goes down, night takes over and once it’s late enough, you decide to grab a blanket. The nights grow cold, even in a stable. 

You quietly make your way down stairs in your pajamas. The guards simply mind their business. No one would actually let you leave the grounds. But you’ve been known to go on late night walks or even a late night swim in the river. The grass is cool under your feet, the night wind chilly as it bites through the thin fabric of your night gown. You walk in torches lighting the stable slightly and the smell of horses hits you. Jigsaw is first in the stalls and he neighs happily as he sees you. A small smile plants itself on your face as you give him love and attention. 

A few other horses, some of your fathers, some that pull the carriage, and a couple fouls are placed around the stable. You find one towards the end, appearing empty before you hear a slight rustling. 

Gently you push the small door open to reveal Han, looking small and fragile almost, curled in a ball. You gently place the blanket around him, and his head snaps in your direction.

“Wha- oh!” He breathes as he sees you bent down.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you..” you trail off with an apologetic smile. 

“Thank you, Princess..” he pulls the blanket over his shoulder. You can see the dirt slightly caked onto his cheek, mud in his hair. He’d been working hard. 

“Are you hungry..? Thirsty?” He simply shakes his head. You can’t tell if he’s lying. 

“I guess I’ll let you sleep then,” you say softly and just as you’re about to stand up fully, his fingers wrap around your wrist. You look at your wrist, slightly surprised. Most wouldn’t dare touch you without permission. 

Han realizes this very quickly and lets go, eyes wide with fear. 

“I-I’m sorry I just.. I just wanted to say tha- thank you, uhm, ya know, for- for earlier…” 

Your face remains neutral. 

“You don’t have to be afraid..” you whisper before sitting down beside him. He offers you a half smile. For a moment there’s silence, it’s not awkward though like one might think. It's comfortable. Soft noises from the horses, the sound of each other’s breathing. 

“You said Jigsaw was your personal horse?” His question comes out soft and vulnerable. 

“Mhm, he was a foal from my mother’s horse. When Duchess gave birth she basically told my father that Jigsaw was to be mine and he couldn’t stop her,” you giggle softly. 

“She, uhm, she was a force for sure. My father had planned to sell the horse or make it a working horse for the land around the castle, but when he saw how attached I grew, he couldn’t bring himself to take it away from me.” A soft chuckle leaves you as you remember how your father folded when he saw how much you had bonded with the horse. 

“It wasn’t long after that, maybe a few months, she fell ill and… yeah.” You find yourself fixating on the hay bail across from you. 

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t imagine,” he says sympathetically, his hand trembling just slightly before he settles it on your thigh. Your eyes go to his hand. He’s touched you again. You let out another soft chuckle. 

“What’s funny..?” 

“You do realize I’m a princess… that people don’t.. Touch me,” your eyes find his. For a moment the two of you stare at each other before he slowly recoils his hand. 

“Sorry,” he whispers. You shake your head.

“No, it’s.. Its nice. People are so careful around me. Almost no one treats me like a human being, Zara is the only one and that’s in private. Or I’m talked down to, like because I’m a woman, I’m less.”

“I don’t think you're less,” he says softly. You smile sweetly, your eyes searching his. Despite the caked on dirt, Han’s cute. He’s sweet too. Something you don’t see a lot of.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you say slightly vulnerable. 

“Me too…” the moment is tense, tension is palpable and you know you should leave. 

“I uhm.. I should get back. But I’ll see you tomorrow..” you whisper. But you don’t move. Han nods and his eyes now search yours. 

You slowly push yourself up, dusting the hay off your pants. You throw him one last look and walk out of the stables, the grass once again cool and soft under your bare feet as you walk back to the castle and to your room- the rest of the night filled with thoughts of Han in that stable.

-

Over the course of the next few weeks, Han and you have many late night meetings, see each other around the grounds and trade stories of loss, childhood, and happy memories. You share secrets. So does he. 

After a month, it’s become a nightly tradition for you to visit him. You’ve brought him a pillow, more blankets, you’d even bought him a couple change of clothes. 

One afternoon, you’re watching out the window, watching as Han helps a new horse settle in, watching the care and love he’s showing it, obviously gawking, when Zara comes over.

“Princess, if I may speak so boldly, just tell your father.” 

You look at her like she’s grown 7 new heads. 

“Do you know what he would do? He would first laugh, thinking I’m joking. Then upon realizing I’m not. He would deny it. Plain and simple.” You shrug as you go back to watching Han, a soft smile gracing his face as the horse leans into his touch. 

Zara stands with you, and for a moment the titles don’t matter. 

“You would be happy with him,” she says quietly. You nod. 

“I would.” 

“So go be happy,” she whispers. You half scoff half laugh. 

“I mean it, even if its in the dead of night, go be happy. You deserve a little bit of happiness. Especially with the weight of the world on your shoulders like it is.” She says with finality before bowing and walking off. 

-

That night, like every other night before, you go down to the stables, finding Han in the horse stall, waiting. 

“Hey,” he smiles happily and stands, “I missed you today,” he admits sheepishly. You smile softly as you hug him, tucking your face into his shoulder.

“Missed you too,” you say muffled. For a moment you hold each other, something shifting between you. Han’s arms squeeze tighter around you as you hide your face in his neck. 

“I’m tired,” you admit softly.

“I can only imagine,” he says just loud enough for you to hear. 

“My brain won’t shut off,” you whisper. For a second, you wonder if he heard you, but his hand gently pulls your face close to his, his thumb tracing your cheek, before his forehead rests against yours. 

“Han,” you whisper brokenly, emotions trying to well up. 

“I’m here,” he whispers back, his hand now cupping your cheek. Your noses brush, lips millimeters apart. You breath stutters before he presses his lips to yours, tentative at first. You don’t pull away, instead you lean in, pressing yours firmly against his. A slow smile spreads against his lips as the kiss turns heavier, his arm like steel around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck as your lips move in a perfect sync. A soft whimper leaves you as his tongue darts out against your lips, and your mouth opens to let him explore. His tongue massages yours gently as he presses his body into yours. 

Suddenly he pulls away. 

“Holy shit- oh my god- we can’t- not here- not- no-” 

“Han-” 

“No you’re- you’re the princess, oh god don’t tell your father, please I’m sorry-” 

“Han!” 

“You should go- or- or I should go- maybe I- yeah I should go-”

“HAN!” You shout slightly, having to grab his shoulders.

“Huh..?” He asks quietly, eyes wide and frantic. 

“It’s okay.. I wanted you to kiss me,” you say gently.

“Really…?” 

“Mhm,” you nod with a sly smile, “In fact, I wanna do it again,” you say before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. 

He folds. Instantly. Like a lawn chair. The boy is putty in your hands. So much so that as soon as your tongue meets his, he whimpers into your mouth. The sound goes straight to your core. He pulls you down with him into the clean hay before he gently pushes you onto your back. 

“I wanna taste you, y/n,” he whispers softly. 

“Please do,” you breathe as his hands caress your thighs. His lips find your neck as his hands start to roam, first your stomach under the night gown, before it’s quickly lost and he’s cupping your breasts.

“I saw you,” he mumbles against your neck, “Today, walking in from the market trip you took, god I wanted to,” he kisses your neck again, “Just pull you into a private area and take you.” His teeth sink into your neck as you gasp, the spot likely to bruise.

“Every mark you make, is one I have to explain,” you remind him breathlessly as he does it again, closer to the base of your neck now.

“You’re a goddess,” he says reverently before kissing down your breast, and running his tongue over the hardened bud, making your back arch and a gasp leave you. Your eyes close as the sensation is like nothing you’ve ever felt, soft whimpers leaving you.

“Han!” You're breathless as he lets go and gives the same attention to the other, while his fingers gently roll and pinch the neglected one. Louder whimpers leave you, straw sticking to your hair as the stable suddenly starts to feel much warmer than before. 

Han’s eyes are closed as he sucks, teasing with his tongue. Your hips shift on instinct. He grins as he kisses down your stomach, his hands removing your underwear. 

He pulls them off slowly, kissing every inch of your thighs as he does so. He tosses the underwear off to the side before settling down on his stomach, hooking your thighs over his shoulders and spreading you open. He blows a stream of air onto your clit that makes you hiss and your hips jolt. 

“Han..” it comes out breathy, whimpery. He kisses over you first, before flattening out his tongue, dragging it from the bottom to the top. You watch as his eyes roll back, and you gasp as his tongue starts to flick over your nub. 

He’s gentle at first. 

Your noise comes out desperate. Han hums softly as he settles more, eyes closed as he continues, making his movements a little faster and more firm before he looks up at you, dark boba eyes holding yours for a second before he focuses on the task at hand.

“God yes!” You cry out loudly. Thankfully the stables are far enough away from the palace, no one can hear.

“Han-” you gasp as his tongue enters you and his eyes lock with yours before you groan and tilt your head back against the hay. 

“Je- agh!” he sucks on your clit, a finger breaching your hole. 

“Han! Wait!” You gasp and slightly sit up, and Han freezes, looking up, mouth still attached to you, eyes wide before slowly backing away.

“What did I do?” 

“Nothing, I just.. I’m..uhm.. Well I’ve never…”

Han simply nods, understanding dawning on him, and kisses you softly. 

“I’ll be gentle, and if it hurts too much we’ll stop, okay?” He promises softly. It gives you a sense of safety, security and you nod, laying back down. 

He resumes the position, paying close attention to your clit to try and help you relax, his finger inserting and hooking up, slowly moving, hitting the sweet spot, and you gasp. 

He smiles to himself as he repeats his actions, going slow, giving you time to adjust before he picks up the pace, adding a finger, slowly scissoring his fingers to help stretch you. 

Pressure builds as he teases you with the edge of an explosion before he backs away, repeating this multiple times. Your hand goes to his hair, so that the next time he wants to back away, you hold him there. He groans as you tug at his hair, and he goes harder, barring down on you, his only goal- your pleasure. 

It builds, stomach tightening with each passing second before fireworks go off, your body tenses and you let out a groaned scream, your hips bucking against his face as he licks you through the ecstasy. 

Finally your body starts to relax and your chest heaves up and down, slightly bouncing from the velocity. Han pulls back, chin glistening in the low light of the barn. 

“You okay?” He asks before kissing up your body reverently, carefully. You nod, words lost for a moment. 

“Tell me if you’re done,” he whispers in your ear, his hand gently and comfortingly caressing your thigh. 

“I want you,” you breathe. Han breathes what looks like a sigh of relief. You can see the outline in his pants, it looks almost painful. He strips off his clothes and hovers himself above you.

“You’re ready?” 

You simply nod, slightly distracted by the feeling of the straw still underneath you. He slides in slowly, and the stretch is painful, it stings. A whimper falls from your lips and he freezes. Your eyes close as your face contorts in discomfort. 

“Tell me what you need, baby.” He encourages after a second. 

“Just.. keep going..” you breathe and he sinks in slowly again, giving you time to stop him before he sheaths himself completely. The moment he does, something in the air changes. It's soulfully deep, the way you connect with him. His forehead rests on yours, his breathing controlled but you can tell he’s desperate to move. 

“You can move,” you whisper and he nods. Slowly pulling out before thrusting back in gently, causing you to whimper. 

“It’ll feel better, I promise.” He whispers before kissing your neck, one hand snaking down between your bodies to gently massage your clit.

“Just breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”

He’s slow, sensual, letting you get used to the feeling. He kisses you deeply, his thrusts getting stronger. Moans fill the stable, nothing else exists in the moment except for you, him, your lips and your bodies. 

He hooks your legs around his waist, driving into you now, his face buried in your neck. 

His fingers work on your clit faster, his hips meeting yours. 

“Cum for me, baby. Please, I need you to,” he practically whimpers- doing his best to hold himself back. 

“Cl-close- ngh,” you whimper, your stomach tightening like before, but this time its slightly different, your legs and arms feel slightly stiff and it builds until suddenly everything feels like heaven and you cry into his shoulder, curling up into him. Your muscles squeeze him desperately and it pushes him over the edge, causing him to moan and whimper into your ear as he fills you up. 

For a moment the two of you are suspended in time, staring at each other, panting, bodies slick with sweat.

“That was amazing,” you whisper softly. Han smiles happy and dazed. He gently pulls out, a mixture of fluids and a bit of blood coating him. 

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asks as he grabs a towel and cleans himself off. He comes back over, gently cleaning you up. 

“I’m fine. A little sore, but I’m good,” a lazy content smile spreads on your lips.

“That’s normal for your first time,” He says quietly as he tosses the towel in the corner and lays down beside you, pulling you into him. There’s another moment of silence, the world seemingly changed now. 

For a minute, your head just lays on his chest, a blanket is pulled over you and his heart beat is the only sound that matters. Your eyes grow heavy. His lips press to the crown of your head as your eyes fully close. Sleep takes over fully. And it’s perfect.

-

The sun is just peaking over the hills as your eyes open. You wake up alone, sitting up and stretching, the memories of last night flooding in. There’s a dull ache between your legs, and for a moment, you sit in the silence. A warmth fills your chest. 

Then you hear a noise coming from outside and reality crashes into you. You quickly dress and step outside, the grass cold and slightly wet from the morning dew. You notice Han is out with Jigsaw brushing him.

You can hear him mumbling and you quietly sneak up to them. 

“Yeah, she’s really pretty- no she’s gorgeous actually. She’s amazing-”

“I hope you’re talking about me, lover boy.” You say as you come up behind him. Han’s face immediately goes red. 

“I-uh- well see I was- the horse likes it when I talk-”

“Mhm,” you hum as you walk up to him, rubbing gently on Jigsaw’s muzzle before turning to Han.

“I just-uh wanted to talk to him and-”

“About me?” you smirk softly and he chuckles nervously. You press a kiss to his cheek.

“I gotta go back,” you mumble as your forehead rests on the side of his head. 

“Yeah…” he says solemnly. 

“I’ll come back,” you promise him. But the tension, the unasked questions are there. Both of you know what they are. 

How do we be together? Do you just sneak out and treat him like your dirty little secret?

“Go, before your father gets suspicious.” He pulls away, and you can tell he’s hurt. Not from your actions. But from the reality of where the two of you come from different worlds- worlds that don’t collide. 

Your feet carry you across the grass as they pound into the earth. There are guards at the door, as usual, they had a shift change during the night. You walk past them, smoothing your hair and just barely sneaking upstairs. 

As you round the corner you notice Zara waiting outside your room. 

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself before straightening your back and walking around the corner.

“Princess,” she greets formally. 

“Good morning Zara.”

“I came to wake you up, but it appears,” she pauses with a sly grin, “You’re already up.” 

Your brows furrow as she walks over, eyes obviously going to the purple mark on your neck. 

“Maybe we should talk about this in your room?” her smirk grows, her eyes already telling you she knows. You nod and quickly enter your bedroom, closing and locking your door.

“Tell me, tell me, tell me!” She squeals quietly as she slightly bounces on the bed. For a moment you remain composed, but a grin breaks out on your face and you quickly join her. 

“It was amazing,” you gush like a teenager. You tell her the story, about how a horse stable became something soft and sweet for the two of you. 

“But he was different when I had to leave,” you admit.

“How?”

“It’s like, I don’t know. I mean, I get it. He was upset, not mad just, upset. Like he knew what happened last night was last night. But I mean.. Now he’s there.. I’m here..” 

Zara nods, understanding the predicament. 

“Tell your father he makes you happy,” she encourages again. She rises from the bed, grabbing a bit of concealer to cover up the mark on your neck. 

“There, that should help keep it from really being noticed.” 

“Thanks Zara,” you give her a smile, but guilt starts eating at you. 

-

The day goes by slowly. Your thoughts are consumed with Han. He’s in and out of the castle, out training and riding the horses, he’s even tasked with trying to break a mustang. You find yourself staring when you see him, but when he catches you, he doesn’t blush. He doesn’t react, simply goes about his business. 

The day goes on, royal duties, complaints from citizens about crops and taxes and your father thankfully handles most of it, because mentally you’re not there. 

Finally your father turns in for the night, and as soon as you’re sure he’s in his room for the night, you go straight to the stables. You push the door open to find Han tidying up the place. 

“Hey,” you say awkwardly. 

“It’s late,” he says without looking over his shoulder.

“Han,” you say softly and walk over, taking the broom out of his hand, “Come on, please.” 

He lets the broom go and sighs. You put it against the wall and wrap your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his.

“I missed you today,” you whisper softly. But you can tell there’s a wall. He’s not touching you. He doesn’t seem present with you. 

“Han..?” 

“I can’t do this,” he whispers as he closes his eyes.

“Huh..?” 

“I can’t have you when the sun goes down and then let you go when it comes up… You’ll be getting married soon and then I won’t have you at all-”

“Who says I’m getting married?” Your voice comes out defensive. 

“Y/n, face it,” he steps back, creating more distance in the atmosphere, “You’ll get married. You’ll.. You’ll go on to have children, to be happy. You will forget about me-” 

“That isn’t true!-” 

“Yes, honey, it is.” 

“No it isn’t- Han please-” but he cuts you off shaking his head. 

“Go inside… stop coming out here. You deserve to sleep in a bed, not in a horse stable.”

“Han-”

“Go!” He shouts and your breath catches. The air around you is thick. He’s thrown up a wall. You have one last ditch effort. It’s not one you want to use, but you will. 

“You dare order your princess?!” The words come out harsh, using your title isn’t what you want to do, but you don’t know what else to do.

“No,” he says too calmly, the revered tone is forced, “I, a lowly peasant, a stable boy, wouldn’t dare order my princess around.” He drops to his knee, head bowed. 

“Han, get up-”

“You are my princess, I should be down on my knee.” The emotional wall is solid, using your title only made it worse. You sigh, dragging your hand down your face. 

“Please don’t do this..” you whisper to him. But he simply doesn’t answer. He stays in his position. 

“Han… please..” your  voice breaks and he’s a statue. 

“Fine…” you sniffle, wiping away a stray tear. You walk out, head held high until the door behind you closes, and then you let the tears flow. That’s when you think of one last thing. You open the door once again.

“One last night, at least give me that…” 

Han freezes. 

“It’ll just hurt worse tomorrow.” He says softly.

“I’ll worry about tomorrow when it gets here…”

 He crosses the room in only a few strides pulling you into his arms. The night is spent loving each other, passionately, multiple times. Your souls merging and bodies becoming one. 

Your head rests on his chest, your fingers are intertwined above you.

“I wanna be with you,” you whisper tenderly.

“Don’t say that,” he whispers back.

“It’s true.” 

“That’s why I’m asking you not to say it.” 

Silence falls between you before you sit up to look at him.

“I’ll tell my father,” you say desperately. 

“We both know that’s foolish,” his thumb traces circles on your cheek.

“We could run away, we could go live somewhere else-”

“Y/n,” he smiles, but its not happy, “You know that’s not possible.”

“I don’t care what it takes, there has to be a way for you and me to be happy together.”

He simply kisses the crown of your head, neither of you speaking again, forced to lay in the silence and the reality of what is.

-

Weeks. It's been weeks since that night. You notice him all the time. Then weeks turn into months. You find small excuses to visit  the stables, but when he sees you he immediately finds an excuse to leave you with any other stable hand. 

It’s been 4 months by this point. Han barely looks at you and it's beginning to keep you up at night. The ghost of his touch barely visits you anymore, and you find yourself yearning for his company. 

One morning, at breakfast, he walks in, mud and dirt on his clothes and face. 

“I apologize for interrupting your majesty,” he wrings his hands together nervously.

“Speak, boy,” your father’s voice is impatient and you notice him swallow hard. 

“One of your horses, she delivered this morning, it was twins…” he trails off nervously. 

“And?” Your father sounds annoyed more than he does anything else. 

“Are they okay?” you ask. He nods.

“Yes, both are healthy. They should be ready for the market in about six months.” 

“Wonderful, good work Han.” Your father looks at his plate, shoveling more food into his mouth. Han bows and walks out. You force yourself not to follow him.

-

That night you sneak out to the stables. Most of the horses are settled in for the night, except for Goldie, the mama horse of the twins. You don’t see her. You check the stalls again, but there’s nothing. 

Han walks in, his eyes widen just slightly before he regains his composure. 

“What can I do for you, Princess?” 

“Han, cut the shit.”

His brows lift in slight surprise. The silence between you is awkward for a moment.

“Where’s Goldie?” 

Han’s face falls and he looks down. 

“Han..?”

“I left the stable to talk to your father… I came back, Goldie was down, she didn’t look good… there was a lot of blood… I couldn’t help her… she… she’s gone.. And we moved her out to the outskirts of the forest..”

Disappointment fills your chest, Goldie was a sweet and loving horse. 

That’s when you notice the bottles filled with milk. 

“Can I help?” your voice is calm, slightly hoarse but calm. He nods and holds out a bottle before walking to the stall with the foals. The door creaks open and the babies are there, and the scene before you looks incomplete without Goldie. It sends a pang through your chest despite the sweet babies.

Han takes the one on the left and you take the one on the right. The two of you sit down beside each other, giving the bottles, watching as they drink eagerly. 

“Goats milk?” 

“Yeah, it's the best for them, besides their mothers,” he explains. You nod. Everything unsaid settles between you, and for a while, the only noise is the sound of the horses drinking. 

“I’ve missed you,” you confess, not looking at his face.

“Y/n, please don’t…” 

“I want to tell my father.” 

“Your father will forbid it,” he says as if it’s obvious, “He’ll have me hanged,” he expresses. 

“I won’t let him hurt you,” 

“We both know you can’t prevent it,” 

“I could-”

“Y/n, please..” he trails off as the horses finish drinking their milk and they lay their heads down in the hay. The two of you walk out, letting them sleep. 

“I know it's not easy but I’m miserable without you..” you confess and he stops in his tracks. He turns to you, dropping the milk bottle before stepping towards you.

“You are a princess.” he whispers. 

“Titles mean nothing to me…” you look between his eyes when you notice him grab his side and he coughs. 

“What’s wrong,” your voice is slightly panicked. 

“I’m fine-”

“You’re not.” You walk over to him, lifting his shirt, only to find his side blue, purple and black looking.

“Oh my god! Han! You need the doctor-” 

“I’ll be okay-”

“Would you please stop being such a guy! Come on,” you drag him with you without another word. He follows you, because in all honesty who is he to refuse?

You pull him through the halls, ignoring the curious looks from staff as you move through to the infirmary.

“He needs help!” 

“What happened?” A young woman and the head doctor come out immediately at the sound of your voice. 

“I was kicked a couple days ago..”

“Days?!” Your voice is shrill, shocked he didn’t come sooner for help to get checked out. 

They take him back and you try to follow.

“Princess, please, we’ll take care of him but we need the space,” the young woman politely tells you. You nod and step back, your heart pounding. A couple moments later you hear shouting and your blood runs cold. 

Hours go by, the place settles down and you're pacing the floor when the young woman comes back out. 

“You can see him now,” she smiles solemnly.

“Is he okay?” You stand quickly and start following her. 

“It’s… not good.. He passed out not long into our exam, he hasn’t awakened yet.” 

She leads you to one of the rooms and you find Han laying in a bed, his skin looking clammy. A gasp leaves you and immediately you go to his bedside.

“What happened..” 

“The doctor says its internal bleeding from the kick he sustained. Its a miracle he stayed up right as long as he did. He could’ve easily went to sleep and not woke up,” she walks over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder, “You saved his life.” 

The doctor knocks and walks in with a grim smile. 

“We’re doing everything we can. His blood pressure is elevated, we’ll need to relieve it.” 

You nod and move out of the way, watching as the doctor makes the incision. The blood flows and the doctor checks his pulse, nodding.

“It’s working,” he says, trying to reassure you. But it doesn’t, you’re still concerned. Your knee bounces as the doctor finishes his small procedure. 

“Please let us know if you need anything else.” 

You nod just before they leave, the room now deathly silent as you watch Han’s chest rise and fall with his breaths. Tears once again well up in your eyes as you take his hand. 

“Baby..” you whisper, voice cracking, “Damn it why did you wait so long you… you stubborn horse’s ass.” you whisper in frustration and a little bit of fear. You’re not ignorant, his chances of pulling out of this aren’t great. The hours creep by and there’s no change, except for the view of the moon through the window. 

Finally you decide to crawl in the bed beside him, tucking your face next to his, your thumb brushing over his cheek.

“Please don’t leave me alone,” you whisper brokenly, “I need you.” A tear streaks down your cheek before you close your eyes, trying to give him space but you can’t help yourself, your body tucks against his as if on instinct.

-

Morning comes, the sun shines a pale glow into the room and it's peaceful. You haven’t moved from beside him all night. 

“What the hell is going on here!” A man’s voice booms and you're startled awake, your body immediately shielding him until you realize it’s your father. 

“Dad, I can explain-”

“Get out of that bed this instant!” He booms and for a moment you hesitate. 

“Daddy please, listen to me-”

“Y/N! NOW!” His voice makes you freeze. Before another word can be spoken by either of you, the doctor comes in. 

“Good morning,” he greets you both, “Princess, we need to check over him,” he says gently and you nod, quickly moving out of the doctor's way. Your father, without missing a beat, hauls you into the hallway. 

“I absolutely forbid you from seeing him-”

“But daddy!” 

“No buts!! No future queen of Alcrina- no daughter of mine will be with some-some stable boy! He is not fit-”

“I love him!” You shout over him, your voice echoing through the palace walls. Time stops, the wind in the middle of its own gust holds its breath, and your father’s face softens.

“Y/n, sweetheart.. Love.. it’s not enough..”

“That’s bullshit! He can learn how to lead he can learn from you and me and others-”

“He’s a stable boy!”

“He’s the love of my life and I refuse to let you keep us apart!” Your voice once again shouts. Your father rubs his temple. 

“I don’t want anyone else… I don’t care what people think… I want him.. He wants me,” you whisper the last three words in heart felt emotion. Your father looks at you- really looks at you- and he sighs.

“Your mother was the same way with me..” he admits softly. 

“What?” You ask in disbelief. 

“When your mother and I first met, we were from different worlds.. I was brought in as a scribe for your mother’s father.” 

Your eyes widen, “You.. you weren’t born into this life…”

“No, and that’s why this makes me nervous.” 

“Daddy.. You of all people can help him! Don’t you see? You understand him or at least partly-” before the conversation can continue the doctor exits the room.

“There’s been no change in his condition. Which isn’t ideal,” the doctor explains. 

“We lowered his blood pressure again, we bound his abdomen to help slow the bleeding internally, but he hasn’t woken up yet.”

Your father speaks before you can, “I’ll send for Dr. Richard. He owes me a favor.” 

The doctor nods and walks off. 

“Who is Dr. Richard?” 

“A friend of mine. I saved his life a couple years ago, we were out drinking and having fun, he choked, I saved him. But his speciality is internal bleeding. He may be able to help.” 

You hug him, overcome with hope. 

“Thank you!” You whisper in his ear and kiss his cheek. His hand cups your face before he kisses your forehead. 

“Go, in case he wakes up.” You smile happily and go back into the room. Han’s laying there as he was, but now shirtless with a band covering his torso. 

“My sweet boy,” you whisper and lay down next to him again.

-

Hours later a man you don’t recognize walks in. 

“I’m Dr. Richard. This is him?” He asks. You nod and get up off the bed. He does his own look over, checking over Dr. Fremont’s notes. 

“I’d like to also try a poultice. It can be placed under his abdominal wrap.” 

“If you think it’ll help, please.” Your voice is desperate as the sunlight starts to fade. Dr. Richard gathers his ingredients, mixing them together to create a thick mixture. You watch as he places it on Han’s side, and he wraps him again with the help of Dr. Fremont, the head doctor. 

“The best scenario is that he wakes up in the next few days. Worst case… he doesn’t.” His tone is serious.

“But Han is young, I’ve seen many young men come back from this. Try not to worry,” he encourages you before stepping out with your father, leaving you alone in the room again.

A servant girl knocks on the door with a tray of food.

“Princess, you should eat, even if it’s only a few bites.” 

You sigh but concede, “Thank you, Mara.” 

The meat is good, it’s steak with potatoes and grilled asparagus. You eat a couple bites of everything before laying down next to him. 

“When I was a girl,” you whisper to him, “I always imagined I would marry a prince,” you chuckle to yourself, “A man with status, clean clothes, and money,” you whisper in his ear, “Never once did I think my prince would be shoveling manure, out in my horse stables,” you sniffle slightly, “I never thought he would be covered in dirt and sleeping in the hay outside.. But here you are,” you smile at the irony of it all, “And now.. Now I might lose you before I really even got to have you..” tears start streaming down your face as you tuck your face in his neck, sobbing quietly. Your arms go around his shoulder as you grab onto him like he’s your life line, crying yourself to sleep.

Days go by, Han’s condition doesn’t worsen, but he isn’t waking up either. One night, after the doctors are done reapplying treatments and remedies, they pull you to the side. 

“Princess, he’s not getting better. We’ll do everything we can but…” Dr. Fremont trails off.

“But we can’t promise he’ll make it, he could’ve easily slipped into a coma and at that point there’s nothing we can do,” Dr. Richard continues. You nod solemnly. The doctors leave, and once again you're alone with Han, who’s laying in the bed motionless. You climb under the blankets, snuggling up next to him, silent tears falling onto his shoulder as your emotions overtake you in the moment. 

Suddenly you hear a groan and feel a hand brush your arm. You freeze.

“Where am I?” His voice is hoarse and you can tell he’s in desperate need of a drink. 

“Han..?” Your voice is careful, like you’re not sure if you’re dreaming.

“Mgh..” he tries to move but you stop him. 

“Han!” Your lips find his, and he’s too groggy to really kiss you back but you don’t care. 

“Here, hold on, just- just hang on,” you pick up the water Mara brought you with your dinner that night.

“Here, take a drink.” you encourage him slowly and his lips find the cup, sipping the water thankfully.

“Thank you,” he says weakly. Meanwhile you’re beaming, nothing else in the world matters right now. 

“Do you remember anything?” 

“I remember passing out..” 

“You’ve been out for a while.” 

He tries to move but you once again stop him. 

“Don’t, not yet. Just relax for now. I’ll go get the doctor-”

“Y/n,” he says weakly. 

“Yeah?” you freeze. 

“Thank you..” he trails off and a slow smile graces your lips. 

“You don’t have to thank me,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, resting your forehead against his for a moment before walking out and running down the hall. 

You burst through the doors to see the doctors, and your father, convening in Dr. Fremont’s office. 

The three of them look up with concern. 

“He’s awake!” You say breathlessly. The two doctors look at each other almost confused before everyone gets up and follows you back to his room.

As you enter his room again, there he sits, eyes open, chewing on a piece of steak that was left on your plate. He smiles slightly, like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You giggle to yourself as you sit down beside him, brushing his hair out of his face. 

The doctor checks him out, and after a few tense minutes of silence, besides the rustle of fabric and equipment, the doctor speaks.

“Well, it looks as if you’ve made a full recovery,” Dr. Fremont says and you sigh in relief. Han’s still a little weak but he’s alive.

“I’d like to keep you in bed another day or two just to be sure you’re okay,” the doctor explains and you both nod.

-

Han’s out of bed in two days. You couldn’t be happier. Sweet nothings were exchanged, but you could still feel a wall between you. He still didn’t believe you two could really be together. 

When Han goes back out to the stables your father calls you into a private room.

“You love him,” he states- and it’s not a question. 

“I do,” you say longingly, “More than I’ve ever loved anyone.” 

“He loves you,” he states again. You nod.

“You do realize how it’s going to look… me letting you marry a stable boy…” your father trails off with a side eye, and you gasp.

“You mean…” you don’t dare speak the words, a worrying amount of hope flooding your nervous system. 

“Y/n, If he makes you happy…” your father sighs and you hold your breath, “Then go… we’ll work out the details-” 

You practically launch yourself at him in a huge hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” It comes out as a slightly pitched squeal and you're out the door, the castle walls and servants blurring as you run past. The cool outside air hits your skin, pebbling it. Your feet pound into the earth as you cross the grass towards the stables. 

The doors to the stables bust open and your chest heaves as your eyes dart around. You don’t see him.

“Princess-” you whip around to see a boy you don’t recognize.

“Where is Han?!” It’s rushed.

“He said he was leaving-”

“What?!” 

“Yes ma’am, he just left,” the young boy points behind him and without thinking you rush past him in the direction. Why would he leave? After everything… why would he leave? You race towards the gate when you see a familiar figure. 

“Wait!” you scream and wave your hand in the air towards the guards. Your feet feel as though they’re light as air as you gain ground on him. As you finally come to a stop just a couple inches away, you try to speak through heaving breaths.

“Han… Wait… Don’t… go…” you brace on your knees to catch your breath, and he stares down at you, eyes dark and concerned. You notice he has a small backpack on as he sets it down on the ground. 

Finally your breath evens out and you stand up straight. 

“Come here,” you take his hand, and he grabs his bag before you pull him towards the castle.

“Y/n,” he whisper-yells. You ignore him. 

“Y/n stop-” you ignore him again and move faster. You bring him into the throne room, your father sitting there, looking over papers as he looks up. You walk up to him.

“Tell him,” you urge your father. Your father stands up and walks down to the two of you, standing in front of both of you. 

“You love my daughter.” He says sternly. Han’s face goes slightly pale. 

“Your majesty-” 

“Agree or disagree, that’s all I need.” 

Han takes a breath, his eyes flitting to you before settling on your father.

“I do, your majesty.” His voice doesn’t waver, his eyes don’t leave your father’s, and your heart hammers as the silence grows thick with tension you can’t explain. 

You hold your breath, the whole room holds its breath, the earth itself holds its breath. 

Suddenly a smile blooms on your father’s face and he laughs heartily pulling Han into his side. 

“As long as she’s happy,” his eyes flit to you then Han as he puts space between them, “Then I’m happy. But break her heart and you’ll never see the light of day,” he says all too seriously.

-

One Year Later…

The courtyard is surrounded by colorful trees, a fresh autumn breeze blowing, and people, nobles and villagers alike are sitting on either side of the aisle. Your dress flows perfectly as you look back at yourself in the glass before you. Your heart pounds with nervous excitement. 

Marriage. A commitment for the rest of your life. But you know you want Han. You know he wants you. A knock on the door pulls you out of your thoughts and your father appears in the doorway looking dignified. Over the past year you’ve noticed a change in him. He’s been more concerned about your happiness than the nobles and their opinions. 

“You look beautiful sweetheart,” he compliments with a soft smile. You beam up at him as he walks over, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. 

“Thank you, dad,” your voice comes out soft- emotional even. He extends his arm and you loop yours through before he walks you out. 

There’s chatter as music starts to play from a piano in the gazebo off to the side. A smile spreads across your face as your eyes lock onto Han. Han’s eyes are wide, his mouth dropping open as they travel over you. With each step you gain ground closer to him, your heart hammering now. Once you get up to the altar, your father places another gentle kiss on your cheek before sitting down in the front row. Zara takes your bouquet, and your hand interlocks with Han’s.

“You’re… wow.” He whispers. You giggle softly as you face the officiant. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the holy matrimony of Princess Y/N and Han Jisung…”

“Seriously, you look… gah,” he whispers and you suppress another giggle as your eyes flit to him.

“You look wonderful,” you whisper to him as the man speaks. After a few moments he has the two of you face each other.

“Han, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health.” 

“I do,” he says, peering deep into your eyes. 

“Princess Y/N, do you take Han to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health.” 

“I do,” you say confidently.

“You may kiss the bride,” the officiant announces and before you can stop him, Han sweeps you off your feet into a dip, kissing you passionately. Your arms wrap around his neck as you kiss him back and the guests rise and applaud. 

Once you’re back up right you take his hand, smiling and giggling, Han with pink tinted lips from your gloss and when you look over at your father, you see tears he’s barely holding back. 

Warmth spreads through you, the atmosphere filled with hope. You stare down the aisle, staring down the rest of your life with Han by your side.

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