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“Love, are you ready?”

My shaking hands were enveloped with his large, warm ones, calming my anxiety.

“No, oh my gosh. I’m gonna mess it up” I wailed. He chuckled quietly, eyes turning into soft crescents. He was kneeling before me, beautiful brown eyes gazing in mine.

“Whatever it is, I’ll always love you. You know that right?” He asked.

I smiled at him. “I know.”

We were about to get married. I was about to get married to the love of my life. Oh my gosh, I’m gonna mess this up so bad. I bit my lip as another set of tears made their way to my eyes.

He frowned, bringing a hand up to my cheek. Ever so gently caressing it as he smiled at me.

“No matter what, you stutter or you sneeze I’ll be there. And for all you know, I could probably trip while standing there. Because when I see that beautiful face,” He breathed out shakily.

“When I see you walking towards me, I swear my knees are gonna buckle and I’m gonna probably faint.”

I giggled, squeezing his hand. He moved to sit beside me on the couch. “I swear I’m not lying. Because everyday I wonder. How in heaven's name did I end up with a person like you?”

He cupped my cheek pulling me in for a short, sweet kiss that had me swooning.

I exhaled shakily. “But I’m scared,” I whispered to him.

“Why are you scared, sweetheart? If I’m here with you, you’ve got nothing to be scared of.” He picked me up, placing me on his lap.

He made sure I was comfortable and leaned my head against his shoulder.

“I don’t think I’ll be good.” My voice wavered as tears flooded my eyes. “I don’t think I’ll be a good mother, a good queen, a good daughter in law, a good wife,”

Tears began to escape my eyes, trailing down my cheeks. I hid my face in his chest, sobbing quietly. He didn’t utter a word, rather stayed silent and rocked me, slowly.

“Why must you worry about that?” He raised my head from his chest, gazing lovingly at my glassy eyes.

He brought his lips to my forehead, pressing a soft kiss. “You never have to worry about being a good queen, mother or daughter in law. You’re a good person. That’s all that matters to me. We have so much to explore in our lives. You just have to let it flow. Okay?”

I nodded, sniffling quietly. “Okay.”

“And whatever it is, we go through it together.”

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Yeosang sighed loudly and jumped on the bed, letting out a quiet “oof” that had me laughing. We’d just finished with the wedding formalities, coronation and greeting of subjects. Now, we were back to our room in the palace.

“Long day Mr.Kang?” I asked, giggling quietly.

He smirked, turning to his side to get a good look at me. “Always bearable if I have you around, Mrs. Kang.” He winked.

Shaking my head I moved towards the vanity to remove my jewelry and make-up. Through the mirror I saw him sit up on the bed, hands supporting him as he stretched his back.

Black, fluffy hair bouncing as he laid his head back and groaned softly. Such a simple movement had me going in a frenzy.

Looking back at myself I noticed my cheeks were red. Not the time, y/n. I chastised.

I removed my head pieces and let my hair open, rubbing my scalp to release some of the pain. I closed my eyes and moaned softly.

I snapped my eyes open as another pair of hands replaced mine. I leaned against his chest. Smiling softly.

He laced an arm around my waist, the other hand still rubbing my hair. “Is my queen tired?” He whispered.

I nodded, a tired hum leaving my lips. Goosebumps arose on my neck as his lips began kissing my neck.

His hand rested on my waist as he continued kissing me. I closed my eyes as pleasure filled me, gasping quietly when he began sucking.

He pulled me closer to him. His hot breath tickled my ear as he whispered,

“Let me worship you, my Queen.”

“Good morning baby,” she murmured.

“Good morning,” I whispered back, enticed by her beauty.

She turned fully, facing me. After studying me for a few minutes she spoke. “What’re you thinking about?”

“You.” I said, without missing a beat. Her cheeks flushed and she covered her face with the blanket.

I pulled the thick blanket away from the face, admiring the way her cheeks reddened. “Don’t hide that blush from me,” I said. “It’s swells my heart knowing that I caused it.”

“Shh,” she shook her head.

“What ‘Shh’ you occupy my thoughts all the time. So much so that you’ve never left it since I saw you” I chuckled.

“Stop” she whined, dragging out the word like a kid.

“I always say the truth, I’m a really straightforward person you see,” I shrugged.

“Oh please,” she snorted. “I know that better than anyone,”

“Is that so?”

“Obviously! Or did you forget about how you asked me out?”

“Meh, remind me,” I smirked, seeing the corner of her lips lift in annoyance.

“You literally asked me out while we were having a conversation about burritos.” She exasperated.

“I don’t remember,” I pursed my lip, holding my laughter.

I’d asked her out in the most ungentlemanly way possible. While having a conversation about burritos and if prawn belongs to it or not, I simply asked her on a date. She choked on the burrito, while I laughed.

“You had the nerve to laugh at me after pulling such a trick!”

“I didn’t know I had that much of an effect on you,”

“Please, I’m so romantically love deprived that even the smallest of compliments makes me choke. What’d you expect when you’d asked me out of the blue like that??” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“You don’t know that you have that kinda an effect on me too,” I whispered.

The cheeriness in the air lowered and a more intimate atmosphere surrounded us.

“You’re kidding,” she deadpanned. “You’re like the least non-confident person I’ve met.

“Oh you don’t know baby, the way my hands trembled and my heart raced and how tiny drops of sweat formed on my forehead and my goodness did I mention the heart racing?”

She chucked. “Yes, yes you did”

I sighed, running my hands down her arm. “I love you,” I murmured

“I love you more,”

I write almost all genres like smut or fluff or angst — but I don’t do anything that has to do with abuse or death and all that dark stuff tho.