#kavufics

“Y/n!”

I turned my head to see Hongjoong running towards me.

“We need you at the gates,” he heaved. Pointing behind him. “Someone- foreigner.”

I furrowed my eyebrows before jogging towards the place he pointed. He followed behind me, panting heavily.

“The kingdom rule states that unless there is a formal invitation or meeting with the king; no one is allowed through the kingdom gates.”

Mingi’s deep voice reached my ears and I jumped over a fallen log towards the scene.

“What’s going on?” I questioned, enraging from the woods. A quick shortcut taken from the main market to the kingdom gates.

An unknown man- most likely a prince considering the jewels he adorned- and two others were outside the kingdom gates. Mingi and Wooyoung stood in front of them, preventing them from entering.

The man sighed. “Look, I’m here to meet princess y/n, her brother had promised a meeting with her today.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, I scrutinised him, unsure of the unknown man. “I’m y/n”

His eyes snapped to mine. A fedora hooded his beautiful brown orbs that seemed to suck me in. His pink lips pulled into a smile. “Are you?”

“Yes I am. And I can assure that my brother spoke nothing of meeting with a prince- that too of a foreign land.”

His eyes pierced through mine and I struggled with keeping them emotionless.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of Jung Yunho? Prince of the Horizon Kingdom.”

I racked my brain, remembering the familiar name. We were indeed supposed to meet, but it wasn’t until next week.

I stared at him, confused. “Weren’t you supposed to be here next week?”

He hopped off his horse, with an effortless jump. Removing his fedora hat, he winked at me. “I like to exceed expectations.”

I raised my eyebrow at his cocky comment. “I’m sure you do.” I murmured, glancing over his fit figure.

“Princess, should we let him in?” Mingi whispered in my ear. I nodded at the guard.

“Follow us, your highness,” Mingi said.

Yunho nodded, gesturing to his friends to get down from their horses as well. They walked towards us, pulling the horses with them.

“These are my guards and close friends: Choi San and Park Seonghwa.”

I nodded, greeting them with a subtle smile. Wooyoung and Hongjoong began conversing with the latter as Mingi walked in front, leading the way. I felt a presence behind me.

“So princess, what do you like about your kingdom?”

His deep yet vague question had me startled. “Why? Don’t people usually start by asking about their interests or hobbies?”

He shrugged. “Just curious. I’d rather know what kind of person they are rather than their interests. Plus, I’m not too fond of my kingdom, they’re extremely cultural and I hate it.” He spat. “My younger sister suffers because of the culture and unreasonable traditions.”

I frowned, culture was beautiful yet destructive. Conservative thoughts and teachings restrained the future generation to speak up- some cultures going as far as degrading one for their gender or preferences.

“That’s true, my older brother doesn’t like it either. Which is why he protects those who have different interests with reasoning.”

I looked up to meet his eyes, that held the depth of the earth. They glistened under the sunlight, bringing out a mix of colours unexplainable to the naked eye.

“I’m glad.” He smiled. “Even if we do get betrothed, I plan to do the same for my kingdom. And I’d like my queen to share the same thoughts as me.”

He gently nudged me with his elbow, in a taunting way- to which I giggled. “Yes, my king”

It was surprising how comfortable we were with each other, only after exchanging a few words. After a short walk through the main market- earning curious glances from the people who immediately cowered in fear from Mingi’s glares- we reached the palace gates.

We walked in together, occasionally greeting known guards until we walked into the throne room. My brother sat on the throne, a paper in hand along with a quill and ink.

“Oh, y/n!” Yeosang perked, looking up from his paper. “You’ve brought a guest.”

I nodded sheepishly. “This is Jung Yunho of the Horizon Kingdom. He had an unexpected notice a few days back and sadly couldn’t come when scheduled.”

I lied smoothly, feeling Yunho’s curious gaze on me. Yeosang shook his head, a disappointed smile on his lips. “Why’re you lying?” Yeosang asked in our mother tongue.

He really is my older brother. I laughed a little before replying. “Yes, what I said was a lie but some of it was the truth. He did come in unexpectedly but when I asked what had happened, he said and I quote- ‘I like to exceed expectations’”

A hearty laugh escaped his lips as my friends giggled behind me quietly. “Take him to your room and have a good talk with him. If he seems threatening- do tell me. I’ll have a talk with him.”

His voice darkened at the end of the sentence, a silent threat hung in the air.

I smiled up at Yunho. “He suggested we speak in my room, follow me. I’ll lead you.”

His eyes twinkled with mirth and we commenced to our room. _________________________________________

As we exchanged formal introductions, we learnt more about each other. I realised that we were more alike than we thought, sharing the same morals and mindset.

A soft knock was heard on my door. “Y/n!!”

My eyes widened and I scrambled to get Yunho off my bed. “Go hide in the closet!” I whispered to him.

He looked at me incredulously, disbelief overtaking his features. “What?! Excuse me?!”

I hastily covered his mouth. “Y/n? Is there anyone there with you?” A muffled voice was heard from behind the door.

“Nope! Just changing!” I yelled. I leaned towards Yunho, whispering in his ear.

“My younger brother hates when I have other boys over. I don’t have the best history with men and he has sought out to ‘protect me’” I said using my fingers as quotation marks.

He looked confused and weirded out but I didn’t have time to justify myself. I pushed him towards my closet, sliding the door closed.

“Please don’t make a sound,” I whispered before walking towards the door.

Plastering a fake smile on my face I opened the door, revealing my very impatient younger brother; Jongho.

“You took forever!” He exasperated. “Come! I want you to see my new painting.”

He grabbed my forearm, pulling me out the room. I pulled back, gently removing my arm from his grip. “I’m really sorry Jongho, but I have to finish up a book by today- or else my teacher will scold me.” I frowned.

He pouted before nodding sadly. “Okay.” He trudged out of my room, sulking all the way. I giggled at my younger brother, feeling my heart swell with wholesomeness.

I closed the door, leaning against it with a sigh. I slid down, bringing my knees to my chest.

“You lie a lot, princess”

His sweet honey-coated voice flooded my ears as I snapped my eyes to him. He stood outside the closet, shutting the sliding door.

I sighed, pursing my lips. “I know. But I don’t have much of a choice.”

I grimaced, realising how pathetic my reasoning sounded. He hummed in uncertainty, looking at me with monotone eyes.

“A few years ago, I was set up with a man of my choice.” I sighed, regretting the decision my naive younger self had made. I turned to him, a sad smile playing on my lips. “I won’t go into much detail but he wasn’t what I thought he was. Under his loving facade hid a monster- hungry for money and power.

He was ready to do anything it took to reach his goal. Long story short, I got my heart broken, was banned from choosing my own groom, my brothers began to be much more protective of me and,” I flung my arms in defeat. “Here we are.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “I understand but that doesn’t explain why you lied to your older brother.”

His tone was questioning, and I hesitated while replying. “My brother doesn't like it when people try to outsmart him. He finds it,” I paused, searching for the right word. “Egotistical.”

“He prefers the average groom to be gentlemanly rather than charming. ” I laughed nervously.

A sly smirk took his lips. “Are you implying I’m charming, princess?”

My eyes widened at the comment. “No! I, uh. You’re nice just the way you are but- uh no you’re charming and uh but my bro- brother! He doesn’t like charming people, yeah,”

I shook my head, feeling flustered that I’d embarrassed myself. A choked cough escaped his lips as he clutched his mouth to prevent doubling over in laughter.

My face began heating up as I muttered to myself in my mother tongue. “Gosh, y/n. Get it together, I know he’s handsome but you have your pride, protect it.”

“Just because you’re speaking in another language doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re talking about me, princess.” His voice echoed in the room, a little louder than before.

I hadn’t noticed that he’d stepped closer to me- after all I was busy chastising myself. His close proximity momentarily had me stop breathing.

“I- I wasn’t talking about you,” I stammered. “I was just giving myself a pep talk.” I huffed out, avoiding his eyes.

He raised an eyebrow. A flirty glint in his eyes. “Is that so? Does it mean I make you so nervous that you have to give yourself a pep talk to talk to me?”

His smug expression made me want to swoon and at the same time, smack him. His cockiness infuriated me to no end but impressed me just as much.

I coughed. “Keep dreaming prince,”

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Of you? Always.”

Memories; Park Seonghwa

⚠️TW: mentions of death, and a lot of crying⚠️

Memories, they always stay. Some fade away, leaving no traces of the present we’d once lived. Yet, some stay. Some haunt us.

Some, help us be us.

We hold onto these memories, no matter how big or small, forgetting that the world moves forward. Devastation consumes our brain, driving us towards the brink of insanity.

We desperately hold onto those memories for a faint feeling of euphoria, the same we’d felt when we were in that moment.

You realise the world moves forward, yet you are left behind. Hanging onto those memories as your sanity slowly strips away from you, leaving nothing but darkness.

Stumbling up the stairs, You reached your front door with the help of your brother, Mingi. After consuming too much alcohol, You were certainly not sober enough to reach home alone.

“Y/n? Y/n? You can’t black out on me, I don’t know where your key is”

Pushing yourself from his chest, you shoved your bag at him. “It’s in the bag,” You mumbled.

He sighed, searching the bag. “Y/n, you have to change. Move on, it’s been six months, you can’t keep doing this.”

The gentle jingle of the keys had you looking up groggily. You watched as he clicked the door open. He shoved the key in your bag and opened the door, gently dragging you along.

You immediately flopped on the couch, fatigue overtaking your body.

“Oh god, y/n it smells disgusting here, when did you last clean the place?”

You mumbled incoherently, and he took it as a sign to leave. “God I really hope she gets better.”

While he took his leave, You snuggled into the dusty blanket, the same blanket you’d cuddle in with your fiancé.

You began to fall asleep, balancing on the brink of dreams and reality.

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“Seonghwa!” You cheered loudly, jumping on your boyfriend.

The camera went toppling down, leaving a gentle view of grass and houses while laughter resonated in the living room.

Watching videos was one of the ways you could let the good memories triumph over the bad ones. Yet, no matter how hard you tried; one bad memory always overshadowed the good ones.

“God, I love you so much y/n, I’d do anything for you.” Seonghwa’s muffled voice reached your ears, you abruptly got up, shutting off the tv.

A pained sigh left you as you wiped a stray tear on your cheek. Tossing the remote on the couch, you trudged upstairs, dragging the soft blanket with you.

You were alone in the room, yet the atmosphere was tense and sombre. As you glanced at the charred furniture, memories began playing in your head.

The room that once held the love of your life, the same room where you cuddled in his arms after a long day, was scorched.

A fire. A silly little bush fire, which ruined your life.

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It was the day before your 6 year dating anniversary. Seonghwa had planned a ring for you, since he knew you were the one.

He looked at the glimmering diamond shyly, never in his life had he imagined that he would propose to someone. But after spending so much time with you, he realised that you helped him become better, you helped him become him.

While he sat in his room practicing his speech, you were downstairs, making cupcakes for him. Placing a small candle on the cake, you light up a match carefully, lighting up the candle.

Carelessly, you tossed the burnt match behind you not knowing it hit a nearby bush.

Seonghwa began to feel hot, not from the excitement but from the weather. He looked around before spotting a flickering light.

His eyes widened and he ran towards the kitchen, his first concern being your safety and well-being. You were clueless to the smell, assuming it was the smell coming from the oven since you left it open to cool off.

You picked up the frosting bag, decorating the cupcakes while moving your hips to the soft beat of music which played in your ears.

“Y/n! Look out!” He moved you just in time as the window panel collapsed on top of the sink. Tiny flickers of fire began to consume the wooden counter. The fire began to grow and both of you clutched each other, in a trance of shock.

He moved first, frantically looking for a hose. “Get out of the house y/n, I’m coming!”

He had only one thought in mind. Get the ring and run out.

He ran out your arms, into the smoke. The fire began to reach up to the stairs and walls. Dainty wallpapers and curtains began to catch on fire, peeling off the walls. As the heat consumed the house, black smoke emitted from the wrath, leaving you gasping for air.

You clutched the countertop, calling for help. You coughed, feeling suffocated. Ashy smoke floated around the house, preventing you from seeing clearly.

“Seonghwa! Forget it!” You coughed out. “Please just come out!”

Upstairs, Seonghwa searched the room for the familiar navy blue velvet box. He looked around frantically, sweat coating his forehead. The crackling of the fire seemed to taunt him to give up, not helping his already anxious state.

He hastily threw the sheets behind him, tossing pillows and blankets in search for the box. A gentle thud alarmed him and he ran to the other side of the bed, the tiny box hiding near the corner.

He grabbed the box, sighing happily. “Oh thank god.”

He turned around and his face paled. The pillows and blankets that he threw blocked the door, what’s worse was that it was on fire. His breath hitched as a rush of panic took over his body. Stuffing the box in his pocket, he ran towards the window, desperately trying to get it open.

“Ah, fuck!” He yelled, realising the window was jammed. Should’ve listened to y/n when she said to change windows.

“I only have to make it downstairs. Make it downstairs Hwa, and then you’ll be with y/n. You can do this.”

And he ran in, head first.

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As you waited for him, your eyes watered in fear and frustration. Tiny particles made their way into your eyes, fueling the desire to weep as you waited for your boyfriend.

The flame around you grew, reaching ceilings as they slowly collapsed around you. You shifted around, moving to safer places until you reached the bottom of the stairs. The entire area was trashed with fallen wood and burnt furniture.

“Oh please, please. Seonghwa, please just come down.”

A loud crash was heard and a bellowing yell followed. You immediately imagined the worse, turning towards the sound.

“Seonghwa?!”

“Y/n?”

Seonghwa clutched his leg in pain, coughing. “Y/n! I told you to get out! What are you doing here?!”

“I was waiting for you!” You sniffled.

Seonghwa sighed loudly, anger clouding his mind. He wobbled down the stairs, grabbing you by the shoulders, a vexed glint in his eyes.

“I told you to get out of the house! It’s dangerous in here,”

“I know but I-”

You weren’t able to complete the sentence as you were pushed out of the way. You groaned in pain as your back met with the floor with a large thud. You groggily stood up, wincing.

In front lay Seonghwa, crushed under the weight of the broken ceiling. You rushed to his aid, your emotions clashing against each other.

Pulling his unconscious body from under the weight, you kneeled beside him trying to wake him.

“S- Seonghwa?” You tapped his cheek, trying to wake him. “P-please wake up, love. You can’t leave me, please.”

You sobbed, tears falling on his face. He groggily opened his eyes, smiling gently. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” he mumbled.

You grabbed his hand, a sob racking through you at his words. You sniffled, shaking your head. “No, no please don’t go, I can’t live without you,”

“Shh,” His brown orbs held tears and they wavered as they stared into yours. Thousands of emotions floated in his eyes, conveying the same message.

“I will never leave you darling, I’m always here. I promise,” he whispered, tightening his hold on your hand. “No matter what, I will always be here with you, always”

You shook your head, his words doing nothing but worry you. “No- no, you’re gonna be here.” You hiccuped. “You’re- you’re gonna be with me and you will live, and we’ll be happy and,”

Unable to complete the sentence, you sobbed squeezing your eyes shut. Please, I beg of you, whoever you are please let this all be a bad dream.

“Hey baby, look at me,” he gently brushed away the tears on your face as his tears rolled down the side of his face.

“I promise, I’ll never leave you,” He held your face with love, caressing your cheek.

You nodded, before leaning in for a short kiss. It was painful, imitating a sad, agonising goodbye. “I love you, Seonghwa please don’t leave me baby, I love you so much,”

He breathed out a laugh, “I told you baby, I’m not going anywhere. I love you, my wife.”

You watched as he whispered his last words, the life in his eyes disappearing as he smiled in content, content that he was able to spend his last moments with his love.

“No, No!” You screeched, shaking his lifeless body. “Seonghwa! No!” You sobbed. “You promised you wouldn’t leave, please come back,”

You coughed loudly, the smoke fogging around you.

“Miss?! Miss?! Please get out of the house!” Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you up. You thrashed in the arms, “let me go! Please let me go! Save him! Not me!”

Your words were heard by deaf ears, as the man dragged you out of the house. You watched other men clamber into your house, placing your boyfriend’s body on a stretcher.

“I love you,” you whispered.

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You sat on the cold hospital bench. Gentle, cool air blew around you as the whirring of aircons cut the silence.

“Miss.Y/n?”

Your head snapped up at your name and you met the solemn eyes of the doctor. “Thankfully, you didn’t suffer many injuries. The smoke from the fire has disturbed your lungs so a few medicines will be prescribed to you, and as for your husband,” he trailed off, a sad smile on his lips. Your eyes glimmered with false hope, you knew the truth- yet you wanted to believe the lie.

“Unfortunately, he passed away.”

You nodded, holding back another set of tears. “And in his pocket, we found this.”

A small, navy blue velvet box was handed over to you. With shaky hands you opened the box, revealing a small diamond. It glistened under the light, a few words etched on the inside of the ring.

My love, my queen, my wife.

Registering the words, you grazed them with your fingers, feeling the engraved promise under your fingertips. Your eyes blurred as warm tears fell on your hands and the ring.

“I’m sorry for your loss, excuse me,” the doctor mumbled, walking away from you.

You collapsed on your knees, as they met the cold floor the pain did nothing but confirm the nightmare you were living in.

You walked towards the tombstone, a soft rustle of grass following after each step. You set a bouquet of roses, daisies and chrysanthemums at its base.

Sitting down on the grass, you conversed with your lover, talking to him about the days you spent without him.

“You know, I get sad really easily.” You scoffed, fidgeting with the ring on your finger. “I mean, I see that same yellow cup you used to use for coffee and I’d cry.”

You looked up at the cloudy sky, a faint memory playing in your mind. “One time, I was cleaning the house, the first time after you passed. I found your mic, the first gift I gave you. It was cheap and it stopped working after a few months but you still kept it in your room, clean and tidy.

I remember when I tried to take it away and you got so mad, until you realised the amount of dust that was collecting in it.” You giggled.

“I really wish you were here Seonghwa,” You sniffled. “I miss you so much,”

“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.”

Pregnant.

Oh my goodness.

In your life, you’d never thought a simple word could turn your life around. You were happy, of course you were, a little life; a small baby was growing inside of you.

You were going to become a parent, a mother.

You smiled from ear to ear, a soft squeal escaping your lips. “I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant! I am preggooooo!”

You jumped around the bathroom, squealing loudly. Tears of joy cascaded down your face and you kept looking back at the stick.

The same words stared back at you and you bit your lip.

“I can’t wait to tell him,”

You wiped your tears and walked out, when you stopped.

What will he think?

Yeosang was always cold, but sometimes he’d show the fun, perky side of him. Which you loved. You adored the fact that he trusted you so much. Even after spending years together, reading him was difficult. Lately he's been closed off and focused more on his work.

Whatever it is, it’s for the best.

You walked to the kitchen and began preparing dinner. You prepared his favourite dish and set the table.

As you waited for the food to cool down, you went upstairs for a quick shower. Changing into cleaner and comfortable clothes, you heard the front door open and anticipation filled your chest.

Oh lord, here I go.

“Baby?! I’m home!”

His husky voice travelled through the house and you rushed to greet him. Throwing your arms around his neck you pulled him close to you, hugging him tight.

He let out a yelp of surprise before chuckling. “You’re happy today. Did something special happen?”

His firm hands gripped your waists as he gently pulled you away to look at you. He admired your face, his eyes travelling to your lips.

He leaned in for a peck and you squealed in surprise. “What’s that for?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why? Can’t I kiss my wife?”

You blushed, giggling quietly. “I’ve already set the food, go shower”

You turned around, walking towards the kitchen before looking back at him. “Oh right!” He looked up, his eyebrows raised. “I have something to tell you. So quickly wash up, change and come down.”

Yeosang looked at your retreating back, loosening his tie. He trudged towards the bedroom and walked in the shower. Mumbling to himself.

“Did I do something wrong?”

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As Yeosang neared the kitchen, the familiar smell of his favourite dish had his mouth watering. He rushed to the kitchen, loving the sight of you serving food on both plates. He admired you for a second, wondering how he ended up with a gorgeous queen like yourself.

“I can’t believe she’s mine.” He said under his breath.

He walked to you and sat near, eating the food silently.

Meanwhile, thoughts raced in your head.

What if he doesn’t want the baby?

Is it too early?

What do I do?

Oh my god, I’m a mom!

“Sweetie are you okay?”

You shook your head, looking at your husband. “N-no!” You stuttered. “I’m good,”

“Is there something wrong? What’s on your mind? You look pale all of a sudden, are you ill?”

You shook your head. “I’m fine Yeosang.”

She used the full name, He shrugged and went back to eating, and you waited for your heart to calm down. As soon as you two were done, you cleant the table and gathered the plates, putting them in the sink.

You ventured into the living room, seeing Yeosang sitting comfortably while scrolling through channels.

It’s time.

Oh god.

“Yeosang-ah, can I talk to you for a second?”

He switched off the tv and looked at you. You sat beside him, gently holding his hands.

“What’s wrong?”

“So I missed my periods, this month,” you mumbled out.

His eyebrows furrowed. “Do we have to go to the doctor? Haven’t you been eating well?”

“So today I took a test,” you peeled at him from your eyelashes, and his concerned eyes warmed your heart.

“I’m pregnant.” You whispered.

He stayed silent for a moment, and you could feel your anxiety pile up by the second.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh my god”

He got up suddenly, bringing his hands to his mouth. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispered.

He rushed to you, smashing his lips against yours. The kiss took you off guard, but you melted against him, kissing him back.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He yelled, pulling away.

A surprised laugh escaped you and you watched Yeosang run around the hall room, jumping, hopping, squealing. He grabbed a pillow and bit into it before throwing it to the ground.

Violent much?

You were surprised by his behaviour but stayed quiet, you loved seeing him carefree and happy. Your heart fueled with happiness as you watched him roll around the floor.

“I can’t believe it!” He stopped, before looking at you with wide eyes.

“It’s not a prank, is it?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s not, I took the test this afternoon and I was waiting for you to come back-”

“This afternoon?! Baby! Why didn’t you call me?!” he grabbed your shoulders, settling down next to you.

“I would’ve run from work.” You smiled at his ernesty and wrapped your arms around him. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Disturb? Baby no! The day I married you, I promised myself that I’d work hard, I’d be better so I can make a better life for us. We’ve got all that we need and right now,” he smiled at you, cupping your face. “Our family is all that matters, you and our child are the most important people for me okay?”

You nodded at him. His eyes held love and so many emotions, I was so happy to call him mine.

“I love you,”

“I love you too, princess.”

Baking confessions; Song Mingi & Choi San.

Mingi’s ears perked up at the familiar tune of the doorbell. He hastily wiped his hands on his apron and quickly ran to the front door.

Outside the younger’s house stood San. He began to feel nervousness creep up in his body, he clutched the plastic bags he was carrying in an attempt to release his tension. Beads of sweat soaked his forehead, like glistening droplets under the sun.

The door opened and the two romantics looked at each other. San felt his breath leave his body when he looked at Mingi’s beauty. The sun emphasised the taller’s slightly tanned skin, making him glow.

Mingi on the other hand was in awe of his small figure. San’s oversized clothes seemed to engulf him and Mingi only wondered how he would look in his hoodies.

“Come in!” Mingi smiled, opening the door wider. San gave him a small smile, entering the home. The first thing he noticed was how his home smelt of him. Of course it would, idiot, he lives here.

“Sorry about the mess,” He heard Mingi laugh nervously. “I was actually setting up the table.”

San laughed at his awkwardness, finding it adorable. Gosh I just wanna keep you in my pocket and look at you whenever I’m sad but I can’t do that because you’re taller than me.

Nevertheless, he kept his mouth shut; not wanting to scare his crush away. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

Mingi held himself back from swooning. Gosh how can someone be so perfect?

He noticed how San stood gingerly in his spot, hands clutching the bags. His eyes widened, noticing San's discomfort. “Oh! You can put the bags in the kitchen.”

He grabbed a pair of slippers from the shoe stand, placing it next to his feet. “Here, make yourself comfortable.”

San felt giddy at his care and concern, wanting nothing but to smother him with kisses and protect him from the dangers of the world.

Despite his inner feelings he managed a smile, his eyes turning into crescents.

“Thank you.”

Mingi smiled back, gesturing to him to follow. They entered the kitchen, granite counters lined the sides and on the centre a kitchen island stood in the middle, tall stools lining up one side.

A set of ingredients and bowls were set neatly, in an organised manner. San gaped at the clean boy, he had everything ready.

“Uh, I set it up so we wouldn’t have to waste time. Also! With the ingredients you brought, we can make cookies later” Mingi voiced out sheepishly.

“Cute,” San mumbled, unknowingly.

“What?” Mingi looked like a cat, eyes wide and lips in a natural pout. San resisted an urge to kiss him at that moment, holding himself back with every bit of strength.

“Let’s start baking!” San clapped, successfully distracting himself and Mingi.

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“No!” San groaned, looking at Mingi's sticky hands. “You have to hold the egg with both hands.” He looked at Mingi pointedly, gently demonstrating to the younger.

Mingi looked at San, confusion prominent on his features. San sighed. “Go wash your hands and dry them okay? We’ll break these two eggs together then you break the last one by yourself okay?”

Mingi wordlessly nodded, washing and drying his hands quickly, wanting to stand next to San again. San stood next to Mingi, gently positioning his hands in the right way. They broke the egg together, watching as the contents plopped in the bowl.

“Okay, now break this one by yourself,” The older said, handing him the last egg. “Remember to hold the ends with both hands, okay?”

After Mingi successfully broke an egg, without spilling the contents everywhere, San praised him. The two mixed up the rest of the batter and plopped it into a cake pan.

“Into the oven it goes!” Mingi sung, gently placing the tray into the oven. After setting the temperature and finishing all the complications; the two began cleaning up.

“I’ll close up the dry ingredients, could you get some towels here?” San asked, closing the flour packet. Mingi nodded, grabbing a few towels from the sink. San held the bulky bag in his arms, turning to place it in a cabinet.

Midway, Mingi turned away from the sink, carefully walking towards San. Unfortunately (not), he slipped on an eggshell; toppling over San as a rain of flour fell on their bodies.

Both men coughed, white powder coating their eyelashes and sticking to their skin like sand. San looked up groggily, seeing Mingi's shocked face in front of his.

His wide eyes and pouty lips made him look so damn kissable. Speckles of flour floated around them, under the dim light they looked like tiny stars; making Mingi look ethereal.

“I’m so sorry!” Mingi coughed out, scrambling to put distance between the two.

“No no!” San yelled, partially because he hated distance between the two. “It’s okay, get up slowly. The flour made the floor slippery.” The pink haired mumbled, sad that his warmth faded away.

“Okay.” Mingi mumbled out, disappointed. One chance you had with your crush and your clumsiness has to get in the way.

While Mingi was busy chastising himself, San sat up opposite him in awe. Wondering how in the world he met this man. This guy is a runaway Angel, I swear I can see a halo behind him.

San felt a small smile creep onto his face, looking at his crush. How can someone be so damn adorable?

Mingi raised his hand up, gripping the counter to pull himself up. As he pulled himself up, he slipped on the flour and his slipper went flying to San’s face, sending another cloud of flour.

“Shit! Oh I’m so sorry!” Mingi yelled, crying out. Mingi, for once, please get a grip on yourself. He rushed to wipe off the flour, tripping again.

San let out a quiet ‘oof’, flopping on his back yet again. Mingi hid his face in San’s neck in embarrassment.

“H-hey what’s wrong?” San stammered, feeling the other's warm breath against his neck.

Mingi shook his head, refusing to look up. “Oh this is so embarrassing.”

San furrowed his eyebrows, gingerly wrapping his arms around Mingi. Mingi’s breath hitched at the contact, and he felt warmth flood into his cheeks.

“What’s embarrassing, sweetie?” Gently rubbing his back, San made sure he was comfortable. Mingi felt his heart soften at the endearment and his muffled voice spoke into San’s ear, tickling it. “I fell on you twice and I’m scared that you’re mad at me.”

San laughed, his chest rumbling. Mingi felt the vibrations underneath him, frowning knowing that San was laughing at him. “How can I be mad at you Mingi? You’re almost impossible to be mad at.”

Mingi sat up, straddling San's lap. “But I spilled flour everywhere, I even messed up while we were mixing the batter.” He pouted, crossing his arms.

San grabbed his crossed arms, intertwining his hands with Mingi’s soft ones. “And that’s okay. What do you think I’m here for? To take care of you. Everytime you make a mistake, I’ll be here. I’m gonna be embarrassed with you, I’ll gladly teach you. And,” He paused, taking in a quick breath.

“I’d rather be the only one you make mistakes with.”

Mingi blinked, confused. “But why would you want to make mistakes with me? My existence is a mistake” He snorted.

San’s eyes turned dark. “Never say that.” His voice was low and Mingi could feel the lethality laced in his words.

In one go, San pulled Mingi, holding his face in his hands. He tenderly brushed their noses together.

“Your existence means the world to me.”

He kissed him softly, gently sucking on Mingi’s lips. They retreated looking at each other once again. San searched for regret or hesitation in Mingi’s eyes, but was caught off guard when the brunette grabbed San's face, smashing his lips against his.

They kissed with fervour, tongues fighting for dominance as they groaned each other’s names. They rested their foreheads against each other, panting loudly.

“Well, that was a good first kiss.” San mumbled, smiling lazily at Mingi.

Mingi’s eyes widened, pushing himself off San. “That was your first kiss?!” I should’ve made it special for him, Mingi pouted.

San got up, dusting himself off. “Yup.”

Mingi frowned, looking up at San from the floor. “You could’ve told me!” He whined, flustered at the reveal. “I would’ve made it special.”

San laughed, pulling Mingi up. He smiled at his flustered state, finding his flushed cheeks and swollen lips attractive.

Divine: Jeong Yunho

Trigger: slightly manipulative and psychotic.

“With each thread that has been cut,

The witch’s memory has been lost,

A soul has been faded,

Into the arms of my beloved.”

A witch must never abuse her powers, but how can I not for the man I love?

With each thread that I cut, I heard a woman's scream echo in my mind. It pained me to do such a thing but I was manipulated.

Or did I willingly do this?

“When the lightning strikes,

I’m on my toes in fright,

“Please have mercy” oh I beg,

But it takes me in, divine”

“No! No!” I screeched as the familiar melody played in my head.

The sharp sound of heels against marble grabbed my attention. My eyes followed where the noise was coming from. Polished shoes, clean white slacks and a bright white blazer.

His posture and style radiated confidence. Confidence of an Emperor.

Puppy-like eyes and dog-like face, no one could’ve fathomed that he was worse than Satan. He crouched in front of me, his fingers bringing my chin up to look at him.

“My sweet girl, thank you for working for me. I promise you a great position in my empire. After all, you’re my little pawn, aren’t you?” His soft, calloused hand pet my head. The gentlest smile dancing on his lips.

His eyes, a completely different story. An evil glint sparkled within them and as I saw my frightened reflection in his eyes, mischief seemed to dance within them.

“I can feel it on my fingertips,

The power is flooding in,

A little while longer, my little witch,

You will no longer remember the ones you bewitched.”

He sang, petting my hair. He took a seat on his throne behind me.

Each time I cut a thread, a memory faded away. The price of taking a life was ridding me of my memory. My parents, my friends, and my family. By the time I would be done I wouldn’t remember anyone.

“Please,” I whispered as he kept playing with my hair.

“What’s wrong, my darling?” His feigned concern disgusted me to no end. But I was just a puppet for him. A puppet, a toy he could use and throw away. A meaningless toy that followed his words blindly.

“Please don’t make me do this,” I held my head down, avoiding eye contact. My eyes stung with unshed tears and my hands began to shake.

He tsked. “You’re my pawn, sweet girl. If you don’t do this, who will?”

He held me by the neck, forcefully making me look up. Cold, unforgiving eyes stared back at my meek ones. Tightening his grip on my neck I let out wince, at which his eye softened and his grip loosened. “Just do your work and you will be rewarded young one.”

“When the stars come in line,

The power I’ve wished for will be mine,

The stars have long written your fate,

There’s nothing you can do to change.”

He sang the same song he used to hypnotise me. The same song that made me fall for him, the same song I fell asleep too in his arms.

He used his powers to sing in my head, torturing me with the harmonic melody. His honey coated voice put me at ease, which scared me to no end.

“Each thread that you cut,

A scream is heard,

Soul is forever mine and so is the power,

A power that can never be shared; divine.”

His hearty chuckle that gave me butterflies made me sick to my stomach. My shaky hands grabbed yet another thread, cutting it. Letting the soul feed my emperor and give him power.

A horrifying scream echoed in my ear as another soul faded.

I heard him groan. “That must’ve been a very kind soul, it brought me a lot of power. Good work, darling. You may rest, after all you have a lot to do, don't you?”

As the witch picks the thread of life,

A soul falls,

Into the arms of the Northern Emperor,

Found, Never Lost: Jung Wooyoung [Pt.2]

As we entered the White Castle, a rush of familiarity engulfed me. There was chipped paint on the walls and the intricate gold carvings were covered in dirt and grime.

I walked behind my partial birth giver, allowing him to lead me to my chambers. We entered the room, not a speck of dust to be seen. A very visible contrast between what I’d seen outside. Polished doors, fresh paint and not a bead of dirt visible to the naked eye.

I took in as much as I could, admiring the beautiful designs and wall art. Stained glass transformed the sunlight into beautiful rays of colours that brightened the room.

“We kept your room clean, praying for a miracle.” The king spoke. He gazed at the room, emotions churning in his eyes. “Each day I’d come in here, hoping to see your cute little form, huddled at the corner of the bed.”

“What happened?” I whispered. He shook his head, gesturing towards the bed. “Sit, I’ll bring you some tea.”

Steaming, light purple liquid was poured into two delicate cups. He took a seat opposite to me, a round table sitting in between us. The soft bed seemed to engulf my form as I sat cross-legged on it.

“We were a prosperous kingdom, with enhanced technology, good soil and raw materials. All the kingdoms traded with us, and we traded with them. We formed alliances, but with prosperity and happiness came hate and damage.” His tone hardened as he continued the story.

“Years later, you were born. The kingdom was ecstatic as they’d have their first queen as their ruler. You were our star. You sparkled brightly and happiness rolled off you all day. You made so many people smile with your beautiful laugh.”

He spoke with so much love and trust, I was moved. My heart thumped loudly and my thoughts were in a frenzy. I never had someone care for me this way.

“But on your 5th birthday, you were taken.” His eyes darkened and jaw clenched as he spoke in a strained tone. “One of my allies was blackmailed into distracting us, while you were being taken. I searched everywhere, knocked on doors and asked kingdoms to help us.

But none of them answered. That was when I realised that the person who took you had planned the abduction well, he made sure that everyone’s mouths were sealed shut.

None of them could tell us anything. That’s when we chose to get off the map. We closed our kingdom doors, stopped our trade and survived only on our resources. Funnily enough,” He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “This is the first time I’m delighted to have someone trespass on our territory.”

I laughed with him, taking a sip of the warm tea, which turned out to be lavender. He looked longingly at me, a distant memory playing in his hazel orbs. “Your mother loved lavender tea.” He smiled.

“You’ve always been a jumpy one, ever since you were in your mother’s womb. Every night, she’d have lavender tea, in the same cup as yours. She’d say you’d calm down, sleeping peacefully during the night.”

I looked down at my cup. The light purple liquid swirled along with small petals of the said flower. “Where is she?”

“She passed away, not long after you were born.” His voice cracked slightly as he looked down. A sudden urge to hold him overtook my senses. Without a second thought, I put down my cup gently. I stood up, moving closer to him, wrapping my arms around his broad frame.

“I’m sorry, father.” I hesitantly whispered. An unexpected sob racked through his chest and I felt pain looking at him. I may not have known him for a long time, but my heart felt for him so much.

“I am so grateful to have you back in my life” he sniffled, before pulling away. “That’s enough sad talk, how about you take a tour of the castle? A trusted guard of mine is waiting outside the room for you.”

I nodded at him and helped him stand up. I hesitated before wrapping my arms around him again. “I want to know all about you father, and catch up on the years that we’ve missed out on.”

His eyes crinkled up as his pearly whites showed. He pressed a soft kiss against my forehead. “Of course, my child. Always.”

I skipped towards the door, opening it with a bright smile on my face. Which dropped immediately.

On the other side stood the horse stealer, a cold look on his face. He bowed to me, chains jingling at the sudden movement. “My queen, I apologise for my informalities and behaviour earlier. I am Jung Wooyoung, Head of the royal guards. I will be your personal guard and assistant.”

I blinked. Finding his sudden change of character amusing. “Oh. Uh, no need for formalities, Wooyoung. Please call me by my name, y/n.”

He gaped at my unbothered expression. “But, your majesty!” He stuttered. “I can’t possibly do that it’s against the rules-”

I cut him off. “And now that I’m going to be queen, it isn’t a rule anymore.” I shrugged nonchalantly before grabbing his hand and dragging him to a random room. “Lead the way, guard!”

I heard my father laugh behind me. “Take care of her Wooyoung! She’s a jumpy one!”

I stuck my tongue out towards my father, before turning towards Wooyoung. “This way, my queen.”

He gently turned his hand, before holding mine. His calloused fingers were warm and seemed to calm me instantly. As we walked through the hallways of the castle, he stopped frequently at paintings of the former kings and queens, boasting about how his family had served them for generations.

“What about you?” I turned towards him, rocking on my feet. “You seem to like paintings. Do you paint?”

He nodded his head, laughing quietly. “You remember the painting of the royal family?”

I hummed. “Yeah, the painting of my parents and me as a baby.”

“My father and I painted that. He let me mix the colours and draw you, since you were the easiest.” He began to walk away from the paintings, further into the hallway.

“Woah.” I breathed out, impressed at his talents. “Artist Jung Wooyoung, 25 gold coins and 10 jade for a portrait.” I mimicked the royal announcer's voice and he let out a hearty laugh. I felt a rush of adrenaline in my veins. Seeing him smile and laugh fueled my happiness, a certain feeling I’d never experienced before.

“What’s your dream, your highness?”

I scowled at him. “Stop with the formalities Wooyoung. It makes me feel strange. Just call me by my name.”

He hesitated, taking a quick breath before speaking. “Okay, y/n.”

“That’s better.” I grinned. “I’ve never really thought about it.” I held my hands behind my back. The red velvet carpet lightened the sound of my boots, soft thuds could be heard as we walked in sync.

I thought for a while, before realising. I don’t have a dream. “I don’t have one. I don’t think I do.” I shrugged.

“Well, y/n.” My name rolled off his tongue perfectly, eliciting flutters through my body. “I hope to help you find your dream.”