#ryxnuying

– ( headcanons )

In denial and unaware, Heosoo already likes and cares for Nuying; more than he should. He likes to see her, to spend time with her, to have a chance to make her smile, and he enjoys the time that they spend outside of bed--or the bathroom stall or the backseat of a car--or wherever else they find to be together. It’s why he likes to drive her home when they cross paths at a party so he knows she’s safe ( and not going home with anyone else ) and why he likes her company in the mornings after. He likes how cute she looks wearing his shirts, he likes the warm of her body when she’s cuddled into him, he likes the softness of her skin as his fingers play imaginary keys ( and he only ever thinks of playing piano when he’s contented ). She’s more than a habit for him, more than a warm bed or a hot high school girl. It might be best not to point this out to him though, as the knowledge of his affection would only scare him away from it. As long as he doesn’t know his own heart, it’s easier to let it feel like she is his.

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he sees her across the ballroom and thankfully, at least for the moment, she seems happy enough. he likes seeing her smile, likes seeing all the pyo kids smiling, because he so rarely sees it among his own family, for the simple fact that he rarely sees his own family. he loves his brothers immensely, but sometimes he feels like he's spent so much more of his life over at the pyo mansion, hanging out with chanwoo and his relatives. he and the almost-not-so crown prince of the pyo clan are very close, like brothers, which makes his sisters practically jaewon's sisters. it doesn't help that jaewon has no sisters of his own by blood and would have very much loved little sisters.

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it’s amusing how easy it was to go unnoticed.

he calmly winds his way through the gathering towards the table of refreshments, mimicking the same regal stature and uppity posture that he had seen from other royals.

hyung gyu could faintly feel the suspicious look of the other guard on his back as he politely excused himself under the guise of getting a drink, and disappeared into the crowd after a blur of faded rose.

was he actually thirsty? of course not.

his eyes, however, are glued onto a certain woman’s back.

pyo nuying.

his lips twitch, resisting the urge to break out into a wolfish grin because what were the odds?

he had expected the night to be dull and dreary, but oh, was it far from boring now.

he carefully balances a drink in his hands (he wouldn’t dare take a sip of it; the last time he spotted it from afar, haeun had gotten a bit too close to the punch bowl), and, as soon as he spots a pause in her movements, he pounces.

“princess nuying!”

her back stiffens at the name, and he lets out a soft chuckle.

like a mouse in a trap.

how lovely fate was to him sometimes.

he strides towards her slowly, a pleasant smile decorating his soft features.

(there’s clear mockery behind it. don’t be fooled.)

“i must say, you look far more pulchritudinous like this,”

he’s much closer now, and he can see her beautiful features quite clearly. his voice drops to a whisper, lips barely moving.

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people talk like people do any jinwoo wonders whether any of them ever get tired of congratulating him with those calculated smiles of theirs. how they flutter their eyelashes when they tell him it’s amazing how a mere lord in waiting, a son of traitorous law ministers was able to get a marriage with one of the adopted pyo princesses. he knows that the underlying question is whether he blackmailed them into doing so or something but rest assured, he’s sure he would have rather not gone ahead with the engagement.

the night is as young as nuying and him and he finds himself wondering for the eighth time what exactly he’s supposed to approach her with. he’s almost certain a strong approach would cause raise eyebrows, chatters to flow throughout the room like a hurricane and eyebrows to be raised. he hates how low key he has to be, on the fence and not drawing too much attention to himself. he thanks kitsaskorn once more for allowing him to practice his greetings whilst doing his tasks back at the yang mansion.

he’s not exactly nervous, but he’s more annoyed. it’s all too much of a bother and neither of the pair are twenty, so he already thinks it’s a waste of his fresh fountain of youth that he’s forced to share with some uppity chinese princess. all of which he says in his mind, as just because he’s annoyed doesn’t mean he needs others to hear about it.

jinwoo finds the perfect moment when certain people are a little too drunk to notice much and he sees nuying by herself, at one of the corners of the room. light footsteps take him to her and he slides in next to her without people noticing. without her noticing, actually. he clears his throat.