but one day, when he came back home from work and smelled the good smells in the kitchen, his eyebrows frowned. were you cooking something? but you hated being near any kitchen counter. coming closer, he realised that the oven was turned on and that various ustensiles were quietly drying next to the sink. jeonghan was about to call you, even more surprised by the scene in front of him when your arms circled his waist.

"hello there, you’re home earlier than usually! how was your day?" you asked enthusiastically.

"great, what about you? you felt extra inspired to cook anything else that isn’t instant noodles," he noted, kissing the top of your head.

you giggle softly, a soft trace of flour on the tip of your nose.

"i still hate this but i thought you’d like some cookies so it was cool, you simply explained, i called your mom to ask her the receipt."

and for no apparent reason, jeonghan felt warm inside his chest. you hated cooking, seeing as a waste of time, and rather starve than making yourself something to eat. but cookies when jeonghan’s favourite cakes, especially the ones made according to his mom’s receipt. and then he understood the whole shrimp or whatever theory. this wasn’t about a god damn seafood, it was about the love put into it.

seeing how stoic jeonghan was, you started to worry :

"is there a problem babe? i know i’m not a great cooker but…"

"no! no, it’s perfect honey, he cut abruptly, this is amazing, thank you."

"this is just some cookies, don’t say such things for something like this," you groaned, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.

refraining himself from teasing you, jeonghan wanted to insist on how perfect it was and that it wasn’t just some cookies. and, more than ever, he started to wonder if he had enough money on his bank account to find you the perfect ring. but for the moment, he had something more important to do.

"good, then let’s try those treasures!"

a/n : i made cookies by myself for the first time and felt really proud

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the second time wonwoo and you attended a wedding, you were the sibling of each future groom. you had known each other of months now and you took great pride for being the ones who matched up your older siblings. and now that wonwoo’s family was getting closer to yours, you felt grateful to have someone like him in your life.

"i’m glad my brother found a family with people as kind as you," wonwoo approved, the proudest smile you’d ever seen across the lips.

the third time wonwoo and you attended a wedding, you were his plus one but -to your biggest distress- it was only as a friend. but when he bowed before you and, after whispering you the silliest joke you’d ever heard, you knew that, deep down, you wanted more than him being your best friend and your brother in law’s little brother.

"i feel so honoured sharing a waltz with you," wonwoo giggled, the most mischievous smile you’d ever seen across the lips.

the fourth time wonwoo and you attended a wedding, you were his future bride. and as you were walking down the aisle, you knew that the man before you would be the man you’d like to spend all you days and nights with and that, if you could, you’d marry each other again and again.

"after you, mrs. jeon," wonwoo greeted you, the warmest smile you’d ever seen across the lips.

the fifth time wonwoo and you attended a wedding, you were the parents of the groom. looking at the young couple before you, you felt wonwoo’s hand pressing yours affectionately. and when you looked at each other, you knew you felt the same and no words were needed.

a/n : i attempted my first wedding as a guest without my parents for the first time last week and felt extremely soft

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and now, as you twisted your ankle during the basketball play, you wanted to die right here and there as you were both starting to argue.

"let me carry you, y/n! you’re limping!" he insisted.

"i don’t want nor need your help, you refused, go back on the court."

"but i-" he tried to insist.

"i want you to leave me alone, okay? you’re actually way more insufferable and stubborn than jeonghan when you want it," you groaned.

"oh so now i’m the insufferable one?"

"why? because i am insufferable? i didn’t ask you to follow me if i recall right," you pointed out.

"oh shut up," joshua mumbled.

"make me," you mocked with a smirk.

getting closer, he looked his eyes in your gaze and whispered :

"two can play this game, i don’t think you’d be able to handle it."

"oh, so you’re just all bark and no bite? you’re might not be as brave as i thought."

when his stare fell down on your lips, you thought he was about to kiss you. but to your disappointment, he sighed and stepped back :

"i really would like so, but i’m a gentleman."

when he began to walk towards the nursery, you asked, slightly upset :

"so you’re just leaving me like that, after showing me that you’re not as perfect as everyone thinks?"

"oh don’t worry, i’ll show you that i actually am the perfect partner for you. but after a date. you’re free tonight, right?"

his answer left you completely speechless and, once you recovered your composure, you ran as fast as you could after him to hit him.

if you were asked to describe hong jisoo in one word, you’d say insufferable. but if you had to describe yourself in three words, you’d say insufferably in love.

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the last time jun went on a date with you, the weather was perfect. you had brought a blanket and your favourite snacks before settling in a calmer spot in the park. but when a ball had flown in your direction, jun caught it with a swift motion and, after seeking for your approval with his gaze, he started to run toward the children who had sent the ball.

"i am so good with children, aren’t i?" he had shouted at you when he came back, sweat on his forehead and the prettiest smile you’d ever seen.

pressing a soft kiss on his lips, you had answered that he’d be an amazing father, giggling at the instant blush on his cheeks.

the last time jun and you woke up side by side, the weather was so peaceful. you both had taken your day off and took the opportunity to stay in bed a little bit longer. untangled in a beautiful mess, he pressed small kisses on your shoulders. but when you had tried to stand up in order to make the breakfast, he stopped you, circling your waist with his arms.

"stay with me," he had pleaded.

pressing a soft kiss on his lips, you had surrounded and let him cuddle you the whole morning.

the last time jun told you i love you, the weather was unexpectedly cold. you had decided to go skiing for the weekend and didn’t realise just how cold you’d be. but it didn’t stop jun to go out of your chalet in order to make snowmen around it. despite being completely frozen, you had decided to help your boyfriend when he had suddenly stopped himself in his tracks.

"i love you," he had simply stated.

pressing a soft kiss on his lips, you whispered that you loved him too, before starting to make a second snowman.

the last time you kissed jun, the weather was warm, which was really ironic considering that this was also the last time you told him "see you tomorrow", the last time you saw his mischievous smile and the last time you felt his skin against yours. and now, as you were giving him the last box with his belongings, you murmured for the first and last time :

"farewell, jun."

this time, there weren’t any kisses on the lips.

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despite how much wonwoo’s day sucked, he’ll always find joy and peace in your presence. so, the moment he opened the door and smelled the scent of the dishes you made -well aware of your aversion for cooking- he instantly felt the waves of sunshine taking over him.

"hello sweetheart," he whispered when he reached the kitchen.

circling your waist from behind, he pressed a kiss in the crook of your neck.

"how was your day, love?" you asked with a smile.

"now that i am around the sun of my life, amazing."

"stop teasing," you groaned, heat all over your cheeks.

"i’m only stating the truth, wonwoo defended himself, you truly are the sun of my days."

after dropping another kiss on top of your head, you turned around and forced him to sit down.

"rest a bit, i saw there was an accident on the way back. you must be so exhausted," you ordered gently.

"i still am able to stand beside you," wonwoo tried to protest.

"come on don’t be stubborn, you giggled, dinner is almost ready."

after pressing his shoulders in a comforting manner, you turned back to the gas stove not without being followed by wonwoo’s enamoured gaze. his eyes moved from your silhouette to your fingers were a ring matching the one on his hand was shining.

and it was during moments like this, so mundane but so full of love, that wonwoo realise that, maybe, he might love domestic tasks. but it definitely was only because it was you.

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still confused, you started to wonder if joshua disliked it. realistically, you knew he wouldn’t mind since you were the one who wasn’t used to relationships. he told you hundreds of times that you shouldn’t feel rushed and that you could go baby steps in your relationship. truly, joshua was a gentleman, always making sure you were comfortable, telling you that there weren’t any guidelines when you’re dating. he always respected your boundaries and understood that you didn’t feel like using pet names. yet.

but apparently, it felt so natural, so obvious to call him like this. he was shua, he was your love, he was your honey.

looking up at him nervously, you asked :

"did you… did you hate it? i said it without thinking much, it was just instinctive."

to your relief, a bright smile appeared across his lips. softly pressing your hand, he assured :

"i loved it, i loved it very much."

giving him a smile back, you retorted :

"judging by the blush on your cheeks, i already could tell that."

his lips curled into a smirk and you already knew his next words:

"you should be careful with the power you gave me. two can play that game, sweetheart."

despite being prepared, his remark hit the target and you hid your face with your hands. joshua instantly grabbed them with his and gently whispered :

"i’m happy you feel comfortable enough to call me like that, darling."

"with you, i’d never feel some other way."

a/n : i just felt extra soft

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"i swear i love you y/n. i miss you, your smile, your light-"

"my body," you cut bitterly.

seungcheol was about to argue but you stopped him with a glare.

"what we have right now is everything but healthy. we need to bring whatever the hell we have to an end."

you were so tired. so tired of being his friend with benefits, the girl he’d call when he felt needy. you were so tired of not having a stable relationship like your friends. you were so tired of pretending you didn’t care when you did.

seungcheol might know your body like nobody else, making it rain and creating rainbows like nobody did but it wasn’t making it any better. you wanted more than lustful feelings. you didn’t even blame him. the terms of your agreement were easy : no feeling involved, the both of you only owned each other’s hearts during a night. it was your fault if you fell in love. and you didn’t really understand why seungcheol was so eager and why he cared so much about your deal. he must be spoiled with choices.

"you and i both know this isn’t what we want. you can’t provide what i want and i can’t provide you what you want. so let’s just quit."

you were about to close your door when seungcheol slipped his arm to stop it.

"okay, then let’s make a new deal."

seungcheol took your silence as an invitation to explain further his suggestion :

"let’s start dating, for real. i want to make things right with you, please. i want to prove you i can be what you want."

"what about you? won’t you be wronged?"

"oh but baby, i’d already have what i want if i can stay by your side."

and when you saw the look in his eyes, hope, honesty and kindness, you let yourself melt into his embrace. you didn’t know yet, but you truly wanted this to be more than empty words and gave you a second chance to make it work properly.

a/n : i honestly was this close 🤏 to write a sad and angst ending but i guess im a hopeless romantic

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jihoon didn’t understand you. you hated the scar on your hips, saying that it made your skin look wrinkled. yet, he thought it held the most intricate stories, from your joys to your sorrows

jihoon didn’t understand you. you hated your moles, especially the ones on your chin. yet, he thought you had the prettiest face, covered with constellations

jihoon didn’t understand you. you hated yourself, saying you were a mess. yet, he thought you were the prettiest poem he ever read

jihoon didn’t understand you completely, you were unable to love all the parts of yourself. but he didn’t care, he was able to embrace them on his own for two. that was what he swore, at night, when you were both entangled in his bed, like a whisper only for your ears and your heart :

"i love you twice."

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"i swear to god, minho if this is some kind of prank, i’ll stab you in the ass."

the younger man rolled his eyes to the sky and groaned :

"just hurry up and go see your romeo."

the heart pounding in your chest, you started to walk hurriedly to the prince’s rooms. without taking the time to knock, you opened the doors on the fly. in front of you was standing the future king of the french monarchy : kwon soonyoung, seventeenth heir of the throne : dark hair styled backwards, clothes made in the most expensive fabric you could find in paris and fierce golden eyes. his pensive gaze was lost into the gardens and turned into a mischievous one at your entrance before giggling like a teenager :

"i know we are rather close but you could have knock y/n. how scandalous, imagine if i were naked."

"i’ve already seen you naked, twice. this isn’t as serious as you make it sounds," you deadpanned, struggling to erase the memory of how much it affected you.

stepping forward, you questioned unable to hide your nervousness :

"is it true?"

"what are you talking about?" the young man questioned, feigning ignorance.

"is it true that the duchess of aquitaine is married to the king of england?"

a silent followed your question and, even if he tried to hide it, you guessed that soonyoung was surprised because of how fast you answered back. your little game of beating around the bush usually lasted minutes because, even if you weren’t famous for your patience, you knew who was about to hold the crown. the young man finally retorted with a smirk :

"would it make you happy?"

"just tell me already," you mumbled.

"yes she did. it seems like seungcheol’s advisors have been cleverer than my parents’s."

your eyes widen at his words. you never expected the duchess to leave france, let alone leave her brother alone. but you knew their duchy was in a poor state after their father’s questionable management. the young woman used to be the most popular eligible bachelorette in france and was one of the best -if not the most perfect- marriage material among the potential suitors to the queen’s position alongside soonyoung. now that she wasn’t around anymore, you couldn’t help but feel a huge of relief.

"my parents received a letter this morning from lord moon junhui. when frustration faded, they began to search for a new suitable wife."

instantly, reality hit you and you wanted to laugh at yourself for your naivety. this was only a matter of time before another well-born bachelorette showed up, taking the duchess’s former place. this marriage with the king of england was only pushing back the deadline.

you felt soonyoung’s hand on yours and, before he could even press it the way he used to do when you were young, you withdrew, your gaze obstinately turned away from his before greeting him a last time and taking your leave hastily.

you knew soonyoung since the longest time. as the daughter of the owner of the most well-known seamstress of the capital, your family always worked for the royal family. you clearly recalled the days soonyoung came by and the both of you were playing in the back room while your mother was steaming his clothes and your father was making alterations to his mother’s dresses.

at sixteen, you had decided to join the armed forces. back then, your decision surprised everyone but soonyoung. when you had announced him about your enlistment, he solicited you in order to become his personal knight. his suggestion flattered you because it showed how trustworthy you were in his mind. indeed, being the knight of the king of the french future monarch included being constantly around him, insuring his constant protection and wellbeing. being the knight of the king also included putting his life before yours and always being ready to sacrifice said life for him. and you were ready for those two functions. that’s why you left the quiet life of a dressmaker after all : you wanted adventure and weren’t afraid to put your life on the line. being his personal king only made your mission more specific. 

but what you also knew back then was that being the knight of the king didn’t include to fall for him and sadly, you also added this function to your list of tasks. and in times like this, when soonyoung was pressing your hands affectionally or suggesting that the two of you could run away, you didn’t know if he was just being flirty or if he was also longing for something more. but either way, you had to erase your delusional thoughts. you were a knight, he was a future king, you didn’t belong to the same worlds and, no matter what his true intentions were, you’ll never be a suitable wife for him. 

your back as straight as a ramrod, you looked at soonyoung from the corner of your eyes before addressing a questioning look to a minho as lost as you. nonchalantly sat on his throne, saying that you didn’t understand the reasons behind the ball the young monarch was holding was an understatement. but since you weren’t paid to understand things among royals, here you were, guaranteeing his safety, seven days after the announcement of the duchess’s wedding. your task wasn’t particularly hard because, surprisingly, soonyoung wasn’t dancing with anyone. instead, he was slumped on his seat, his chin in the palm of his hand and, frequently, sighs escaped from his lips.

"is there a problem, your highness?" you raised a question after the tenth sigh in a minute. 

usually, soonyoung loved ball. dancing was by far one of his favourite activities after hunt. seeing him openly annoyed, when he was the one who suggested to organise a ball, wasn’t like him. 

"i am so bored, y/n," soonyoung groaned.

when the music changed for a waltz, his face brightened and he hopefully asked, his hand stretched toward you :

"y/n, please, will you honour the fool that i am with this dance?"

at first, you thought you heard him wrong. but then, you felt minho’s heavy gaze on you. he couldn’t talk but you could clearly hear him saying something like answer him, dumbass. 

"i- why don’t you go around and dance with suitable bachelorettes instead?" you stammered, pointing out with your hand the ton around you.

"but i wanted to dance with you," soonyoung sighed.

"and we both know that i can’t," you retort, your voice colder than you intended. 

"this is stupid. when i’ll become the king, i’ll implement a rule allowing you to dance with me, just like when we were young."

at his words, you immediately bite your tongue to refrain any bitter answers to escape your lips. you wanted to scream. to scream that, the day soonyoung would become the king, you’d never be able to be his. that the two of you weren’t young anymore. that you didn’t want to dance with someone you longed for but was -and will always be- out of your reach.

suddenly, soonyoung stood up, cutting short your vehement train of thoughts. 

"i want to go to sleep, y/n escort me to my rooms. minho, i want you to stay here to assure the security."

"yes your highness," you both answered not without exchanging intrigued stares.

as the two of you walked into the empty corridors of the castle, soonyoung started to complain about everything and anything. the lighting, the flowers, the music, the guests… he reproached you your lack of interest and fun by refusing his invitation to dance. all his nonsense was making you crazy. soonyoung never ever criticised anything without being absolutely constructive and always enjoyed balls, even the ones you’d personally have qualified as pathetic. when you reached his apartments, you finally snapped :

"can you stop whining for a minute, soonyoung? you were the one who requested for this ball and gave only seven days to the servants, what did you expect with such a short delay? if you were this unhappy, you could just have cancelled it or not come at all if you are this tired! what is your problem? you can do absolutely everything you want so can you stop acting like a child?"

you were tired of hearing him making a fuss over such insignificant things when he could obtain everything he wanted with a snap of the fingers.

"my parents found me a new potential wife," soonyoung cut gravely.

"what-" 

"they found me a new wife. it wasn’t that hard actually, since our empire is really wealthy, alliances with us would be more than beneficial for so many kingdoms in europe."

you couldn’t say a thing. completely speechless, you started to feel guilty for your harsh words, calling him childish when he was actually the one who was suffering.

"my betrothal will be announced tomorrow, my parents didn’t want the duchess of aquitaine’s story to repeate itself. i wanted to be the one who’d tell you."

his confession finished you off completely. and you felt utter regret for refusing his dance invitation. when was the last time the two of you danced alongside? when was the last time you treated him as your friend and not as the future king of france? you called yourself his childhood friend but were you still his friend? you thought you knew him and took praise for knowing him since such a long time. but did you really know him? when you were unable to read between the lines and called him a child? when you refused to see his hurt because you were too focused on yours?

taking his hands in yours, you placed them on your hips before resting yours around his shoulders. and, in the silent of the night and illuminated by the moonlight, you shared your last slow dance. 

two weeks after soonyoung’s betrothal had been made official with hong haewon, the viscountess of normandy, his father withdrew as the king of the french empire and soonyoung’s coronation had been declared. calling him his majesty felt so new and strange but you didn’t get to ask for a time of adaptation that the castle swung into action when the arrival of the king and queen of england had been announced. this visit was meant to redefine new agreements with england and, since the queen was french, making more interesting deals with the english empire.

if the whole palace went into a frenzy at the idea of receiving the royal couple of england which was extremely popular, especially thanks to their queen, you seemed to be the only one who felt disturbed. after the duchess’s wedding, you had felt immensely thankful but now that soonyoung had a new fiancee, everything felt more real, more imminent, and you were absolutely miserable. you might well be repeating to yourself that marrying soonyoung wouldn’t have been possible, you still thought that, maybe, if you had tried enough, he could have been yours the same way you were already his.

when the royal couple arrived, soonyoung brought them to the main hall where a true banquet had been set up. the queen couldn’t refrain herself to let a scream of excitement escape her lips when she saw all the french specialities that she must have missed and she grabbed her husband’s wrist in order to make him taste "real" food. 

if the love between the english couple was undeniable, the same couldn’t be said for the french couple. soonyoung didn’t spare a single look for the viscountess and started to walk toward the feast, already bickering and giggling with seungcheol and his wife. as for the future queen, she stayed a little bit further away, a soft and conventional smile on her lips which was unable to hide her discomfort. following soonyoung two meters behind him, you gave her a quick glance full of pity. 

"hey, do you want some beef?" soonyoung suddenly questioned.

the viscountess’s face lightened up at his question and, after her agreement, he frowned.

"oh haha sorry haewon but i was talking to y/n. she loves beef."

an awkward silent followed his words but the situation was quickly saved by the queen’s intervention. grabbing haewon’s arm, she cheerfully dragged her toward the tables full of foods, interrogating her about the recent dramas among the french ton. you only had the time to exchange a incredulous look with soonyoung before seungcheol imitated his wife, grabbing the younger man by the shoulders to talk about his closer advisors’s personal life.

when the dinner finally came to an end, you thought that you’d follow soonyoung to the negotiations room but, to your great astonishment, the young man ordered :

"y/n, i want you to escort the queen to the gardens. minho will be the one to accompany me for the negotiations."

"yes your majesty," you still deferred despite your surprise and slight disappointment.

after addressing a reassuring look to your colleague who was as confused as you since you usually never miss this kind of meetings, you started to lead the queen of england to the gardens, walking two meters behind her, when the young woman proclaimed :

"i’d like us to walk side by side, soldier l/n, is that possible?"

"oh y-yes of course, your majesty."

"this isn’t very protocol-friendly but we both know that, wherever you stand, you will be able to assure my safety."

"your trust regarding my skills truly flattered me, your majesty."

"your swordsmanship skills are undeniable, the young queen confirmed before adding with a mischievous smile, your acting skills on the other hand…"

"what- what do you imply, your majesty?" you asked, tripping over your words and blush all over your cheeks.

"come on y/n! we both know each other since too much time for you to call me like this!" she groaned.

"i can’t possibly call you by your name!" you scolded.

"you already do it with soonyoung" the queen retorted with a pout.

"soonyoung is… it’s not the same."

"exactly! honestly, the crown of the french empire was really tempting but i am absolutely thankful that my brother concluded with the englishmen. the battle is lost before even beginning."

"what do you hint?" you asked, puzzled.

"and here i was thinking you were clever, she groaned, soonyoung loves you, it’s obvious."

"no, it’s impossible," you frowned.

"it is, he loves you and will never spare an eye for haewon the same way he never spared an eye for me because his gaze is always on you. the question now is, do you love him back?"

the queen’s words left you completely speechless, where did all the elements leading her to such a conclusion come from? haewon and her were one of the prettiest bachelorettes you’d ever seen. even if he only met haewon not such a long time ago, he’d definitely fall in love with her. on top of her beauty, she was the kindest soul around. it might take time but you never doubted soonyoung wouldn’t end up loving his wife. 

"i can’t love him," you simply stated with a sigh.

"i am not asking if you have the right or not. i am asking if you do love him back or not," the young woman emphasised. 

"this question can’t be asked, you mumbled, my feelings don’t matter, they never did and never will. i don’t have royal blood like you. being allowed to love him isn’t possible for me."

your answer definitely wasn’t the one she expected. frowning her pretty eyebrows, she inflicted you a flick with a stern face.

"don’t be stupid. your blood doesn’t matter. all bloods are red anyway."

her tough face faded and hand over to a cheerful smile :

"oh look, they is a weeping willow! i love those trees!"

but, as she walked away, you heard her whispering :

"where there’s a will, there’s a way. the one who doesn’t always has an excuse." 

the queen’s words stayed stuck in your mind and, despite all your attempts, you couldn’t forget them. you started to feel bitter and angry. of course it was easy for her to say that : she was a duchess. but you, you were a completely nobody. your parents were tailors, not aristocrats or royals. 

times flew by and, slowly but surely, soonyoung’s wedding day arrived. to your biggest surprise, soonyoung showed an immense interest in the preparations, refuting the queen’s affirmations and breaking your heart another time. after all, the affection soonyoung showed you was nothing but friendship : nothing more, nothing less. you felt even more dumb for letting her words sink into you, giving you pointless hopes, and, as you were walking towards the church, you wanted to curse at her. 

but when you arrived in the building, you knew something was off. to confirm your suspicions, you didn’t get the time to put a foot inside the church that the late queen grabbed you by the shoulders, completely panicked:

"oh my god y/n, do you know where he is?"

your heart missed a beat and you asked, totally lost :

"what do you mean, your highness? what’s going on?"

"soonyoung disappeared," the late king explained.

"he what?" you chocked, anger and anxiety rising instantly inside you. 

from the corner of the eye, you noticed haewon, as ethereal as a goddess in her sumptuous wedding dress but with the most tormented expression you’d ever seen on her soft features.

"soonyoung came here and broke the engagement. we don’t understand y/n. please tell us what you know, you’re always by his side," his mother begged you.

"i’m sorry but i really don’t know. i was with him until breakfast but he asked me to go check on the chariot and-"

and you grasped. soonyoung’s request wasn’t ordinary, you never checked the chariot before. the english queen was right. you felt so stupid, he asked you so you wouldn’t be around him to stop him from cancelling his wedding.

"i’m going to find him, don’t worry your highness."

and you started to run, perfectly aware of his hiding place.

as you expected, you found soonyoung, sat around the lake. the place you both met for the first time. such an idyllic place for an impossible relationship like yours.

"hey," you greeted, unable to say anything else.

you couldn’t find the courage to ask him why he broke his betrothal nor about his feelings. 

"it seems like you knew where to find me. as always," soonyoung giggled sadly.

bitting your bottom lips, you walked closer and sat beside him.

"go ahead, you can ask me anything you want," he encouraged you.

after a moment of hesitation, you interrogated :

"why did you break your engagement?"

a tired sigh followed your question. soonyoung’s reaction surprised you and you were about to mumbled when he stated :

"because i love you. i thought it was obvious."

his words felt like a hurricane in your head. how? why? since when? you felt joy and sorrow fighting against each other in your chest. the joy of a reciprocated love. the sorrow of the death of an impossible love which didn’t even see the light of the day.

"i cancelled this wedding because this is far from what i truly want. i don’t love haewon and i never will."

"how are you so sure? you met her only a month ago," you objected.

"i know because i love you since day one. please y/n, you’re the one i want to marry. please tell me you’ll marry me."

suddenly, all you could feel was anger. how could he be so delusional.

"stop playing with my heart soonyoung. we both know i can’t become the queen. i am not a suitable bachelorette, i’m  actually not even a bachelorette. stop putting false hopes in my heart and act like the king, please."

"please y/n, he begged, at least be honest and tell me. i need to hear it from you or i’ll lose my mind. i am the king, i can change things to make it work."

"you can but who’d give me credit? who’d support your choices? be realistic soonyoung. you have bigger responsibilities that imply you to act accordingly. we can’t love each other, this isn’t about what i want. you can allow yourself to be selfish but, for the sake of this kingdom, i can’t."

standing up abruptly, you carefully ponder to say it or not before confessing lowly. as if you wanted this to stay a secret between him, you ultimately whispered :

"i love you, but i can’t marry you. i am your knight and i’ll never be able to be more than that."

the following days, the atmosphere in the castle was far from cheerful or bright. you found every excuse to get away from soonyoung, which were extremely rare considering your role. but each time a mission was possible, you let minho assuring his safety and walked around the palace, trying to forget soonyoung’s confession. you wanted to forget and sweep away his feelings and yours. you didn’t have the right to dream about your love. and, even if it hurt, you had to deny them, even if it was the complete opposite of your true desires. 

one day, the castle received an unexpected guest : moon junhui, duke of aquitaine and the queen of england’s older brother. the young man was one of soonyoung’s closed friend, well known among the ton for his kindness and soft features and he regularly came to the capital to report the incomes of the duchy. the joy his visit brought you was quickly set aside because you knew that something wasn’t right. jun never came without being announced a week beforehand. his presence couldn’t mean anything positive. 

"hello jun, to what do i own your presence here?" soonyoung greeted him with a wide smile.

"your majesty, the young duke bowed, i am truly sorry for my sudden visit but i fear a conflict will soon rise up."

"what’s happening? with whom?" 

"the king of spain. i received a lot of letters from the inhabitants of the southern area stating their concerns about the spanish army’s movements. i think a war might occur so the country could get back the basque country."

a cuss word escaped soonyoung’s lips and you frowned your eyebrows in the same time. this country was known for being quite unstable and everyone knew that france and spain were fighting the area, not to mention some separatist movements. this smelled really bad. 

"in that case, i need to go to the border without further delay to discuss with the spanish king before a war can break out," soonyoung decided.

after jun’s thanks, soonyoung turned his head toward you. the stares you shared were the first you gave to each other after your conversation around the lake. and right now, you knew this was the stare of a king to his trusty knight, not the one between lovers. but you didn’t have time to waste on such trivial things like your feelings. the empire was threatened, you had to stay professional.

"y/n you’ll go with me. minho, you’ll be leading the corpse in charge of the protection of the castle during my absence."

"yes your majesty."

it took you two whole weeks to travel from the capital to the spanish border. the journey felt blissful, allowing to get out of the monotony and the torment from the recent events. thanks to jun’s presence, you didn’t have to stay alone with soonyoung and, if it ever happened, you managed to carry on the conversation with monosyllabic answers. 

before your leave, two soldiers left earlier in order to inform park jaemin, the ninth heir of the spanish kingdom, that soonyoung would come at the border of the country to enter into negotiations. despite the silent treatment among the two of you, you knew that you shared the same opinion : finding a good outcome will be almost impossible. the king was notoriously known for his short temperament and violent tendencies. his father used to be moderate but it didn’t stop him from feeling envious of jun’s and soonyoung’s fathers’s victory to recover the basque country. seeing that his son wanted to get it back wasn’t surprising but now that his goal wasn’t to avoid a war, trying to prevent things to escalate would be much harder.

indeed, when the three of you arrived at the castle were the negotiations will take place, you instantly guessed that the optic of jaemin’s advisors was to get the lands with a war. realistically, you knew the french kingdom was wealthier and stronger but it’d still be a huge loss for the country that soonyoung would like to avoid at all costs. but to the point of giving it up? you weren’t sure.

"hello soonyoung," jaemin greeted with a somber grin.

his blond hair was falling over his eyes where a rapacious sparkle was shining.

"hello jaemin, the younger king answered coldly, i heard that your army was stepping over lands that are out of their jurisdiction and abilities."

"there you go with your fancy words! jaemin giggled, we only are assuring ourselves that your people aren’t wasting my lands."

"your lands, jun scoffed, please, you lost the right of ownership over those lands twenty-five years ago."

"property can be conceded, the older man retorted, willingly or not."

"what do you hint?" soonyoung asked dryly, his pupils not bigger than a slit.

"that i hope you’re not scared of a war, kwon soonyoung. i won’t leave without the basque country," jaemin threatened with a wide smirk.

"then, i hope you’re not scared of being turned down because i won’t concede any iota of land."

and just like that, jaemin and his advisors left the castle, swearing that they’ll come back for further negotiations.

"i’m sure you’ll be way more cooperative next time, soon’," he threw before closing the door. 

you predicted that something will soon happened. considering how anxious jun was when he came to the royal palace, you knew that the king of spain won’t content himself with soonyoung’s refusal and will take bigger measures. you couldn’t ignore this uncomfortable feeling that, one way or another, the king will soon try to force his consent. the said young man knew you were right and, both jun and him decided to reenforce the security in the castle and its surroundings. you wanted soonyoung to leave but you were perfectly aware that he’d never withdraw, especially if his friend’s life was on the line. 

unfortunately, your fears were quickly confirmed. it was past midnight but soonyoung was still in his office and, like his good and trustful knight, you stayed with him. despite his offer, you insisted on remaining by his side, especially now that the enemy was angrier and more on edge than ever. 

and when you saw the blade from the corner of your eyes, you thanked yourself for being as stubborn as you king. drawing your sword, you kicked soonyoung to push him away from your assailant. dressed in all black, you didn’t need to think a lot to guess that he was an assassin sent by jaemin. noticing that your attacker only had a single dagger, you wondered if he underestimated you or if his blade was poisoned. you leaned towards the second option -and the first option would really offence your ego anyway. your second hypothesis seemed well-founded because the stranger was trying to force you to come closer. 

"soonyoung hurry up and get out of here!" you shouted.

"i don’t want to leave you," the young man protested.

"this is not the moment to act like a knight in shining armour. go ask for jun’s help and get out of here, i can’t lose you."

hearing footsteps behind you, you guessed that soonyoung ultimately left. your assailant was really skilled and you started to fear that you might not be enough alone. suddenly, your heart dropped when you noticed that your shirt was ripped. as your vision started to become blurry, you groaned, figuring out that the blade touched you when you pushed soonyoung away. 

scoffing to yourself, you eventually managed to pierce the assassin’s chest. with a triumphal smile, you let yourself fall on the floor when you heard footsteps coming back. you might die but you accomplished your mission until the end. and it was on this last thought that you closed your eyes, letting obscurity shallowing everything.

when you opened your eyes, you inhaled panicky. at your bedside, you found a dumbfounded jun, his hands and a new cloth up in the air. you knew it was selfish but you had hoped to find soonyoung here. but why would he? he had bigger responsibilities, that was what you told him after all, right? 

you winced when you tried to sit up and jun rushed to help you.

"slow down y/n. you stayed unconscious a whole month," he ordered.

"a month?" you repeated, shock all over your face. 

"yes, i am so happy to see you! the poison on the blade was really powerful and we didn’t know how its effects would affect you," the young duck explained.

you nodded at his words, processing everything he said. after cracking your neck and back, you asked for a glass of water.

"and what did i miss in such a long time span? where is soonyoung? what happened with the king of spain?"

"hey hey, slowly, remember?"

looking at jun’s nervous expression, you knew he was hiding you something. starting to imagine the worst, you insisted :

"please jun, tell me what happened!"

"soonyoung started new negotiations with the king," he began.

"but he sent a fucking assassin! why didn’t he bring the army?" you lost your temper.

"he didn’t want things to escalate. and we didn’t have any solid proof, the man you killed wasn’t affiliated to the spanish empire."

"okay, continue."

"soonyoung- he gave up half of the basque country," jun concluded.

"he what?" you screamed.

you couldn’t believe it. how could he give up so easily? against such a foolish king? this wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be the truth. anger rose up inside your chest and, after throwing your blanket away, you stood up. your head was pounding but, as jun begged you to take it easy, you cut :

"where is he?"

"please y/n, can’t it wait? jun pleaded, you just woke up and the medical staff still needs to examine you."

"where is this idiot?" you repeated, flames dancing in your eyes.

"in his office. he almost never leaves it," the duke finally gave up. 

hurtling like a shot into soonyoung’s apartments, you grabbed him by the collar. you didn’t missed the way his eyes brightened up and it only fanned your anger.

"y/n-"

"why the fuck did you lend half of the basque country to this shit head? i thought we said that we’d never surrender nor defer to his whims" you cut.

a smile appeared on soonyoung’s lips and your grip loosened. why did he look so much at ease? he literally lost an important part of his kingdom. and despite everything, you thought that you hadn’t seen him smile like this since a very long time.

"your life worths way more than a land, y/n. and i refused to lose you. so, at the end of the day, it really wasn’t a dilemma but more like the easiest question i’ve ever had to deal with : saving the love of my life or a land? i don’t care about the scale of my empire, this is absolutely worthless comparing to my love for you."

slowly putting a knee down, he asked you for the second time :

"y/n, would you honour me and make me the happiest man on earth by marrying me?"

but unlike the first time, you were ready. you didn’t care about the protocol, you didn’t care about your lack of royal blood, you didn’t care about anything but him.

"yes, i do."

and when you felt soonyoung’s lips on yours after waiting for so long, you thought that if you were side by side, you wouldn’t fear anything. 

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your friendship with joshua had already been written even before your births. your mothers being friends, they made a point of honour to see their children becoming friends. and they succeeded. but they probably didn’t thought only one of the two would fall for the other. hong joshua was the sweetest boy you’d ever met and, with time, you had desperately fallen for his kind smile and soft gaze. the two of you never left each other’s side and even your plans for universities were aligned -you’d go to law school and he’d be on the nearby campus in biology.

months ago, when the date of your fourth year prom had been set, you dreamt that you finally would get to live what all your friends had : a significant other who’d accompany you, who’d tell you how pretty you were and who’d share a slow dance with you. god, you even thought that you’d finally admit your crush for your childhood best friend and ask him out. you even dumbly imagined the two of you side by side on the red carpet in front of the photo-booth.

but you had been too naive and stupid. you had been so wrong. you probably should have listened to your friends who encouraged you to finally confess, saying that you were basically already a couple. but what if he didn’t feel the same and they were just over exaggerating? being best friends and being in a relationship weren’t the same things, what if he realised that you were uninteresting? or worse, what if you broke up and lose your friendship? you’d rather stay silent and stay by his side rather than losing your best friend.

and after rejecting dozen of invitations, still hoping to receive joshua’s, you felt a pang in your chest when joshua had informed you that he had accepted the invitation of park yoona, one of the prettiest girl of the entire school, despite knowing how guilty you had been for your passiveness. and when you had seen them at the photo-booth, you couldn’t help but think about how beautiful the two of them were, him in his suit and her in the most beautiful dress ever, with matching roses. you had realised how foolish you had been. he was clearly out of your league, this might be better this way, you avoided the embarrassment of not being enough.

but now, your cowardliness led you to stay alone on some stairs without any matching flower at your wrist. after looking at your phone for the hundredth time, you decided to go home. but the moment you stood up, you saw a hand open toward you.

"j-joshua?" you muttered flabbergasted.

indeed, in front of you was standing joshua, a hyacinth in his hand -your favourite flower- and the most ethereal smile on his lips.

"y/n, i know i’m so late and i am utterly sorry but please, would you honour me by sharing a dance with me?"

his question left you completely speechless, your mouth hanged open in confusion.

"but weren’t you with yoona?"

"i was but- she isn’t you."

"what do you mean-"

"she. isn’t. you. i thought i’d be able to move on but i just can’t. y/n you’re the most amazing girl i’ve ever got the pleasure to be around. i tried to get over you but it’s just impossible, how could i when you had me since the moment we met each other? i know i might break our friendship and i swear you won’t hear about me ever again if that’s what you want but i’d rather be honest with you than living like a fool forever-"

you didn’t need more to press your lips softly against his.

"never consider leaving my side ever again, you idiot," you threatened softly.

"don’t worry, you’re stuck with me now," the young boy laughed.

grabbing your hand and circling your waist in the most natural way, as if your bodies had been craved to be together, you walked toward the dance floor. after all, your prom dress wouldn’t be useless.

a/n : i’ve never got a prom in my life. my delulu ass still thinks it might be fun when i perfectly know i would have a single invitation. i was inspired by the song prom dress by mxmtoon

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vernon didn’t understand why but, recently, you started to actively seek for your "significant other". hence, you spent dozens of unsuccessful dates during the past few weeks and, each time, you felt more and more desperate. the situation was driving him insane but, as your best friend and nothing more than your best friend, he had to fulfil his role and give you a supportive shoulder. even if it hurt to see you like this, losing your unbreakable confidence. even if it hurt to see the love of his life trying to find love in someone else’s arms. but you had made it pretty clear years ago that vernon wouldn’t be anything more than your best friend. vernon could still remembrer vividly the pain he resented when he heard you say that you didn’t see him the same way he did.

and now, as you were standing in front of vernon’s front door, your lip gloss lightly faded and your eyes filled with sadness, he knew tonight wasn’t an exception.

"hi there," you whispered with a mischievous smile but the sparkle didn’t reach your eyes.

"hey, you want some ice cream?" vernon suggested.

with a vigorous nod, you both walked toward his kitchen, religiously avoiding the elephant in the room. and, while you started to eat your ice cream -hazel nut for you, a weird mix of vanilla and olive oil for vernon- he knew he couldn’t ask you about tonight. he actually didn’t have to. cause when the time felt right, you always told him. that was what you finally did, once your snacks were finished.

"he didn’t even showed up."

your voice was so low that, if vernon wasn’t so observant of all your moves, he would have missed it.

"i waited like a fucking idiot for a whole hour."

a single tear rolled on your cheeks. instantly, vernon grabbed a tissue and was about to give it to you when you suddenly hugged him. your head buried in his chest, his arms circled your waist tightly once the surprise left. you usually hated physical touch. but you hated even more to be seen crying.

"am i so unlovable, ’non?"

"you’re not," vernon refuted immediately with anger in his voice that surprised the both of you.

with a sad smile, you reasoned :

"you’re only saying this because i’m your best friend."

"i don’t, you know i never lie. y/n, you’re the prettiest and cleverest person i’ve ever met. you shouldn’t value your worth based on some unfruitful dates. if you’d let me, i’d bring you to thousand of dates."

"you shouldn’t say things like this vernon," you groaned bitterly.

"why so?" the young man asked cluelessly.

"because it makes it even harder to move on from you."

a silence followed your confession. vernon looked at you, eyes wide open and a hundred of questions to ask but the only thing he managed to answer was :

"sorry what? but you friendzoned me when we were fourteen? you told joshua that i was like a brother."

"nope, never, you refuted stubbornly, you were the one who friendzoned me. i’d never friendzoned my crush, i’m not that stupid."

"but joshua-hyung wouldn’t lie to me!" vernon argued. his senior was a tease and a menace, but not a liar.

"he didn’t lie, i did tell him that, you admitted before adding, but only because he was trying to force me to confess my feelings to you and i was sure it wasn’t reciprocated after you friendzoned me! it’s was at soonyoung’s party."

"i never did that!" vernon disagreed.

"yes you did! we were playing truth or dare and you said you didn’t have a crush on anyone in the room."

"come on, it was obviously a lie! vernon sighed, if i had told them the truth, seungkwan and chan wouldn’t have let me hear the end of it!"

the both of you carried on, debating on who friendzoned who when suddenly, vernon felt your lips on his. reaching your hair and jaw tenderly, you both slowly pulled apart.

"i might not remember all this misunderstanding but i’m the first who kissed you," you teased with a grin.

"don’t be so full of yourself, you took me off guard," vernon mumbled, falsely annoyed.

"then, does it mean you’ll bring me to thousand more dates? you asked playfully.

"well, it depends, will you admit that you friendzoned me? outch!"

"unintentionally!" you corrected after smacking the back of his head.

grabbing him softly by the shoulders you ordered :

"now kiss me more before i change my mind."

and you didn’t need to tell him twice.

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"care to explain what’s going on?" he finally asked.

"soon’, i have a pimple, here," you whined.

getting closer, the young man took your face in his hands, analysing your features while trying to refrain himself from kissing each and every inches.

"what are you saying, he frowned, you’re as stunning as ever."

"here, you blind man."

looking at the spot next to your fingertips, soonyoung noticed the pimple at the base of your nose.

"your pimple is heart-shaped? he observed, falsely outraged, is it because of your lovely face? life is so unfair!"

"stop your non-sense, you mumbled, i’m hideous… outch hey don’t hit me while i’m being dramatic!"

"you’re not being dramatic, you’re being insane. the hell you’re hideous," soonyoung scolded you, unusually worked up.

pressing a soft kiss on your nose, he added :

"to me, you’re the prettiest and most ethereal person i’ve ever had the honour to encounter."

blush instantly spread across your cheeks and, after chasing him away, you groaned :

"stop saying cheesy things like that."

to me, you are the prettiest person in the world, you thought with a tender smile.

a/n : this was inspired by the heart-shaped pimple on my nose and @seuonji reply when i sent her a pic

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as cliche as it sounded, you decided to watch the anime jihoon and you loved since the longest time while feeling sorry for the dumbass you were. well, this was your original plan. but things took a u-turn when you heard knocks on your door. reluctantly leaving the comfort of your sofa, you opened your apartment to your best friend.

"jihoon? what’s going on? do i have to kill someone?" you instantly questioned with a concerned look.

"i should be the one to ask you those questions," he replied.

"why? you frowned, i’m doing okay."

"stop lying, you’re a mess," he retorted

"i’m not a mess," you protested, slightly offended.

"i can tell you’ve been crying."

completely speechless, you were unable to enunciate anything. you might have forgotten that, after being your crush, jihoon was your best friend. he couldn’t miss any change in your behaviour. finally, you mumbled without much conviction :

"you’re being ridiculous. i’m perfectly fine."

"okay, lie to yourself and stay a chicken. but let me tell you that i am not. i am sick of acting as if i was looking at other girls when the only one that i want, see and love is you."

the confession was followed by a heavy silence. jihoon must have interpreted your lack of reaction as a rejection because he slowly started to walk away. but finally, shock moved on to happiness and gratitude.

circling his waist, you buried your face in his chest and mumbled :

"you idiot, i thought i’d never hear those words."

and it didn’t take much more than those words for jihoon to seal his lips on yours.

a/n : a huge thanks to @viewvuu for the inspo!! i’ll definitely use more angst because of you!

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minghao had learnt that you were an oceanid and, after showing him how you could control water and any kind of fluids such as the tea from his water bottle, minghao had known he definitely wasn’t dreaming. following your encounter, minghao came back everyday to the beach, hoping to find you. you weren’t hard to spot. not because of your dark blue hair, similar to a night sky, or the way you held your head, as majestic as a queen, but because of your aura. sat on a bench, you were looking at each and every passerby with the same intensity of curiosity. soon, minghao learnt that, despite being a sea spirit, you wanted to learn more about human beings, hence you had decided to walk around to study them.

minghao being a marine biologist, you had seemed to take much more interest into him than any other human. that was at least the only logical conclusion in his mind, not ready to admit the tiniest crush that started to grow in his heart.

"because my source of energy is the yellow sea, i can’t go far away from here," you had explained when minghao had asked why you didn’t left the country to explore the world.

this reality should have saddened you but, instead, you had pressed him to tell you more and more stories of his life.

the second time minghao had met you, he knew that he fell in love with you. his master degree in the bag, he had decided that he could get some holidays before starting his thesis. he didn’t come back to his hometown since the last time he had met you and, when he took a walk by the beach, he thought that maybe, after all, this had only been an illusion made by his subconscious mind.

but when he spotted your dark blue hair, he knew that it was true. when minghao arrived, he noticed that your features didn’t change, as if you didn’t age at all while he was two years older.

"i guess it wasn’t a dream," minghao mumbled.

"that’s what i always tell you! you moaned, i’m starting to believe that you don’t want me to exist at all!"

despite his change, you had instantly recognised him, the warmest smile upon your pretty lips. the young man started to feel guilty for not paying you a visit but you didn’t seem to mind, already asking for new interesting stories.

"i don’t feel the passage of time the same was as mortals do, so don’t feel sorry. in my mind, it’s like you left yesterday", you had simply stated when minghao had apologised for his long absence.

this reality should have saddened you but, instead, you had pressed him to tell you more and more stories of his life.

and, the last day of his stay, he took the time to properly kiss your lips.

the third time minghao met you, he knew that you’ll always take a huge part in his life. appointed as a researcher in marine biology, he had married the love of his life he met during his fourth year of thesis. he came back to his hometown multiple times since the last time you had met but he was unable to gather the courage to see you at the beach. he had a wife and the cutest boy ever while you were still sat on your bench, studying humans while you were an immortal being.

but one day, when his son insisted to see the sea, he finally found the strength to see you and properly apologise for his actions. when minghao arrived on the beach with his wife and child, he felt anxiety when he was unable to spot your dark blue hair. but then, when he started to feel despair sinking throughout his veins, he heard an enchanting voice behind his back :

"what a cute boy, he looks just like you."

taking a u-turn, minghao addressed you a smile :

"his name is hǎi."

"you named him sea?" you chuckled.

despite his absence, silence and cowardice, you instantly asked him about his life, how he managed to finish his thesis and how he found the job of his dreams.

"i am happy to see you grow, minghao. i am an immortal being, it’s normal for me to see you go," you reassured him when minghao properly asked for your forgiveness.

but this time, minghao knew that your immortal state saddened you because you added :

"but please next time, come around more often, i don’t want to lose my only landmark and friend."

minghao was about to swear that he will but, the moment he opened his mouth, his wife arrived at his level.

"you’re thinking aloud?" she giggled.

"no, i was-"

but when minghao turned his head toward you, you had vanished.

a single tear rolled down his cheek, mix of nostalgia and sorrow, and he could only hope that, just like the waves, you’ll come back again the same way he did.

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after grabbing a glass, you went out on the balcony. catching up with all your old friends had been exhausting to say the least. humming mindlessly, you heard the patio door opening. without looking back, you whispered :

"it’s good to see you again, seungcheol."

quickly taking a proper glance at him, you noticed the uncomfortable on his face. before thinking that he might not be as at peace as you to see his ex, he corrected :

"it’s ’cheol for you."

your eyebrows arched in surprise and you giggled sadly :

"even after all this time?"

"always."

taking a seat next to you, he stated :

"i heard from jeonghan that you finished top of the year for your whole degree."

when you nodded, he added:

"i wasn’t surprised when i learnt it. you were always the cleverest girl, that’s what i said to my teammates."

"you’re not too bad yourself, mister i-play-in-premiership," you teased, trying to hide the blush from his compliment and forget the fact that his teammates heard about you despite being his ex.

"well, i need to be on your game. i promised you after all."

trying to refrain from choking, you remembered the day seungcheol left. you were trying to smile, asking him to be happy and to be the greatest. to say that he was way beyond your expectations was an understatement.

"listen y/n, i don’t know if you want to hear this but… sometimes i regret this promise."

"why? you frowned, it has always been your dream."

with a nostalgic smile, you remembered all the times you attended his games and waited for him after his training.

"because, even if my job is my passion, i don’t feel as happy as i should. and the worst part of all of this is that i still love you. i know that i should have moved on after all this time, but i just can’t. it might be really selfish but i’d like us to try again, properly. we can make it work, despite the distance."

silence settled between the two of you and you felt grateful that he wasn’t forcing an answer out of you. knowing how observant he was, you bet that seungcheol guessed you were gathering your thoughts before saying anything and you were extremely thankful for that. this and everything else. still to this day, seungcheol was the person who knew you the best. you knew you should have moved on but you never considered the possibility of him still loving you. and you missed him so much.

taking his hand in yours, you finally whispered :

"i still love you, ’cheol. so please, never go where i can’t follow you ever again."

it didn’t much more for the young man to kiss your lips tenderly.

"it seems like i have a new promise to keep safe."

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