BLOODBAG
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IN WHICH you are a princess betrothed to the vampire prince of the most feared kingdom in the world.
lee heeseung x f!reader
genre: fluff, small amount of angst, one sided enemies to lovers
warnings! cursing, slightly suggestive, mentions of blood
wc: 6k (6088)
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This is your destiny.
You cannot change your destiny.
It chose you for a reason.
These are things you’ve been hearing since the ripe age of 5.
What is your destiny? To become a bloodsucker's personal blood bag.
From the day you were born, you’ve been betrothed to Lee Heeseung.
The Lee family is a long line of powerful vampires. They strike fear into every kingdom, every man, every woman, every child.
No one dares to disobey the wishes of the Lees.
So how did you, a mere mortal, become betrothed to him?
Since the birth of the Lee clan, there has been a prophecy. It foresees the entire history of the Lee clan.
According to them, it has never been wrong.
One fateful day 21 years ago, the Lee prophecy told Mira and Seungheon Lee that their first and only child would be betrothed to the first child of the current reigning king and queen of the Desira clan.
That child would be you.
And oh, you’ve dreaded the day.
You remember being seven and asking your parents why you had to marry a stinky boy.
“Because it’s your destiny.” They would tell you.
You got sick of hearing that.
By now, you've accepted it, although the bitterness in your heart still beats.
Today is the day you are moving to Lee Castle.
You should mention you've never even met the Lees.
So moving into their home? The whole arrangement isn't exciting for you.
You’re sad to leave your parents and your people. They've reassured you that you'll be fine, but you still fear the Lees will isolate you and never let you leave.
You don’t know what Lee Heeseung is like, but you don’t care. You'll marry him for the safety of your kingdom, but you will not show him any kindness.
As you arrive in Lee’s kingdom, you're amazed.
You expected gloom and doom, weary, sad, fearful people, but it's the opposite.
Children are laughing and playing about.
Markets galore of anything you can think of, clothing, fabrics, food, trinkets.
Men are coming out of the woods, carrying stalks of wood on their backs.
As you stare out the window, a child catches your attention. She’s playing in the grass beside a booth; you assume her mother runs.
She looks up, and your eyes meet.
Waving, her smile gleams in the sun.
You wave back, your smile matching hers.
“Can we stop for a moment?” You ask the coachman.
As you step out, whispers surround you.
You walk to the woman's booth. “Hello.”
As she looks up, she gasps.
She scrambles for a moment, and you can't help but giggle.
“Your Majesty, I knew you were coming, but I didn't expect to see you. Can I be of assistance?”
You look at the array of jewelry decorating her booth.
Your eyes stop on a beautiful necklace.
An emerald sits in the middle of a circular frame—the emerald glistens in the sunlight.
You pick it up cautiously. “How much for this?”
The woman's eyes widened, “For you, Your Majesty, it costs nothing.”
You shake your head softly, “Nonsense. Is this enough?”
You hand her several bills out of your pouch, and she gapes.
“I can't accept this, Your Majesty!”
“You can and you will, please?” You beg, clasping your hands together.
She contemplates for a second before putting the money into her bag.
“Your Majesty, how can I thank you?”
“No need, keep doing what you're doing.”
You feel a slight tug on your dress, and the little girl from before is at your side.
You bend down to her size, “Hello, what's your name?”
“I'm Ara, Your Majesty!”
What an adorable child, “Ara is a beautiful name. You can call me Y/N.”
“Thank you, you have a beautiful name, too, Y/N.”
She smiles that blinding smile before presenting a flower in her tiny hands.
“I picked this for you.”
You take it from her, “Thank you so much, Ara. Now I have two beautiful gifts.” You gesture to the necklace.
She takes the flower and puts it in your hair by your ear.
“Now you're even more beautiful!”
“Your majesty,” the coachman calls, “we should be going.”
You nod, sad that you have to leave.
“I hope to see you again, Ara.”
She nods before hugging you tightly. Everyone around you awes as you hug her back.
Then it's back into the carriage, and you continue your ascent to the castle.
When you reach the entrance, the large doors are agape, and a carpet greets you.
As you step out, loud footsteps come from inside until three people appear.
The king and queen are smiling, unexpected to you.
“Y/N, my dear, so great to meet you at last,” the King says.
You do a long curtsy, bowing your head, “Your Majesties.”
The queen takes your hand into her own, “What a beautiful girl you are. I hope you'll enjoy being here.”
“You're too kind.”
“This is our son, Heeseung.”
They part to reveal him, and oh.
You weren't expecting him to be so handsome.
He offers a sweet smile.
“Y/N,” he says, taking your hand and planting a kiss on it. “It's a pleasure.”
You bow to him, “To you as well.”
His parents waste no time, shouting at the guards surrounding the entrance to bring your things inside.
They give you an extensive tour of their castle, introducing every room. Their foyer is beautiful and decorated with multiple styles of paintings.
They eventually lead you to your room.
It’s huge, even bigger than your room at home.
The bed sits in the middle of the far right wall. It’s king-sized with red silk sheets and a comforter.
Heeseung bends down and whispers in your ear, “More than big enough for the 2 of us.”
Face filled with confusion, you turn to look at him, but all he does is wink at you.
What happened to Mr. Respectful?
“You’ll meet us for dinner when you’ve unpacked your things, yes?” The queen says, not noticing the scowl on your face.
You nod, watching them leave.
Heeseung does not leave; he closes the door behind his parents, leaving you two alone.
“I’ve been waiting every day of my life to meet you, and now I have you.” He saunters towards you, close enough until your chests are pressed against each other lightly.
“First, you don’t have me. I’m not happy about this marriage. I’m only doing it for my kingdom.”
Your arms cross in anger, putting just the smallest space between you and him.
He laughs, “You’re cute. However you view this marriage doesn’t matter. You and I will be one soon enough.”
Whatever that means.
“I’d appreciate it if you left my room now. Don’t you have to prepare for dinner too?” Heeseung puts his hands up in defense, not saying another word before leaving your room.
So not only are you stuck marrying him, but he’s also a weird dickhead? Great.
You sigh in defeat and grab your bags to unpack.
There are no drawers, so there must be a closet.
There are two large mahogany doors on the left side of the room.
You open the first but do not find a closet, instead; you find an enormous bathroom. There’s a large, deep-set tub in the back of the room with three large shower heads attached. To the left of the tub is the toilet and double sinks, with more than enough space for your hair and skin care products.
You close that door and then move to the other.
It is the closet, and it is vast. It has enough room for your many clothes, so you begin to place and hang them to your desire.
Once you’ve finished, you hear a bell chime within the castle. You look at the clock above your bed and see it’s 8 o’clock.
You can’t be late for dinner. You exit your room, bowing to the guards outside your door.
You almost fear you’ve forgotten where the dining room is, but your feet seem to remember, moving and not stopping.
The large double doors of the dining room greet you, and as you put your hands on the handles, you pray you’re not the last to arrive.
You take a deep breath, fanning your face quickly before opening the doors.
Dammit.
The king, queen, and Heeseung are already seated.
You bow, apologizing profusely for your tardiness.
The king waves his hand, “Don’t apologize, dear. A minute will not kill anyone.”
You sit in your reserved seat, of course, next to Heeseung while his parents sit at the other end of the table.
Heeseung wastes no time in putting his hand on your thigh.
You want to push it off but don’t want to upset his parents.
Now you’re wondering why exactly you are meeting for dinner? You’re the only human here. Don’t they drink blood to quench their hunger?
“We can still eat regular food, sweetheart. Blood is just our preference.”
Did you say that out loud, or can the queen read minds?
“Yes, I can read minds,” she says, smiling.
You try to stop thinking, knowing it’s futile.
“Y/N, now that you’re here, you must tell us all about yourself. It’s only right that we get to know our future daughter-in-law.” The king holds up his drink, which you assume is wine…or blood.
You clear your throat, “There’s not much to tell. I enjoy art and paintings, and I’d love to admire the ones in your foyer during my free time. I’m a straightforward person. I pride myself on being kind to all and being open-minded.”
As the king and queen take in your words, you can feel Heeseung’s grip on your thigh getting tighter.
It’s almost to where it hurts, so you put your hand on top of his, making him relax.
Within a few minutes, dinner arrives. It's a beautifully done steak (extra rare for them) with potatoes, asparagus, and a beautiful au jus.
You have to say it was pretty delicious, and you devoured your plate within minutes.
You almost feel embarrassed as the Lees stare at you, but the king smiles. “Nice to see someone who truly enjoys well-prepared food.”
You laugh with them, blushing as you wipe your mouth with your napkin.
By 9:30, you find yourself getting tired, eyes fluttering every few seconds.
“Heeseung, be a dear and bring Y/N up to bed.” The queen requests.
Heeseung immediately gets out of his chair, deciding to be a gentleman and pulling yours out.
You take his hand and leave the dining room, wishing the king and queen goodnight.
As you walk the long halls, Heeseung takes the chance to wrap his arm around your waist.
You grab his hand, about to pull him off, but he suddenly twirls you around to face him.
You try to step back, “What are you doing?”
“You’re too tired to keep walking.” Without another word, he tucks his left hand under your knees and the other around your waist and lifts you into his arms.
You squeal, “Put me down! I can walk just fine.”
He shakes his head, “What kind of future husband would I be if I let my lady walk when she’s tired?”
You go to protest again, but Heeseung shushes you. Giving up, you let him carry you until you’ve arrived at your bedroom door. “May I come in?” He asks.
Your confused stare has him chuckling, “To wish you goodnight.”
You’re about to ask why he can’t do it right here, but he’s already entering your room.
You head to your bathroom to wash up, glaring at him as you go.
“I’m not gonna do anything!”
After you’ve washed up, you head back into your room, expecting Heeseung to be gone, but he’s not.
You yelp, putting your hands in front of yourself, even though you have a robe on.
“Relax, I can’t see anything.”
You go into your closet, closing the door behind you to change.
Heeseung is now sitting on your bed. As he looks up, he smirks, “Cute pj’s.”
You huff, taking his hand and dragging him off your bed, “Nice having you, goodnight!”
Before you can push him out the door, he puts his hands out, stopping himself.
“What, no goodnight kiss?”
You laugh mockingly, “In your dreams, goodnight Heeseung.”
He finally leaves, giving you peace.
You practically launch yourself into bed, snuggling into the warm sheets.
So little happened today, yet you feel exhausted as it ends.
You don’t know what’s in store for you, but you hope Heeseung doesn’t piss you off to death.
As your eyes flutter, you think about your family and the friends you’ve left behind. This is your life now.
Maybe it’s best to accept it. Perhaps you should try to make the most of it.
When the Lees gave their extravagant castle tour, they told you about a garden in the back of the castle. If you desire, you may enter the garden.
You recall the king's words, “This is your home now. There is no place you can’t go.”
So here you find yourself in the garden. It’s home to a multitude of fresh flowers.
Orchids, carnations, roses, peonies, lilies, you name it, they’re here. You can’t help but go around smelling every flower, the scent sweet to your nose.
Soon you find yourself in the garden's center, where a sleek steel bench sits.
You sit down, admiring the surrounding scenery.
“I see you’ve found my favorite spot.”
There’s that aggravating voice, the last thing you wanted to hear this morning.
“Is it?” You ask. “I wouldn’t expect you to be the type to like flowers.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, pretty girl. I’d love to change that.” Heeseung says, sitting next to you on the bench.
“I don’t desire to know anything about you.”
You turn your face away from him, but his swift fingers reach for your chin, pulling you to face him.
“But I desire to know everything about you.”
His hand is icy, to where a chill runs down your spine.
You refuse to let him influence you.
“What? Are you obsessed with me or something?”
Heeseung chuckles, and his fangs, long and sharp, make their presence known. You think about those things biting you. Would it hurt? Would it leave a bruise? You fear you’ll be finding out the answer to that soon enough.
“You could say that. Or you could say I’m fascinated with you. I have been since the day I knew we were betrothed.”
You’re confused, “We only met yesterday. How could you be fascinated with someone you didn’t know?”
“Because I can feel it, the connection we have. I’ve been able to feel it since day one. You may not know this, but vampires can remember every day of our lives, even our birth. As I’ve grown older, the feeling has grown stronger. It feels as if it’s going to burst out of my chest. You and I are meant for each other. The universe decided that for us. Who am I to disobey it?”
You take Heeseung’s hand and pull it away from your face, “If you think for one second I’m going to believe this universe bullshit, you’re dead wrong!”
Heeseung frowns, “Why don’t you understand? The prophecy—”
“Forget the prophecy, Heeseung!” You shout, standing abruptly. “You can believe in that all you want, but that doesn’t mean I have to. I’m not doing this because the prophecy said so. I’m certainly not doing it because I love you. It’s solely for relations.”
For the first time, you see a flash of hurt graze Heeseung’s dark eyes. After a long, quiet minute, Heeseung leaves the garden.
You’re relieved he’s finally gone, yet you can’t help but think you’ve gone too far.
Insulting their prophecy probably wasn’t a good idea.
You go inside, hoping to find Heeseung and apologize, but he’s nowhere to be found.
You sigh in defeat. Hopefully, he’s not too angry. As much as he’s bothersome, you’re scared to think about him being angry.
Making your way to Heeseung’s room, you’re curious. You haven’t seen it and don’t know what to expect. You knock hesitantly but receive no answer. Taking a deep breath, you open the door. It squeals as it opens, and the darkness of his room greets you.
It’s as if there's no one living in it.
You take small steps inside, leaving the door open to allow some light to shine in.
“Heeseung,” you call. No answer.
“What are you doing?”
The scream that leaves your mouth could wake the dead. You turn around to Heeseung standing over you. Your hand grabs your chest, trying to calm your racing heart.
“I came… to apologize for earlier. I shouldn’t have insulted your prophecy. It’s important to you and your family, and I shouldn’t disrespect it. I’m sorry.”
In the darkness, you can barely make out Heeseung's silhouette, and yet you can feel the smirk slowly rise on his face. “I knew you couldn’t resist me, pretty girl.”
You scoff, “And now you ruined it, goodbye.”
“Wait!” He grabs your arm, preventing you from leaving, and suddenly, the room is flooded with light. Your eyes squint at the brightness, then widen in shock. “How did you do that?”
“I have telekinesis,” Heeseung shrugs like it’s so casual. Well, it is, for him, at least.
Heeseung grabs your attention by placing his arm around your waist, the other hand coming up to gently cup your face.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to convince you to give me a chance. Let me show you how good I can be, how good we could be. I’ll beg on my knees if I have to.”
Then, he’s on his knees, holding your hands in his.
“Please,” he pleads. “Give me a chance.”
You feel a tug at your heartstrings. The way he’s pleading makes your legs feel weak.
“Fine, I’ll give you a chance.”
A smile erupts on Heeseung’s face, and he stands before pulling you in for a tight hug.
His embrace is warm, despite usually being cold.
You slowly wrap your arms around his waist, prolonging the hug.
Heeseung finally lets you go, “You won’t regret this, I promise.”
You don’t hear from Heeseung for the rest of the day. You have no idea what he’s up to, but you hope you haven’t made a mistake.
The next day, you’re awoken by a gentle knocking on your door.
You tell them to come in, and it’s Heeseung.
“Good morning, pretty girl. I have something planned for today, so wash up and meet me downstairs by the entrance.”
He exits, leaving you wondering.
You don’t want to keep him waiting, so you get out of bed and run to the bathroom.
After washing up, you pick out one of your favorite dresses to wear.
You rush downstairs but compose yourself before you reach the entrance.
Heeseung is there waiting for you.
He offers you his hand, and you take it.
“So what are we doing?” You ask.
“You’ll see,” he smirks but doesn’t reveal the plan.
Once outside, you see a horse standing with some guards.
Its coat is a pristine, long mane flowing in the wind.
“Beautiful,” you whisper, carefully approaching it.
Reaching a handout, the horse sniffs you before letting out a loud whine.
“He likes you,” Heeseung says, petting his mane.
“What’s his name?”
“Casper.”
Heeseung suddenly mounts Casper, holding his hand out for you.
Your eyes widen, “Wait, what?”
“Come on!” Heeseung urges you.
You have to admit, you’ve only mounted a horse once before in your life.
You take Heeseung’s hand, put your foot in the stirrup, and he pulls you up.
“Hold on to me.”
You oblige, putting your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back.
Heeseung smiles as he feels you. He doesn’t know how he’s gotten so lucky to have such a beautiful bride. He has to impress you.
At Heeseung’s command, Casper trots.
You make your way out of the castle gates and begin your descent.
The townspeople greet you both as you come through.
Heeseung leads you deep into the woods, far away from any people.
After about 10 minutes, you finally stop.
In front of you is a rock wall with vines hanging on it.
“What are we doing in front of a wall?”
Heeseung chuckles at your cuteness before pulling back the vines, revealing an opening in the wall.
You walk through it and are amazed.
Inside is a small field surrounded by beautiful trees and flowers.
There’s a creek with crystal clear water running through it and a blanket in the middle.
“Heeseung, it's beautiful,” you gasp.
He leads you to the blanket, and you both sit down.
“I figured if we’re going to get to know each other better, it should be somewhere special.”
“This place is special,” you say, looking above you. The sky is visible, and the clouds are big and beautiful. “Tell me about you, not just what you said at dinner last night. I want to know everything about you. Your childhood, what you like, what you dislike, everything.” Heeseung doesn't take his eyes off you.
If you're genuinely going to give him a chance, you feel he deserves the truth. Not lies or uncertainty.
So you spill your guts.
Heeseung pays close attention, eyes never leaving yours. He gives the occasional hum or nod, but other than that is silent.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says.
You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
You turn to face Heeseung, “So, it’s your turn. Tell me all about you.”
“Well, I love music. It's something I've enjoyed since I was young. I play the guitar and piano, and if I'm not in my room, I'm usually in our music room.”
“You’ll have to play for me sometime,” you say, lying on the blanket.
Heeseung follows and lies down beside you.
As you stare at the sky above you, you think, maybe this arrangement isn't so bad.
The next day Heeseung took you on a picnic. Sure, it was in the garden, but it was still romantic.
What you didn’t know before is how funny he is.
He had you laughing so hard, your stomach hurt.
You told him if he wasn’t a prince, he could make a living as a comedian.
He showed you his musical skills.
He’s like a prodigy. Not only is he a master at guitar and piano, but he can also sing.
When he sang for you, your ears nearly melted.
His voice is like honey, caressing you from the inside out.
Your praises made his cheeks flush, a shy smile gracing his lips.
Later that same day, he took you to a festival in the kingdom.
Everyone was amazed by how good you two looked together.
They cheered for you, their future princess.
Today, you and Heeseung find yourselves in your room. You're both lying on your bed, and you're reading to him.
It’s a fantasy book about a maiden who falls in love with someone forbidden from being with her.
“I'd hate to be forbidden from you. It’s only been a few days, but I can’t live without you.”
Heeseung’s words make your heart flutter.
“I've gotten used to you too. You're not what I expected. Your kingdom isn't what I expected, but I’m glad I was wrong.”
Heeseung doesn’t say anything else, so you continue reading. By the end of the book, the maiden and her lover can be together, and their people rejoice in harmony.
“That was a nice ending,” Heeseung slurs beside you. Looking at him, his eyes are closed, and he’s breathing slowly.
He must have been tired, you think to yourself.
Putting the book time, you figure you could take a nap yourself.
You lay beside him and close your eyes.
When you awaken, Heeseung is gone, but there’s a sticky note on your forehead.
I had a nice nap. Thanks for keeping me warm - Heeseung.
You chuckle as he runs through your mind.
You went from hating him to taking naps with him within two days.
Maybe you’re weak, but this has been the best couple of days of your life.
You never realized how lonely you were until you started spending all this time with Heeseung.
You admit you didn’t have many friends growing up. Kids stayed away from you because of your status, or they were only your “friend” to get something from you.
You never had a real friend or more than that.
Now you have a real friend, or rather fiancé, who seems to be in love with you, although you haven’t done anything to deserve it.
You regret how you initially treated Heeseung, but you’re looking forward to your future together; however that may look.
The next day, you wake up to a wonderful smell.
Opening your eyes, in front of you is a whole breakfast platter: pancakes, bacon, eggs, and orange juice.
Heeseung sits at the edge of your bed, watching your reaction.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning,” you say as you start digging in.
“I love watching you eat,” Heeseung says, coming to sit next to you.
You offer him some pancake on your fork, and he accepts it eagerly.
“I have to compliment your chef, seriously.”
After your astounding breakfast, you and Heeseung decide to walk in the field behind the castle.
Heeseung takes the opportunity to slip his hand into yours. You don't hesitate to intertwine your fingers.
Later, during dinner, the queen asks you how you and Heeseung are progressing.
“We’re getting along great. Heeseung is a pleasure.”
This time when Heeseung places his hand on your thigh, you put yours on top to hold his hand.
Throughout the next couple of days, you and Heessung spend every minute together.
You find yourself falling harder for him every day.
Quickly your wedding day approaches, and your nerves are starting to get to you.
Heeseung has never mentioned biting you. But one day, in the library, you read a book about vampires and their betrothed. It was tradition for a vampire to bite their betrothed on their wedding day as a sign of bonding the souls together.
You didn't know if that tradition still held, but you’ll find out eventually.
You wonder what a bite feels like. Will it hurt? Are you going to feel weakness from it? The thought almost excites you. Heeseung biting you would symbolize you as his.
You want to ask him, but you fear it will be awkward.
Still, you feel like you have to know. To at least prepare yourself beforehand.
You and Heeseung are in the music room, and he's singing to you.
Suddenly, he stops.
“What's wrong?” He asks.
“Are you going to bite me at any point? I read about tradition in the library and wanted to know if it still applies.”
Heeseung’s eyes widened for a second before returning to normal.
He coughed awkwardly before answering, “Yes, it's tradition. But we don't have to if you're not comfortable.”
“Can you bite me now?”
Heeseung freezes in his seat. You can hear how heavily he starts breathing.
He clears his throat, “Why?”
“Because,” you say, coming to sit next to him. “I wanna know what it feels like. And I trust you. But if you can't, it’s okay.”
“I can,” he stutters. “I just don't want to hurt you.”
“I trust you, Heeseung. I know you won't hurt me.”
Heeseuny nods, taking your hand into his. He leads you to his room, where you're entirely alone.
“Are you sure about this? It'll probably sting, but it shouldn't hurt that much.”
You nod, moving your hair away from your neck.
Heeseung moves his head down right in front of your neck.
You hear him breathing in and out.
“You smell good. Always have.”
He takes your hands in his. “I'm gonna do it.”
Then he bites down.
There's a searing pain that only lasts for a second before a calming feeling replaces it.
You can hear your blood flowing from your neck into Heeseung’s mouth.
Then it starts to feel good.
You feel as if you're in a trance.
The room starts to spin, and you feel Heeseung stop.
“Are you okay?”
You nod, coming back to your senses. “It felt nice.”
“Good.”
You lead Heeseung to his bed, sitting on the edge.
“Thank you, now I know what to expect.”
“It'll be different on our wedding day. You have probably already read about it. We must perform a ritual. If you're okay with that.”
“I know,” you answer.
“Heeseung, it feels like so much has changed in my life so quickly. But you're at the base of that, and I feel like everything is right. Like everything is going the way it should. It changed quickly from how it was my first day here, but I don't regret anything.”
You put your arm around his neck, playing with the hair on the back of his neck.
You can feel his shiver.
“Is this you admitting you have feelings for me?”
The smug look on his face makes you want to slap it off him.
Maybe your past mean side is still alive a little bit.
“And if it was?”
Before he knows it, you're pulling Heeseung towards you and planting a fat kiss on his cheek.
His face turns bright red, hand brushing where your lips just were.
“You can't do that,” he whines. “I'm sensitive.”
“Well, I did.”
Heeseung lunges forward abruptly, planting his lips on yours.
When he pulls back, it's your turn to blush.
“Do it again, properly this time.” You say.
Heeseung leans forward, as do you.
When your lips meet, it tingles.
The kiss is soft and passionate.
It feels as if you’re on cloud nine.
You can smell Heeseung’s cologne as he pulls you closer.
You place your other arm around his neck, smiling into the kiss.
As you both pull away, breathing heavily, you place one last peck on his lips.
“That was amazing.” He says, pushing a strand of your hair back.
You hum in agreement.
“It’s late. We should both go to sleep.”
Heeseung agrees, and you wish each other good night.
Back in your room, you feel butterflies in your stomach.
You grab the closest pillow and shove it in your face, squealing and kicking your feet.
The next few days leading up to the wedding are spent with last-minute preparations.
The day of, your heart feels like it will beat out of your chest.
A custom, handmade dress crafted from the finest fabrics cascades down your body.
Your mother is in the room with you, your father outside, ready to walk you down the aisle.
Once you step out, everyone's eyes turn to you.
You see your family members on one side and Heeseung’s family and friends on the other.
You see his friends from other kingdoms, six nice boys you consider your friends now.
They're all smiling at you, and you smile back brightly.
You finally look at Heeseung, and his eyes are trained on you. They don't leave yours for a second.
You smile shyly, and his serious face dissipates.
You make it down the aisle, and your face goes to sit down.
“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Lee Heeseung and Y/L/N Y/N.
These two have been betrothed to one another since birth, and today we finally see them become one.
If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Silence.
“Good. Now we will hear the vows prepared by both parties. Heeseung, you shall go first.”
Heeseung clears his throat, “Y/N, from a young age, I felt our connection. Not just because of the prophecy but because of our hearts. I am honored to be your husband. To protect you, to serve you, to give my life to make you happy. I will never hurt you, betray you or disrespect you. I promise to love you and give you the life you deserve.”
You can feel tears prick your eyes as he finishes.
“Now, Y/N, it's your turn.”
“Heeseung, when I first came here, I resented you. I thought my life was being taken from me, but I was wrong. In the past two weeks, you have shown me nothing but love, caring, and what a wonderful life I will have here with you. I promise to give you all my love, respect, and care. I will never let you feel neglected or unimportant. You will always be my priority.”
“Now, for the bonding ritual.” The officiant holds a large blade, one that was handcrafted thousands of years ago by the first king.
He then holds up the ancient prophecy, where the Lee symbol appears prominent.
The mingling of blood is a sacred part of the Lee clan and tradition.
Heeseung puts his hands around your neck, and you anticipate the bite.
It feels just as it did the first time, a sting, then bliss.
When Heeseung retreats, you palm the blood dripping down your neck.
Heeseung slices his palm with the blade, and you bring your hands together to mix the blood.
Then, on the prophecy, you both mark it with your handprints, sealing your fate and bonding your souls together.
Heeseung takes a towel to clean your neck while you wrap his hand.
“You souls are now bonded and forever one. To the new generation of Lee!” The officiant concludes.
Standing up, everyone cheers.
Heeseung pulls your face towards his, kissing you slowly.
The cheers become louder as you part.
Everyone comes up to congratulate you.
You hug your parents tightly while Heeseung hugs his.
Your friends come up, hugging you individually, and then run to Heeseung and give him multiple pats on the back.
The ceremony afterward is full of love and laughter. Your favorite music plays as you and Heeseung cut the cake.
It's delicious red velvet with cream cheese frosting.
You can't help but smother Heeseung’s cheek in frosting as he looks at you offended.
You scream as he does it back to both your cheeks.
Once cleaned up, you head outside to the palace balcony, where the kingdom is gathered.
They cheer as you both walk out, chanting your names.
You give them all your biggest smile and wave eagerly.
You hear someone calling you, and as you look down, you spot Ara.
You wave at her diligently before making your way down.
She runs to you as the kingdom coos.
You pick her up and swing her around, settling her in your arms.
“You look so beautiful, Y/N,” she says.
“Thank you, Ara.”
She looks to Heeseung. “Take good care of her, please.”
You both laugh, “I will, Ara.” Heeseung replies.
You're being handed gifts left and right by the people who you thank diligently.
The rest of your evening is spent with your friends, family, and the kingdom.
When everyone has left, it's just you and Heeseung.
“You're my wife…pinch me.”
So you do, pinching his butt.
He yelps before sighing, “I didn't mean it literally.”
Before you can react, he's attacking you with tickles, pokes, and prodding.
You try not to scream as it's late but can't help the squeals that leave your mouth.
You both arrive at your door and as Heeseung goes to kiss you goodnight, you stop him.
“Why don't you get some pajamas and spend the night with me?”
You've never seen Heeseung move so quickly.
He's back within record time, and you spend the rest of the night together.
Waking up next to Heeseung is blissful.
You watch his handsome face as he sleeps. This man is your husband.
You stroke his face gently, stirring him awake.
“Good morning,” his raspy voice says.
“Morning, husband.”
He smiles, “Say it again.”
“Good morning, husband.”
He wraps his arms around you, “I'll never get tired of hearing that.”
“Good, 'cause I’ll never stop saying it.”
“You're mine, and I’m yours. I couldn't ask for anything more.” Heeseung pecks your lips once, twice, thrice.
You take his hand in yours, “Now we get to spend the rest of our lives together.”
“I can't wait. Let the fun begin.”
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and that’s it! this is the longest thing i’ve ever written (so far) so here’s to more in the future!
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