#readerxbeomgyu

You look up, and the guy does a double-take as well. You recognize the familiar features that haunted your thoughts, even after all the time that had passed. The guy’s expression hardened, hiding his surprise behind a stoic mask. He cut his hair short and dyed his hair a dark red; you almost didn’t recognize him.

“Oh, it’s you.” Beomgyu scoffed. You felt your heart sink as you noticed a girl clinging to Beomgyu’s side. It felt like someone had stabbed you with a knife when you saw him with another girl, the sight cut through the alcohol-induced vision. The other woman leans into Beomgyu—something that you had already seen many times before, especially with him and other women—she turned to see the sight of you.

Beomgyu always finds himself being drawn to parties each time. There’s something in his subconscious hope that thinks he’d be able to see you again. Though he’d never admit it, seeing you there brings a mix of emotions. The desire to catch glimpses of you and the adrenaline of knowing things are over. It all creates a complex struggle for him, and he craves that feeling. The feeling of toxicity. Beomgyu’s always tough on you because he’s trying to distance himself, convincing himself he doesn’t want you anymore, because he’s bad for you. And he knows that. Deep down, he can’t shake the lingering feeling. He’s always caught in a cycle of wanting what he can’t have.

The parties, the places you both used to be at together, it all haunts the both of you. They carry memories and emotional significance for you and him. He doesn’t admit it, but you always will, and it breaks something in you both each time. You couldn’t help but blurt out the first thing that came to mind, “Having fun with your latest hook up?” Beomgyu turns to look at you, his gaze narrowing as he takes in your drunken state. As for the girl, she gave you a sideways glance, looking you up and down. She even muttered a small “Do you know her?”

“This is my girlfriend,” Beomgyu’s lie towards you is curt, and the indifference in his tone added fuel to the fire that was burning within you. Before you could say something stupid again, he suddenly grabbed your forearm and guided you out of the crowded room. He let go when you two were in the backyard, closing the sliding door behind them. The cool night air hit your face, which sobered you up, just for a second. Beomgyu nudged you into a secluded corner. “Tell me what you want to say, now.”

He spent months trying to forget about you. He tried finding you in other girls. He dated girls who had the same interests as you, who shared your smile, and he tried drowning his heartache in their laughter. They never lasted, though. His heart was always tangled up in your memory, the ghost of your touch, and all of the girls knew. So they left—or pushed him away, knowing they were all fighting wars they’d never let him win.

Beomgyu crossed his arms as he studied you with a mixture of annoyance and some other unreadable emotion. He couldn’t read you anymore, understand you. You guys were in love for six years, but it’s all gone, buried away. This reminded you of countless conversations you two had like this. The two of you, always finding yourselves in isolated places just to argue about minor topics. “Since when do you lie so easily?” You finally asked, and your voice trembled beneath everything. A muscle in Beomgyu’s jaw jumps. The red dye in his hair catches the dim light set in the backyard, which burns like embers.

“Since it became easier than telling the truth,” You didn’t understand what he meant. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, he was tired of you. “Don’t you understand?” Beomgyu had lost it. “You’re the other woman. I’m sure you always have been.” You had been looking down the whole time, from the moment he grabbed your arm until now, but his words pierced through your head, making you look up. You stared at him, and your eyes started to sting with tears threatening to fall out. “Beomgyu, I don’t know why I can’t get rid of you—“ A breeze kicked up, and the scent of someone’s cigarette and Beomgyu’s cologne entered your nose. It smelled like all the nights you wasted loving him.

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” He furrowed his eyebrows, not allowing himself to hear you out anymore. He let out a short, disbelieving laugh as he shook his head. “I was never there for you to get rid of, that’s the problem here.” His voice softened for just a slight second, you could hear it; you were sure of it. But, there was firmness behind all of it. “You keep rewriting us like it’s some sad movie. We already had our ending.”

You looked down again, fidgeting with your fingers. You knew he wasn’t done speaking. He never was. “I loved you, yes,” Beomgyu sighed deeply, “I planned to marry you, for Christ’s sake.” He paused at what he had just said. He hadn’t told her that before. Memories flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed them and hoped that you hadn’t heard what he said. “That’s what’s making this so painful. We already had our story, and it’s over. Why can’t you accept that? I can’t keep putting you down like this.

You wiped away the tears with the back of your hand. There was a mix of pain and desperation in your eyes as you looked up at him once more. “You wouldn’t understand,” you said, your voice was barely a whisper, yet it still held so much emotion. Beomgyu clenched his jaw as his expression hardened again. He was angry and tired. “Make me understand,” he retorted. “Make me see why it’s so hard for you to let go of me.”

Before you spoke again, you seemed to choke back a bitter laugh. “That’s the thing isn’t it? You don’t want to understand! You— you moved on so cleanly. As if I was nothing. Like we were nothing.” Your voice cracked, the alcohol and heartbreak were slurring your words. Beomgyu pinched his nose bridge. “God, you’re so drunk.”

“And don’t even try to change the subject!” The words burst out of your mouth before you could even stop them, “You’re still lying to me. Planned to marry me? Are you serious? If it was like that—if I even meant that much to you, why did it feel like you erased me the second you ended things with me?” The night air was too sharp. The music from inside of the house felt more faint to the both of you. There were other people in the backyard as well, but too drunk to even notice your argument.

Beomgyu’s patience is snapping, “Because that’s what healthy people do. They don’t—” He cut himself off when he saw the fresh tears glinting in your eyes under the dim porch light. His voice drops lower suddenly, almost pleading. “Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” The silence stretched out between you two. Your voice cracked with raw honesty. “I thought if I waited long enough, then one day it wouldn’t hurt anymore.”

His breath hitched at your confession. The vulnerability was drawn all over your face, which made his anger falter. He assumed that you were still clinging onto the past out of some delusional hope. When he heard the truth, his heart ached, but he was sure to not show it. Beomgyu just stood there, unsure of what to say. “That’s not how it works.”

You winced at his unexpected words. He exhaled sharply, his shoulders tensing as he looked away, somewhere past your shoulder. The glow of the party lights blurred through the sliding door. “You don’t wait for pain to leave.” His fingers twitched at his sides. “You keep walking until, one day, you forget to count the steps.” The rawness in Beomgyu’s voice surprised himself, and it got quieter—just for the both of them. “So, why are you still counting?” He lied, again. Beomgyu knew. He knew that he was counting as well. Hypocrite.

His words hit you, and you realize you’ve been staring into his eyes for too long. It stung, so you tried looking away, but your eyes landed on his hands instead. You’re too scared to look away but too afraid to meet his gaze once more, knowing you’d just get lost in it. You clench your jaw before answering him. “You think it’s that easy, huh?” You scoff, but it’s mostly at yourself. It comes out broken, with pain. “That I can just forget everything we had.” You pause, not knowing if you should say it, but you do. “Do you even think about what we had?”

Beomgyu is caught off-guard by your question—by the way your words hit him right in the chest. He went silent for a moment, and you were able to see his defenses starting to crumble. It was visible in his face. “Of course, I think about it. Every damn day.” He didn’t lie this time. His tone is sharp, almost cold, but the crack in his voice betrays him. You were able to see how he truly felt—just for a little—in the cracks of his expression. His throat bobs as if he’s swallowing back something dangerous to say. He fights back all his emotions, but his eyes are telling a different story. “I think about it—about you, more than I should.” He pauses to take a deep breath, looking away from you again. This gave you the chance to look at him. You were both fighting the urge to reach out to each other, to pull each other into a hug, to kiss the tears away. But you both don’t.

Your fingers tighten around your own arms, nails digging in just to feel something real. Anything but this soul-crushing ache. The way Beomgyu’s voice splinters on how he says “should” makes your breath hitch. He hates that you still reduce him to this—to all of these trembling arguments in secluded corners. Even after months. Beomgyu suddenly steps closer, crowding you against the wall. “You wanna know what I really think about that?” His chest was heavy with the effort of restraint of feeling you again. The admission hanging between you two like a guillotine. You can almost taste his cologne mixed with whiskey. He still wore the same one. Beomgyu’s pupils swallow the dim light behind you whole when you lift a shaking hand to his face, but he doesn’t pull away. He never did. “It was the best lie I ever told myself.”

Your thumb brushed his lower lip. Once, then twice. It was similar to the way you always did whenever you knew he was lying. “..Liar.” And a ragged exhale punched right past his teeth. His eyelashes flutter shut for one second before he seizes your wrist mid-air. He made sure not to hurt you like the way you were hurting him. When he spoke again, it’s pure venom, but laced with honey. “You made me this way.” The pad of his thumb dug into your pulse point in your wrist, where it just races for him. Beomgyu’s words hit you like a punch to the gut, the memories stir up a tidal wave of everything you’d both tried to bury. His grip on your wrist tightens, and his eyes blazed with a fierce intensity. There’s a part of him itching to hold you, but the other part was angry. At himself, at you, and the whole situation.

“Me? I made you this way?” You pull your wrist back, and Beomgyu almost says something back at the release of touch you both had. “Bullshit. You were always good at hurting people. Especially me.” Your voice cracks—half-laugh and half-sob—as you look at your wrist. The red imprint of his fingers linger. “God, you’re pathetic. Still blaming me for your own choices.” The night air stung as you walked towards him and he stepped away from you with each step closer, putting deliberate distance between you two. “Tell me, Beomgyu—when all those girls kiss you, do their lips taste like how mine used to?” His expression darkened almost instantly. Something wild and unhinged flickers in his gaze before he closes the distance in one step, pushing you against the backyard wall again. His breath is ragged against your check.

“..Because you still say my name the same way. You still look at my lips the same way you did almost a year ago.” The words are out your mouth before you can stop them, again, cutting through the thick tension in the air. Beomgyu’s expression falters for a split second before he hardens his gaze. You notice the way he swallows, the way his eyes flick down to your lips again. The words themselves were a punch in the gut. He looked like he was about to kiss you, then he suddenly stepped back. It’s like a switch flipped inside of him. “Don’t.” He almost sounds wounded. He ran a hand through his hair. The rejection feels like a slap, nothing you weren’t used to. You knew the look on his face. He's shutting you out, throwing up a barrier between you guys as high as he could.

Beomgyu gazes at you, and when he spoke again, his voice was raw. “You want me to admit it? Fine.” A step closer—his cologne and the whiskey on his sweet breath made your pulse spike. “I remember everything. The way you laughed when I would always forget my house keys. How your hair smelled after you showered. That fucking—” He stopped talking, his jaw locking. He didn’t want to say more. “Now tell me, was that what you wanted?” He’s already taking steps back from her, ready to turn his back when—

You stopped him from leaving, tugging his arm. “Then why didn’t you fight for us?” He freezes when you grab his arm. Everything was tense in his body. His mask was slipping, his breath unsteady as you dig your nails in his skin. “Like how I did?” He yanks free of your grip, stalking closer again until there’s barely space to breathe. “You really think I didn’t try?” Beomgyu took breaths with the effort of keeping his composure, but his eyes burned. “You want to know why I didn’t fight further? Because some fires don’t need to be put out—they need to burn.” His voice drops to a whisper, rough as gravel. “And we were always too good at destroying each other.”

Beomgyu knew he should push you away from him or else he’d completely destroy you when you guys were together, but now it felt like all his effort was ruined. He was hurting you worse at this moment. There are so many things you want to say, but you’re not sure where to even start. “Every day I tried to let you go—Fuck, I still am!” He raised his voice for the first time tonight, and it sparked something within you. “Every day, I woke up and I had to remind myself why I walked away!” He laughs, but there’s no amusement in the sound. It’s cold and empty. The way your entire body reacts to him—he recognizes that. “You have no idea.. how I’ve tried to move on.” You can see the mist of his breath against the cold air.

His voice, his words have rooted you to the spot. You wanted to leave. But the way you’ve never seen him like this—bare and broken—it made you want to stay longer. “Everything I did, every single moment. It was to convince myself I still didn’t want you.” He closes his eyes, bobbing his head up to breathe out, as if the confession is physically painful. “So tell me,” You spoke up. “Why did you leave me? Rather than fighting for me—for us? Beomgyu, you always resort to leaving instead of fixing the problem.”

His voice broke when he responded immediately, looking down at you again. “Because fixing it would’ve destroyed us faster.” A confession dragged from somewhere rotting inside him. “I loved you enough to let us hurt.. but not enough, because it let us turn into people who hated each other.” There was silence. The party’s laughter in the distance felt like it was mocking you both now. “You have to admit,” He says your name softly, despite the tone he had just a few seconds ago. “The spark was gone.” His words hang in the air between you, they were sharp and heavy like a blade buried too deep to pull out. The way he says your name.. It was almost regretful. The saying makes your chest tighten. You want to argue, but there’s a terrifying truth in what he’s saying. “The spark was never gone, Beomgyu. We just stopped trying to light it.”

Beomgyu exhales through his nose, a bitter laugh that doesn’t really reach his eyes. “Maybe.” He tilts his head slightly, “Or we were always better at burning out than staying lit up.” He was studying you like he was memorizing every detail before walking away for good this time. “Either way, it doesn’t matter now.” The finality of his words settles over the both of you like a moth to a flame. Neither of you move for a long moment. “If it didn’t matter, then why are you here?” You realize. “I mean, you knew you’d see me here.” He was caught. When you were guys together, he knew everything about you. How you always go to the parties Taehyun or Soobin would invite you to. The way you acted whenever he’d leave your side. “You really think I’d be here if I didn’t have to be?” He snapped back.

Your hands curl into fists at your sides, trying to hold on to your sanity that was crumbling by the minute. Your voice was shaking with restrained anger. “What I think is that you haven’t changed at all. Same excuses, same bullshit.” A sharp inhale. “You’d rather lie, run away, than admit that you care.”

Beomgyu’s defenses splinter. The truth in your words hit him like a physical blow, and for the first time tonight, his composure wavers. “Then what do you want me to say?!” He sounded raw. He was cracked open. “That I still—” His teeth sunk into his lower lip like punishment. The unspoken words hang between you two. The guillotine was about to drop. The moth was about to turn into ash. His chest heaves as he steps back—like putting distance between you two once more will somehow erase the slip up he just said.

“That you still what, Beomgyu?” After that, the air between you two turned into something more. It was charged with the weight of everything unsaid. Beomgyu’s breath stopped for a split second as your accusation hung. His voice broke. “I still..” His jaw clenches hard enough to hurt. The air feels frozen around you, like time itself has stalled. Beomgyu’s words are like a slap in the face, yet at the same time, something in you wants to stay, to hear the rest of the sentence, even if it hurts you. You’re almost afraid of what he’ll say.

His pupils dilate. His whisper was drenched in venom again, no longer with the sweetness of honey anymore. “I’m still yours.” His confession between you was raw, ruined, and real. Instinctively, your hand flies towards his face. It was a sharp reaction to the pain he’s caused you, but Beomgyu moves faster, catching your wrist mid-air with a grip that borders on bruising. For a heartbeat, time stops. One second he’s pulling you in, the other second, your lips meet.

It wasn’t soft, or sweet. He was hungry. It was like he was trying to rewrite every mistake with the press of his lips against yours. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back as if he’s daring you to pull away—daring you to pretend this doesn’t ruin you both. Pretend that this just ruined the efforts of him pushing you away for so long. The taste of him floods your senses: whiskey and winter mint, something so painfully familiar makes your chest ache.

The way he swirls his tongue against yours, the way he bites your lip in between ragged breaths, the taste of you against his tongue. When he almost lets out a low moan, he has to remind himself where he’s at, and he breaks away. Beomgyu’s lips rests against your forehead, lips still hovering close enough to ghost over yours as he speaks. His voice was wrecked, “Now tell me that the spark isn’t lit.” He pulls away from your forehead—just enough to look you in the eye. His face is a mask of pain and want, his lips were bruised and red from the kiss. Stained with your red lipstick. The words are barely a breath, like he doesn’t quite know how to say them. “I still love you.”

His words were filled with something suffocating. It was choking you. Beomgyu’s grip on your wrist slackens, but he doesn’t let you go. His voice is raw with a truth he can no longer deny. “I’m just bad for you. For all of this.” His thumb brushes over your pulse point. It was gentle now, almost apologetic. “I hurt you every time I touch you.” Beomgyu stepped back, releasing you like he was now realizing how deep his poison ran.

“You’re right. You’re really bad at this. Leaving, staying, loving. Everything.” You let out a small laugh that sounded too much like a sob. Beomgyu wasn’t sure where you were going with this. “So go ahead. Hurt me, just like you did the first time.” His hands lift, like he wants to pull you into a kiss again. Instead, he stops midway, fingers curling into a fist before dropping limply at his side. The distance between you two has never felt more suffocating. “I wish I knew how to love you without wrecking us both.” He admit.

”I’m never asking for perfection, I’m only asking for honesty.” The weight of your words hang there. Beomgyu swallows hard, his eyes never leaving yours. “Then here’s my honesty.” A sharp inhale. His fingers twitch. He wants to wipe away the tear tracking down your cheek. “I’m terrified of how much I still want you.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Your voice was steadier than your heartbeat. “I still want you.”

A King has been born. The palace was overjoyed with the birth of the new king who was ought to take the throne on his 19th birthday. The current reigning King’s smile painted across his honey toned skin beckoning all his servants to attend his wife. The palace was as blithesome as it had ever been, with servants, helpers and even some guards visiting the sweet, blessed baby boy, cradled in his mothers arms as she coos at him jubilantly. He was gifted many things by many of the King’s companions and people who worked for him and he helped. “One day son, you will take my throne and rule our kingdom,” he smiles at the child, his finger brushing against his soft cheeks “but for now, you are my little Prince Taehyun,”. 

A couple years went by and at the age of 5, Little Taehyun met his first friend. He was a year older than him but they got along from the first day bonding over toy cars and hide and seek. On a balmy spring day the little ones waddled and sprinted around the lavish rose bushes, hiding behind the hedges giggling gingerly before the other pounces out and startled the other. The would often tackle each other to the floor and tickle on another on the luscious verdant grass, sweet laughters filling the soft warm atmosphere. On Beomgyu’s 6th birthday there was a party at the palace on behalf on King Kang, since Beomgyu’s father was a close friend and a worker for him. The balloons were decorated around the dining hall and the guest lounge, blue and green streamers hanging from the tall ceilings and a little Taehyun excited about gifting his best friend a gift he begged his father to buy. When the king ordered everyone to assemble at the guest dining table, allowing the young Beomgyu to sit at the top of the table, he ordered his butlers to bring his gifts in but before that took place, you come running in with a box. Taehyun smiles ear to ear. “Father, yn is here!” he runs up to her and grabs her petite hand and pulls her towards Beomgyu and you tried to reach the table to put the gift in front of him but the King takes it from you gently helping you place it on the table. The gifts come in a Beomgyu’s smile was ever so precious. As the sun was pondering on the horizon, Taehyun, Beomgyu and you were sat on the balcony that was  connected to Taehyun’s bedroom; the view was of the kingdom and the fragrant rose garden just below him the the vine covered archway at the end of the garden. It was no regular garden, it was a garden that the king made for his wife before they got married hence why the archway was at the end with some green space. The you and the boys played together in Taehyun’s room as the parents were in a meeting discussing important matters. It was a warm evening, the ambience so enthusiastic, the warmth of the air embracing the three of the children on the balcony as they exchange gifts. “open your present Beomie” Taehyun giggled clapping his hands, his cheeks a light blushed pink and his honey orbs filled with pure happiness and joy. Beomgyu ripped open the silver wrapping paper swiftly to reveal a velvet box. Beomgyu gasped, the stars in his eyes illuminating his face and the smile growing on his face when he realises what it was. The box contained a bracelet made out of gold with the three of your initials on it, ‘Taehyun, Beomgyu and Yn’. Although, a little saddened you  looked down; a little disheartened you present wasn't as good but Taehyun comforted you. “yn! it’s okay! don’t be sad please” he frowns and hands you a little box too so the trio of you all had the same friendship bracelet. “OH MY- Taehyun thank you so much I love it so much we’re all matching now!” Beomgyu squeals in excitement. He opens your present and it was a crocheted teddy with ‘CB’ oh his chest with a little heart. “you are my best friends forever!” Beomgyu squeals with excitement as he tackles the pair of you to the floor. The two giggle under Beomgyu; “B-Beomgyu get up,” Taehyun giggles. “You have to call me Hyung i’m 6 and you’re 5,” Beomgyu plays around teasing him. “Yeah but IM a Prince!” Taehyun throws his stuffed cat at his head before it fell off the balcony. “NOO! kitty” Taehyun frowns whilst looking down from his balcony looking at his toy wedged between two rose bushes. “It’s okay Taehyun, you can get it tomorrow morning, your father said that you have to be asleep soon, we have to go,” Beomgyu frowns. As soon and Beomgyu uttered, rainclouds began to sheathe the blueish sky, turning them a dismal grey. Thunder and lightening began to arise, causing Taehyun and Beomgyu to become a little frightened. “hey, it’s okay! Beomgyu you have the teddy i gave you,” you point out before tiny Taehyun turns to you hugging you. “im scared i don’t like the thunder,” he whines. Your father and Beomgyu’s father wait at Taehyun’s door waiting for the pair of you to go home. “don’t worry, I’ll get kitty tomorrow,”. 

Six years later, your 10th birthday. You could remember this day almost perfectly as if it were a vivd dream that reoccured over and over again. The skies were painted a beautiful cerulean blue with specks of alabaster clouds dancing gracefully above you. The warmth of the sun grazed over your skin, gleaming over your slightly blinding you playfully. The bees buzzed around you and the joyous feeling in your stomach felt so exhilarating. “YN!” Beomgyu yelled as he saw you sitting in a slight daze holding your puppy plushie, sitting on your hand-built porch your father built; “happy birthday!” he smiled his puppy like features peering at her past the small gate. She skips over to him and opens the gate and he hugs her, as best friends do, and he passes you a little basket with some gifts. “I got you some of the best baked goods for your birthday as well as a little charm to!” he hands it to you. Your heart fluttered as if there were a million butterflies swarming inside. Beomgyu had always gifted her something on her birthday since they lived in the same neighbourhood but as for Taehyun, he wasn’t allowed out of the Palace as much as he was used to. Taehyun was often stuck in his tenebrous palace, studying ‘Royal etiquettes’, general studies, practicing fencing and also Korean literature too. It was tedious and at the age of 11 he barely understood the literature he was given but the King demanded he know each and every book inside and out. Taehyun would sit at his window seat each evening, gazing out into the nothingness of the town craving to venture into the main markets, the small forest and the mountain gardens just outside his palace. He held the leather book between his soft palms analysing and marking each sentence and word to learn about it further. Being so young yet so lonely meant he was able to focus on literature and reading and by the time he was 18, each and every word would be engraved into his mind. The palace was vast, but the emptiness of the building added to the loneliness.His father claimed it was only to make him ‘mature’ and to ‘teach’ him the ways of a royal but you and Beomgyu thought that it wasn’t fair. One afternoon, Beomgyu went outside Taehyun’s window and threw small stones to get his attention. It looked like Beomgyu was the Knight in shining armour and Taehyun was the damsel in distress but in reality it was Taehyun who was the imprisoned Prince and Beomgyu the resilient friend. That was until The King spotted Beomgyu and was asked to leave the palace grounds immediately and was reported for breaking and entering. That was indeed his first warning. As you and Beomgyu sat together in front of your house, your father approached you with a serious expression on his face; “we are ordered to go to the King’s palace for an urgent meeting,” he informs her. “Can I come too, Sir?” Beomgyu asked your father. “of course Beomgyu,” he ruffles his chestnut hair before holding your hand and making his way to the palace

 “Dont go anywhere too far okay sweetie,” your father reminds you. Of course you obey your father, you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. “okay father i wont,” your sweet smile warming his heart, as well as Beomgyu’s. As soon as you and Beomgyu walked into the palace, a servant was escorting Taehyun to the main entrance before his dejected expression uplifted and his eyes were like two shining marbles glistening in the palace lighting. “oh my! you guys came!”  His happiness was through the roof when he saw you both. There was nothing more exciting to you than to sit with your best friends in the rose garden that held significant sentimental value to the Royals. You, Taehyun and Beomgyu sit outside in the rose garden watching the stars gleaming, the spring breeze sending slight shivers down your spine as the heavenly bodies setting the dark abyss of the night sky aglow; “happy birthday, Yn” Taehyun hugged not forgetting your birthday. “Thank you! you didn’t forget!” you giggle hugging him tighter, his arms gently embracing you. 

Years went on and You and Beomgyu gradually became closer since your father used to work with his father and also for the King. Taehyun became busier and busier the more the three of you grew up and the King limited the amount of time Taehyun could spend outdoors and outside the palace and meeting his friends and spending his precious time was useless to the King. By the time You were 17, Taehyun was completely unavailable to go outside and meet his friends which made you distant from Taehyun since the Palace grounds were now out of bounds. He was cooped up in his lavish palace, being served by his servants and butlers, everything in a silver platter whenever he asked for something, his bed being three times the size of him with sheer curtains draping over the frames, red and gold bedding fitted with almost no creases every time he got into bed, his attire always ironed and chosen for him; what a perfect life, right? However one thing that he couldn’t demand for was time. Although, You and Beomgyu didn’t know what happened behind closed door.

One winter’s night, ivory snowflakes glided on to the greyish cobble path sheathing the walk way as you and Beomgyu walk home together. You pulled your scarf over her face slightly to warm her icy cheeks, the piercing cold reddening your skin. Beomgyu’s hands were deep in his coat pockets and an idea sparked up in his head; “hey wanna go somewhere?” Beomgyu asks.

“like where? it’s freezing” you whine as you show her pinkish fingertips, pouting at him. Beomgyu puts his arm around your shoulders, “the barn house? our usual hang out spot” he chuckles and then smiles before the realisation hits you. You felt a bit stupid but Beomgyu found it oh so endearing. “ohh yeah, sure, I have nothing to do. My father is at the palace at a meeting again, he’s been going to a lot of meetings recently” you scrunch your nose before Beomgyu taps his cold finger on the top of your nose playfully before bolting ahead. “h-HEY!” you whined again as Beomgyu starts running. “Come and get me,” he teases as he runs down the street, laughter emitting into the icy atmosphere. The both of you end up at his barn house out of breath and sheltered from the blizzard that was about to hit the town, collapsing on the sofa’s he had there. “I win,” Beomgyu’s smug face teases, his vexatious energy radiating off of him. “only this time,” You warn jokily. Beomgyu prepares some hot drinks for you to warm up your frost bitten hands; When you held the cup of hot cocoa, the warmth flooded your body rapidly melting away the icy sensation in your hands. You looked up at Beomgyu as he was cleaning up the spillages, his messy hair over his forehead; and her mind reminisced.

Beomgyu looked different to what he did 7 years ago but it was clearly because of how he aged. He was 19, only a couple years older than you but his features were more defined and he just seemed so beautiful. His chestnut brown hair framed his charming face. His eyes, pools of dark cocoa always gleaming in the light and his skin a soft honey tone. You both sat together in the barn house which you both often did when you had nothing to do or had no plans such as tending to the Kings needs or desires and would talk about your secrets or things you were feeling~ thats how you both became closer over time. As you both sit cozily with the fireplace burning the logs Beomgyu threw in, you sigh and gaze at each other. “So anything today?” Beomgyu asks, leaning into the couch swinging his head back so his brown locks fell back. You thought for a bit and tilted your head slightly and sighed, “have you ever loved anyone before?” you ask nervously. He stops mid sip, licking the whip cream off his lips and smiling back, “I don’t know, have you?” He asks back. “perhaps,” you shrug. “what do you mean perhaps? do you have a crush on anyone? if they break your heart I will beat them up,” he threatens and puts his fists up punching the air making you giggle. “no.. I don’t know, don’t worry forget i even asked,” she shakes her head. “uh? you can’t just do that?” he scoffs and then silence deafens the room. He suddenly pounces on you making you yelp, his hands wrapping around your waist and tackling you to the couch. You were trapped between the couch and Beomgyu, his arms either side of you and his face directly in front of you. There was slight tension between the two of you, you gulp nervously. “i guess you still wont tell me?” he gives a playful little smirk before you push him away. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You divert the attention and sit up on the sofa, “i miss Taehyun, he hasn’t been seeing anyone lately,” you sighs, “ahh yeah me too, I do miss him,”

Their childhood had always been with the young prince but the King established new rules for Taehyun as he grew. It was as if he were trapped in a cage unable to escape from his preordained future he had waiting for him. Being a Prince wasn’t easy and in Taehyun’s case, being the only son, there was more pressure on him. - On the same night, when the blizzard hit the town, Taehyun gazed outside his tall glass windows that were draped in red and gold embroidered curtains and sighed. He sat in bed writing a letter which he did since he was 11 ever since he couldn’t go outside. It was like a diary account only to a specific person, his best friend of course. 

‘To my best friend, It has been a long day for me. I woke up at 5am and had breakfast at 5:30am making sure it was filling and nutritious and then starting my fencing training at 6am. After that I was tutored for 3 hours which was tiring and boring but it’s what my father wants. Lunch was lonely, i remember how we used to run amongst the rose bushes and you used to pretend you were a royal. it was cute i must say. I miss those days so much. My coronation is so soon and it’s nerve wracking, i’m sure you’d be there right? to see me finally turn King and I’ll let you stay here and we can be together again.’

The King’s personal servant knocks on the door and asks Taehyun to go to sleep. The hope and light in his eyes dissipates into the nothingness of his bedroom but before the servant left she left some valuable information. “Prince Taehyun, your father has asked me to tell you that there will be a compulsory meeting with your father to discuss some important matters next Friday.” she bows. “oh okay..” Taehyun responds. Next Friday. That was Taehyun’s 19th Birthday. When a royal is 19, they would need to be taught everything a budding King would need to know and what they should do. It wasn’t easy. Also marriage was to be organised by Taehyun’s father so the royal bloodline would stay intact but of course Taehyun wouldn’t be able to choose his lover... As the lights were turned off, white alabaster specks began blanketing the window pane, Taheyun pulled his sheets closer to his face pondered for a while. I miss you... 

“Yn,” her father calls out reading a letter that was from the King himself. “yes father?” you walk into the room where your father worked and he turned around handing you the letter, “ this is from the King to you sweetheart,” you take the letter into your hands and unfold it, reading it as you walks to you room. You stops. “invited to a meeting with the King and the Prince?” you say to yourself.You think about it. Beomgyu knocks at the door just before you closed your bedroom door, so instead he opened her window. “Hey yn wanna go on a walk?” he asks holding two hot drinks in his hands and a little white wooly hat sitting on the top of his head.You looks at the letter and back at him. “yeah hold on, lemme get my coat,”. “what’s that?” he asks as he passes the drink to her and points at the royal letter. “some meeting I have to attend next week,” you say. “just you?” Beomgyu asks curiously. “yeah I guess so? I think my father will come too,” you assure herself. Beomgyu nods his head in affirmation and then thinks for a little bit and decides to go somewhere else; “let’s go somewhere different today.” Beomgyu’s cheerful charming smile suggests and of course you went along with it, sipping at the saccharine hot chocolate, the warmth of the liquid swirling in your mouth, the softness of the melted marshmallows colliding with the savour of the dark chocolate. He grabbed your hand, fingers unintentionally interlocking and he ran to a special place, special to him anyway. After passing the stalls and passing the little meadow where you, Taehyun and Beomgyu used to frolic, Beomgyu took you to a desolate garden which was situated on higher ground not too far away from the palace. “wait this is the hidden garden you found when we were kids ,” you gasp. The tree was beginning to blossom and the flowers were spread across the concrete and between the crevices. There was a bench which wasn’t there from when you could remember. “I built this bench here so we could sit here and enjoy the view,” Beomgyu expressed to you. “BUILT IT?” you respond shocked! You both sat down on the bench, close together as you rested your head on your best friends shoulder. 

The stars gleamed down reflecting off the town’s architecture, the sheen of the town making you feel nostalgic. You sigh but you didn’t realise that Beomgyu was lovingly gazed at you, his finger tips fiddling with your hair that cascaded over your shoulders. His heart began to palpitate when you realised he was playing with you hair. “you having fun there?” she teases sitting up and facing him, your sultry, pinkish lips caught his eyes and his eyes. The chilling breeze raised the hairs on the back of your neck, or at least you hoped it was the breezed and not his delicate touch. His doe eyes were like two Tiger’s eye - the beautiful warm toned gemstone- and his blushed cheeks were like red apples. “Why are you staring at me like that?” you let out a slight giggle although there was a glint of admiration and love that you denied to yourself, but before you could laugh it off, Beomgyu’s hands cupped you face. A gasp left your lips before it even got the chance, it was swallowed up by his tender kiss, the velvety sensation of his lips against yours. This was your first ever kiss.

He felt confident and you didn’t seem to want to pull away but there you were, in his arms letting him guide you his hands around your waist. Perhaps it was the unconscious desire and the tension that had been present for years but you let him kiss you, of course giving the same energy and you allowed him to adulate her innocent lips with his own. Once he calmly pulled away, their eyes met; “I’m sorry, I know i shouldn’t have without asking but-” Beomgyu was interrupted by you, “if i didn’t like it i would’ve pulled away, no?” the atmosphere was awkward but it was clear to see you and Beomgyu had a fire burning within. After that day, they would meet in the same location and often share an act of affection, nothing was official since Beomgyu wanted to wait until your birthday to surprise her with flowers. He kept his feelings concealed and away from their ‘friendship’ respecting your choices but ever since that day when he asked if you liked anyone, it just made sense to him and of course he shot his shot. His heart fluttered every time he saw you and that was when he was 100% sure that he was in fact in love with you.  It was your 18th birthday: You  had to go to the meeting before you could do anything celebratory. You wore something flattering and formal to present yourself appropriately. The flowers were fragrant and blossoming, the soft sun light beaming over you as you skipped your way to the palace but as you arrived there, the King, the Prince and two guards were waiting for you. There was uneasiness lingering in the air; you began to feel suffocated, your throat closing slightly. Something wasn’t right. “Good morning Ms. L/N, please, follow us through to the meeting room,”. You looked over at Taheyun, the light in his eyes absent and empty. “hey Taehyun, how have you been?” you whisper, playfully smiling as you always did. “i’ve been fine, busy too,” there was no smile, nothing. “ i missed you so much,” You walk next to him and whisper and you swore you saw the corner of his lip curl slightly before dropping again...

Taehyun’s POV:

‘Her voice was like a breath of fresh air. Hearing her made my heart sing and seeing her was as if i were dreaming. She looked so... beautiful. Why is my heart beating so fast? Why have my ears gone red’ That was my thoughts. I had a crush on Yn since we were kids and it never changed, but it felt stupid to me that I had a crush on her for so long. “Why is she even here? was she supposed to be the designer for the coronation?” I thought again. The room felt bright again, her ecstatic energy radiating warm oranges, vibrant pinks and shades of yellow painting the aura of the dismal room but there was also the sense of comfort and being at home. I still dont know why my father invited just her, It didn’t make sense until my father began to speak at the table.~

The king seated you all down and he began to speak instantly. “ Thank you for coming to the meeting Yn,” he greets you with a simple thank you before he begins his main point. “I have gathered the Prince, myself and you all to discuss  Prince Taehyun’s coronation,” It sounded rather simple, perhaps you were supposed to hold the crown at the front or even decorate for the function? “I would like for you, Yn to marry my Son, Taehyun,” The King smiled proudly after letting hell run loose within Your mind. You and Taehyun lock eyes with worry and shock. “ sorry father, what did you say?” Taehyun gulped in fear of speaking back to his father since he knew the consequences. “Son, in order to be a King you’d have to marry and continue our bloodline. You wouldn’t want to disappoint the family do you?” The temper of the King was gradually rising, “your father made a promise to me 8 years ago that you would marry my son since i have helped your family with fortune and let you live on my land,” there was complete silence between the two.  “this isn’t me asking, this is me telling you that the marriage will occur before the coronation of Taehyun and therefore you would need to be at the palace for your fittings and other preparations,” The King said rather calmly as if it were such an easy thing to accept. How were you supposed to tell Beomgyu that she’s marrying his best friend, the prince?Your heart shattered at the thought of turning your back on Beomgyu; the vacant chasm in your chest only growing more and more as the King spoke. “ I shall let you both talk about this matter,” The King ups and leaves leaving you both alone, in silence.

“so..” Taehyun begins “ how has life been treating you huh?” he asks sounding genuinely interested in what you’ve been doing without him all these years. “oh um...” you start off. What do you start off with? The fact you’ve been lip-locking his best friend or that you have feelings for Beomgyu. “um well I have been studying a lot and often just taking walks and hanging out with Beomgyu,” You nod, her fingernails dug deep into her skin under the table. “How is he? I miss him quite a bit but I cant have anyone over until.. well..I’m king,” he sighs frantically biting his lip as a habit, rolling his eyes, . “Im sorry my father blackmailed your father,” Taheyun gulps “Just for the sake of my father, do this marriage thing.. but you can love anyone you want” His words ring in your ears. “ so you’re saying that I marry you for your publicity and your reputation but I can go on and live my life?” you asks feeling your stomach go bitter. Taehyun nods with a sombre expression. The silence was every so deafening and all you wanted was to run away from this mess but you didn’t want to leave Taehyun. “um so what have you been up to?” you try to change the subject but you instantly felt regret. “training, learning how to be king, i dont know it’s the sae every day from 5am every morning,” He sighs and a servant brings him water and places it in front of him. “You see that,” he eyes the water that was placed, “whatever I do, something is given to me even if I dont need it,” he scoffs. Taehyun wasn’t having a good time in the palace and your heart ached to see him this way. Before you could say anything else, a guard comes in and notifies you that you have been asked to be escorted out to make your way home. “i’ll see you soon Taehyun,” You run up to him and hug him, standing on your tiptoes. He has gotten a lot taller hasn’t he?

That evening you left the palace after being escorted to the front gates, jumping down the stairs before suddenly looking up to see Beomgyu with a bouquet of white and red roses waiting at the entrance with a charming smile on his face.You swore he could’ve been mistaken for a Royal. “how are you my love,” he says handing her the flowers and you accepted them, the aroma of the fresh flowers bringing memories back to Taehyun’s rose garden, before walking beside him and replying to him. “i’m fine,” although Beomgyu knew you long enough to know that you weren’t fine. He stopped you and put his hands on your shoulders; “what’s wrong?” he frowned, his glossy coffee bean orbs gazing back at you like a lost puppy. He didn't like seeing you sad, he made sure you were smiling and would dry your tears whenever you were crying. “It’s nothing,” you say before standing on the tip of your toes to kiss him, stumbling since you lost your balance but Beomgyu’s arms caught you. Not long after, he took you to your special place again, her head resting on his shoulder whilst saddening thoughts raced through your busy mind before Beomgyu broke the silence. The moonlight was beaming over the two tonight as the trees calmly rustled, dancing with the wind, whistling melodically. “Yn..” he begins clearing his throat, “After all these years i have made it clear to myself that-” he was interrupted by you, since you knew exactly what he was going to say. “you love me? that’s what you’re going to say right?” your voice cracked, your throat drying making it hard for you to speak. “I was, yes, I was also going to ask for you to be my girlfriend because I love you so much,” you couldn’t lie to him, you didnt want to hurt him. “The King and my father had a deal that I’d marry the Prince in return for what the King had helped us with,” your voice was hoarse and you could feel your eyes pool. Beomgyu’s bright, elated smile dropped, his sparkly eyes dimmed and his flame burnt out. His aura was grey, almost as if a matchstick lost it’s flame. “you.. the prince..” he scoffs, the corner of his lip curls half upset and half hurt, “of course, because you’re the only daughter out of the King’s companions... ” His head was in the palm of his hand. You put your hand on him gently and despite the butterflies and warmth he felt he couldn’t accept the Prince’s to be wife to be so intimate with him, it felt wrong to Taehyun and to himself. There was silence before Beomgyu decided it was time to take you home. It was midnight and all you could do is walk beside him in the darkness lit up by the street lamps, the air dense and humid with a slight breeze. You got to your house, the lights all turned off, everyone must’ve gone to bed. You turn around to Beomgyu, his sorrowful face looks at you; “have a goodnight yn,” he says before he leaves. There was no kiss goodbye, not even a heartfelt farewell. He just left.

 From the following day and onwards you had to go to the palace regularly and often had to meet Taehyun. There was a dress fitting in which the Prince and yourself  had to attend although you didnt want to go. The room was only occupied by a tailor, a dress designer, the Prince and yourself. The uneasy atmosphere making you feel anxious. “ G’day, Princess,” the tailor and designer bowed to you. Princess didn’t settle with you well at all. “we have picked out a few dresses for you to try and to get fitted for you,” the pair smiled before handing you a few dresses to go and try on. You went through a few of them and Prince Taehyun shook his head to most except one. It was a muted blue dress, with a tulle skirt that did make you feel like a princess. The bodice was embroidered with little blue flowers making it look like a miniature flower garden as well as the bottom of the tulle skirt. The veil was also a light blue which was attached to a white flower headpiece which was small and elegant. Taehyun’s eyes widened at the beauty he saw. “you look uh...” he struggled to find words to say. “pretty?” you finished his sentence as he nods to confirm what he thought, his cheeks burning up a crimson hue. “oh it seems like Taehyun likes this one, we shall get the measurements done as soon as possible,” the pair begin to take your measurements, tape measures around your body. You were already treated like the Princess and it felt.. weird. You learned about many Royal etiquettes over time, every time you went to the Palace and it was a big jump from being a regular towns person to a Princess. Not something you would expect every day. 

On a spring morning, Taehyun stands out on his balcony letting the cool, placid atmosphere sink in before he was interrupted by his father’s servant. Frustration took over his body, his fists clenching and his ears turning red, he despised his father and his fathers servants. He exhaled before turning around to see you standing there in a royal dress you had been styled in. “The King has asked me to leave The Princess with you until he calls you both down for the last meeting before the-” the servant was interrupted. “marriage okay, you may leave.” his tone was stern and his button eyes turned fierce and filled will hurt, anger and sadness. “yes sir,” the servant closes the door before he was left with you alone. “so, is this royal treatment any fun,” he sighs leaning against the frame of his balcony arms crossed. “i dont know..” you reply as you dig your fingernails into your skin again and Taehyun notices. He walks over, still furious from earlier, and grabs her wrist. “what is this? why do you keep doing it?” He asks, a taint of worry in his eyes but his tone sounding angry, his brows furrowed. “don’t do it, you always did it as a kid when your father yelled at you for getting lost in the palace,” he chuckles, easing off a little, reminiscing about the past; “remember how it was so easy to be kids,”. He remembers something and makes his way over to his bedside table. “ i have something to show you,” he says before getting a little wooden box out of his draws and opening it. The box was filled with letters, things he wanted to share with you and also a brooch he kept from his 16th. you looked through the crumpled papers and there was many letters addressed to his ‘best friends’ and some that weren’t addressed to anyone. The papers were discoloured and crumpled and also tear stained which you assumed from the random smudged ink on the letters. you read the letters carefully each one of then addressed to ‘best friends’ until at one point it changed; it wasn’t addressed to anyone. What happened there? you ask Taehyun and he looks down thinking of how to say what he was thinking. “Over time being in pure isolation, I missed your laugh, your energetic aura and i guess over time I developed a strong liking towards you and i can’t deny that,” he shrugged “so i just wrote whenever i felt my heart ache,” . The silence grew louder again. “you liked me? for how long?” you put the letter down. “since i don’t know, it just happened but you and Beomgyu seemed to have a stronger bond and it made sense so i tried not to get involved” Taehyun slowly closing the draw, observing the way the muscles in your face tensed up and the way you clenched your jaw. What did you feel? anger? sadness? frustration? you didn’t know what you felt but you knew for a fact it wasn’t positive. “did i say anything yn?” Taehyun lifts your chin up with his finger, the worry inundating his glossy, almond eyes “did i say anything to upset you,” his hand rests on your knee. You had to work up the courage to tell him but you couldn’t do it. The cowardice. 

Beomgyu waited outside your house as he always did which was strange to you since he hasn’t spoke to you for a week or two. You walk up to him in your tailored dress, made just for you, and he turns around. “hi,” he speaks forcing himself to smile before looking you up and down; You could almost hear his heart flutter... or was that yours? “Beomgyu, h-hi,” you stutter since apparently you forgot how to speak! “What are you doing here?” you ask him inching closer to him. “I came to say sorry, none of this is your fault and to be quite honest, i hope, over time you do love Taehyun,” his smile appears, his real, genuine smile. “of course I still love you and i will do anything to protect you but sometimes it’s just the right person but in the wrong place at the wrong time in the wrong life....” he rests his hands on your shoulders before pulling you into a warm embrace and you could feel your tears pooling at your eyes. You grasp his sleeve before burying your head into his chest and let your emotions run free. You were confused and lost; you felt lied to by your own father and felt like you were a part of a game, a stupid pawn to be played with. You didn’t want to hurt Taehyun or Beomgyu but there was only one path to take. “i’m so sorry Beomgyu..” you sob into his chest as he caresses your head gently. 

The more you hung out with Taehyun the more the bitter taste in your mouth left, the tense atmosphere was lifted and everything felt so...comfortable. You would go to the palace nearly every day to ‘reconnect’ with Taehyun. One day Taehyun’s father would organise a dinner for just the two of you to supposedly grow feelings for each other. The table for the two of you was set up in the well known and loved rose garden, a cylindrical wax candle in the middle illuminating the seating area prepared for you both. The chairs were in ivory white covers and the table cloth was a blood red. A vase was gently placed by a servant, the roses delicately presented. Your eyes locked with Taheyun’s as he pulled the chair out for you, you couldn’t help but smile. “what’s that smile for huh?” Taehyun teases, easing out of his ‘professional’ royal upfront and showing his real persona. “nothing,” you smile playfully before tucking your chair in, “why are you smiling so much for?” you tease back. His cheeks blush up a soft pink before he begins to speak again, “because I’m spending so much more time with you and it feels like we’re kids again,” he fiddles with the friendship bracelet he still had on. “kids, except me and you are getting married very soon which I understand was way out of our control,” Taehyun nods in agreement. “how are you feeling though?” Taehyun asks you. You couldn’t lie but you felt like there was a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, your cheeks burning up at the question. Are you falling for him? It’s too quick right? You ponder for a little bit. “i’m feeling.. I’m feeling great,” you smile at him, and everything felt as it were merging back into colour again. What was happening? It felt like some sort of epiphany. The evening went as planned, the pair of you talked and caught up with all sorts of things that happened. Soon after, for the second meeting between you both arrived which was a couple days before the big day. You waltz into the Palace happily to meet Taehyun but abruptly stop when you see Beomgyu with his father in the meeting room with Taehyun’s father. Your heart stops and everything goes grey again. You see Taehyun being escorted to you by his servants. you wanted to run and hide. Your eyes were so fixated on Beomgyu and he saw you; thats when your heart shattered when he smiled back and waved, his sweeter than bubblegum smile making your throat go dry. Once Taehyun approaches you he sees you focused on his best friend moreover, his best man. His hand rests on your shoulders and Taehyun smiles at you before gesturing to walk with him. You hoped he didn’t see your reaction to Beomgyu but unfortunately he did. “hey, are you okay? did anything happen?” Despite Taehyun assuming one thing he didnt want to come to conclusions without asking you. “I- uh, y-yeah,” you stutter, but he knew you werent telling the truth. He lift your chin up with his finger making your eyes meet his. “please Yn, tell me what’s bothering you,” he pleaded. He just wanted you to be okay and besides, telling the truth is better than lying. “Beomgyu and I-” he cut you off, “had a thing but my father forced you to marry me and you felt hurt and every time you see him your heart aches?” You could see he was feeling hurt, but not because you liked someone else. He felt hurt because he knew this would happen , that you would fall for someone else, he felt hurt for taking something away from you that made you happy. “Taehyun, listen I feel hurt because yes i did like him but he told me to move on and it just feels painful here,” you put you hand on your chest “and ... after all these weeks if being with you i-” He listens and then speaks “you’re falling for me?” there was some silence. “it’s okay, don’t force yourself,” he says, holding your hand as his fingers interlock with yours. Suddenly you begin to ease. 

You both went to his room, the balcony doors were wide open and you go to stand outside to get some air. You inhale the crisp air and exhale. You look out into the town and let your mind roam free for a little while but as you do you feel Taehyun’s hands wrap around your body and his head rests on your shoulder. You didn’t move, you didnt’ want him to move. It was comforting. “are you okay with this?” he asks you, and you nod your head in response. You could feel your heart beating faster but you could also feel his too. Beomgyu walks out of the palace and sees you on the balcony and gives you a smile and a thumbs up. You smile back at him before he walks away. Once Taehyun raises his head, you turn around to him, your watery eyes glistening in the sunset. “what’s wrong?” he asks but without any warning you cup his face and pressed your lips against, on the tip of your toes to reach him. Once you part , he had a shocked expression on his face but with nothing said, he presses his lips to yours again, one hand above your waist and the other on the nape of your neck.  Whilst you both share something so passionate such as this kiss, he guides you   to his bed; as you sit on his bed, you look up at him. You couldn’t believe what was happening. “are you okay with this,” he asks as you nod. instead of a gentle passionate kiss, his lips crash onto yours, Taehyun gently lowering himself onto you. An hour or so later, the pair of you were notified about dinner and Taehyun asked for his stylists to help you both pick out dinner attire. Although you couldn’t just forget about the moment you spent in his room despite it being impulsive, it meant something. Especially to you, as if it were a conclusion to whatever chaos disrupted your mind.

~a few weeks later~

It was warm springs day, the sun was beaming through Taehyun’s window. He sighs as he wakes up and it hit him what day it was today. The Royal Wedding. It wasn’t long until the servants came in with his attire and his pin to go on his blazer. It felt surreal that i would be marrying my best friend and even the thought of it was nice but of course i did feel bad for, although ever since that one evening in my room it felt like all our questions were answered from one simple kiss. okay simple may be an understatement but regardless...  Thoughts raced through his mind before he thought to ask about you; “where is yn?” he asks and the servants look at him blankly, “The Princess,” his voice sounding slightly angrier. Taehyun didn’t like how foolish his fathers servants were and luckily enough his status gave him authority to teach the imbecilic servants the correct way to approach him and pay attention whilst working. “she is getting ready your highness, should I get her for you?” one of them asks. “just give her this,” he takes his pin off his blazer and hands it to the servant. You on the other hand, were getting your dress fitted and hair done for such an important day but you couldn’t get one thing off your mind; what Beomgyu told you that one night. He wanted you to be in the right hands, perhaps he thought he wasn’t good enough and Taehyun was better for you but that evening you spent with Taehyun felt like a solution to all your questions. The King and the guests all gather in the beloved rose garden where you, Taehyun and Beomgyu grew up together, sitting under the white archway every time you visited; Taehyun stood  at the front with Beomgyu as his best man, standing behind him. Of course he’d be the best man, since Taehyun didnt have very many friends. “treat her well okay,” Beomgyu pat Taehyun’s back. The music queues as petals began to suddenly fall from above you. You inhale sharply, is this really happening? You see your father waiting for you so he could walk down with you and Taehyun at the end waiting along with Beomgyu. “yn sweetie, i’m sorry for making you go through this,” her father apologises as he walks with you until you got to Taehyun, “don’t worry, i understand and i can make this work,” you smile at him before you stand face to face with Taehyun, looking a beautiful as a Prince could be with his elegant white suit with his gold finishes here and there, gold epaulettes on his shoulders along with the gold friendship bracelet that the three of you had on. As the ceremony begun, Taehyun took your hands into his gently and stood up tall. The atmosphere felt magical, like you were some cinderella in your baby blue gown, holding the future King’s hands; you couldn’t help but forget about everything and get lost in Taehyun’s eyes. It was time for the vows and Taehyun went first. 

“From being children to blossoming into the young adults we are now, i promise to keep you safe from whatever harm comes in the way. I will promise to love you and take care of you and support you in whatever you choose to do and listen to you. I want to be your safe place front start to end, hand in hand you and I Yn. Even from the sidelines i will cheer you on and make sure you are happy and loved because you deserve every bit of it .This is the beginning of our journey, and I hope to spend every little bit with you.- Taehyun”

You exchanged your vows. The guests were in awe, applauding the newly wed couple as you both slip the silver rings onto each others finger before it was official. You were officially married to Prince Taehyun and had the new title as Princess. As everyone was free to enjoy the function, Taehyun offered his hand to walk you back down the isle and make your way to where the main function was held which was inside the palace. “congratulations Prince Taehyun and Princess,” Beomgyu smiles whilst bowing respectfully before you punch him playfully like the old days. “stop, it’s weird,” you smile a little “well I am a respectful being, am I not?” he nudges Taehyun. “Of course,”. The King notifies everyone that the dance will start soon and of course Taehyun help his hand out, bowing down at you, offering the first dance with you formally. “Would you care to join me on our first dance,” he asks you, and without a second thought, you take his hand. The lights dimmed and everyone watched the new couple dance together for the first time. Taehyun’s soft gaze making your stomach flutter, his hand on your lower back leading you to the music. “everything okay?” he asks and you nod. Beomgyu watches from the side, “that’s my girl..” he sways gently with the music as you and Taehyun dance. Little did you know, those vows were written by Beomgyu and he wrote it on the behalf of himself as well as Taehyun. Taehyun appreciated Beomgyu helping him write the vows since he felt the same too but it was time for Beomgyu to move on.. just like you moved on with Taehyun. Taehyun stood on his balcony that night thinking to himself and you ask him what was wrong before you got nothing but silence. You did what he did to you and wrapped your arms around his torso and you never felt so sure about your feelings now. “My love,” he turns around before hugging you again so your head rested on his chest so you could hear his beating heart “what’s gotten into you?” he asks. “I like when you call me that,” you mumble into his chest. “well you’ll hear it a lot often now,” he says cupping your face, before kissing your forehead. You finally got the courage to say those three words to him, after making sure your feelings were true; “Taehyun.. I-I love you..”~ “I love you too” he whispers back