↳everything about your apartment was perfect. Aside from your neighbor. Choi Soobin has become the bane of your existence. You can’t go a single day without looking over your shoulder for your misleadingly handsome neighbor. Just how many petty pranks does he think he can get away with?
➤ enemies to lovers!au, neighbors!au, arguments, petty behavior, swearing, fluff
Word Count: 3,062
Requested?: yes
Warnings: none really other than swearing and Soobin kind of being an ass. I also didn’t proof read or edit this, as per usual.
A/N: To be honest I’m feeling a little unsure about this? I loved the concept and I’m very glad that a lovely follower requested it but I feel like lately all of my writing has started out really well and then just got progressively worse? Like all of the endings I write are just kind of lame? Just a weird insecurity I’ve been encountering lately. So please leave me some feedback on what you think about this!
You loved your apartment. It was small, but just right for you to live in. The shower had hot water, your bedroom had a beautiful window for your plants to sit on and the wifi connection was always working well. You even only had to travel up two flights of stairs if your elevator stopped working. There were a lot of pros to living at your complex. But there was one, massive, glaring and obnoxiously loud con. Choi Soobin. When he had moved in next to you, you tried to be nice. You knocked on his door and introduced yourself; making some kind of lame joke about borrowing sugar.
He didn’t laugh. He just introduced himself back and apologized for not having any sugar. Apologized? Had he really missed the joke that bad? Your delivery had been impeccable. Despite his charming face and annoyingly adorable style, you decided there was no way you could be friends with someone who didn’t understand a classic joke.
Soobin must have decided there was a reason he didn’t like you either, because just about a week into being neighbors he began to wreak havoc. He played music as loud as it possibly could be at the weirdest times of the day and yelled at his television way too much no matter what he was watching. It seemed like every day you had to storm over and knock on his door to complain. This went on for weeks until he finally agreed to stop when you threatened to involve your burly landlord in the matter.
For a few days, you enjoyed peace and quiet. You came and went from work without seeing him, took naps in silence and remembered how it felt to cook in your own kitchen without the sound of a twenty something year old man screaming at reruns of Survivor as background music.
As they say, ignorance is bliss, because little did you know Soobin’s silence was about to erupt into a new, massive volcano of stupidity. One night you woke up around 4 am to the sound of scratching coming from the wall that connected your and Soobin’s bedrooms. You were already annoyed at the fact that you had to be up at 7am to pick up an early shift for your slacking coworker, so you didn’t have it in you to just roll over and go back to bed. You couldn’t have if you wanted to anyway because the scratching noises were only getting more and more persistent. You flung yourself out of bed with a groan. Pets were allowed here, and it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that Soobin had gotten a cat who decided to be a little extra scratchy.
You poured yourself a glass of water in the kitchen, hoping to clear your mind and sort your thoughts. In the silence of the night, you could hear Soobin’s panicked voice through the thin walls. It sounded like he was on the phone with someone, as you could hear pauses as if he were listening to someone else. What a weird fucking dude, you thought. With eyes still drooping you walked back to your bedroom. The cat would have to be done scratching at the wall by now, right?
Wrong. The same consistent noise that would surely haunt your dreams still persisted. Knowing Soobin was awake gave you enough grounds to throw on a sweatshirt over your sleep clothes and go knock on his door.
When it swung open, you could see just how distraught he was. His usually fluffy hair was flat and knotted and his eyes were sporting huge dark circles that only made the panic in them amplified. Wait, panic?
“Y/N, I’m really sorry but you need to leave,” he had the door open just far enough to stick his head and shoulders out, as if he were trying to hide something.
“No, Soobin. I heard your cat scratching at the wall and it’s annoying the hell out of me. I can’t sleep. Can’t you lock it in the bathroom or something?” His face scrunched in confusion.
“A cat? I don’t have a cat.” Your insides boiled with hatred at the idea of him trying to lie his way out of this.
“Listen up Choi. Unless you have a dragon in your bedroom scratching the shit out of the walls, I don’t want to deal with your lies. Just take care of it! I need my beauty sleep and you and your noisy cat aren’t helping at all.” Soobin’s face paled and for a second you thought that you had finally won. And then Soobin said:
“It’s not a cat. It’s a racoon.”
You almost fell onto your ass right in the hallway. Soobin’s eyes sparked with a type of mirth you never thought such an admittedly gorgeous face could possess.
“I’m calling the landlord.” You snapped the door shut in his face and turned away.
That had apparently been the final straw for Soobin. The next day when you got back from work, you found a handwritten “RACOON HATER” sign taped to your door. What you found inside was somehow even more unsettling. Your whole living room and kitchen had been essentially trashed. Throw pillows and blankets were thrown haphazardly on the floor, many of your photos and art you had on the walls were switched around or taken down altogether. And the worst of it all; everything was covered in a fine dust of glitter. It was a struggle to find a single surface that wasn’t covered in glitter, really.
A new type of dislike for Choi Soobin brewed in your stomach. Hatred. Your kitchen counter- also covered in a dust of chunky silver glitter- became the victim of your frustrations as you slammed your hands down. It would cost you so much time and money to get all the glitter out of your living spaces, let alone the fact that you'd inevitably be leaving some behind for the next poor soul to rent this apartment. Gritting your teeth, you went to work with your poor little vacuum.
You had only managed to clean your coffee table and half of your couch before you heard a series of loud knocks on your door. You grumbled at the idea of having to take a pause in your work but you trudged over to the door anyway.
To be honest, you had no idea who you were expecting to see behind your apartment door-which you belatedly realized was still decorated with Soobin’s handmade sign- but you didn’t think it would be the man himself.
Soobin stood in the hallway, picture perfect as always. His face was tan and smooth and free from any possible blemishes. Had he plucked his eyebrows? They were groomed to neat perfection. His tall frame was dwarfed by a fuzzy blue sweatshirt that was easily a size too big. If you had met him by chance on the street, you would have fallen in love in an instant. But you knew better. You knew he was the one who reduced your once lovely apartment into the mess it was now.
“Oh, sorry,” he feigned innocence, “are you busy?” He didn’t even try to hide the smirk that blossomed on his face. A grumble of a curse fell from your lips before you responded.
“Yeah. Some asshole decided to break into my apartment and spread glitter on everything. So yes, I’m sort of busy,” you laced your voice with enough venom to kill a horse, and it seemed as if Soobin had gotten the message as he shrunk back into the hallway a bit. His mouth opened and shut in rapid succession as he struggled to find the perfect retort.
“I-” he cut himself off as his soft eyes became hyper focused on a spot on your face. Suddenly you were a new combination of concerned and offended. His hand hesitantly rose toward your face before the softness of his fingertips made contact with your cheek and brushed something away. You held your breath the entire time, unsure if you should be upset or worried or utterly lost in the way his skin felt against yours. The contact was brief but still made your skin burn bright red. When his hand left your cheek, you saw that he had brushed away a piece of glitter that was now resting delicately on his fingertip.
“Sorry,” he hurried out, “I just wanted to get the glitter off of your face.” His whole demeanor had changed, and you were sure that whatever plan he had in mind when he knocked on your door had vanished.
“Okay, weirdo,” you tried to ignore the way you were yearning to feel his touch again, “I’m still busy so can you like, go away?” Upon hearing your words he turned away to head for his apartment door with ears as red as you’d ever seen them.
Although the glitter incident was now months behind you, you still often found pieces in random spots around your home. And Soobin was still a pain in your ass. He had been quiet for close to two weeks after your odd encounter and you were almost convinced that he had changed his ways. You were quickly proven wrong when he conned the man who works the front desk into hiding your mail for a week straight; making you subsequently late to paying some of your bills.
More recently, a new person had moved into the apartment across the way. The first day you met him, you were busying yourself with taping up Soobin’s door with bright pink duct tape from the outside. Your new neighbor-who you learned to be named Yeonjun- had squatted down right next to you and offered to help tear pieces of the tape.
You and Yeonjun had become fast friends. He was incredibly charming and willing to lend an ear every time you needed to complain about Soobin. For a while, you were almost able to forget the fact that the devil incarnate lived next door to you. While your work schedules tended to be a little crazy, the two of you managed to talk for at least a few minutes every day. He helped you gain some sanity back within your apartment hallway.
Despite also being friends with Soobin, Yeonjun never took sides in your little feud; but you were always secretly worried that somehow Soobin would put a bug in his ear. One day, about two months after Yeonjun had moved in, he knocked on your door while you were in the middle of making dinner. You invited him in but he hesitated.
“I just came to talk to you,” he bit into his bottom lip, “I really like you. But I don’t see us ever being more than friends. I hope you understand.” You scrunched your eyebrows. Where was this coming from?
“Uh okay? I know that. I don’t like you...like that, Yeonjun. Did you hit your head or something?” You were seriously confused. Yeonjun’s eyes widened comically.
“Well Soobin said that-“ as soon as the words fell out of his mouth Yeonjun put together the invisible puzzle pieces. His face morphed into extreme regret. “I’m so sorry. I should have known it was part of your weird prank war. You should have seen how convincing his acting is though, he really had me thinking you had a crush on me.” You scoffed at the idea of Soobin beginning to spread rumors to one of your closest friends just for the hell of it. If Yeonjun hadn’t been mature enough to address it right away, you could have gone through weeks of confusion about why he was avoiding you.
You looked back at your kitchen, catching sight of the steaming bowl of ramen you’d just finished making. Sighing, you shut your door behind you to stand in the hall with Yeonjun. He looked sheepish in your presence as you laid a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m not mad at you, Yeonjun. I’m going to talk to the bane of my existence,” you gestured toward the door with the shiny ‘370’ plaque. “Just don’t bother calling the landlord if you hear yelling.” As soon as you heard the sound of Yeonjun’s door snapping shut, you laid into Soobin’s door with a heavy knock. As soon as it was opened far enough, you wedged your body inside and subsequently sent Soobin stumbling backwards.
“How dare you?” You roared, throwing your hands in the air dramatically. “I’m fine with your petty pranks and all the other stupid shit you pull against me because that’s all between the two of us. At least it’s funny and gives me something to think about in my free time. But when you start to involve my friends? That’s way too far. There was no reason to rope Yeonjun into this. He’s your friend too, Choi.” Soobin seemed surprised that you had come in with so much to say right off the bat.
“Y/N it’s really not that big of a deal. I just wanted to see if you actually had the capacity to have a crush on someone. And you’ve been spending so much time with Yeonjun I figured he’d be the perfect person to test my theory with, plus the humiliation factor of him not liking you back would have kept me entertained for days” he sat down on his couch casually, “I guess he had to break it to you that you aren’t as flirty and irresistible as you think you are, huh?” The air crackled with tension as you gawked down at his sprawled form.
“What are you even saying? Yeonjun and I are just friends. And why does it matter to you if I have the capacity for a crush or not? You hate me. If you’re just waiting until I get a boyfriend so that you can come in and ruin it all with your shitty vendetta then you’re much worse of a person than I ever pegged you for!” Tears welled in your eyes but you wiped at them angrily. Out of all the fights and disagreements you’d ever had with Soobin, this was the first one that stirred an odd emotion in the pit of your stomach. You were tired of the back and forth. Soobin seemed oddly alarmed at the formation of your tears as he got up from the comfort of his couch and approached you like a wounded dog.
“Trust me, I have no grand plan to ruin your life at every turn even though that’s what you think. You spend so much time with Yeonjun, I thought maybe you liked him. I knew he didn’t like you because when I told him that I-” Soobin actually clapped his own giant hand over his mouth as the words hung in the air between you. Anger shot through your mind at the idea that he didn’t even have the guts to relay the entire story.
“You what? You’re so wrapped up in your own little world but you can’t even finish telling me what you said to someone else? I can’t believe you, honestly,” you turned and made your way toward his door, wanting nothing more than to go home and take a hot shower. Soobin’s hand clasped around your wrist as he gently yanked you away from the exit. His strong grip kept you standing right in front of him and although you struggled against him, there was no use.
“I told him that I like you.” For a second, you thought that you had misheard him, but he continued. “I told Yeonjun that I like you. And he told me that I should go for it, because he doesn’t see you as more than a friend. But I freaked out so I told him that you liked him. I knew you probably actually didn’t.”
Your brain was short circuiting at the confession. Choi Soobin, who had complicated your life beyond belief since the day he moved in months ago liked you?
“But,” your eyebrows drew together as you tried to comprehend it all, “you hate me, Soobin. We have a whole...rivalry! There’s no way you actually have feelings for me. I swear if this is just another prank I’ll shove my hand so far down your throat-“ Soobin threw his hands up in front of his body in a form of defense.
“No! I don’t hate you, Y/N. I’ve liked you since the day we met. I just thought the pranks and petty stuff was like...our way of hanging out? That’s why I kept doing them. I thought you were having fun with me.” It was ridiculous how much he sounded like a little boy explaining his side of the story to a teacher. It was even more ridiculous that the corner of your brain where you’d stuffed all your feelings for Soobin began to overflow.
“Haven’t you ever heard that there’s much better ways to tell someone you like them? We could have spent the last 11 months not at each other’s throats if you would have just manned up and found out I like you too.” You saw the exact moment that the words finally processed and his entire face lit up with the recognition.
A familiar, deeply dimpled smile grew across his face as his skin reddened. He clasped his hands in front of him and swayed back and forth on his feet. Before you could think to stop him, he leaned in close enough that you worried he could hear your heart thumping against your ribs.
“You like me too?”
“Yes, Soobin. I like you too. And I would like you even more if you stopped your stupid pranks,” you tapped his nose with your pointer finger twice. He nodded eagerly with his tongue sticking out from between his teeth slightly.
“Deal,” he stuck his hand out to you and you raised an eyebrow to silently ask if he was serious. His hand didn’t waver, so you grasped it firmly and pulled him toward your body until you could wrap him into a tight hug. It was an odd feeling, soaking in Soobin’s scent as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth in his apartment. Odd, but good. Perfect.
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➺If it was love, and if this is what love means, is there really a need to keep repeating ourselves?
pairing: choi yeonjun/choi soobin x reader, ? x reader
genre: social media, romance, fluff, so much angst, high school au
warning: sexual content (only for soobin and yeonjun), THIS AU IS LONGER THAN MY USUAL SAHJSDJAJKSDAJK, high school au but its so chaotic (think glee/riverdale high school chaotic)
status: ongoing
➴ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader
➴ Word Count: 1.2k
➴ Rating: G
➴ Genre: Highschool!au, Jock!Soobin, fluff, established relationship!au
a/n: this an extra part of my series Perfectly Perfect. It happens after everything. Please check it out, as well as the collaborative series ARCADIA ACADEMY, which Perfectly Perfect a part of. I just got so much feels from Popular Jock Soobin from the Drama MV i just had to.
“I think it would turn out better if we distribute these like—-“
“Like this, babe?”
“Perfect,” Y/N smiled, nodding satisfactorily. “and stop calling me babe. Do we even have enough brochures?”
“Seems like we don’t, I’ll go ask the office if they have more,”
“Cool,” Y/N hums as she sorted through the paperwork. “Thanks, Haechan,”
There was a noise of acknowledgement as Haechan waved his hand, disappearing around the corner.
Then, it was silent again—nothing but the sound of low murmurs and pages turning ever once in a while in the small library space.
She sighs as she leans back to rest her eyes, groaning.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Y/N cracked a smile, opening one eye to be met with sparkling brown eyes.
Y/N giggled as Soobin’s hands leaned on her chair, his figure leaning over her.
“Peachy,” Y/N hummed as Soobin leaned down, planting a quick kiss on her lips. “What are you doing here?”
“I was on my way to the court, but I saw you through the library window.” Soobin smiled, planting another kiss on her lips before sitting down next to her. “I thought you said you were going home early today?”
“I was, but Mr. Kim told me to sort these all out,” Y/N groaned, leaning on him as he cooed sympathetically. “I’m tired,”
“I’m sorry, baby,” Soobin hummed, wrapping his arms around the girl and laying a soft kiss on her head. “What exactly are these, though?”
Y/N’s face was buried in his sweater by this point, her voice muffled as she snuggled into his shoulder.
He took a brochure, gazing at the maroon detailing. Harvard University.
“College brochures,” Y/N said, hand reaching up to clutch on his sweater. “Had to sort it out for distribution for classes. I missed you,”
Soobin smiled, pressing his lips to her temple. “Yeah? You saw me two hours ago, though,”
“I still missed you,” Y/N complained, raising her head. “You weren’t in class, where were you?”
Soobin laughed, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Yeonjun-hyung and I had to go on an interview for the press release for Nationals, remember?”
“Wait, that was today?”
Soobin laughed once more, nodding as he gazed over the small pout gracing his girlfriend’s features.
“You’re so cute,”
Y/N smiled, leaning forward and pinching his cheek.
“You’re cuter, Mr. Volleyball Prince.”
“I told you to stop calling me that,” Soobin whined.
She only laughed back, pressing another kiss on his lips—revelling in the way his arms tightened around her waist.
“So,” Soobin pulled away, smiling. “How about you come with me to the court and watch me practice, and then I can take you to a small date afterwards and walk you home?”
“I’ll take you up on that date,” Y/N smiled, giggling as Soobin pressed another peck on her lips. “but I can’t watch you practice,”
“What, why?” Soobin pouted. “I promise someone won’t accidentally throw another ball your way, baby—“
“It’s not that, although that really hurt—I hope you didn’t accept that applicant because they cannot play at all,”
“Believe me, we didn’t.” Soobin snorted.
“Anyway, I’d love to watch you, baby. You know this,” Y/N smiled. “But we have to finish this today.”
At this Soobin raised an eyebrow,.
“We?”
“Babe, I’m back!”
Soobin flinched in surprise as Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes in exasperation as a figure bounded over to them.
“Keep your voice down, you’re in a library,” Y/N chastised as Haechan set down a big box of brochures on the floor next to them. “and I told you to stop calling me babe,”
“and I told you to call me by my real name, but do you?”
“It just slips my mind,” Y/N defended as she straightened up, letting Soobin’s hands drop from her body.
“Then not calling you babe slips my mind, too,” Haechan laughed mischievously, nodding over at Soobin. “Hello, prince.”
“Hi," Soobin frowned, tilting his head.
Haechan nonchalantly plopped down on his chair, ignoring Soobin—whether purposely or not, Soobin couldn’t really tell— as he wiggled his eyebrows over at Y/N.
The girl only ignored him, reaching down and taking a couple of brochures in her hands and setting off to work.
“So, anyways, Y/N,” Haechan started. “what do you say after we sort all of this out, we go grab some—“
“Not interested.”
“Come on, babe!” Haechan groaned. “You’ll crack at some point.”
“No,”
“You will. I’m charming, I’m charming you.”
“No,” Y/N sighed, handing him a set of varied brochures. “Wrap this up, please.”
Soobin’s hand slowly inched around Y/N’s shoulders, eyes alarmed as Haechan shot his girlfriend a flying kiss—which was promptly ignored.
“So, baby,” Soobin started, clearing his throat as he shot a mischievous-looking Haechan an apprehensive look. “where do you want to go for our date later?”
Y/N hummed in thought, hands continuously stacking brochures.
“I don’t know. I’ve been craving some boba lately,” Y/N shrugged. “Not that hungry for actual food.”
“Okay, then. The best boba place later for my girlfriend,” Soobin nodded. “because my girlfriend wants boba. So I’ll take my girlfriend to drink some boba tea, on a date. With my girlfriend,”
Y/N looked up at him with a confused glance as his hands tightened around her shoulders.
“Uh, yes. Your girlfriend wants boba,” Y/N raised her eyebrow and pressed her palm on his forehead. “Are you sick?”
“So,” Haechan started, eyes amused and plotting as he smirked over at Soobin. “If you’re going on a date with Soobin today, does that mean you’ll go with me tomorrow—“
“No,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the same time as Soobin gasped and word-vomited.
“She’s mine, she’s my girlfriend! She’s dating me! Back off!”
Haechan burst out in hysterics, leaning back on his chair and almost falling back as Y/N smiled in amusement.
“Soobin, were you jealous?” Y/N asked, holding back her laughter at the quickly reddening face of the Volleyball Prince.
“What, no, I’m not,” He coughed, clearing his throat and turning his head away.
“Then why are you red?”
Haechan leaned his head on his hand, smirking as Soobin grew increasingly flustered.
“I’m not red—anyways, you seem cold so wear my jacket.” Soobin faked an awkward cough, ignoring his girlfriend’s amused smile as he took off his letterman. “And, I should go—you’re making me late for practice, you know.”
“Well, I didn’t tell you to stay, didn’t I?” Y/N teased, making Soobin’s eyes widen.
Haechan snorted.
“Hyung, stop being whipped and come on—we’re late!” Beomgyu said, sticking his head out of the doorway.
From below him, Kai’s head popped up.
“Hi noona! Will you be coming today?”
“Not today,” Y/N smiled as Soobin floundered on the spot.
She snorted, landing a small peck on his lips.
“Thank you for the jacket, baby. Now go to practice before Yeonjun has my head.”
“I’ll see you in two hours.” Soobin mumbled before stumbling out the door.
Haechan burst out in laughter as Y/N sat back down with a sigh, shrugging on Soobin’s jacket.
The big white block letters CHOI SOOBIN 12 in clear print on her back.
“With the way he keeps making you wear the jacket, I’m surprised he still thinks there’s someone in this school who doesn’t know you’re dating,” Haechan commented in amusement.
“It’s okay, I get cold sometimes,” Y/N shrugged, smiling as she fell back into fixing the brochures. “Besides, I like it when he calls me his.”
It is so much easier to get people to hate something than to believe.
Part of the Grimoire Series
➴ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader
➴ Rating: R-16
➴ Genre: Twisted Fairytales, Yandere
➴ Trigger Warning: Death, mild making out, massacres. Like a lot. Betrayal and deception to the nth level
↳ genre: fluff, this is so cheesy and cliche, lil cringe, light smut bro 😭 let y/n have her sexc time, rina is going to die today by the hands of her anons.
↳ trigger warning: panic attack not explicitly mentions but described a little (it’s the scene they’re acting), bIG ANGST, sadness and pining.
Special Note: To the people who I told that Serendipity is the title of my written chapter, and then was told: “I lied, Serendipity is not the title of my written chapter” after a few hours,,,, surprise!! ❤️ i lied again. it is. It’s like Taehyun, half of the things I say are real while the rest is bullshit. I love living like this.
Y/N muttered under her breath, eyes swiftly reading the script in her hands as she waited for Soobin to arrive.
“Think about happy things—friends, family—No, not family,” Y/N muttered.
“I’m back!” Soobin returned, a carrier in his hands. “Sorry I’m late. There was a line at Starbucks,”
“You didn’t have to,” Y/N smiled, taking the coffee cup offered her way.
“Because you tripped? I already know you’re clumsy, get up,” Soobin snorted, walking forward and pulling her gently. “Get up,”
Y/N pouted as she sat up, narrowing her eyes at the boy.
Soobin grinned as he brushed away a patch of dirt that stuck itself on her forehead.
“You seem tired—we’ve been practicing non-stop for a while now. I think we should take a tiny break, don’t you think?” Soobin asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
“No, Bin, I can do this—“
“Y/N,” Soobin said, voice a little more firm but his eyes gentle as he cupped her face. “Take a break,”
Y/N pouted as she nodded, letting Soobin lead her back to the desk chairs.
From his backpack, he pulled out two packs of Banana Milk.
“You got us Banana Milk?” Y/N gasped as Soobin walked over and plopped next to her.
Soobin smiled as Y/N’s eyes sparkled, grabbing the package from his hands.
“Thanks!” Y/N chirped, taking a quick sip. “I was parched,”
Soobin shook his head, taking a sip of his own Banana Milk.
“So,” Y/N hummed, leaning her head back. “Hi,”
“Hey,” Soobin replied, grinning her way.
Y/N turned, facing him with a tiny smile.
“I saw you talking to Miso earlier,” Y/N asked. “What was that about?”
Soobin raised his eyebrow.
“You jealous?”
“No, why would I be?” Y/N snorted, then suddenly shooting up with a gasp. “Is it because you’re dating now? Is it because you have a girlfriend now and I don’t have a boyfriend?”
Soobin burst out laughing as Y/N’s eyes widened frantically.
“Well, are you?”
“I told you I don’t like her like that,” Soobin grinned, leaning his head on the wall as he smiled brightly at Y/N.
“Really?” Y/N narrowed her eyes playfully. “I’m like not gonna hear you having adventures with her in the locker rooms, then?”
“Y/N, I’m not Yeonjun-hyung. I don’t usually go around the school and fuck the first woman I see on any flat surface,” Soobin laughed.
“Really, you won’t?” Y/N teased.
“Okay, fine, maybe I will if I get really horny or something,” Soobin frowned. “But not to a random girl—one I’m dating, preferably.”
Y/N laughed, tilting her head up.
“I wonder what it’s like to date someone you really like,”
“Haven’t you?” Soobin asked, eyes curious as Y/N shook her head.
“Nope, I have kissed someone before,” Y/N shared, burning red at her admission. “But I haven’t had a boyfriend, or sex—since we’re talking about it,”
Soobin’s eyes stayed trained on Y/N as he bit his lip.
“You’re a virgin?”
“Don’t rub it in, buddy,”
“Come on,” Soobin grinned “Don’t call me buddy, babe,”
Y/N turned to him, eyebrows raised as he chuckled.
“Don’t tease me, you asshole,” Y/N snorted, pushing on his shoulder.
He only laughed loudly, humming as he took her hand.
“What kind of girls do you like, Soobin?” Y/N asked.
“Hm,” Soobin looked up in wonder.
His hand intertwined with hers, nonchalantly running his thumb over her knuckles.
He suppressed his grin as Y/N blushed once more.
“Someone smart, simple, innocent, kind—beautiful,” Soobin concluded, making Y/N furrow her eyebrows.
“Beautiful, huh?” Y/N wondered. “Do you have a specific someone in mind?”
Soobin frowned in thought.
“I don’t think I’ve ever found any girl in school beautiful—maybe just pretty,”
“Not Miso, or Areum?”
“Nah,” Soobin shrugged. “They’re like good on the eyes, sure, but I wouldn’t say they’re beautiful,”
“No girl in school—“ Y/N thought mindlessly. “You called me beautiful.”
Soobin smiled at her, chuckling.
“You’re so much more than just a girl in school,” Soobin sighed, amused at Y/N’s rapid blushing. “You’re so red—it’s cute.”
“I can’t help when you keep saying shit like that, you know,” Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.
Soobin tried to relax, staying in place as Y/N let her head rest on his shoulder—her hand still intertwined with his.
They must have been such a sight—Choi Soobin from TXT plopped on the floor with a girl tightly gripping his hand and burying her face on his shoulder.
Soobin grinned at the thought.
“So,” Soobin started, leaning his head over hers. “Do you have a type?”
“Hm, wouldn’t you like to know?” Y/N snorted.
Soobin laughed as Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Cute. I like cute guys. Considerate, confident, knows what they want.” Y/N shrugged as best as she can. “Don’t know, something like that.”
“Anyone in mind?”
Y/N only smiled, shrugging once more.
“No one, really,”
“I don’t believe you,” Soobin chuckled teasingly, making Y/N look up and narrow her eyes playfully. “What? There’s got to be somebody.”
“And what would you do if I say it’s you?” She challenged.
Soobin didn’t reply, his smile tightening as his eyes darkened.
He leaned his head down, his voice an octave lower than usual.
“Well, is it?” He hummed.
Y/N gulped, biting her lip.
Her heartbeat ran a mile a minute as Soobin’s eyes fell on her lips and his hands planting itself beside her head to lock her into place.
“Soobin—“
“Y/N,” Soobin started, his voice still low and eyes locked on her lips. “This is enough rest, let’s practice.”
“Okay,” She said, gulping down her nerves and standing up—eyes following Soobin as he walked over to the doorway.
Her hands wrapped around his waist, helping him mimick limping—like the scene would require.
As she went through her lines—following Soobin’s body as he stumbled down, like the script said—her mind raced.
Did I do something wrong?
Soobin’s eyes were still firm and dark, nothing like the usual bright and kind brown eyes. Not even the wide, panicky eyes the script would have demanded him to have.
No, it was firm, and dark, and dangerously attractive.
The situation was awkward as they ran through their lines—tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Soobin’s eyes followed her as she stumbled through her nerves and stuttered over her lines.
It’s a good thing the character she portrayed was also stuttering and nervous—or else she was sure the scene would have been pure utter garbage.
“Try to slow your breathing,” Y/N recited her lines, marvelling as Soobin acted.
He was good, perfect as he acted—save for the dark eyes that still trained on Y/N.
“I can’t,” Soobin answered, just as the script cited.
She was just following the script.
She chanted in her mind as she cupped his face, shushing and comforting Soobin as the script required.
She was just following the script.
She didn’t even notice Soobin stop panting like the scene would have him do—his eyes only locked on hers.
She won’t kiss him because actors don’t rehearse kisses—they only read scripts.
She didn’t even comment on the way he gently guided her to sit on his lap, her own body following him as if it had a mind of it’s own.
Fuck the script.
It should have been her that leaned down, planted a kiss on Soobin’s lips as per the script.
But her mind was hazy, she didn’t know who leaned in first—all she could focus on was the way Soobin tasted.
He tasted heavenly.
Soobin pulled away, eyebrows furrowed as he leaned his forehead on hers.
“We’re not supposed to practice kissing scenes,” Y/N whispered, eyes closed and thoughts not even close to any acting assignment. “We should follow the script.”
Soobin growled, his hand lightly gripping the back of her neck.
“Fuck the script,” He hissed before crashing his lips on hers, hands fisting on her hair.
Y/N whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck as she melted in his hands.
His tongue darting out to lick her lower lip, asking for permission to enter her mouth.
Hands roamed around each other’s bodies, a playful smile coming from Y/N as she denied him access.
With an irritated huff, Soobin’s hands dropped down to her ass—lightly squeezing.
Y/N yelped at this, her arms tightening around his neck as Soobin tilted his head to kiss her deeply—his tongue entering her mouth to start a battle with hers.
She pulled away, eyes scanning Soobin’s as she felt one of his hands climb up her shirt.
“Soobin,” She whimpered at his dark eyes—his pupils blown out—as he groaned at her disheveled state.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Soobin moaned, lips attaching to Y/N’s neck. “Look at you—you’re a mess,”
He was right.
Y/N whined as Soobin set her to sit down on a desk.
“Just for you,” Y/N moaned, feeling Soobin bite on her neck. “Fuck,”
“Just for me?” Soobin said, leaning back with a smirk as his eyes scanned her figure.
Her usually tidy hair was a mess from the grip he had earlier, her skirt crumpled, and a side of her shirt out from where he stuck his hand in earlier.
“My mess?” Soobin asked, a hand falling on her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “You’re my mess, right?”
“Yes,” Y/N whimpered as Soobin groaned, hand climbing back up her shirt and lips sucking on her neck. “Fuck, Bin,”
“That’s right,” Soobin hummed in satisfaction, hissing as Y/N shifted in her spot.
Her hips pressed down on his, making Y/N whimper at the hard bulge pressing against her.
“Bin, Soobin,” She whined loudly, throwing her head back as Soobin nibbled on her pulse point—his hand playing around the underside of her bra.
“Look at you,“ Soobin cooed, pulling away and admiring the marks he left on her neck.
She looked like a fucking children’s color book with all the purple marks dotting her neck by now—well, his coloring book now.
Soobin grinned in delight as Y/N moaned, hips swiveling as she pressed herself down harder.
“You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?” Soobin asked, hissing as Y/N nodded with a moan—her core directly above him. “Just for me?”
Her head thrown back as he gripped her waist, almost rubbing himself on her.
“God, you’re so filthy. You’d let me fuck you here right here, won’t you?” Soobin muttered, grinning in satisfaction as Y/N reached up with a whimper—lips attaching to his with a mumbled yes. “You would? You’d let me take your virginity right here?”
“Soobin, please,” Y/N whined.
“What do you want, baby?”
“Take it off,” Y/N whined, hand cupping his that was lovingly squeezing one of her breasts. “Please, baby,”
“The things you do to me,” Soobin breathed out, lips crashing on hers once more—teeth immediately latching on her lower lip as his free hand worked on the buttons of her blouse.
Y/N moaned, hand still resting over Soobin’s as he continued fondling her breasts.
“Baby,” Soobin groaned, nibbling her neck. “Baby, if you don’t stop grinding on me, I’m really gonna fuck you here.”
“Soobin,” Y/N only whimpered back, eyes closed and mouth open.
Soobin hissed and kissed her once more, hands moving to tear her blouse off before the door flew open.
Y/N head flew over to the door, eyes wide as Soobin froze above her.
“Oh my god,”
Snapping into attention, Soobin launched his body over hers, trying his best to cover her disheveled state as he looked over at the door.
Yeonjun held the door open, his gaze confused and surprised as he stared at the two.
Behind him, Beomgyu’s mouth was wide open—arms slowly raising to cover Kai’s and Taehyun’s eyes.
“I-I think we’re interrupting,” Beomgyu chirped nervously as Hueningkai squeaked.
“Clearly, we are,” Yeonjun deadpanned, setting the take-out on the nearest table and pocketing his hands with a deep frown.
Taehyun sighed and crossed his arms—taking Beomgyu’s hands off of his eyes and shooting the two students an incredulous look.
Soobin blushed a bright red as he felt Y/N underneath his move to close the buttons on her blouse.
She coughed awkwardly, sitting up and shooting the boys a small smile.
“Hello,” She greeted, hands trying to fix her hair.
“Did you even practice for Drama?” Taehyun raised an eyebrow, signalling to his neck.
Y/N shot Soobin a frantic gaze as she tried to cover the marks with her hair.
“Hm, a little, yeah,” Soobin hummed, brushing her hair back to display the marks to his gaze. “Don’t hide it,”
Kai mimed gagging as Beomgyu entered the room with a roll of the eyes, setting up the take-out food.
“You’re both disgusting, and I’m hungry. Copulate later,”
Immediately, Taehyun and Kai helped set-up the food.
Yeonjun shot the two a small glance before sighing, going over to Beomgyu.
“My chicken, please,” Yeonjun said, turning his back on them.
Soobin smiled lightly, one hand slipping into his pocket and his other in hers.
“So,”
“So,” Y/N sighed, blushing as she still tried to tame her hair. “Seriously, how much did you pull on my hair?”
“Don’t hide the marks,” Soobin tutted, fixing her hair himself.
He smiled as his hands fell down to her face—one cupping her cheek and the other lamely tracing the newly-formed bruises on her neck.
“I like you,”
“I’ve gathered that,” Y/N smiled, shooting Beomgyu a thankful glance as she heard him distract the other boys for a few more minutes. “You were ready to slam me against the desk right then and there,”
“I would have,” Soobin laughed, shaking his head. “but I did this the wrong way. You deserve better. Let me do it right.”
“Hm?”
“Saturday, I can pick you up from your house at 8 AM,” Soobin asked, smiling as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind Y/N’s ear. “Do you want to go on a date?”
“With you?” Y/N smiled as Soobin leaned down, brushing his lips on hers as he did his usual bunny smile. “Always.”
Soobin chuckled, quickly pressing his lips on hers once more before pulling her over to their friends—hands tightly gripping each other.
Unbeknownst to them, Yeonjun watched silently—hearing his heart break all over again.
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“The prince is to be married to the princess of the Northern Isle,” a drunk patron said as he gulped another pint of ale. “A royal wedding means more tourists, more business for me!”
The girl standing by the counters dropped the rag she was holding, gasping as she turned to the man.
“What was that about the prince, sir?”
“The Prince is about to marry, have you not heard? They announced it in the plaza earlier,” Another customer replied, as the drunk patron nodded gruffly.
“Now, what are you gawking about at, girl? Not everyone can be princes and princesses, hurry up and get me some more ale!”
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” She sighed, taking the mug and moving towards the back room to refill it with more alcohol.
And that’s how it went for the rest of the day for Y/N, thinking about a wilting dream.
Yes. Not every girl can be a princess, but every girl can dream.
Especially when prince Soobin was up for the taking.
Prince Choi Soobin—the bachelor of the princes.
He was the second oldest in the family of three children—but he was the crown prince after the eldest, Yeonjun, declared that he would rather lead troops than become the king.
Choi Soobin was young, soulful and brave. He had rich brown eyes that seemed to sparkle whenever he smiles. The way he moved and acted is often compared to a bunny—innocent and naive.
Prince Soobin had jet black hair that fell over his eyes, and the softest voice that soothed whoever he talked to.
The country went wild for the prince—swearing that whichever princess he marries would be so lucky.
But a secret the world doesn’t know was that the boy was hard-headed, stubborn than most.
That was why one day, the crown prince left his castle and ventured into the world unknown, and ended up in a petite bakery just by the edge of the town—occupied by none but one.
Y/N worked in a bakery on the odd days—the pub on the evens.
It just so happened that a tall, dark figure entered the bakery on an off day to ask for bread.
“What kind?” Y/N hummed, furrowing her eyebrows at the figure.
The figure was silent, tilting his head to the side.
“We have croissants, loafs, baguettes,” The girl trailed off, blinking in confusion. “You can take your cloak off, you know,”
The figure only stayed on his spot, taking a shuddering breath.
“Um, what do you suggest?” The figure replied softly—it was a boy.
Y/N gave the figure a small grin.
“Croissants,” She gestured over. “If you have a sweet tooth, we have one with chocolate in them. If you want it more meaty or cheesy, we have ham and cheese. We also have plain.”
“Ah,” The boy nodded slowly. “Um, Chocolate, then?”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, causing the figure to cough awkwardly. “Yeah—Yes. Yep. Chocolate,”
“You sure?”
“Definitely.”
Y/N laughed, turning her back to the customer.
“Are you going to eat it here?”
“Can I?” The boy replied timidly.
“Have you never eaten inside a shop before?” Y/N laughed, silencing when the figure nodded his head yes.
“Oh, poor thing,” Y/N cooed, grabbing a plate and choosing the biggest chocolate croissant to serve. “Here, follow me. Best table in the house,”
The figure slowly followed her as she sauntered over to the table where the sun hits just right, a delicate smile on her lips as she set the plate of pastries down and plopped on the chair.
“Here you are,” She gestured.
The figure slowly took his seat and gingerly picked up the cutlery set on the table.
“You can take off your coat,” Y/N repeated, leaning her head on her hands as she watched the boy eat.
The figure froze, setting down his cutlery and giving out a small sigh.
“Please don’t scream,”
“Why would I?” Y/N snorted. “Is it because you look hideous—maybe like face half-burnt or like your face is green or—“
As she rambled, the figure slowly lowered his hood to reveal the face plastered all around the country.
“Oh,” Y/N said, eyes wide at the boy in front of her, who smiled sheepishly and continued his meal. “That makes sense, you’re the prince.”
“I’m not supposed to be here,” Soobin sighed, saddened at the fact that the first even genuine human interaction he’s had outside the castle had to end abruptly—just because he’s the prince.
Soobin expected the girl to scream, ask for a bribe for hiding him, demand for something—but he wasn’t ready for the girl to smile gently at him with crossed arms.
“So, tell me. What’s the crown prince doing out here when you’re supposed to be doing princely things at the giant castle uptown?”
Soobin blinked.
“You’re—“ Soobin gaped. “You’re not calling the knights on me? Or asking for money? or—“
Y/N didn’t find it in her heart to take offense, rather amused at the prince’s naivete.
“No,” Y/N chuckled. “No, I’m not like that,”
Soobin gulped down his food, nodding slowly.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Soobin admitted. “I feel like a prisoner in my own life sometimes. I have to stand, look pretty, smile and rule. I have to live the rest of my life as Prince Soobin, when I just want a chance to find out who Soobin really is. I just…”
The prince trailed off, looking up at the amused girl.
“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” the girl teased, making Soobin scoff.
“Yeah,” Soobin trailed off.
“Your majesty,” Y/N started, straightening. “Why did you come here?”
“I want to fall in love,” came Soobin’s bold declaration. “I want to have friends. I want to live before I get locked up there with a crown on my head and a woman I don’t even know sleeping in my bed,”
Y/N smiled.
“Can you help me?” Soobin asked.
“I’m a peasant girl, your majesty.” Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know what I can offer you,”
“I don’t want you to offer anything,” Soobin said. “I just want you to show me how to live,”
Y/N chuckled.
“Fine, then,” Y/N laughed, making Soobin grin in relief.
“What’s your name?” Soobin asked, as the girl stood up to take her apron off.
“Y/N.” The girl replied, turning to him. “What’s yours?”
“But you—“
“I said, what’s your name?” Y/N asked, eyes glinting in mischief as Soobin smiled.
“I’m Soobin. Nice to meet you.”
Y/N laughed out loud as Soobin coughed his lungs out in front of her.
“God, what is this shit?” Soobin hissed, slamming the cup down on the table.
“Alcohol,” Y/N cackled. “It’s what real men drink,”
Soobin scrunched up his nose, causing Y/N to land a small boop onto it.
It has been one year since Y/N and Soobin had met in the small bakery just by the edge of the town, and now here they were, a few hours past the pub’s closing time.
As Y/N wiped down the tables, Soobin sat by the counter watching—which made the girl give him the strongest alcohol in the house.
“We drink alcohol in the castle too, you know,” Soobin coughed, gagging at the burn.
“That’s for sad posh people who can’t handle their alcohol, this is for real men,” Y/N teased, hand slowly inching to take the glass away. “But, I mean, if you can’t take it—“
Soobin’s eyes narrowed, the atmosphere suddenly turning tense and competitive.
“Fuck you, Y/N,” He hissed, downing the whole cup in one go.
Again, he was thrown into a fit of coughs as Y/N laughed.
“You didn’t have to down it!” Y/N giggled, stifling her laughter as she took the cup away from the grumbling prince.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck you,”
Y/N clicked her tongue, a grin on her face.
“What—that’s not what a gentleman should say to a lady,” Y/N pouted teasingly. “Definitely not what a prince should say to his subjects.”
“You are not my subject,”
“Yeah?” Y/N laughed, leaning in closer to the frowning boy. “I am a citizen in your country, where you’re royalty. So, technically—“
“You’re not my subject,” Soobin repeated, voice deeper as he leaned in as well—face so close to Y/N that one small move would attach their lips to one another.
Y/N’s breath hitched as Soobin’s eyes fell to her lips, his face inching closer and closer.
“Soobin?” Y/N asked, making the boy breathe as he close his eyes.
“Just,” Soobin sighed. “shut up for a second.”
Just as his lips brushed hers, Y/N made a move to press her lips deeper onto his when the door to the pub slammed wide open—a shrill voice screaming.
“Noona, not in my pub!”
Soobin yelped, falling back on the chair and onto the floor as Y/N flinched, her body falling forward and face smacking on the counter.
By the door, a boy as tall as Soobin gaped at the figures on the floor as a smaller boy swiftly locked the doors and closed the windows.
Y/N straightened up, wincing as she saw Soobin lying flat on his back on the floor, his eyes connected to the startled boys at the door.
“Soobin, get up,” Y/N sighed, walking forward to help the boy sit up.
“I’m up, I’m up,” the prince muttered, standing and shifting on his feet sheepishly.
Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose as the boys stayed silent.
“Y/N, who are they?” he whispered, hand grasping on her arm as he stood protectively behind her.
“Stand down,” Y/N sighed, glaring at the two boys. “That’s Kai and Taehyun—remember when I told you about them? The, uh, orphans that got adopted? Yeah, um, their parents own the pub,”
Kai squeaked in his place as Taehyun’s eyes shifted between the prince and Y/N, blinking in confusion.
“Oh,” Soobin relaxed, stepping out to stand beside Y/N. “Nice to finally meet you, Kai, Taehyun!”
“Thanks for screaming, by the way,” Y/N snorted, her hand shooting two thumbs-ups to Kai.
“So,” Soobin awkwardly started as the two boys made their way to behind the counter, sticking close to Y/N. “You two are brothers?”
“Yes.” “Adopted.”
Kai and Taehyun exchange nervous looks as Soobin took a seat on the counter.
“Guys, calm down,” Y/N sighed, placing cups in front of the boys and Soobin—saving one for herself.
“Does this have alcohol?” Taehyun asked.
“Nice try,” Y/N smirked. “No, not until you’re both of age,”
Soobin cracked a small smile as Y/N took a seat next to him, watching the two boys whine.
“Come on, Y/N!” Kai protested. “Just one little sip!”
“No,” Y/N snorted, taking a sip of her own drink.
Soobin followed suit, coughing again as he sputtered.
“Y/N, what the hell is this?”
“I don’t know I mixed our strongest alcohol,” Y/N wiggled her eyebrows. “Taste nice?”
“Fuck you, Y/N,”
“Hey, Y/N, if the prince can say fuck you then why can’t I?”
“Kai!”
Y/N sighed, closing the door to the bakery behind her.
It was three months after the whole incident in the pub with Taehyun and Kai—who now feels comfortable enough with the prince to be calling him “hyungie” instead of “Your Majesty” and to be concoting millions of pranks against her with the crown prince himself.
It was a tough three months, and Y/N thought it was about to get even tougher as she glanced back at her company.
It was a great surprise to Y/N, when the final customer left and she started cleaning, a familiar tall figure in a jet black coat was racing towards her shop.
The figure slammed the door shut, leaning on it as he breathed heavily—his hood completely covering her face.
“If I didn’t know any better, Bin, I’d say you’re being chased,” Y/N teased making the boy lower his hood and glare at the girl.
“I am, Y/N,”
Before Y/N could ask what he meant, a strong force banged on the door.
Soobin’s body lurched as he pressed himself to it.
“Open the door, or I won’t hesitate to break it down!” came a voice.
Soobin bit his lip as he sighed, Y/N growing concerned.
“Who is that?”
Soobin only shook his head.
“We shouldn’t let them—“
He screeched as the door flew open, his body landing on the floor.
Y/N shot over to help the whining prince, helping him sit up before looking back at the doorway to find the intruders.
Instead of ruffians, assassins, or whatever she thought she should have expected, she certainly didn’t expect the eldest and youngest prince smiling down on her and their brother.
Yeonjun, the eldest prince, had his shoulder on the fore-front—perhaps having used it to shove the door open.
He shot a gigantic smile, his eyes practically disappearing as he giggled.
“Hi,” he greeted.
Behind him was the youngest prince, Beomgyu, who seemed to be rocking back and forth on his heels happily.
He laughed, pointing over at Soobin on the floor.
“Ha, stupid!” He teased.
“Fuck off,” Soobin groaned, standing back up.
Yeonjun gasped dramatically, his hand on his heart as he pouted.
“You wound me. Is that anything to say to your dearest older brother?” Yeonjun fake-sobbed on Beomgyu’s shoulder, who only laughed.
Yeonjun turned back to Y/N with a wide smile.
“So, you’re Y/N,”
Y/N only replied with a nervous smile as Soobin glowered at his brothers.
“Why won’t you both come in for some coffee?”
So, now, here they are.
Standing blankly in the middle of the bakery were the two princes of the country—Yeonjun and Beomgyu—as they gazed around the small shop.
Soobin, on the other hand, sulked in his usual table as Y/N stood, leaning on his chair with a hand on his shoulder.
“So, um, what is happening?” Y/N laughed nervously. “Why are there three princes on my shop?”
Yeonjun smiled at her again.
Y/N gulped nervously, making Soobin glare at his brother.
“We, uh, usually just accommodate, um,” Y/N blinked, perturbed at Yeonjun’s smile. “Uh, just… uh, one prince at a time,”
Beomgyu smiled at her too, making the girl agitated.
“Are we, uh, just going to smile at each other?” Y/N scratched the back on her neck, sighing as she shot Soobin a pointed look. “Soobin, talk.”
Soobin groaned, throwing his head back.
“It’s not my fault! They said they were going to tell dad that I sneak out if I don’t introduce you!” Soobin whined.
“Bin, a simple heads-up would have sufficed.”
“Yeah?” Soobin snorted, pointing over at his brothers. “Tell it to them. They insisted today!”
“Hyung, you told us you were going to introduce her weeks ago.” Beomgyu pointed out, making Yeonjun nod.
Y/N raised her eyebrow, looking back at Soobin.
“What, are you ashamed that I’m a peasant?” Y/N snorted, making Soobin gasp in offense.
“No, I’m not ashamed of you!” Soobin sputtered, pointing again at his brothers. “I’m ashamed of them!”
“Why exactly?”
“Look at them, Y/N-ie,” Soobin complained. “They’re bullying me!”
Y/N sighed in exasperation as Soobin continued to whine, hand tugging on hers.
She gave the two princes a nod of acknowledgement.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, your majesties.”
“Y/N, pay attention to me!” Soobin whined, still tugging on Y/N’s hand.
“It’s nice to finally meet the girl my baby brother’s in love with!” Yeonjun cheered.
“No, I’m not!” Soobin protested, tugging on Y/N’s hand. “Y/N, don’t listen to them!”
“Tell me,” Beomgyu said, his eyes sparkling. “What’s it like to be dating my brother?”
“Dating?” Y/N asked, turning to Soobin with raised eyes.
“Why won’t you introduce me to your girlfriend?” Yeonjun whined loudly.
“Because you’re scaring her!” Soobin replied, making Y/N shake her head.
“Not really,” she muttered as Soobin interlaced their hands.
“Seriously, you guys are being creepy!” Soobin groaned.
“We’re going to meet her one way or another—you can’t stop us!” Beomgyu declared.
“We’ve already met,” Y/N sighed, smiling as the three brothers fought in front of her like regular siblings do.
It’s been a year since then.
Yeonjun and Beomgyu occasionally tag along with Soobin on his visits, having even met Kai and Taehyun on some occasions.
Beomgyu, when left alone with Kai and Taehyun, is a living nightmare as the two enabled the prince to do all the pranks he wished.
Y/N and Soobin often being the unfortunate targets.
It’s been three hours now since Y/N found out about Soobin’s engagement—sighing as she closed the pub door.
Not every girl can be a princess, but every girl can dream.
As Y/N turned to walk back home, she was shocked to see a gigantic figure in a black cloak stalk towards her.
Any girl would feel fear and anxiety when they see a six-foot tall hooded figure stalking towards them in full speed—but not Y/N. Not when she knew that it was him.
Y/N huffed in surprise as the figure collided towards her, hands encircling her waist tightly and head burying on her shoulder.
“Y/N,” Soobin whispered on her neck.
“I’ve heard,” Y/N smiled weakly, pushing the boy away. “congratulations on your engagement, by the way.”
“I don’t want the engagement!” Soobin said, huffing in irritation. “People keep congratulating me—I don’t want it!”
“Soobin, this is the first step to ascending to the throne!” Y/N explained calmly as Soobin took heavy breaths angrily. “And you’re marrying—“
“I don’t want to get married.”
“—the princess of the Northern Isle—“
“I don’t want her.”
“and she’s going to be your queen!”
“I don’t want her to be my queen!” Soobin raged.
“Soobin, you actually lucked out, she’s a beautiful princess—“
“I don’t want a beautiful princess!” Soobin replied.
“It’s the law, Soobin. You’re a prince, you’re marrying to be a king. Princes marry princesses.”
“I don’t want to marry a princess!” Soobin exclaimed angrily, waving his hands. “You don’t understand—I don’t want a princess, I don’t want her!”
“Then, what the hell do you want, Soobin?” Y/N angrily replied, glaring over at the boy. “And while we’re on the topic—why are you even here?”
Soobin glared angrily, taking heavy breaths as he stood.
“Look at your fancy clothes—you should be in your engagement ball, right?” Y/N spat. “You’re not supposed to be here. You’re not even supposed to talk to me—“
“Shut up.”
“You’re not even supposed to know me!” Y/N exclaimed. “Think about it—I’m nobody! I’m not smart, I’m not beautiful. I’m not the daughter of some lord or a princess from some far away country—I’m a peasant slaving away at a pub and a bakery everyday trying to survive. You—“
Soobin surged forward, hand grasping her jaw roughly as he crashed his lips on hers.
He pulled away, scoffing.
“Got something else to say?”
“Soobin—“
His hands shifted to her waist, roughly pulling her closer and kissing her once more.
This time, Y/N melted to the kiss as her arms reached up to encircle his neck—toying with the hair behind his head.
Y/N tilted her head as Soobin deepened the kiss, kissing her harder, faster, more passionately.
He pulled away, leaning his forehead on hers as he sighed.
“Soobin,” Y/N started. “You’re making a big mistake,”
“No,” Soobin shook his head. “You will never be a mistake.”
Y/N’s eyes softened, hands running through his hair.
“You can’t run from your future,”
“Of course not,” Soobin shook his head. “My future is you,”
“Soobin, I’m not your future.” Y/N said sadly, cupping his face in her palms. “Please.”
“Y/N, look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel anything between you and me,” Soobin pleaded, his hands above hers.
Y/N shook her head.
“I can’t because I do,” Y/N whimpered, closing her eyes. “but you’re going to be a king,”
“And you’re going to be my queen,”
“I’m not a princess, Soobin,” Y/N whispered.
Soobin shook his head and leaned back down, connecting his lips to hers again.
With tears leaking out of her eyes, she kissed back.
“I’m going to marry you,”
“Soobin, they won’t let you,” Y/N explained, her hands grasping his head to gently lead his gaze back on hers. “If you try, they’ll stop you—“
“Try and stop me then.”
It’s been three months since his engagement was announced, and nullified the next day.
Y/N could still remember the gossip when the prince released a statement himself, instead of the usual written memorandums and announcements by the royal court.
“I, Prince Soobin, wish not to marry the princess of the Northern Isle. I have promised my own betrothal to a woman of my own choosing, not the country’s—not my father’s.”
A morning three months later Y/N experienced what was, honestly, the most impulsive day she’s ever had—and she had no regrets.
The day started like any ordinary day, until Soobin bursted into the pub with the giddiest smile on his face.
“Let’s get married.”
Y/N raised her eyebrows as Kai almost fell off his chair.
Used to the commotion, Taehyun continued to read his book at a stool by the bar.
Yeonjun rushed past the crown prince, shaking the girl by her shoulders.
“No, I’m not,” Soobin said, looking at the girl with a lovestruck look. “I just love her,”
“Okay, okay,” Y/N released her rag, walking over to the prince and running her hand through his hair as Yeonjun proceeded to whine to a startled Hueningkai. “What’s wrong, love?”
Beomgyu arrived, immediately skipping over to bother Taehyun and Hueningkai with his brother—paying the young couple by the doorway no mind.
“I want to marry you,”
“I know,” Y/N said, nodding. “now?”
“Yes,”
“Why?”
“Honestly, other than I want you all to myself as soon as possible,” Soobin squeezed her hand, making Y/N smile. “The North Isle has been increasing pressure on me to marry the princess soon, something about dad close to dying and me being a weak king if I don’t have a queen with strong ties—“
“Do you believe them?”
“Of course not,” Soobin rolled his eyes. “but I just thought this is the perfect time—the perfect reason to get married, you know?”
Y/N smiled. “Are you sure?”
“Never been surer of anything in my life.”
“Okay,”
And so they did.
They found a decrepit church—marrying with only Taehyun, Kai, Yeonjun and Beomgyu as their witnesses.
“We’ll figure out how to break it to the country later,” Soobin said, laying a swift kiss on his new wife’s lips. “For now, let’s go home,”
And now here she was—spread bare on the crown prince’s bed, whining.
She threw her head back as Soobin tightened his grip on her leg.
“Soobin,” she whimpered, her hand reaching down to grasp on his hair as he pounded his fingers harder and harder into her. “Please, please, please, please,”
“Hm?” He asked nonchalantly as he stopped his minstrations, “What was that?”
“Please, Soobin,” Y/N practically sobbed. “Let me come, please,”
Soobin snickered, head swooping down to plant a kiss on her lips.
“Bin,” she gasped, sobbing as the boy pulled his fingers out of her heat.
“I’m going to fuck you today,” Soobin whispered. “I’m going to fuck a prince my wife’s belly, how amazing,”
Y/N smiled as Soobin rushed to remove his trousers as fast as he can, inching back up to level himself with her face.
“Hi,”
“Hi,” Y/N smiled, giggling as Soobin buried his head on her neck to press quick butterfly kisses.
“Are you ready?”
“As long as it’s with you,”
Soobin smiled against her neck, looking down briefly to line himself up with her entrance.
“Just,” Y/N sighed. “Be gentle.”
Soobin laid a quick kiss on her lips, easing himself in slowly.
Y/N winced, squeezing Soobin’s hands as he muttered quick apologies.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he bottomed out.
“It’s okay, just,” Y/N sighed, breathing in sharply. “give me a minute.”
Soobin nodded understandably, laying small fleeting kisses on her face, neck and jaw while she laid down.
After a few seconds, Y/N shifted her hips—making the prince above her groan.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” Soobin whimpered. “It feels really good, you’re so tight,”
Y/N cracked a smile.
“You can move now,”
Soobin let out a sigh of relief, laying a gentle kiss on her lips as he gave an experimental thrust.
Y/N took a sharp breath.
“Does it still hurt?” Soobin asked worriedly.
“No,” Y/N bit her lip. “Do it again.”
Soobin grinned, beginning a slow pace of thrusts.
Y/N bit her lip, suppressing her moans.
“Louder,” Soobin begged. “Let me hear you,”
“Soobin,” Y/N whimpered. “Faster.”
Soobin let out a husky laugh as he picked up her leg, adjusting his pace.
“Oh god,” Y/N breathed, laying her head back and the prince started a relentless pace. “Please, please,”
“Please?”
“Please, don’t stop,” Y/N moaned as she reached up to claw on his back. “Shit. Please keep going,”
Soobin didn’t reply, continuing his fast pace.
His hand slowly inched over to her clit, pressing down and making slow figure eights with his thumbs.
“Say my name,”
Y/n didn’t reply, only responding with a loud moan.
Soobin cursed, hand reaching down to pull on her hair.
“Fuck, say my name, baby,” Soobin whined. “God, who gets to touch you and see you like this? Only me, right?”
“Yes,” She replied, whimpering. “Only you. Please, please.”
“Say my name, baby.”
“Soobin,” Y/N thrashed, groans and moans of his name spilling out of her lips. “God, you feel so good, please Soobin. Don’t stop.”
“Mine,” Soobin huffed roughly, his hands creating marks on her hips as he drove in and out of her as fast and as hard as he could. “Only mine to spoil, only mine to fuck. My wife. Mine.”
Y/N bit her lip, throwing her head back as she felt a powerful force pulling on her abdomen.
“Soobin, I’m-I’m—“
Soobin panted, his thrusts losing rhythm and getting sloppier by the minute as he muttered over at his wife.
“I love you, I love you,” Soobin muttered kissing her lips through her whines. “Come with me,”
At his cue, Y/N threw her head back, vision flashing a bright white as she came.
Soobin groaned as he gave his last thrusts, head falling down to take a huge bite at Y/N’s neck before he released, painting her walls white.
Soobin fucked them both through their highs, his fingers dancing over the bite mark on her neck.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” Y/N smiled. “Nothing hurts when you’re with me.”
Soobin smiled, hands intertwining with his wife’s as he stopped his thrusting—laying a quick kiss on her lips.
“I love you, Soobin.”
She laid a delicate kiss on his lips, sighing fondly as she wiped the sweat off of his brow.
“I love you, too.” Soobin smiled, fingers toying with the golden band on her ring finger.
The next day, Soobin took his new wife to present to his father—delighted at the positive response.
“This is what a queen should be—not only a queen of the palace, but a queen of the people,” his father declared.
Two days later, the royal couple started arranging a royal wedding.
Two weeks later, they’ve announced their marriage to the public, marrying in the public eye fast-forward another week—along with the king passing his throne over to the new king and queen.
The nation was joyed—the golden prince married a queen of common-folk—all was well.
Until four months later, when the Northern Isle sent a letter of grief.
“The princess is saddened to hear about the news of Prince Soobin’s marriage—we find this a personal offense to our country. Our princess is to not be seen as lower than a barmaid at a pub and a saleswoman in a bakery shoppe.”
Soobin sent back an apology.
One week later, they gave back a declaration of war.
“We accuse the King, Soobin, of treason for breaking negotiations and our princess’ heart. We are in grief.”
“I, Soobin, have never given my consent to the engagement—rather, it was decided by the court and your princess. This was not my intention.”
“The war starts today.”
One year later and Soobin never thought he’d see the day when he’s too late—running into the throne room and staring at his queen taking heaving breaths as she clutched the arrow protruding from her stomach.
“Y/N, Y/N, no!” He screamed, dropping his sword with a loud clatter as he ran over to the queen.
As he ran, another arrow shot forward, hitting the junction between her chest.
“No,” Soobin whimpered as he reached the girl, who lay crumpled on a heap on the floor.
“My—“
“Shh, it’s okay,” Soobin muttered, encasing the girl in his arms as he rocked them back and forth, not even bothering to acknowledge the assassin taking aim at him.
A loud thud was heard as Yeonjun ran in, picking up a fallen crossbow from the floor and shooting the assassin point blank.
“Soobin!” Yeonjun cursed, stumbling towards the two. “Y/N, oh god—“
Yeonjun cursed as he nodded, laying a quick kiss on the girl’s forehead and stumbling out of the throne room frantically to look for a doctor.
“Y/N, stay with me,” Soobin sobbed, his forehead leaning on hers. “please,”
“I’m sorry, Bin,” Y/N panted, coughing out blood.
Despite this, she mustered up the strength to give him a small smile.
“Hey, don’t cry, you big baby.”
“Shut up,” Soobin sobbed, cradling her face. “Now is not the time,”
“Ah, I’m sorry, love,” Y/N winced. “I told you I wasn’t your future,”
“No, no,” Soobin shook his head frantically. “Stop talking like you’re dying today. You’re not dying today.”
“Soobin—“
“Yeonjun! Beomgyu!” Soobin screamed. “Somebody!”
Y/N coughed again, wincing as she mustered up her energy to lift her arms and pull his head down.
Soobin sobbed harder as his mouth connected to hers.
Y/N pulled away, smiling.
“Soobin, I’d take these few short years with you over one whole lifetime,” Y/N laughed, tears flowing out of her eyes.
Soobin closed his eyes, laying a kiss on her forehead.
“Does it hurt?” He muttered to her forehead.
“No,”
“Why?”
“Because you’re here,” Y/N said. “Nothing hurts when you’re here,”
Soobin’s body shook as tears continuously poured out of his eyes.
He can hear the shouting, the screaming from outside—but none of it matters anymore.
Not when his reason for fighting is dying in his arms.
Sensing his thoughts, Y/N looked back up at him.
“Soobin, you are the best king this country has ever had,” Y/N whispered. “Keep being that king. Okay?”
Soobin sniffled, silent as he gazed at her eyes for as long as he can—even just for one last time.
Y/N took his hand gripping it tightly as she sighed.
“Soobin, I need you to promise me you’ll move on and continue—marry, have kids. Be the king the land deserves.”
“I’ll try,”
“Good,” Y/N closed her eyes, chuckling. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you the family you wanted.”
Soobin’s smiled gently, shaking his head.
“It doesn’t matter, you’re all I ever wanted.” Soobin said, laying another kiss on her forehead. “Y/N, I love you.”
There was no response—the tight grip on his hand loosening.
He heard Y/N’s crown falling off of her head.
Heavy was the head that wears the crown. Soobin often thought, eyes locking onto the crown. He has to watch the people he loves one-by-one.
Soobin clutched the dead queen in his arms, not making any sound as he let the tears flow down on his face.
Yeonjun burst into the throne room, an infirmary doctor behind him.
“Soobin, here’s—“
Yeonjun stopped, glancing down at his crying brother holding the girl in his arms.
Beomgyu appeared next to his brother, gasping at the sight on the floor.
“Is she—“
“Yeah, Gyu.”
The young prince only stayed silent, as he watched Soobin mourn on the floor next to his lost love.
Yeonjun only stared at the queen’s corpse on the floor—frozen and unsure.
Taking charge, Beomgyu gulped down his tears and cleared his throat.
“Clear out the fields, prepare a pyre and prepare two royal funeral shrouds,” Beomgyu declared to a nearby soldier, who nodded and left.
“Two?” Yeonjun asked, turning over to Beomgyu.
Beomgyu gave his brother a look of sadness as Soobin looked up at him, clutching onto his dead wife.
“Yes. One for the queen, and one for her unborn child.”
At this, the king released his first pained scream.
Soobin didn’t feel any pain, really.
He remembered he lied on his bed, in the bedroom.
His wedding portrait with Y/N directly placed on the mantle in front of the fireplace, as the loud crackle of the burning embers almost comforted him.
He remembered his first great-grand daughter, and third great-grandchild, being presented to him by the king—Beomgyu’s son, and the new queen—Taehyun’s daughter.
Princess Y/N, Second of her Name—it was the official title of the new princess, who will get to live the nice and happy life the first Y/N never got to live.
His fingers fiddled with the two wedding rings, his and Y/N’s, on his frail fingers as he fell asleep.
And then he woke up.
It was a field under the stars.
Soobin was appalled—how did he get from falling asleep in his bed to the middle of a flower field?
He reached up to fiddle with the wedding rings on his fingers before realizing there was only one.
Y/N’s was missing.
“No, no, no, no,” He muttered to himself, eyes brimming with tears as he turned in circles and swept the flowers to the side—looking for the ring. “Where—“
It was only then that Soobin realized that he was wearing white shoes and white pants.
He realized he was wearing a bright red coat with a golden sash—the crown of the king heavy on his head once again for the first time since he gave it off to Beomgyu’s son during the coronation.
His hands weren’t pale and wrinkly, only smooth and strong. Nothing hurt anymore.
He even saw strands of black hair falling over his eyes like it used to before, when he was young.
“How—“ he muttered, walking over to a nearby pond to gaze at his reflection.
It was him—well, the young him. Looking exactly the same as he did on the day he was crowned king and the day he got married to—
“Don’t you look dashing?”
He turned around, gasping as he saw her for the first time in more than five decades.
She sat on the flower bed, at the edge of the pond with her diamond-encrusted shoes thrown haphazardly next to her.
Her hair cascaded down her back as she sent him a small smile, legs tucked in as she let her wedding gown flow around her.
“Y/N,” he stumbled over to the girl, making her giggle.
“Hi,” she smiled up at him, reaching up to cup his face as tears slowly started to roll down.
“Don’t cry,”
“Is this a dream?” He asked, voice shaking. “I don’t want to wake up,”
“It’s not, it’s not,” Y/N reassured, leaning her forehead on his. “I promise.”
Soobin leaned forward to plant a delicate kiss on her lips, holding on in fear of her disappearing on him again.
“Don’t leave me,”
“Not anymore, Bin. I promise.” Y/N reassured, running her hands through his hair like she always used to. “We’ve been waiting,”
“We?” Soobin asked, his eyes still closed.
“Yes, we,” Y/N snorted. “Beomgyu would like you to know that you took an awfully long time dying. I think he missed you,”
“Beomgyu?”
“And Yeonjun,” Y/N smiled. “said something about how he never expected you’d outlive Beomgyu. Something about bad weeds should have died last. There was a big argument.”
Yeonjun and Beomgyu—the two princes.
Yeonjun died not long after Y/N, much to the grief of the people.
In the war to stop the attack of the Northern Isles, the prince led the fray and gave his life to ensure all troops returned home—letting himself blow in a ship of explosives to cause a distraction.
Years later, Beomgyu married and had a son.
It wasn’t long until he followed his brother to the grave, dying of sickness at an early age.
“Speaking of Beomgyu,” Y/N hummed leaning her head on Soobin’s chest. “Why did you give the crown to his son?”
“Because I didn’t have an heir,” Soobin chuckled.
“Why didn’t you get a wife, have a son?”
Soobin only smiled, raising up her hand and marvelling at the way the golden band rested comfortably on her finger—shining as it always did.
Y/N smiled.
“Taehyun and Kai misses you too, by the way. Kai said he missed his sparring buddy, Taehyun and Yeonjun go too hard sometimes,” Y/N explained.
Like typical best-friends-turned-brothers, Taehyun and Kai grew up together—mourned the queen, their best friend, together—and died together.
It was so fitting, how Taehyun died a few days after his daughter was crowned queen due to the plague—and Kai following him a few days later with the same reason.
The brothers who did everything together, leaving together.
“It must have been hard,” Y/N said, sighing as she ran a hand through his hair.
Soobin nodded, taking a deep breath as he placed another kiss on her lips.
Y/N tilted her head, her gaze soft and affectionate.
“You were a good king—the best king,” Y/N smiled, causing Soobin to shake his head.
“I did it all for you,” Soobin replied. “you told me to.”
“I knew you could do it,” Y/N sighed, standing up and dusting her gown. “Soobin, you didn’t answer me. Why didn’t you marry?”
Soobin breathed, his hand grabbing hers to place a delicate kiss over her knuckles.
“I can’t see myself next to anyone but you,” Soobin said, hands falling to her waist as he leaned in. “The only one I want to marry, the only one I want to have kids with—you are my future.”
Y/N closed her eyes, tears falling from her face as she chuckled.
“Soobin, I didn’t say it back.” Y/N said.
“Hm?”
“When I died,” Y/N said. “I didn’t get to say it back,”
Soobin smiled, pressing his lips onto hers.
Y/N gasped, tears falling down as she melted into the kiss—her hands wrapping around his neck just like the first time they kissed.
“I love you, Soobin.”
“I love you, too,” Soobin smiled, kissing her once more. “Now, come on. Show me where Beomgyu is—Life after death and he’s still talking smack,”
Y/N smiled as she pulled him along to the castle behind the light, to the place of kings, to the city of stars.
