𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒔 ☼ 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞

                     the  heiress  initially  planned  to  stay  indoors  and  relax  since  she  got  the  day  off.   for  a  whole  week   ,   she’s  always  been  seen  wearing  heels.   due  to  the  recent  comeback  she  had   ,   her  schedule’s  packed  and  she  barely  gets  the  rest  she  deserves.   that’s  why  when  the  female’s  trying  to  drag  her  outside   ,   he  only  response  is  a  groan   ,   holding  on  tightly  on  the  couch  as  if  the  female  will  definitely  drag  her  outside.   however   ,   as  soon  as  she  sees  the  pout  on  her  lips   ,   she  can’t  help  but  finally  give  in.     “   fine.   but   ,   let’s  not  stay  out  for  so  long.   i’m  so  sick  of  seeing  the  outside  world.   i  miss  my  apartment.   especially  my  couch  and  tv.   ”     she  giggles   ,   eventually  standing  up.     “   let  me  just  get  ready.   ” 

     the idea that he could be failing a school subject made him genuinely laugh. the material was easy to comprehend, and he’d never failed anything before - the lowest grade he’d ever gotten on anything was a 72. but he was aware that his current frustrations could send a different message that to anyone who didn’t have access to his internal dialogue. “ my bad. you look like someone i know,” was all he said in response. he considered sending the beauty on their way, but he noticed that they seemed eager to speak to him. dismissing them would be rude and unnecessary. “ i’m dakota. aquarius and an anime binge watcher. tattoo enthuiast. and for the record, i’ve never failed a class a day in my life. i’m just hungover. but i’m honored that a Royal such as yourself is extending your grace to a lowly subject.” now, he was poking fun at them. “ do you always go up to strangers and subtly flex ? ” 

she was already devising a plan for them to break up. could it be due to the differences? possibly. his lifestyle and her lifestyle being two different worlds– then again, it seemed too obvious. there was no umph. they broke up after a few months? how sad. we knew it wouldn’t work out anyways. the false criticism she had created in replacement of the citizens’ thoughts had already angered her, knowing the outcome from breaking up. she can’t just pick a king? we’ve been under her rule for so long. can she date the prime minister, did she not go on blind dates with other people? these were just a few phrases that had been traveling along the palace’s halls, it irked her to even address these issues. then again, that’s why she was with woosung in the first place, right? being one of the only “commoners” that hyejung had become friends with, she wanted to break the stereotype to the media that they were allowed to date – she was allowed to do whatever she wanted, just as long as the kingdom of corea doesn’t come crumbling down. “i just think handsome guys like you have a big ego all-in-all.” she scoffs, a bit of a slip up because she had admitted earlier that she wasn’t attracted to him. then again, was it really? she found him handsome, but their attraction levels were at a minimum - hence why they were only friends in the first place. “let’s spin the tables. are you attracted t’me? why’d y’say yes in the first place?” his tone had become sultry, she could feel it in the way her breathing had changed. no. why was she affected?

it all happened so quickly, she didn’t know how to react. one moment they were inches away from each other and then the next, he’s propped her up on his lap, his hands sending chills down her spine. was it good, was it bad? was it exciting? she’s never really been in this position before and he plays with the hem of her blouse, it catches her off guard but she musters up the courage to answer back. “what do you mean, fun?” she’s positioned in a way where she could easily look down on him, his hands exploring. curiosity killed the cat, and she wanted to delve into what his ideas of fun were if she was going to pull off this trick. 

he was living in a new WORLD he knew nothing about and the thought of manipulating ROYALTY got his adrenaline pumping. it was a game that the mere thought of let him completely and utterly exhilarated. he knew that in no time at all however, he and the princess would have to go down their own paths and say goodbye. it the back of his mind, he wanted to delay that as far as possible and it wasn’t because of the fact that he had any GENUINE feelings for her, no. it was plainly because of the fact it’d look good for him. dumped by a princess? for woosung, it would only help his client list grow after this game was finished. “ well, how could i not be attracted to you ? you’re beautiful. you’re art. ” he was having so much fun playing with the princess, he was becoming to get lost in the mere chase and the mere fact that these two were in a public domain and here he was, edging her on. 

had he forgotten that she had a public image to maintain? the fact that there was even a thought of the man causing a scandal– wait. it was possible, though the press already knew who he was. he was the prime minister, she was the princess who was dating someone who wasn’t the prime minister. then again, people could try to comprehend it as some kind of affair (that wasn’t right in her morals. even if she was fake dating woosung.) she hears the sigh and boy, it was deep. this causes her to raise an eyebrow, crossing her arms at the male. what? was there something specific that she had done wrong? “i wouldn’t have let them. you’re makin’ up scenarios in your head now. tell me, though. would you have done something if they tried to make a move?” she wasn’t interested in the prime minister in anyway, shaking her head at the thought. though she knew that he had been trying to court her for the past few years, she’s already expressed that she wasn’t interested – at least not with him. she mumbles under her breath, a little frustrated before rubbing her eyes. “do i hear worry coming from you right now? worried– about me?” she takes a step closer to press her arm against his own, the annoyance now turning into child’s play. “yeah? is this super glue enough?”  

     she feels like she’s run around in an endless loop. how does she know that it won’t just happen again? gianna’s trying to convince herself: he’s drunk. he doesn’t mean it. why would he? she still can’t meet his eyes, she feels the burning behind her lids. the tears that were forming and waiting to fall. her fingers curl into fists on her thighs as she can feel him near her. the biggest mistake she made tonight was letting him in. and opening her eyes to the sight that really tore her heart.            “ you can’t just say that. not now. not while you’re intoxicated. you’re just saying that to make me stay, “ she hiccuped, shaking her head vigorously. “ you don’t want me. you never have, hyun. “ dainty hands shake as she flexes her fingers, her attempt to not cry breaking right before him. 

  hyun is on the road to self destruction and here he was clinging onto the last thread of hope that he had. he wanted to savor the happiness, however fleeting it may turn out to be. with guilt ridden eyes, the male can no longer look the other in the eyes. now, his eyes fall to the floor, a wave of resignation washing over him. he stays silent for the first time tonight, letting her speak her mind before mustering up the courage to speak once again for himself.  

they lock eyes, the fizzy feeling of alcohol causes her to giggle, her cheeks filled with a pink tit as she tilts her head. what was it that instilled emotions like this to bubble up to the surface? she chose her poison, he chose his. they had camped out in front of her balcony, figures occupying bean bag chairs that she kept just in case company was over – in this instance, moon was over again. she never minded it, how light her hair felt when he started to play around with it. the compliment causes her to freeze, raising both eyebrows in confusion. shit. um. accept the compliment. “r-really?” it was apparent that she was nervous, breaking the gaze they held to look down for a moment before glancing up once more. it was intimate, not even by physical actions but from words and it caused her ears to flush red. “kind of.. sometimes. thank you..” she mumbles, glazing over his own complexion. “you’re pretty attractive yourself. i just.. i just don’t know how to put it in words.” she huffs out, nodding before taking a sip of her soju.  

          BEING  A  LONGTIME  FRIEND  OF  HYUN  has  taught  niani  a  thing  or  two.  never  bite  down  on  him  whenever  he’s  barking  is  one  of  those  things  ;  today  is  no  different.  they  refuse  to  deviate  from  their  own  self-made  rules  when  it  comes  to  the  male.  ‘’  always  so  colorful  with  your  words  ,  hm  ?  ’’  they  laugh  ,  more  to  themself  than  to  the  artist.  ‘’  if  i  didn’t  love  your  work  ,  i  wouldn’t  have  a  few  tats  myself.  i  paid  you  to  do  those  ,  i  can  imagine  if  someone’s  not  satisfied  ,  they  might  have  a  complaint.  ’’  they  pat  hyun’s  thigh  ,  raising  a  brow.  ‘’  oh  ,  i’m  very  aware  ,  love.  how  do  you  feel  about  a  drink  and  some  dinner  ?  ’’ 

boy, was he exhausted to his wits end and whenever hyun was in one of his moods it’s always spelled trouble for those who were near him. “pieces of shit think that they can shit all over someone else’s work it’s fuckin’ annoying. c’mon, you like my work don’t ya?” he can’t help but let out an aggravated groan as he sinks into his couch, looking over at his company with an apologetic look now plastered onto his face. “in my defense, i told you i was a little crazy from the start.”