Nadii

When he had tried to flatten it out with meditation, it led to that one conversation where Sunghoon’s icy stare stabbed the memory.

“… focus on the relationship you do have…”

The more he thought of it, the more he felt offended at Sunghoon’s audacity and his own cowardice. He was focusing on his relationship with Leerae. Why did Sunghoon say that? Why couldn’t Jungwon forget it?

He was trying, so he didn’t need to let Sunghoon feed the doubt. But, he did anyway. Sunghoon, for some reason, saw right through him.

Jungwon snapped back to reality when Sunoo joined his side against the railing. Sunoo was in all black. From the pants to the blazers, and on the lapel of said blazer, a snowflake brooch pinched into the shiny fabric. Jungwon, on the other hand, had a white shirt and black tie tucked beneath a charcoal blazer that fitted perfectly across his broad shoulders.

“Did you try to do your hair, or were you confused?” Sunoo raised a brow at Jungwon.

Absentmindedly, Jungwon flicked a loose strand away, sulking. “I did. Who gave you that dumbass brooch thing?” He remarked pettily.

“Sunghoon hyung,” Sunoo said incredulously, eyes narrowed.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, now staring at the lanterns mirroring the planets and stars of the night sky. “Of course he did.”

Sunoo internally snapped and faced Jungwon directly. “Okay, what the hell happened? You still haven’t told me what you and Sunghoon Hyung talked about. And now, you’re being a pissy child about it.”

Jungwon acknowledged that a fracture of it was true. A huge portion of it, actually. However, the humiliation of that moment and his inability to sort his emotions out like a near-adult made it hard to confess what gears were turning in his head. It was stupid to even ask for advice on his own relationship. Or to ask whether he looked like he was as dismissive as Sunghoon said.

So, instead of being a mature teen, he scoffed, eyes avoidant, and said, “he was being an asshole.”

Sunoo blinked like he couldn’t believe it before sighing. “That’s vague, but okay.” Sunoo scanned his friend, lips frowning with doubts he wanted answers to, but then, Jay and Riki arrived in their own respective suits.

Jay wore a cream shirt, two buttons scandalously undone over white trousers. Riki wore a matching set to Jungwon: a white shirt and a black, unbuttoned blazer.

“Guess what?” Riki asked Jungwon and Sunoo, unable to catch the hint of tension. Jay rolled his eyes. “Hyung lost his blazer.”

Sunoo remained silent, and that was when Riki felt the strain pulling taut over them. He stopped and glanced at Jungwon, who was beginning to frown with defensively crossed arms.

“So, about you and Sunghoon Hyung the other day…” Riki began conversationally.

Jungwon grimaced in one big, offended gesture to the three, eyes wildly impatient. “It was nothing! Why do you guys want to know so bad?”

Riki and Jay flinched back a little, but Sunoo was over it as he checked his cuticles. Jungwon, to the boys, looked crazy. Clearing his throat, Riki thinned his lips. “Because Hyung won’t tell us either.”

“Good.” Jungwon nodded.

Jay spared a questioning glance at the younger ones, who both made a gesture of their hands, slicing the air by their neck. Cut it out.

Jungwon obviously felt bad for snapping at his friends, but even he couldn’t contain the storm of his own conflict into digestible words. That he wanted a break from Leerae? That deep inside, he knew exactly where the discourse was rotting from. It wasn’t enough. The guilt brusquely stopped him from exploring.

Jungwon sighed, scanning the Palace where several men and women sauntered across the upper floors. Leerae would be here soon. He crossed his arms tighter, forcing his eyes from the railings to the glass doors when he stopped dead in his tracks.

You were there.

You were wearing a sweet, pink dress where embellishments glittered at the cloudy ruffles, and reflected off the lanterns. Your hair fell in a way that complemented your face, gliding over skin like honey. Diamonds dangled off your ears, and your bare collarbone shimmered with one dainty gem.

Jungwon’s heart stopped, feeling the urge to explore the hills of said collarbones and the smooth sea of skin. Heck, he held his breath so he could commit all his energy into imprinting your figure into memory. His breath hitched before he forced himself to blink, holding his arms tighter. He couldn’t go there.

You were standing, looking around for something. Your hands were fiddling with another chain on your wrist. Jungwon squinted and smiled ever so slightly when he saw it was the sun bracelet he had gifted you.

Flutters swallowed his stomach. It was incredibly unnerving.

Before Jungwon could decide whether or not to greet you, Sunghoon, in his royal navy suit, approached from behind with a glittering crown that demanded respect.

Sunghoon tapped your shoulder, startling you to turn around, but Jungwon could tell you were smiling. His heart sank as Sunghoon’s hand slithered to your mid back, walking you into the Palace where chandeliers marked the ceilings like stars, and where more royals were gathered.

He almost followed, magnetised, but then, a voice called out.

“Won!” said the voice behind him. The figure strolled into his side with a hug. From the height and giggle, it was Leerae. The other three boys awkwardly floated away, giving them space.

Jungwon buried the discourse before it could sting. He needed a whole business day to map his feelings.

“Hey,” he said quietly, a hesitant hand landing on her upper back. She stiffened, retracting a little while clinging to his arm.

“You okay?” She asked curiously. He nodded; the flutters from before went dormant.

“You look good,” he said after a while. And at least that was true. She wore a white and emerald gown that cascaded to her ankles.

Nudging a proud elbow into him, she grinned, fully linking arms. “It’s custom. Sent by my mother in Tir Na Nog!”

He nodded without an ounce of intrigue, eyes wandering dangerously to the garden doors. She furrowed her brows, a hand on his other arm as she came before him. That got his attention.

“You seem distracted. Did something happen?” She asked, cautious.

“I’m fine,” he affirmed. At that, she melted and leaned in for a routine kiss, but Jungwon’s adrenaline broke through, and he dodged it gracefully.

Leerae pulled back with brittle bewilderment.

“I’m thirsty. Do you want anything to drink? I’ll go get it.” Jungwon stepped back.

She blinked, taken aback. “Sure. Some water would help.”

Jungwon flew up those steps.

—

YOU FELT OUT OF PLACE.

Not because of your attire, but because when you stood beside Sunghoon and his outrageously sparkly crown, it was bound to attract other eyes. But these people probably had no clue who you were. Maybe they did from the raging tabloids, but it didn’t matter. It was going to be negative either way.

An unknown girl smothered by the Prince Park Sunghoon while ladies lined up for him. Your mother, actually, had given such a delighted smile from across the room that you felt obligated to stay in place beside him as if you were his trophy.

That discomfort bubbled down below as you fiddled with the Sun bracelet. Honestly, you didn’t know why you wore it. It had peeked out from your jewellery stand, and without thinking, you had marked your wrist with it.

It seemed silly now. But it provided a soothing balm when you fiddled with it.

The girls weren’t here yet, so as you stood with him, you sought out your friends.

Sunghoon straightened, sparing a sneaky glance over your shiny eyes and cheeks before spotting your fingers and the new, pink set. “The nails look really good, by the way.” He subtly smirked.

You smiled a little. “Only because you chose this set,” you mumbled back quietly. “Thank you, by the way.”

“No problem.” He replied softly, meeting your gaze with duty. When you returned it, his admiration flashed brighter than the chandeliers. It was too much.

He didn’t hide it. And you didn’t know what to do with that information, and glanced away. Very quickly, you became distracted as Jungwon came into sight and strummed your heartstrings.

He was looking for something, lips pursed as he scoured the table of glass drinks with utmost concentration. A glass was already in his hands, so it meant that Leerae was here. Right.

She was a Princess. Someone well respected and well-versed in everything that came to magic. Leerae was a decisive force while your own thoughts argued over one decision.

For example, how she ditched you so easily over the potion project, and didn’t hesitate to leave you in loneliness.

You blinked at Jungwon, not knowing what you wanted. But then, he froze like he felt something brush over him, and gazed up, locking eyes. That alone was enough to suck you into the stars that made his mind. If you could explore just a little bit of that galaxy, maybe you wouldn’t be so disorganised in life.

His eyes twinkled just a little brighter when you held the gaze, heart thrumming louder in your chest, as if urging you to talk to him. But you couldn’t. So, you settled for staying there, magnetised without closing the distance.

Sunghoon glanced at your distracted gaze, following the steady path to see Jungwon standing with equal stability. Quiet fury flickered in chest. Sunghoon wasn’t stupid enough to be blind to Jungwon’s own actions, but he was going to stop it.

Swiftly hooking a hand around your arm, he tugged you back towards the garden door. Your fiddling abruptly stopped, and you snapped out of it.

“I want to show you our maze. Different flowers grow there,” Sunghoon said, ushering you forward.

“A maze?” you echoed, voice still struggling to keep up as you spared one last glance at Jungwon. He didn’t take his eyes off, however. His gaze treaded pleasantly at your back, but you ignored it.

“Yeah. My sister and I always got lost in there. We always played hide-and-seek,” he explained. Through the various colours of ballgowns and suits, you were outside again in the darker night, descending the steps to Sunghoon’s request.

On your left was the infamous maze, but on your right, your friends were already in a small circle and instantly spotted you. Hanni gawked while Minji waved exaggeratedly with a grin. You didn’t get to wave because Sunghoon’s hand slithered down your bare arm to engulf your hand with guidance.

He swallowed your fingers with his, leaving no room for movement. After passing through whispers of people, one of whom was Leerae, you walked faster until the entrance of the maze stood high with glittering lights.

Sunghoon led you into the path of hedges and petals, gradually eroding the anxiety sitting like a rock in your chest. And he was still holding your hand with certainty. No one had held your hand for so long and with such determination. The attention, however, blossomed pink petals to cluster about the crown of your head before you could even stop the guilty pleasure from reaching your brain.

Sunghoon slowed once the murmur of the crowd faded into clouds. “So, up to standard?” he asked, letting go of your hand to lean back on a hedge. Said hedge had patterns of pink, white, and gold roses.

“They’re beautiful,” you agreed, nodding. “And maintained.”

He grinned, eyes twinkling with that triumphant shimmer rather than the calm ones that belonged to Jungwon.

“You can tell?” He gazed with heavy interest, almost bruising into your side profile.

“I can. They smell sweet,” you said, ignoring the force of his attention, and cupping the soft petals in your palm. Your thumb brushed the green, rigid stem. “Strong as well. No drooping.”

“You’re good at this,” he murmured beneath a knowing, slow smile.

“I’m a nature fairy, Sunghoon,” you said, chuckling. Flirting like this was still a new territory to explore. Though Sunghoon’s blatant, resilient stare, the tender smile, and how his chest nearly brushed your shoulder were enough to tell you he was making the advances.

“Not what I meant.” He tucked a strand behind your ear, lingering with hope, and then brushed your jaw like a hidden letter.

He didn’t stop at your inquisitive gaze, reaching the pink clusters above your ears. They bled a deeper pink, making him slowly tilt his head. “You’re good at pulling me in.”

Inching closer, you backed up into the hedges until it looked as if you were in a bed of roses. Sunghoon found you pretty like this, and inched closer with intent, hovering over you with all smiles and a gentle voice.

“You’re resilient, and beautiful, and so…” he scanned your bewildered eyes, even pretty then. “… so kind.”

Flustered, you looked down, looking to fiddle with the bracelet, but instead of cold beads, you felt nothing. Panic briefly arose like thorns, eyes darting from one wrist to another, but Sunghoon, in all obliviousness, tipped your chin up to lock gazes. That fractured your breath.

Soon enough, his hand joined your cheek in union, the hope in his eyes flourishing at a speed you couldn’t keep up with. A thumb rubbed in a discernible shape, but under the sparks of your cheek, you couldn’t decide what you wanted right now.

Sunghoon was glorious. His features were arranged in harmony, like a Prince should have. Over the past few days, he was excessively generous without debt. But this was the biggest one. He was leading it up to this moment.

You should have been flattered, but all you found was a confusing puzzle you couldn’t piece. Just as he leaned in, eyes clouded, your shoulders locked up, and that initial appreciation hit your limbs with adrenaline.

Like a coward, you ran from his side, cheeks warm, hair blossoming with purple petals. Sunghoon stumbled, kissing a flower instead. Retreating, he wiped his lips with the back of a hand, disappointed. But, he didn’t give chase.

When you made it out after a few stressful turns, you bumped into Minji, and she turned with the other girls. You melted in relief.

“Where were you?” She asked, holding you firmly by the shoulders.

You tensed. Haerin spotted the violet in your hair. “Did something happen?”

The girls turned, expectant and silent. With no choice, you met their gazes.

“I think Sunghoon tried to kiss me.”

Hanni nearly fainted, but Dani held her arm without breaking her own shock. All the girls had their jaws dropped. Even Haerin.

—

Jungwon, to his dismay, was looking for you.

Well, it sounded weird, but it wasn’t. In his hand was the sun bracelet that you had lost at some point. Seeing it abandoned, Jungwon was determined to return it to you.

The only problem was that he couldn’t find you because Sunghoon had taken you somewhere. And he couldn’t find him either.

Around him, the boys talked and entertained themselves where the crowd was beginning to gather. The urgency to return it prickled him before it got too squished. His thumb relayed over the bead’s surface, as if he could corrode and find some balance of peace to take himself.

Leerae was somewhere with her friends, and he didn’t even care. That was the worst part. He didn’t care. How was he supposed to move past that conclusion? What was he supposed to do with that conclusion? A relationship couldn’t be built like that.

“Anyone know where Sunghoon is?” Jake asked, pushing his glasses up.

“Speeches, remember? Thousandth year of Eraklyon, so royal shit, I guess,” said Heeseung, fixing his black bowtie. Then, he diligently stole Jay’s drink right out of his hand. Jay’s smile vanished.

“That was mine—”

“Tradition this, tradition that. Why don’t we just wing it?” Riki crossed his arms with a grumble.

Sunoo scowled. “Why don’t you ask him?”

“I would if I could, but he’s gone,” Riki returned, dangerously nearing a quarrel.

Jay huffed, giving up as Heeseung hoarded his drink, and crossed his arms. “It’s not just tradition, Riki. It’s legacy. I read that this was the day the first-ever King courted his wife.”

“Yeah, I’m not that old,” Riki remarked with a raised brow. Jay rubbed the bridge of his nose, giving up with the younger one.

“Whatever.”

Jungwon heard it all before it went out of the other ear. Soon enough, he couldn’t hear them at all. Eager to find you, his eyes wandered intrusively over clusters of people before he found you and the pale petals blossomed in your hair.

Jungwon looked back at his friends and, when he found them busy, he floated away and through the crowd. The bracelet was cradled in his palm, close to his torso, as if glass.

He saw you more clearly now after excusing himself. Your back was to him, displaying those shoulder blades that corrupted every pillar of calm, and you were deep in conversation with your friends. Though he couldn’t even tell what colour they wore. He only saw your sweet, pink gown rippling off your body.

Bracelet. That was the goal.

Exhaling for a few seconds, Jungwon had only taken two strides before the garden lanterns dimmed, and spotlights hit the upper floors of the Palace. People quietened instantly, facing forward. Jungwon had no choice and followed.

The garden doors opened to reveal King and Queen Park, Princess Yerin, who was Sunghoon’s younger sister, and Sunghoon himself, descending the steps with a silent demand of respect.

Out of the corner of his eye, you were closer than he thought. Gripping the bracelet, he decided the bracelet could be returned after the speech. After all, it couldn’t take that long. Jungwon forced himself to face the royal family, even if Sunghoon’s presence set a fuse off.

King Park smiled at the crowd, his voice reaching miles beyond. “Welcome, everyone, and thank you for coming. Today marks the thousandth year of Eraklyon becoming an established Kingdom. Along with today, Eraklyon has proudly helped our neighbouring Kingdom, Karunda.”

Jungwon stared at Sunghoon. It felt petty to ignore him. What if what he had said was true? Sighing, Jungwon broke out of it as the King droned on about scholarships, rebuilding the country, and the truce with Melody. But Jungwon followed the path of Sunghoon’s own focus.

It led to you. You stood there with shoulders strung together with untold tension, eyes hesitant as it flickered by the family, and your one hand engulfing your empty wrist. It only made Jungwon’s heart ache as he yearned to give back the bracelet. Not yet.

“And now, my Son has a very important announcement to make,” the King said heartily. Sunghoon stepped forward as the crowd murmured in interest. It pulled Jungwon’s attention, too.

“Thank you, Father. Tonight, I want to carry on a legacy,” said Sunghoon, making Jungwon’s mind flash white with alarm. Legacy? The boys had been talking about it before, and Jay had said the King courted the person he liked.

Tonight, when thinking of Sunghoon, he had been magnetised to your hip half the time. Jungwon’s stomach twisted with erratic discomfort as his breath hitched.

The crowd burst into small conversations again.

Sunghoon smiled, eyes darting to yours again with such blistering resolution that your shoulders tightened into a painful knot. Your fingers tightened over your wrist.

“Thankfully, I know a very beautiful girl has come here tonight,” he said softly.

The crowd was beginning to grow louder, half excitement and half suspicion. Jungwon’s guts didn’t feel so good, and his fingers tightened over the sun bracelet.

Sunghoon took it as a sign and began to descend the stairs. Once reaching the ground, people parted automatically, hushed conversations following as Sunghoon made his way to you. Jungwon’s heart stopped as you stepped back once, intimidated, trying to disappear.

“And I wish for one thing, if she would give it to me,” Sunghoon continued, stopping right before you, eyes glittering with expectation.

You glanced at the crowd once, bewilderment gripping your chest. “Sunghoon—” you tried to whisper.

That went over his head because he wasn’t done. He got onto one knee, still smiling. The whole audience gasped audibly. You nearly jumped back in surprise, becoming ice, trying to piece something so obvious together.

Your friends nearly screamed. Jungwon nearly screamed, but he refrained from shouting in confusion.

Despite your clear alarm, Sunghoon held out a hand.

“I want to court you, Jeon Y/n. Would you accept?”

This was crazy. One part of yourself told you it was a simulation, and you were about to get slapped into reality. But then, you heard Riki over the commotion, saying, “Did I hear that right?”, and you knew it was absolutely real.

He was waiting. So many questions stormed through your head. Several scenarios of how this could end terribly made chaos among your thoughts. If you rejected Sunghoon, you would embarrass yourself and him. But how could you accept?

Sure, Sunghoon had been nothing but nice, offering parts of his charm to you in different hangouts, but this?

Courting? You? A non-princess? The girl from the tabloids?

Still having remnants of shock in the system, you looked around for a trusted adult. When you found your mother, she had the most beaming face ever. Everything opposite to your inner turmoil.

You looked elsewhere, but the unfamiliar faces closed in, and the pressure on your shoulders felt aggravating until each stare weighed a thousand boulders. You caved.

Your hand crept out, hesitantly landing atop his palm, and as soon as it did, Sunghoon stood with triumph sparkling through his smile. Applause and more murmurs among the crowd exploded throughout the royal yard, freezing you to the spot even more.

Sunghoon, in all his audacity, kissed your knuckles, head bent and everything. Despite all that, your whole body stayed frozen. None of his kisses melted you to react or to speak. You couldn’t. Because this was too surreal and too quick. The ground beneath you felt like it was gone within a second.

You had no idea if anyone saw it at all.

But Jungwon did.

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When he had tried to flatten it out with meditation, it led to that one conversation where Sunghoon’s icy stare stabbed the memory.

“… focus on the relationship you do have…”

The more he thought of it, the more he felt offended at Sunghoon’s audacity and his own cowardice. He was focusing on his relationship with Leerae. Why did Sunghoon say that? Why couldn’t Jungwon forget it?

He was trying, so he didn’t need to let Sunghoon feed the doubt. But, he did anyway. Sunghoon, for some reason, saw right through him.

Jungwon snapped back to reality when Sunoo joined his side against the railing. Sunoo was in all black. From the pants to the blazers, and on the lapel of said blazer, a snowflake brooch pinched into the shiny fabric. Jungwon, on the other hand, had a white shirt and black tie tucked beneath a charcoal blazer that fitted perfectly across his broad shoulders.

“Did you try to do your hair, or were you confused?” Sunoo raised a brow at Jungwon.

Absentmindedly, Jungwon flicked a loose strand away, sulking. “I did. Who gave you that dumbass brooch thing?” He remarked pettily.

“Sunghoon hyung,” Sunoo said incredulously, eyes narrowed.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, now staring at the lanterns mirroring the planets and stars of the night sky. “Of course he did.”

Sunoo internally snapped and faced Jungwon directly. “Okay, what the hell happened? You still haven’t told me what you and Sunghoon Hyung talked about. And now, you’re being a pissy child about it.”

Jungwon acknowledged that a fracture of it was true. A huge portion of it, actually. However, the humiliation of that moment and his inability to sort his emotions out like a near-adult made it hard to confess what gears were turning in his head. It was stupid to even ask for advice on his own relationship. Or to ask whether he looked like he was as dismissive as Sunghoon said.

So, instead of being a mature teen, he scoffed, eyes avoidant, and said, “he was being an asshole.”

Sunoo blinked like he couldn’t believe it before sighing. “That’s vague, but okay.” Sunoo scanned his friend, lips frowning with doubts he wanted answers to, but then, Jay and Riki arrived in their own respective suits.

Jay wore a cream shirt, two buttons scandalously undone over white trousers. Riki wore a matching set to Jungwon: a white shirt and a black, unbuttoned blazer.

“Guess what?” Riki asked Jungwon and Sunoo, unable to catch the hint of tension. Jay rolled his eyes. “Hyung lost his blazer.”

Sunoo remained silent, and that was when Riki felt the strain pulling taut over them. He stopped and glanced at Jungwon, who was beginning to frown with defensively crossed arms.

“So, about you and Sunghoon Hyung the other day…” Riki began conversationally.

Jungwon grimaced in one big, offended gesture to the three, eyes wildly impatient. “It was nothing! Why do you guys want to know so bad?”

Riki and Jay flinched back a little, but Sunoo was over it as he checked his cuticles. Jungwon, to the boys, looked crazy. Clearing his throat, Riki thinned his lips. “Because Hyung won’t tell us either.”

“Good.” Jungwon nodded.

Jay spared a questioning glance at the younger ones, who both made a gesture of their hands, slicing the air by their neck. Cut it out.

Jungwon obviously felt bad for snapping at his friends, but even he couldn’t contain the storm of his own conflict into digestible words. That he wanted a break from Leerae? That deep inside, he knew exactly where the discourse was rotting from. It wasn’t enough. The guilt brusquely stopped him from exploring.

Jungwon sighed, scanning the Palace where several men and women sauntered across the upper floors. Leerae would be here soon. He crossed his arms tighter, forcing his eyes from the railings to the glass doors when he stopped dead in his tracks.

You were there.

You were wearing a sweet, pink dress where embellishments glittered at the cloudy ruffles, and reflected off the lanterns. Your hair fell in a way that complemented your face, gliding over skin like honey. Diamonds dangled off your ears, and your bare collarbone shimmered with one dainty gem.

Jungwon’s heart stopped, feeling the urge to explore the hills of said collarbones and the smooth sea of skin. Heck, he held his breath so he could commit all his energy into imprinting your figure into memory. His breath hitched before he forced himself to blink, holding his arms tighter. He couldn’t go there.

You were standing, looking around for something. Your hands were fiddling with another chain on your wrist. Jungwon squinted and smiled ever so slightly when he saw it was the sun bracelet he had gifted you.

Flutters swallowed his stomach. It was incredibly unnerving.

Before Jungwon could decide whether or not to greet you, Sunghoon, in his royal navy suit, approached from behind with a glittering crown that demanded respect.

Sunghoon tapped your shoulder, startling you to turn around, but Jungwon could tell you were smiling. His heart sank as Sunghoon’s hand slithered to your mid back, walking you into the Palace where chandeliers marked the ceilings like stars, and where more royals were gathered.

He almost followed, magnetised, but then, a voice called out.

“Won!” said the voice behind him. The figure strolled into his side with a hug. From the height and giggle, it was Leerae. The other three boys awkwardly floated away, giving them space.

Jungwon buried the discourse before it could sting. He needed a whole business day to map his feelings.

“Hey,” he said quietly, a hesitant hand landing on her upper back. She stiffened, retracting a little while clinging to his arm.

“You okay?” She asked curiously. He nodded; the flutters from before went dormant.

“You look good,” he said after a while. And at least that was true. She wore a white and emerald gown that cascaded to her ankles.

Nudging a proud elbow into him, she grinned, fully linking arms. “It’s custom. Sent by my mother in Tir Na Nog!”

He nodded without an ounce of intrigue, eyes wandering dangerously to the garden doors. She furrowed her brows, a hand on his other arm as she came before him. That got his attention.

“You seem distracted. Did something happen?” She asked, cautious.

“I’m fine,” he affirmed. At that, she melted and leaned in for a routine kiss, but Jungwon’s adrenaline broke through, and he dodged it gracefully.

Leerae pulled back with brittle bewilderment.

“I’m thirsty. Do you want anything to drink? I’ll go get it.” Jungwon stepped back.

She blinked, taken aback. “Sure. Some water would help.”

Jungwon flew up those steps.

—

YOU FELT OUT OF PLACE.

Not because of your attire, but because when you stood beside Sunghoon and his outrageously sparkly crown, it was bound to attract other eyes. But these people probably had no clue who you were. Maybe they did from the raging tabloids, but it didn’t matter. It was going to be negative either way.

An unknown girl smothered by the Prince Park Sunghoon while ladies lined up for him. Your mother, actually, had given such a delighted smile from across the room that you felt obligated to stay in place beside him as if you were his trophy.

That discomfort bubbled down below as you fiddled with the Sun bracelet. Honestly, you didn’t know why you wore it. It had peeked out from your jewellery stand, and without thinking, you had marked your wrist with it.

It seemed silly now. But it provided a soothing balm when you fiddled with it.

The girls weren’t here yet, so as you stood with him, you sought out your friends.

Sunghoon straightened, sparing a sneaky glance over your shiny eyes and cheeks before spotting your fingers and the new, pink set. “The nails look really good, by the way.” He subtly smirked.

You smiled a little. “Only because you chose this set,” you mumbled back quietly. “Thank you, by the way.”

“No problem.” He replied softly, meeting your gaze with duty. When you returned it, his admiration flashed brighter than the chandeliers. It was too much.

He didn’t hide it. And you didn’t know what to do with that information, and glanced away. Very quickly, you became distracted as Jungwon came into sight and strummed your heartstrings.

He was looking for something, lips pursed as he scoured the table of glass drinks with utmost concentration. A glass was already in his hands, so it meant that Leerae was here. Right.

She was a Princess. Someone well respected and well-versed in everything that came to magic. Leerae was a decisive force while your own thoughts argued over one decision.

For example, how she ditched you so easily over the potion project, and didn’t hesitate to leave you in loneliness.

You blinked at Jungwon, not knowing what you wanted. But then, he froze like he felt something brush over him, and gazed up, locking eyes. That alone was enough to suck you into the stars that made his mind. If you could explore just a little bit of that galaxy, maybe you wouldn’t be so disorganised in life.

His eyes twinkled just a little brighter when you held the gaze, heart thrumming louder in your chest, as if urging you to talk to him. But you couldn’t. So, you settled for staying there, magnetised without closing the distance.

Sunghoon glanced at your distracted gaze, following the steady path to see Jungwon standing with equal stability. Quiet fury flickered in chest. Sunghoon wasn’t stupid enough to be blind to Jungwon’s own actions, but he was going to stop it.

Swiftly hooking a hand around your arm, he tugged you back towards the garden door. Your fiddling abruptly stopped, and you snapped out of it.

“I want to show you our maze. Different flowers grow there,” Sunghoon said, ushering you forward.

“A maze?” you echoed, voice still struggling to keep up as you spared one last glance at Jungwon. He didn’t take his eyes off, however. His gaze treaded pleasantly at your back, but you ignored it.

“Yeah. My sister and I always got lost in there. We always played hide-and-seek,” he explained. Through the various colours of ballgowns and suits, you were outside again in the darker night, descending the steps to Sunghoon’s request.

On your left was the infamous maze, but on your right, your friends were already in a small circle and instantly spotted you. Hanni gawked while Minji waved exaggeratedly with a grin. You didn’t get to wave because Sunghoon’s hand slithered down your bare arm to engulf your hand with guidance.

He swallowed your fingers with his, leaving no room for movement. After passing through whispers of people, one of whom was Leerae, you walked faster until the entrance of the maze stood high with glittering lights.

Sunghoon led you into the path of hedges and petals, gradually eroding the anxiety sitting like a rock in your chest. And he was still holding your hand with certainty. No one had held your hand for so long and with such determination. The attention, however, blossomed pink petals to cluster about the crown of your head before you could even stop the guilty pleasure from reaching your brain.

Sunghoon slowed once the murmur of the crowd faded into clouds. “So, up to standard?” he asked, letting go of your hand to lean back on a hedge. Said hedge had patterns of pink, white, and gold roses.

“They’re beautiful,” you agreed, nodding. “And maintained.”

He grinned, eyes twinkling with that triumphant shimmer rather than the calm ones that belonged to Jungwon.

“You can tell?” He gazed with heavy interest, almost bruising into your side profile.

“I can. They smell sweet,” you said, ignoring the force of his attention, and cupping the soft petals in your palm. Your thumb brushed the green, rigid stem. “Strong as well. No drooping.”

“You’re good at this,” he murmured beneath a knowing, slow smile.

“I’m a nature fairy, Sunghoon,” you said, chuckling. Flirting like this was still a new territory to explore. Though Sunghoon’s blatant, resilient stare, the tender smile, and how his chest nearly brushed your shoulder were enough to tell you he was making the advances.

“Not what I meant.” He tucked a strand behind your ear, lingering with hope, and then brushed your jaw like a hidden letter.

He didn’t stop at your inquisitive gaze, reaching the pink clusters above your ears. They bled a deeper pink, making him slowly tilt his head. “You’re good at pulling me in.”

Inching closer, you backed up into the hedges until it looked as if you were in a bed of roses. Sunghoon found you pretty like this, and inched closer with intent, hovering over you with all smiles and a gentle voice.

“You’re resilient, and beautiful, and so…” he scanned your bewildered eyes, even pretty then. “… so kind.”

Flustered, you looked down, looking to fiddle with the bracelet, but instead of cold beads, you felt nothing. Panic briefly arose like thorns, eyes darting from one wrist to another, but Sunghoon, in all obliviousness, tipped your chin up to lock gazes. That fractured your breath.

Soon enough, his hand joined your cheek in union, the hope in his eyes flourishing at a speed you couldn’t keep up with. A thumb rubbed in a discernible shape, but under the sparks of your cheek, you couldn’t decide what you wanted right now.

Sunghoon was glorious. His features were arranged in harmony, like a Prince should have. Over the past few days, he was excessively generous without debt. But this was the biggest one. He was leading it up to this moment.

You should have been flattered, but all you found was a confusing puzzle you couldn’t piece. Just as he leaned in, eyes clouded, your shoulders locked up, and that initial appreciation hit your limbs with adrenaline.

Like a coward, you ran from his side, cheeks warm, hair blossoming with purple petals. Sunghoon stumbled, kissing a flower instead. Retreating, he wiped his lips with the back of a hand, disappointed. But, he didn’t give chase.

When you made it out after a few stressful turns, you bumped into Minji, and she turned with the other girls. You melted in relief.

“Where were you?” She asked, holding you firmly by the shoulders.

You tensed. Haerin spotted the violet in your hair. “Did something happen?”

The girls turned, expectant and silent. With no choice, you met their gazes.

“I think Sunghoon tried to kiss me.”

Hanni nearly fainted, but Dani held her arm without breaking her own shock. All the girls had their jaws dropped. Even Haerin.

—

Jungwon, to his dismay, was looking for you.

Well, it sounded weird, but it wasn’t. In his hand was the sun bracelet that you had lost at some point. Seeing it abandoned, Jungwon was determined to return it to you.

The only problem was that he couldn’t find you because Sunghoon had taken you somewhere. And he couldn’t find him either.

Around him, the boys talked and entertained themselves where the crowd was beginning to gather. The urgency to return it prickled him before it got too squished. His thumb relayed over the bead’s surface, as if he could corrode and find some balance of peace to take himself.

Leerae was somewhere with her friends, and he didn’t even care. That was the worst part. He didn’t care. How was he supposed to move past that conclusion? What was he supposed to do with that conclusion? A relationship couldn’t be built like that.

“Anyone know where Sunghoon is?” Jake asked, pushing his glasses up.

“Speeches, remember? Thousandth year of Eraklyon, so royal shit, I guess,” said Heeseung, fixing his black bowtie. Then, he diligently stole Jay’s drink right out of his hand. Jay’s smile vanished.

“That was mine—”

“Tradition this, tradition that. Why don’t we just wing it?” Riki crossed his arms with a grumble.

Sunoo scowled. “Why don’t you ask him?”

“I would if I could, but he’s gone,” Riki returned, dangerously nearing a quarrel.

Jay huffed, giving up as Heeseung hoarded his drink, and crossed his arms. “It’s not just tradition, Riki. It’s legacy. I read that this was the day the first-ever King courted his wife.”

“Yeah, I’m not that old,” Riki remarked with a raised brow. Jay rubbed the bridge of his nose, giving up with the younger one.

“Whatever.”

Jungwon heard it all before it went out of the other ear. Soon enough, he couldn’t hear them at all. Eager to find you, his eyes wandered intrusively over clusters of people before he found you and the pale petals blossomed in your hair.

Jungwon looked back at his friends and, when he found them busy, he floated away and through the crowd. The bracelet was cradled in his palm, close to his torso, as if glass.

He saw you more clearly now after excusing himself. Your back was to him, displaying those shoulder blades that corrupted every pillar of calm, and you were deep in conversation with your friends. Though he couldn’t even tell what colour they wore. He only saw your sweet, pink gown rippling off your body.

Bracelet. That was the goal.

Exhaling for a few seconds, Jungwon had only taken two strides before the garden lanterns dimmed, and spotlights hit the upper floors of the Palace. People quietened instantly, facing forward. Jungwon had no choice and followed.

The garden doors opened to reveal King and Queen Park, Princess Yerin, who was Sunghoon’s younger sister, and Sunghoon himself, descending the steps with a silent demand of respect.

Out of the corner of his eye, you were closer than he thought. Gripping the bracelet, he decided the bracelet could be returned after the speech. After all, it couldn’t take that long. Jungwon forced himself to face the royal family, even if Sunghoon’s presence set a fuse off.

King Park smiled at the crowd, his voice reaching miles beyond. “Welcome, everyone, and thank you for coming. Today marks the thousandth year of Eraklyon becoming an established Kingdom. Along with today, Eraklyon has proudly helped our neighbouring Kingdom, Karunda.”

Jungwon stared at Sunghoon. It felt petty to ignore him. What if what he had said was true? Sighing, Jungwon broke out of it as the King droned on about scholarships, rebuilding the country, and the truce with Melody. But Jungwon followed the path of Sunghoon’s own focus.

It led to you. You stood there with shoulders strung together with untold tension, eyes hesitant as it flickered by the family, and your one hand engulfing your empty wrist. It only made Jungwon’s heart ache as he yearned to give back the bracelet. Not yet.

“And now, my Son has a very important announcement to make,” the King said heartily. Sunghoon stepped forward as the crowd murmured in interest. It pulled Jungwon’s attention, too.

“Thank you, Father. Tonight, I want to carry on a legacy,” said Sunghoon, making Jungwon’s mind flash white with alarm. Legacy? The boys had been talking about it before, and Jay had said the King courted the person he liked.

Tonight, when thinking of Sunghoon, he had been magnetised to your hip half the time. Jungwon’s stomach twisted with erratic discomfort as his breath hitched.

The crowd burst into small conversations again.

Sunghoon smiled, eyes darting to yours again with such blistering resolution that your shoulders tightened into a painful knot. Your fingers tightened over your wrist.

“Thankfully, I know a very beautiful girl has come here tonight,” he said softly.

The crowd was beginning to grow louder, half excitement and half suspicion. Jungwon’s guts didn’t feel so good, and his fingers tightened over the sun bracelet.

Sunghoon took it as a sign and began to descend the stairs. Once reaching the ground, people parted automatically, hushed conversations following as Sunghoon made his way to you. Jungwon’s heart stopped as you stepped back once, intimidated, trying to disappear.

“And I wish for one thing, if she would give it to me,” Sunghoon continued, stopping right before you, eyes glittering with expectation.

You glanced at the crowd once, bewilderment gripping your chest. “Sunghoon—” you tried to whisper.

That went over his head because he wasn’t done. He got onto one knee, still smiling. The whole audience gasped audibly. You nearly jumped back in surprise, becoming ice, trying to piece something so obvious together.

Your friends nearly screamed. Jungwon nearly screamed, but he refrained from shouting in confusion.

Despite your clear alarm, Sunghoon held out a hand.

“I want to court you, Jeon Y/n. Would you accept?”

This was crazy. One part of yourself told you it was a simulation, and you were about to get slapped into reality. But then, you heard Riki over the commotion, saying, “Did I hear that right?”, and you knew it was absolutely real.

He was waiting. So many questions stormed through your head. Several scenarios of how this could end terribly made chaos among your thoughts. If you rejected Sunghoon, you would embarrass yourself and him. But how could you accept?

Sure, Sunghoon had been nothing but nice, offering parts of his charm to you in different hangouts, but this?

Courting? You? A non-princess? The girl from the tabloids?

Still having remnants of shock in the system, you looked around for a trusted adult. When you found your mother, she had the most beaming face ever. Everything opposite to your inner turmoil.

You looked elsewhere, but the unfamiliar faces closed in, and the pressure on your shoulders felt aggravating until each stare weighed a thousand boulders. You caved.

Your hand crept out, hesitantly landing atop his palm, and as soon as it did, Sunghoon stood with triumph sparkling through his smile. Applause and more murmurs among the crowd exploded throughout the royal yard, freezing you to the spot even more.

Sunghoon, in all his audacity, kissed your knuckles, head bent and everything. Despite all that, your whole body stayed frozen. None of his kisses melted you to react or to speak. You couldn’t. Because this was too surreal and too quick. The ground beneath you felt like it was gone within a second.

You had no idea if anyone saw it at all.

But Jungwon did.

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When he had tried to flatten it out with meditation, it led to that one conversation where Sunghoon’s icy stare stabbed the memory.

“… focus on the relationship you do have…”

The more he thought of it, the more he felt offended at Sunghoon’s audacity and his own cowardice. He was focusing on his relationship with Leerae. Why did Sunghoon say that? Why couldn’t Jungwon forget it?

He was trying, so he didn’t need to let Sunghoon feed the doubt. But, he did anyway. Sunghoon, for some reason, saw right through him.

Jungwon snapped back to reality when Sunoo joined his side against the railing. Sunoo was in all black. From the pants to the blazers, and on the lapel of said blazer, a snowflake brooch pinched into the shiny fabric. Jungwon, on the other hand, had a white shirt and black tie tucked beneath a charcoal blazer that fitted perfectly across his broad shoulders.

“Did you try to do your hair, or were you confused?” Sunoo raised a brow at Jungwon.

Absentmindedly, Jungwon flicked a loose strand away, sulking. “I did. Who gave you that dumbass brooch thing?” He remarked pettily.

“Sunghoon hyung,” Sunoo said incredulously, eyes narrowed.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, now staring at the lanterns mirroring the planets and stars of the night sky. “Of course he did.”

Sunoo internally snapped and faced Jungwon directly. “Okay, what the hell happened? You still haven’t told me what you and Sunghoon Hyung talked about. And now, you’re being a pissy child about it.”

Jungwon acknowledged that a fracture of it was true. A huge portion of it, actually. However, the humiliation of that moment and his inability to sort his emotions out like a near-adult made it hard to confess what gears were turning in his head. It was stupid to even ask for advice on his own relationship. Or to ask whether he looked like he was as dismissive as Sunghoon said.

So, instead of being a mature teen, he scoffed, eyes avoidant, and said, “he was being an asshole.”

Sunoo blinked like he couldn’t believe it before sighing. “That’s vague, but okay.” Sunoo scanned his friend, lips frowning with doubts he wanted answers to, but then, Jay and Riki arrived in their own respective suits.

Jay wore a cream shirt, two buttons scandalously undone over white trousers. Riki wore a matching set to Jungwon: a white shirt and a black, unbuttoned blazer.

“Guess what?” Riki asked Jungwon and Sunoo, unable to catch the hint of tension. Jay rolled his eyes. “Hyung lost his blazer.”

Sunoo remained silent, and that was when Riki felt the strain pulling taut over them. He stopped and glanced at Jungwon, who was beginning to frown with defensively crossed arms.

“So, about you and Sunghoon Hyung the other day…” Riki began conversationally.

Jungwon grimaced in one big, offended gesture to the three, eyes wildly impatient. “It was nothing! Why do you guys want to know so bad?”

Riki and Jay flinched back a little, but Sunoo was over it as he checked his cuticles. Jungwon, to the boys, looked crazy. Clearing his throat, Riki thinned his lips. “Because Hyung won’t tell us either.”

“Good.” Jungwon nodded.

Jay spared a questioning glance at the younger ones, who both made a gesture of their hands, slicing the air by their neck. Cut it out.

Jungwon obviously felt bad for snapping at his friends, but even he couldn’t contain the storm of his own conflict into digestible words. That he wanted a break from Leerae? That deep inside, he knew exactly where the discourse was rotting from. It wasn’t enough. The guilt brusquely stopped him from exploring.

Jungwon sighed, scanning the Palace where several men and women sauntered across the upper floors. Leerae would be here soon. He crossed his arms tighter, forcing his eyes from the railings to the glass doors when he stopped dead in his tracks.

You were there.

You were wearing a sweet, pink dress where embellishments glittered at the cloudy ruffles, and reflected off the lanterns. Your hair fell in a way that complemented your face, gliding over skin like honey. Diamonds dangled off your ears, and your bare collarbone shimmered with one dainty gem.

Jungwon’s heart stopped, feeling the urge to explore the hills of said collarbones and the smooth sea of skin. Heck, he held his breath so he could commit all his energy into imprinting your figure into memory. His breath hitched before he forced himself to blink, holding his arms tighter. He couldn’t go there.

You were standing, looking around for something. Your hands were fiddling with another chain on your wrist. Jungwon squinted and smiled ever so slightly when he saw it was the sun bracelet he had gifted you.

Flutters swallowed his stomach. It was incredibly unnerving.

Before Jungwon could decide whether or not to greet you, Sunghoon, in his royal navy suit, approached from behind with a glittering crown that demanded respect.

Sunghoon tapped your shoulder, startling you to turn around, but Jungwon could tell you were smiling. His heart sank as Sunghoon’s hand slithered to your mid back, walking you into the Palace where chandeliers marked the ceilings like stars, and where more royals were gathered.

He almost followed, magnetised, but then, a voice called out.

“Won!” said the voice behind him. The figure strolled into his side with a hug. From the height and giggle, it was Leerae. The other three boys awkwardly floated away, giving them space.

Jungwon buried the discourse before it could sting. He needed a whole business day to map his feelings.

“Hey,” he said quietly, a hesitant hand landing on her upper back. She stiffened, retracting a little while clinging to his arm.

“You okay?” She asked curiously. He nodded; the flutters from before went dormant.

“You look good,” he said after a while. And at least that was true. She wore a white and emerald gown that cascaded to her ankles.

Nudging a proud elbow into him, she grinned, fully linking arms. “It’s custom. Sent by my mother in Tir Na Nog!”

He nodded without an ounce of intrigue, eyes wandering dangerously to the garden doors. She furrowed her brows, a hand on his other arm as she came before him. That got his attention.

“You seem distracted. Did something happen?” She asked, cautious.

“I’m fine,” he affirmed. At that, she melted and leaned in for a routine kiss, but Jungwon’s adrenaline broke through, and he dodged it gracefully.

Leerae pulled back with brittle bewilderment.

“I’m thirsty. Do you want anything to drink? I’ll go get it.” Jungwon stepped back.

She blinked, taken aback. “Sure. Some water would help.”

Jungwon flew up those steps.

—

YOU FELT OUT OF PLACE.

Not because of your attire, but because when you stood beside Sunghoon and his outrageously sparkly crown, it was bound to attract other eyes. But these people probably had no clue who you were. Maybe they did from the raging tabloids, but it didn’t matter. It was going to be negative either way.

An unknown girl smothered by the Prince Park Sunghoon while ladies lined up for him. Your mother, actually, had given such a delighted smile from across the room that you felt obligated to stay in place beside him as if you were his trophy.

That discomfort bubbled down below as you fiddled with the Sun bracelet. Honestly, you didn’t know why you wore it. It had peeked out from your jewellery stand, and without thinking, you had marked your wrist with it.

It seemed silly now. But it provided a soothing balm when you fiddled with it.

The girls weren’t here yet, so as you stood with him, you sought out your friends.

Sunghoon straightened, sparing a sneaky glance over your shiny eyes and cheeks before spotting your fingers and the new, pink set. “The nails look really good, by the way.” He subtly smirked.

You smiled a little. “Only because you chose this set,” you mumbled back quietly. “Thank you, by the way.”

“No problem.” He replied softly, meeting your gaze with duty. When you returned it, his admiration flashed brighter than the chandeliers. It was too much.

He didn’t hide it. And you didn’t know what to do with that information, and glanced away. Very quickly, you became distracted as Jungwon came into sight and strummed your heartstrings.

He was looking for something, lips pursed as he scoured the table of glass drinks with utmost concentration. A glass was already in his hands, so it meant that Leerae was here. Right.

She was a Princess. Someone well respected and well-versed in everything that came to magic. Leerae was a decisive force while your own thoughts argued over one decision.

For example, how she ditched you so easily over the potion project, and didn’t hesitate to leave you in loneliness.

You blinked at Jungwon, not knowing what you wanted. But then, he froze like he felt something brush over him, and gazed up, locking eyes. That alone was enough to suck you into the stars that made his mind. If you could explore just a little bit of that galaxy, maybe you wouldn’t be so disorganised in life.

His eyes twinkled just a little brighter when you held the gaze, heart thrumming louder in your chest, as if urging you to talk to him. But you couldn’t. So, you settled for staying there, magnetised without closing the distance.

Sunghoon glanced at your distracted gaze, following the steady path to see Jungwon standing with equal stability. Quiet fury flickered in chest. Sunghoon wasn’t stupid enough to be blind to Jungwon’s own actions, but he was going to stop it.

Swiftly hooking a hand around your arm, he tugged you back towards the garden door. Your fiddling abruptly stopped, and you snapped out of it.

“I want to show you our maze. Different flowers grow there,” Sunghoon said, ushering you forward.

“A maze?” you echoed, voice still struggling to keep up as you spared one last glance at Jungwon. He didn’t take his eyes off, however. His gaze treaded pleasantly at your back, but you ignored it.

“Yeah. My sister and I always got lost in there. We always played hide-and-seek,” he explained. Through the various colours of ballgowns and suits, you were outside again in the darker night, descending the steps to Sunghoon’s request.

On your left was the infamous maze, but on your right, your friends were already in a small circle and instantly spotted you. Hanni gawked while Minji waved exaggeratedly with a grin. You didn’t get to wave because Sunghoon’s hand slithered down your bare arm to engulf your hand with guidance.

He swallowed your fingers with his, leaving no room for movement. After passing through whispers of people, one of whom was Leerae, you walked faster until the entrance of the maze stood high with glittering lights.

Sunghoon led you into the path of hedges and petals, gradually eroding the anxiety sitting like a rock in your chest. And he was still holding your hand with certainty. No one had held your hand for so long and with such determination. The attention, however, blossomed pink petals to cluster about the crown of your head before you could even stop the guilty pleasure from reaching your brain.

Sunghoon slowed once the murmur of the crowd faded into clouds. “So, up to standard?” he asked, letting go of your hand to lean back on a hedge. Said hedge had patterns of pink, white, and gold roses.

“They’re beautiful,” you agreed, nodding. “And maintained.”

He grinned, eyes twinkling with that triumphant shimmer rather than the calm ones that belonged to Jungwon.

“You can tell?” He gazed with heavy interest, almost bruising into your side profile.

“I can. They smell sweet,” you said, ignoring the force of his attention, and cupping the soft petals in your palm. Your thumb brushed the green, rigid stem. “Strong as well. No drooping.”

“You’re good at this,” he murmured beneath a knowing, slow smile.

“I’m a nature fairy, Sunghoon,” you said, chuckling. Flirting like this was still a new territory to explore. Though Sunghoon’s blatant, resilient stare, the tender smile, and how his chest nearly brushed your shoulder were enough to tell you he was making the advances.

“Not what I meant.” He tucked a strand behind your ear, lingering with hope, and then brushed your jaw like a hidden letter.

He didn’t stop at your inquisitive gaze, reaching the pink clusters above your ears. They bled a deeper pink, making him slowly tilt his head. “You’re good at pulling me in.”

Inching closer, you backed up into the hedges until it looked as if you were in a bed of roses. Sunghoon found you pretty like this, and inched closer with intent, hovering over you with all smiles and a gentle voice.

“You’re resilient, and beautiful, and so…” he scanned your bewildered eyes, even pretty then. “… so kind.”

Flustered, you looked down, looking to fiddle with the bracelet, but instead of cold beads, you felt nothing. Panic briefly arose like thorns, eyes darting from one wrist to another, but Sunghoon, in all obliviousness, tipped your chin up to lock gazes. That fractured your breath.

Soon enough, his hand joined your cheek in union, the hope in his eyes flourishing at a speed you couldn’t keep up with. A thumb rubbed in a discernible shape, but under the sparks of your cheek, you couldn’t decide what you wanted right now.

Sunghoon was glorious. His features were arranged in harmony, like a Prince should have. Over the past few days, he was excessively generous without debt. But this was the biggest one. He was leading it up to this moment.

You should have been flattered, but all you found was a confusing puzzle you couldn’t piece. Just as he leaned in, eyes clouded, your shoulders locked up, and that initial appreciation hit your limbs with adrenaline.

Like a coward, you ran from his side, cheeks warm, hair blossoming with purple petals. Sunghoon stumbled, kissing a flower instead. Retreating, he wiped his lips with the back of a hand, disappointed. But, he didn’t give chase.

When you made it out after a few stressful turns, you bumped into Minji, and she turned with the other girls. You melted in relief.

“Where were you?” She asked, holding you firmly by the shoulders.

You tensed. Haerin spotted the violet in your hair. “Did something happen?”

The girls turned, expectant and silent. With no choice, you met their gazes.

“I think Sunghoon tried to kiss me.”

Hanni nearly fainted, but Dani held her arm without breaking her own shock. All the girls had their jaws dropped. Even Haerin.

—

Jungwon, to his dismay, was looking for you.

Well, it sounded weird, but it wasn’t. In his hand was the sun bracelet that you had lost at some point. Seeing it abandoned, Jungwon was determined to return it to you.

The only problem was that he couldn’t find you because Sunghoon had taken you somewhere. And he couldn’t find him either.

Around him, the boys talked and entertained themselves where the crowd was beginning to gather. The urgency to return it prickled him before it got too squished. His thumb relayed over the bead’s surface, as if he could corrode and find some balance of peace to take himself.

Leerae was somewhere with her friends, and he didn’t even care. That was the worst part. He didn’t care. How was he supposed to move past that conclusion? What was he supposed to do with that conclusion? A relationship couldn’t be built like that.

“Anyone know where Sunghoon is?” Jake asked, pushing his glasses up.

“Speeches, remember? Thousandth year of Eraklyon, so royal shit, I guess,” said Heeseung, fixing his black bowtie. Then, he diligently stole Jay’s drink right out of his hand. Jay’s smile vanished.

“That was mine—”

“Tradition this, tradition that. Why don’t we just wing it?” Riki crossed his arms with a grumble.

Sunoo scowled. “Why don’t you ask him?”

“I would if I could, but he’s gone,” Riki returned, dangerously nearing a quarrel.

Jay huffed, giving up as Heeseung hoarded his drink, and crossed his arms. “It’s not just tradition, Riki. It’s legacy. I read that this was the day the first-ever King courted his wife.”

“Yeah, I’m not that old,” Riki remarked with a raised brow. Jay rubbed the bridge of his nose, giving up with the younger one.

“Whatever.”

Jungwon heard it all before it went out of the other ear. Soon enough, he couldn’t hear them at all. Eager to find you, his eyes wandered intrusively over clusters of people before he found you and the pale petals blossomed in your hair.

Jungwon looked back at his friends and, when he found them busy, he floated away and through the crowd. The bracelet was cradled in his palm, close to his torso, as if glass.

He saw you more clearly now after excusing himself. Your back was to him, displaying those shoulder blades that corrupted every pillar of calm, and you were deep in conversation with your friends. Though he couldn’t even tell what colour they wore. He only saw your sweet, pink gown rippling off your body.

Bracelet. That was the goal.

Exhaling for a few seconds, Jungwon had only taken two strides before the garden lanterns dimmed, and spotlights hit the upper floors of the Palace. People quietened instantly, facing forward. Jungwon had no choice and followed.

The garden doors opened to reveal King and Queen Park, Princess Yerin, who was Sunghoon’s younger sister, and Sunghoon himself, descending the steps with a silent demand of respect.

Out of the corner of his eye, you were closer than he thought. Gripping the bracelet, he decided the bracelet could be returned after the speech. After all, it couldn’t take that long. Jungwon forced himself to face the royal family, even if Sunghoon’s presence set a fuse off.

King Park smiled at the crowd, his voice reaching miles beyond. “Welcome, everyone, and thank you for coming. Today marks the thousandth year of Eraklyon becoming an established Kingdom. Along with today, Eraklyon has proudly helped our neighbouring Kingdom, Karunda.”

Jungwon stared at Sunghoon. It felt petty to ignore him. What if what he had said was true? Sighing, Jungwon broke out of it as the King droned on about scholarships, rebuilding the country, and the truce with Melody. But Jungwon followed the path of Sunghoon’s own focus.

It led to you. You stood there with shoulders strung together with untold tension, eyes hesitant as it flickered by the family, and your one hand engulfing your empty wrist. It only made Jungwon’s heart ache as he yearned to give back the bracelet. Not yet.

“And now, my Son has a very important announcement to make,” the King said heartily. Sunghoon stepped forward as the crowd murmured in interest. It pulled Jungwon’s attention, too.

“Thank you, Father. Tonight, I want to carry on a legacy,” said Sunghoon, making Jungwon’s mind flash white with alarm. Legacy? The boys had been talking about it before, and Jay had said the King courted the person he liked.

Tonight, when thinking of Sunghoon, he had been magnetised to your hip half the time. Jungwon’s stomach twisted with erratic discomfort as his breath hitched.

The crowd burst into small conversations again.

Sunghoon smiled, eyes darting to yours again with such blistering resolution that your shoulders tightened into a painful knot. Your fingers tightened over your wrist.

“Thankfully, I know a very beautiful girl has come here tonight,” he said softly.

The crowd was beginning to grow louder, half excitement and half suspicion. Jungwon’s guts didn’t feel so good, and his fingers tightened over the sun bracelet.

Sunghoon took it as a sign and began to descend the stairs. Once reaching the ground, people parted automatically, hushed conversations following as Sunghoon made his way to you. Jungwon’s heart stopped as you stepped back once, intimidated, trying to disappear.

“And I wish for one thing, if she would give it to me,” Sunghoon continued, stopping right before you, eyes glittering with expectation.

You glanced at the crowd once, bewilderment gripping your chest. “Sunghoon—” you tried to whisper.

That went over his head because he wasn’t done. He got onto one knee, still smiling. The whole audience gasped audibly. You nearly jumped back in surprise, becoming ice, trying to piece something so obvious together.

Your friends nearly screamed. Jungwon nearly screamed, but he refrained from shouting in confusion.

Despite your clear alarm, Sunghoon held out a hand.

“I want to court you, Jeon Y/n. Would you accept?”

This was crazy. One part of yourself told you it was a simulation, and you were about to get slapped into reality. But then, you heard Riki over the commotion, saying, “Did I hear that right?”, and you knew it was absolutely real.

He was waiting. So many questions stormed through your head. Several scenarios of how this could end terribly made chaos among your thoughts. If you rejected Sunghoon, you would embarrass yourself and him. But how could you accept?

Sure, Sunghoon had been nothing but nice, offering parts of his charm to you in different hangouts, but this?

Courting? You? A non-princess? The girl from the tabloids?

Still having remnants of shock in the system, you looked around for a trusted adult. When you found your mother, she had the most beaming face ever. Everything opposite to your inner turmoil.

You looked elsewhere, but the unfamiliar faces closed in, and the pressure on your shoulders felt aggravating until each stare weighed a thousand boulders. You caved.

Your hand crept out, hesitantly landing atop his palm, and as soon as it did, Sunghoon stood with triumph sparkling through his smile. Applause and more murmurs among the crowd exploded throughout the royal yard, freezing you to the spot even more.

Sunghoon, in all his audacity, kissed your knuckles, head bent and everything. Despite all that, your whole body stayed frozen. None of his kisses melted you to react or to speak. You couldn’t. Because this was too surreal and too quick. The ground beneath you felt like it was gone within a second.

You had no idea if anyone saw it at all.

But Jungwon did.

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When he had tried to flatten it out with meditation, it led to that one conversation where Sunghoon’s icy stare stabbed the memory.

“… focus on the relationship you do have…”

The more he thought of it, the more he felt offended at Sunghoon’s audacity and his own cowardice. He was focusing on his relationship with Leerae. Why did Sunghoon say that? Why couldn’t Jungwon forget it?

He was trying, so he didn’t need to let Sunghoon feed the doubt. But, he did anyway. Sunghoon, for some reason, saw right through him.

Jungwon snapped back to reality when Sunoo joined his side against the railing. Sunoo was in all black. From the pants to the blazers, and on the lapel of said blazer, a snowflake brooch pinched into the shiny fabric. Jungwon, on the other hand, had a white shirt and black tie tucked beneath a charcoal blazer that fitted perfectly across his broad shoulders.

“Did you try to do your hair, or were you confused?” Sunoo raised a brow at Jungwon.

Absentmindedly, Jungwon flicked a loose strand away, sulking. “I did. Who gave you that dumbass brooch thing?” He remarked pettily.

“Sunghoon hyung,” Sunoo said incredulously, eyes narrowed.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, now staring at the lanterns mirroring the planets and stars of the night sky. “Of course he did.”

Sunoo internally snapped and faced Jungwon directly. “Okay, what the hell happened? You still haven’t told me what you and Sunghoon Hyung talked about. And now, you’re being a pissy child about it.”

Jungwon acknowledged that a fracture of it was true. A huge portion of it, actually. However, the humiliation of that moment and his inability to sort his emotions out like a near-adult made it hard to confess what gears were turning in his head. It was stupid to even ask for advice on his own relationship. Or to ask whether he looked like he was as dismissive as Sunghoon said.

So, instead of being a mature teen, he scoffed, eyes avoidant, and said, “he was being an asshole.”

Sunoo blinked like he couldn’t believe it before sighing. “That’s vague, but okay.” Sunoo scanned his friend, lips frowning with doubts he wanted answers to, but then, Jay and Riki arrived in their own respective suits.

Jay wore a cream shirt, two buttons scandalously undone over white trousers. Riki wore a matching set to Jungwon: a white shirt and a black, unbuttoned blazer.

“Guess what?” Riki asked Jungwon and Sunoo, unable to catch the hint of tension. Jay rolled his eyes. “Hyung lost his blazer.”

Sunoo remained silent, and that was when Riki felt the strain pulling taut over them. He stopped and glanced at Jungwon, who was beginning to frown with defensively crossed arms.

“So, about you and Sunghoon Hyung the other day…” Riki began conversationally.

Jungwon grimaced in one big, offended gesture to the three, eyes wildly impatient. “It was nothing! Why do you guys want to know so bad?”

Riki and Jay flinched back a little, but Sunoo was over it as he checked his cuticles. Jungwon, to the boys, looked crazy. Clearing his throat, Riki thinned his lips. “Because Hyung won’t tell us either.”

“Good.” Jungwon nodded.

Jay spared a questioning glance at the younger ones, who both made a gesture of their hands, slicing the air by their neck. Cut it out.

Jungwon obviously felt bad for snapping at his friends, but even he couldn’t contain the storm of his own conflict into digestible words. That he wanted a break from Leerae? That deep inside, he knew exactly where the discourse was rotting from. It wasn’t enough. The guilt brusquely stopped him from exploring.

Jungwon sighed, scanning the Palace where several men and women sauntered across the upper floors. Leerae would be here soon. He crossed his arms tighter, forcing his eyes from the railings to the glass doors when he stopped dead in his tracks.

You were there.

You were wearing a sweet, pink dress where embellishments glittered at the cloudy ruffles, and reflected off the lanterns. Your hair fell in a way that complemented your face, gliding over skin like honey. Diamonds dangled off your ears, and your bare collarbone shimmered with one dainty gem.

Jungwon’s heart stopped, feeling the urge to explore the hills of said collarbones and the smooth sea of skin. Heck, he held his breath so he could commit all his energy into imprinting your figure into memory. His breath hitched before he forced himself to blink, holding his arms tighter. He couldn’t go there.

You were standing, looking around for something. Your hands were fiddling with another chain on your wrist. Jungwon squinted and smiled ever so slightly when he saw it was the sun bracelet he had gifted you.

Flutters swallowed his stomach. It was incredibly unnerving.

Before Jungwon could decide whether or not to greet you, Sunghoon, in his royal navy suit, approached from behind with a glittering crown that demanded respect.

Sunghoon tapped your shoulder, startling you to turn around, but Jungwon could tell you were smiling. His heart sank as Sunghoon’s hand slithered to your mid back, walking you into the Palace where chandeliers marked the ceilings like stars, and where more royals were gathered.

He almost followed, magnetised, but then, a voice called out.

“Won!” said the voice behind him. The figure strolled into his side with a hug. From the height and giggle, it was Leerae. The other three boys awkwardly floated away, giving them space.

Jungwon buried the discourse before it could sting. He needed a whole business day to map his feelings.

“Hey,” he said quietly, a hesitant hand landing on her upper back. She stiffened, retracting a little while clinging to his arm.

“You okay?” She asked curiously. He nodded; the flutters from before went dormant.

“You look good,” he said after a while. And at least that was true. She wore a white and emerald gown that cascaded to her ankles.

Nudging a proud elbow into him, she grinned, fully linking arms. “It’s custom. Sent by my mother in Tir Na Nog!”

He nodded without an ounce of intrigue, eyes wandering dangerously to the garden doors. She furrowed her brows, a hand on his other arm as she came before him. That got his attention.

“You seem distracted. Did something happen?” She asked, cautious.

“I’m fine,” he affirmed. At that, she melted and leaned in for a routine kiss, but Jungwon’s adrenaline broke through, and he dodged it gracefully.

Leerae pulled back with brittle bewilderment.

“I’m thirsty. Do you want anything to drink? I’ll go get it.” Jungwon stepped back.

She blinked, taken aback. “Sure. Some water would help.”

Jungwon flew up those steps.

—

YOU FELT OUT OF PLACE.

Not because of your attire, but because when you stood beside Sunghoon and his outrageously sparkly crown, it was bound to attract other eyes. But these people probably had no clue who you were. Maybe they did from the raging tabloids, but it didn’t matter. It was going to be negative either way.

An unknown girl smothered by the Prince Park Sunghoon while ladies lined up for him. Your mother, actually, had given such a delighted smile from across the room that you felt obligated to stay in place beside him as if you were his trophy.

That discomfort bubbled down below as you fiddled with the Sun bracelet. Honestly, you didn’t know why you wore it. It had peeked out from your jewellery stand, and without thinking, you had marked your wrist with it.

It seemed silly now. But it provided a soothing balm when you fiddled with it.

The girls weren’t here yet, so as you stood with him, you sought out your friends.

Sunghoon straightened, sparing a sneaky glance over your shiny eyes and cheeks before spotting your fingers and the new, pink set. “The nails look really good, by the way.” He subtly smirked.

You smiled a little. “Only because you chose this set,” you mumbled back quietly. “Thank you, by the way.”

“No problem.” He replied softly, meeting your gaze with duty. When you returned it, his admiration flashed brighter than the chandeliers. It was too much.

He didn’t hide it. And you didn’t know what to do with that information, and glanced away. Very quickly, you became distracted as Jungwon came into sight and strummed your heartstrings.

He was looking for something, lips pursed as he scoured the table of glass drinks with utmost concentration. A glass was already in his hands, so it meant that Leerae was here. Right.

She was a Princess. Someone well respected and well-versed in everything that came to magic. Leerae was a decisive force while your own thoughts argued over one decision.

For example, how she ditched you so easily over the potion project, and didn’t hesitate to leave you in loneliness.

You blinked at Jungwon, not knowing what you wanted. But then, he froze like he felt something brush over him, and gazed up, locking eyes. That alone was enough to suck you into the stars that made his mind. If you could explore just a little bit of that galaxy, maybe you wouldn’t be so disorganised in life.

His eyes twinkled just a little brighter when you held the gaze, heart thrumming louder in your chest, as if urging you to talk to him. But you couldn’t. So, you settled for staying there, magnetised without closing the distance.

Sunghoon glanced at your distracted gaze, following the steady path to see Jungwon standing with equal stability. Quiet fury flickered in chest. Sunghoon wasn’t stupid enough to be blind to Jungwon’s own actions, but he was going to stop it.

Swiftly hooking a hand around your arm, he tugged you back towards the garden door. Your fiddling abruptly stopped, and you snapped out of it.

“I want to show you our maze. Different flowers grow there,” Sunghoon said, ushering you forward.

“A maze?” you echoed, voice still struggling to keep up as you spared one last glance at Jungwon. He didn’t take his eyes off, however. His gaze treaded pleasantly at your back, but you ignored it.

“Yeah. My sister and I always got lost in there. We always played hide-and-seek,” he explained. Through the various colours of ballgowns and suits, you were outside again in the darker night, descending the steps to Sunghoon’s request.

On your left was the infamous maze, but on your right, your friends were already in a small circle and instantly spotted you. Hanni gawked while Minji waved exaggeratedly with a grin. You didn’t get to wave because Sunghoon’s hand slithered down your bare arm to engulf your hand with guidance.

He swallowed your fingers with his, leaving no room for movement. After passing through whispers of people, one of whom was Leerae, you walked faster until the entrance of the maze stood high with glittering lights.

Sunghoon led you into the path of hedges and petals, gradually eroding the anxiety sitting like a rock in your chest. And he was still holding your hand with certainty. No one had held your hand for so long and with such determination. The attention, however, blossomed pink petals to cluster about the crown of your head before you could even stop the guilty pleasure from reaching your brain.

Sunghoon slowed once the murmur of the crowd faded into clouds. “So, up to standard?” he asked, letting go of your hand to lean back on a hedge. Said hedge had patterns of pink, white, and gold roses.

“They’re beautiful,” you agreed, nodding. “And maintained.”

He grinned, eyes twinkling with that triumphant shimmer rather than the calm ones that belonged to Jungwon.

“You can tell?” He gazed with heavy interest, almost bruising into your side profile.

“I can. They smell sweet,” you said, ignoring the force of his attention, and cupping the soft petals in your palm. Your thumb brushed the green, rigid stem. “Strong as well. No drooping.”

“You’re good at this,” he murmured beneath a knowing, slow smile.

“I’m a nature fairy, Sunghoon,” you said, chuckling. Flirting like this was still a new territory to explore. Though Sunghoon’s blatant, resilient stare, the tender smile, and how his chest nearly brushed your shoulder were enough to tell you he was making the advances.

“Not what I meant.” He tucked a strand behind your ear, lingering with hope, and then brushed your jaw like a hidden letter.

He didn’t stop at your inquisitive gaze, reaching the pink clusters above your ears. They bled a deeper pink, making him slowly tilt his head. “You’re good at pulling me in.”

Inching closer, you backed up into the hedges until it looked as if you were in a bed of roses. Sunghoon found you pretty like this, and inched closer with intent, hovering over you with all smiles and a gentle voice.

“You’re resilient, and beautiful, and so…” he scanned your bewildered eyes, even pretty then. “… so kind.”

Flustered, you looked down, looking to fiddle with the bracelet, but instead of cold beads, you felt nothing. Panic briefly arose like thorns, eyes darting from one wrist to another, but Sunghoon, in all obliviousness, tipped your chin up to lock gazes. That fractured your breath.

Soon enough, his hand joined your cheek in union, the hope in his eyes flourishing at a speed you couldn’t keep up with. A thumb rubbed in a discernible shape, but under the sparks of your cheek, you couldn’t decide what you wanted right now.

Sunghoon was glorious. His features were arranged in harmony, like a Prince should have. Over the past few days, he was excessively generous without debt. But this was the biggest one. He was leading it up to this moment.

You should have been flattered, but all you found was a confusing puzzle you couldn’t piece. Just as he leaned in, eyes clouded, your shoulders locked up, and that initial appreciation hit your limbs with adrenaline.

Like a coward, you ran from his side, cheeks warm, hair blossoming with purple petals. Sunghoon stumbled, kissing a flower instead. Retreating, he wiped his lips with the back of a hand, disappointed. But, he didn’t give chase.

When you made it out after a few stressful turns, you bumped into Minji, and she turned with the other girls. You melted in relief.

“Where were you?” She asked, holding you firmly by the shoulders.

You tensed. Haerin spotted the violet in your hair. “Did something happen?”

The girls turned, expectant and silent. With no choice, you met their gazes.

“I think Sunghoon tried to kiss me.”

Hanni nearly fainted, but Dani held her arm without breaking her own shock. All the girls had their jaws dropped. Even Haerin.

—

Jungwon, to his dismay, was looking for you.

Well, it sounded weird, but it wasn’t. In his hand was the sun bracelet that you had lost at some point. Seeing it abandoned, Jungwon was determined to return it to you.

The only problem was that he couldn’t find you because Sunghoon had taken you somewhere. And he couldn’t find him either.

Around him, the boys talked and entertained themselves where the crowd was beginning to gather. The urgency to return it prickled him before it got too squished. His thumb relayed over the bead’s surface, as if he could corrode and find some balance of peace to take himself.

Leerae was somewhere with her friends, and he didn’t even care. That was the worst part. He didn’t care. How was he supposed to move past that conclusion? What was he supposed to do with that conclusion? A relationship couldn’t be built like that.

“Anyone know where Sunghoon is?” Jake asked, pushing his glasses up.

“Speeches, remember? Thousandth year of Eraklyon, so royal shit, I guess,” said Heeseung, fixing his black bowtie. Then, he diligently stole Jay’s drink right out of his hand. Jay’s smile vanished.

“That was mine—”

“Tradition this, tradition that. Why don’t we just wing it?” Riki crossed his arms with a grumble.

Sunoo scowled. “Why don’t you ask him?”

“I would if I could, but he’s gone,” Riki returned, dangerously nearing a quarrel.

Jay huffed, giving up as Heeseung hoarded his drink, and crossed his arms. “It’s not just tradition, Riki. It’s legacy. I read that this was the day the first-ever King courted his wife.”

“Yeah, I’m not that old,” Riki remarked with a raised brow. Jay rubbed the bridge of his nose, giving up with the younger one.

“Whatever.”

Jungwon heard it all before it went out of the other ear. Soon enough, he couldn’t hear them at all. Eager to find you, his eyes wandered intrusively over clusters of people before he found you and the pale petals blossomed in your hair.

Jungwon looked back at his friends and, when he found them busy, he floated away and through the crowd. The bracelet was cradled in his palm, close to his torso, as if glass.

He saw you more clearly now after excusing himself. Your back was to him, displaying those shoulder blades that corrupted every pillar of calm, and you were deep in conversation with your friends. Though he couldn’t even tell what colour they wore. He only saw your sweet, pink gown rippling off your body.

Bracelet. That was the goal.

Exhaling for a few seconds, Jungwon had only taken two strides before the garden lanterns dimmed, and spotlights hit the upper floors of the Palace. People quietened instantly, facing forward. Jungwon had no choice and followed.

The garden doors opened to reveal King and Queen Park, Princess Yerin, who was Sunghoon’s younger sister, and Sunghoon himself, descending the steps with a silent demand of respect.

Out of the corner of his eye, you were closer than he thought. Gripping the bracelet, he decided the bracelet could be returned after the speech. After all, it couldn’t take that long. Jungwon forced himself to face the royal family, even if Sunghoon’s presence set a fuse off.

King Park smiled at the crowd, his voice reaching miles beyond. “Welcome, everyone, and thank you for coming. Today marks the thousandth year of Eraklyon becoming an established Kingdom. Along with today, Eraklyon has proudly helped our neighbouring Kingdom, Karunda.”

Jungwon stared at Sunghoon. It felt petty to ignore him. What if what he had said was true? Sighing, Jungwon broke out of it as the King droned on about scholarships, rebuilding the country, and the truce with Melody. But Jungwon followed the path of Sunghoon’s own focus.

It led to you. You stood there with shoulders strung together with untold tension, eyes hesitant as it flickered by the family, and your one hand engulfing your empty wrist. It only made Jungwon’s heart ache as he yearned to give back the bracelet. Not yet.

“And now, my Son has a very important announcement to make,” the King said heartily. Sunghoon stepped forward as the crowd murmured in interest. It pulled Jungwon’s attention, too.

“Thank you, Father. Tonight, I want to carry on a legacy,” said Sunghoon, making Jungwon’s mind flash white with alarm. Legacy? The boys had been talking about it before, and Jay had said the King courted the person he liked.

Tonight, when thinking of Sunghoon, he had been magnetised to your hip half the time. Jungwon’s stomach twisted with erratic discomfort as his breath hitched.

The crowd burst into small conversations again.

Sunghoon smiled, eyes darting to yours again with such blistering resolution that your shoulders tightened into a painful knot. Your fingers tightened over your wrist.

“Thankfully, I know a very beautiful girl has come here tonight,” he said softly.

The crowd was beginning to grow louder, half excitement and half suspicion. Jungwon’s guts didn’t feel so good, and his fingers tightened over the sun bracelet.

Sunghoon took it as a sign and began to descend the stairs. Once reaching the ground, people parted automatically, hushed conversations following as Sunghoon made his way to you. Jungwon’s heart stopped as you stepped back once, intimidated, trying to disappear.

“And I wish for one thing, if she would give it to me,” Sunghoon continued, stopping right before you, eyes glittering with expectation.

You glanced at the crowd once, bewilderment gripping your chest. “Sunghoon—” you tried to whisper.

That went over his head because he wasn’t done. He got onto one knee, still smiling. The whole audience gasped audibly. You nearly jumped back in surprise, becoming ice, trying to piece something so obvious together.

Your friends nearly screamed. Jungwon nearly screamed, but he refrained from shouting in confusion.

Despite your clear alarm, Sunghoon held out a hand.

“I want to court you, Jeon Y/n. Would you accept?”

This was crazy. One part of yourself told you it was a simulation, and you were about to get slapped into reality. But then, you heard Riki over the commotion, saying, “Did I hear that right?”, and you knew it was absolutely real.

He was waiting. So many questions stormed through your head. Several scenarios of how this could end terribly made chaos among your thoughts. If you rejected Sunghoon, you would embarrass yourself and him. But how could you accept?

Sure, Sunghoon had been nothing but nice, offering parts of his charm to you in different hangouts, but this?

Courting? You? A non-princess? The girl from the tabloids?

Still having remnants of shock in the system, you looked around for a trusted adult. When you found your mother, she had the most beaming face ever. Everything opposite to your inner turmoil.

You looked elsewhere, but the unfamiliar faces closed in, and the pressure on your shoulders felt aggravating until each stare weighed a thousand boulders. You caved.

Your hand crept out, hesitantly landing atop his palm, and as soon as it did, Sunghoon stood with triumph sparkling through his smile. Applause and more murmurs among the crowd exploded throughout the royal yard, freezing you to the spot even more.

Sunghoon, in all his audacity, kissed your knuckles, head bent and everything. Despite all that, your whole body stayed frozen. None of his kisses melted you to react or to speak. You couldn’t. Because this was too surreal and too quick. The ground beneath you felt like it was gone within a second.

You had no idea if anyone saw it at all.

But Jungwon did.

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So, here he was, arms outstretched as a man measured his torso. Around him, on similar, raised pedestals, were the boys. And since they were all in a circle in this luxurious dressing room, he could see Sunghoon right ahead of him, looking unbothered.

If he had to explain why he was so pissed, he wouldn't be able to.

His mood took a down hill when he saw Sunghoon tagged in your stories. You obviously had your other friends, but he found it strange that Sunghoon had approached you.

Whether it was rational or not wasn't something he had considered. Jungwon simply felt the discourse rattling like metal, and he knew something about him didn't like it. Perks of feeling everything too much.

After the seamstress measured his arms, Jungwon lowered them, and Beomgyu came over, fabric creased with undone work.

“So, you look terrible,” Beomgyu said next to where Jungwon was still standing on the podium. Jungwon raised a brow.

“You know you're not done, right?” Jungwon gestured to another man who was writing away on his tablet.

Beomgy made a scrunched face of dismissal. “He writes slow. I'll be fine.”

Jungwon nodded once before stepping down from the podium. “Why are you pestering me?”

Mischief curled at the edges of Beomgyu's lips and into a wicked smile. Jungwon cringed.

“Because the tension is practically suffocating. I can't breathe,” he said, leaning closer to Jungwon and even leaning his chin on his shoulder, eyes wide and blinking. “I need to know more.”

Jungwon shrugged him off swiftly, the idea of talking about his problems annoying him. It was troubling because he couldn't even form any of his anger into coherent thoughts. It wasn't anger. It was frustration, and even then, he still couldn't lay out a road that explained why.

“There is no tension. Piss off, Beomgyu,” he muttered, eyes elsewhere. However, Beomgyu clicked his finger as if he knew what it was, and Jungwon’s stomach twisted.

“I know what it is. It's—”

“Jungwon.” Sunghoon's voice came behind Beomgyu just as he was about to reach a verdict. Jungwon snapped his gaze over Beomgyu's shoulder, seeing Sunghoon looming over like a storm cloud.

Beomgyu's lips were frozen in a part before he straightened and turned with a smile. “Hi, Sunghoon!”

“Hey, Beomgyu. I just need to talk to Jungwon.” Sunghoon glanced at the younger one, eyes gleaming with ice. “Alone.”

Again, Beomgyu looked between Jungwon, who was staring back at Sunghoon, and back again. He took his cue and left gracefully back to his seamstress.

Without speaking, Sunghoon walked past Jungwon, a silent demand to follow him away from the rest of the group. However, the other boys all noticed.

Sunoo and Riki glanced at each other. “Well, that's going to blow,” said Riki.

Sunoo nodded in agreement for once.

─ ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

“What is it?” Jungwon asked as they arrived in a random hallway of the fancy marquee that was a tailor shop. The ceilings had creases as if it was made of fabric, and the pearly hallways were empty.

Sunghoon's back was to him when he stopped, and he turned slowly. The ice had melted into a quiet impatience that Jungwon couldn't understand.

“What's your problem?” Sunghoon hissed.

Taken aback, Jungwon straightened more. “What?”

A scoff left Sunghoon as he shifted, trying to find the right words. “You have been acting like I've done something to you.”

When Jungwon didn't give an answer and instead rolled his eyes, Sunghoon inched closer as the hallway fell with tension.

“Did I do something to you?” Sunghoon asked more quietly now, but with thorns.

“No. Except for the time you told on me and Y/n about Leerae,” Jungwon said, finding that this was only a fraction of what his reason was.

Sunghoon scoffed again, a very dark and exasperated smirk appearing. “You’re still on that? Is that what this is about?”

Jungwon stayed silent. The whole reason wasn't laid out, and he wasn't going to reveal it when even he didn't know where the root of his frustration was.

“Fine,” Sunghoon said with a sigh, returning to that icy demeanour. “I’m sorry if I put a rift in your relationship by telling her you were with Y/n.”

Jungwon's brows sank, a quiet disbelief rising instead of the gratitude that Sunghoon wanted to see. So, the older one stepped closer again, leaning in with knives in his eyes.

“But you should focus all that attitude on the girlfriend you do have. Not being petty. Focus on your relationship.” Sunghoon tilted his head before Jungwon could even reply, and he walked away.

Alone in the hallway, Jungwon didn't realise how hard he was clenching his fists, irritated at Sunghoon, but also irritated at himself.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

۶ৎ << M.LIST >>

۶ৎ───[NOTES] : I am on a roll lmao. I love writing angry people lol and tension. The next chapter is REALLY juicy lol. Jungwon... he'll get there at some point lol. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed <3

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So, here he was, arms outstretched as a man measured his torso. Around him, on similar, raised pedestals, were the boys. And since they were all in a circle in this luxurious dressing room, he could see Sunghoon right ahead of him, looking unbothered.

If he had to explain why he was so pissed, he wouldn't be able to.

His mood took a down hill when he saw Sunghoon tagged in your stories. You obviously had your other friends, but he found it strange that Sunghoon had approached you.

Whether it was rational or not wasn't something he had considered. Jungwon simply felt the discourse rattling like metal, and he knew something about him didn't like it. Perks of feeling everything too much.

After the seamstress measured his arms, Jungwon lowered them, and Beomgyu came over, fabric creased with undone work.

“So, you look terrible,” Beomgyu said next to where Jungwon was still standing on the podium. Jungwon raised a brow.

“You know you're not done, right?” Jungwon gestured to another man who was writing away on his tablet.

Beomgy made a scrunched face of dismissal. “He writes slow. I'll be fine.”

Jungwon nodded once before stepping down from the podium. “Why are you pestering me?”

Mischief curled at the edges of Beomgyu's lips and into a wicked smile. Jungwon cringed.

“Because the tension is practically suffocating. I can't breathe,” he said, leaning closer to Jungwon and even leaning his chin on his shoulder, eyes wide and blinking. “I need to know more.”

Jungwon shrugged him off swiftly, the idea of talking about his problems annoying him. It was troubling because he couldn't even form any of his anger into coherent thoughts. It wasn't anger. It was frustration, and even then, he still couldn't lay out a road that explained why.

“There is no tension. Piss off, Beomgyu,” he muttered, eyes elsewhere. However, Beomgyu clicked his finger as if he knew what it was, and Jungwon’s stomach twisted.

“I know what it is. It's—”

“Jungwon.” Sunghoon's voice came behind Beomgyu just as he was about to reach a verdict. Jungwon snapped his gaze over Beomgyu's shoulder, seeing Sunghoon looming over like a storm cloud.

Beomgyu's lips were frozen in a part before he straightened and turned with a smile. “Hi, Sunghoon!”

“Hey, Beomgyu. I just need to talk to Jungwon.” Sunghoon glanced at the younger one, eyes gleaming with ice. “Alone.”

Again, Beomgyu looked between Jungwon, who was staring back at Sunghoon, and back again. He took his cue and left gracefully back to his seamstress.

Without speaking, Sunghoon walked past Jungwon, a silent demand to follow him away from the rest of the group. However, the other boys all noticed.

Sunoo and Riki glanced at each other. “Well, that's going to blow,” said Riki.

Sunoo nodded in agreement for once.

─ ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

“What is it?” Jungwon asked as they arrived in a random hallway of the fancy marquee that was a tailor shop. The ceilings had creases as if it was made of fabric, and the pearly hallways were empty.

Sunghoon's back was to him when he stopped, and he turned slowly. The ice had melted into a quiet impatience that Jungwon couldn't understand.

“What's your problem?” Sunghoon hissed.

Taken aback, Jungwon straightened more. “What?”

A scoff left Sunghoon as he shifted, trying to find the right words. “You have been acting like I've done something to you.”

When Jungwon didn't give an answer and instead rolled his eyes, Sunghoon inched closer as the hallway fell with tension.

“Did I do something to you?” Sunghoon asked more quietly now, but with thorns.

“No. Except for the time you told on me and Y/n about Leerae,” Jungwon said, finding that this was only a fraction of what his reason was.

Sunghoon scoffed again, a very dark and exasperated smirk appearing. “You’re still on that? Is that what this is about?”

Jungwon stayed silent. The whole reason wasn't laid out, and he wasn't going to reveal it when even he didn't know where the root of his frustration was.

“Fine,” Sunghoon said with a sigh, returning to that icy demeanour. “I’m sorry if I put a rift in your relationship by telling her you were with Y/n.”

Jungwon's brows sank, a quiet disbelief rising instead of the gratitude that Sunghoon wanted to see. So, the older one stepped closer again, leaning in with knives in his eyes.

“But you should focus all that attitude on the girlfriend you do have. Not being petty. Focus on your relationship.” Sunghoon tilted his head before Jungwon could even reply, and he walked away.

Alone in the hallway, Jungwon didn't realise how hard he was clenching his fists, irritated at Sunghoon, but also irritated at himself.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

۶ৎ << M.LIST >>

۶ৎ───[NOTES] : I am on a roll lmao. I love writing angry people lol and tension. The next chapter is REALLY juicy lol. Jungwon... he'll get there at some point lol. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed <3

🎀 REBLOGS, LIKES +COMMENTS are appreciated <3

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So, here he was, arms outstretched as a man measured his torso. Around him, on similar, raised pedestals, were the boys. And since they were all in a circle in this luxurious dressing room, he could see Sunghoon right ahead of him, looking unbothered.

If he had to explain why he was so pissed, he wouldn't be able to.

His mood took a down hill when he saw Sunghoon tagged in your stories. You obviously had your other friends, but he found it strange that Sunghoon had approached you.

Whether it was rational or not wasn't something he had considered. Jungwon simply felt the discourse rattling like metal, and he knew something about him didn't like it. Perks of feeling everything too much.

After the seamstress measured his arms, Jungwon lowered them, and Beomgyu came over, fabric creased with undone work.

“So, you look terrible,” Beomgyu said next to where Jungwon was still standing on the podium. Jungwon raised a brow.

“You know you're not done, right?” Jungwon gestured to another man who was writing away on his tablet.

Beomgy made a scrunched face of dismissal. “He writes slow. I'll be fine.”

Jungwon nodded once before stepping down from the podium. “Why are you pestering me?”

Mischief curled at the edges of Beomgyu's lips and into a wicked smile. Jungwon cringed.

“Because the tension is practically suffocating. I can't breathe,” he said, leaning closer to Jungwon and even leaning his chin on his shoulder, eyes wide and blinking. “I need to know more.”

Jungwon shrugged him off swiftly, the idea of talking about his problems annoying him. It was troubling because he couldn't even form any of his anger into coherent thoughts. It wasn't anger. It was frustration, and even then, he still couldn't lay out a road that explained why.

“There is no tension. Piss off, Beomgyu,” he muttered, eyes elsewhere. However, Beomgyu clicked his finger as if he knew what it was, and Jungwon’s stomach twisted.

“I know what it is. It's—”

“Jungwon.” Sunghoon's voice came behind Beomgyu just as he was about to reach a verdict. Jungwon snapped his gaze over Beomgyu's shoulder, seeing Sunghoon looming over like a storm cloud.

Beomgyu's lips were frozen in a part before he straightened and turned with a smile. “Hi, Sunghoon!”

“Hey, Beomgyu. I just need to talk to Jungwon.” Sunghoon glanced at the younger one, eyes gleaming with ice. “Alone.”

Again, Beomgyu looked between Jungwon, who was staring back at Sunghoon, and back again. He took his cue and left gracefully back to his seamstress.

Without speaking, Sunghoon walked past Jungwon, a silent demand to follow him away from the rest of the group. However, the other boys all noticed.

Sunoo and Riki glanced at each other. “Well, that's going to blow,” said Riki.

Sunoo nodded in agreement for once.

─ ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

“What is it?” Jungwon asked as they arrived in a random hallway of the fancy marquee that was a tailor shop. The ceilings had creases as if it was made of fabric, and the pearly hallways were empty.

Sunghoon's back was to him when he stopped, and he turned slowly. The ice had melted into a quiet impatience that Jungwon couldn't understand.

“What's your problem?” Sunghoon hissed.

Taken aback, Jungwon straightened more. “What?”

A scoff left Sunghoon as he shifted, trying to find the right words. “You have been acting like I've done something to you.”

When Jungwon didn't give an answer and instead rolled his eyes, Sunghoon inched closer as the hallway fell with tension.

“Did I do something to you?” Sunghoon asked more quietly now, but with thorns.

“No. Except for the time you told on me and Y/n about Leerae,” Jungwon said, finding that this was only a fraction of what his reason was.

Sunghoon scoffed again, a very dark and exasperated smirk appearing. “You’re still on that? Is that what this is about?”

Jungwon stayed silent. The whole reason wasn't laid out, and he wasn't going to reveal it when even he didn't know where the root of his frustration was.

“Fine,” Sunghoon said with a sigh, returning to that icy demeanour. “I’m sorry if I put a rift in your relationship by telling her you were with Y/n.”

Jungwon's brows sank, a quiet disbelief rising instead of the gratitude that Sunghoon wanted to see. So, the older one stepped closer again, leaning in with knives in his eyes.

“But you should focus all that attitude on the girlfriend you do have. Not being petty. Focus on your relationship.” Sunghoon tilted his head before Jungwon could even reply, and he walked away.

Alone in the hallway, Jungwon didn't realise how hard he was clenching his fists, irritated at Sunghoon, but also irritated at himself.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

۶ৎ << M.LIST >>

۶ৎ───[NOTES] : I am on a roll lmao. I love writing angry people lol and tension. The next chapter is REALLY juicy lol. Jungwon... he'll get there at some point lol. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed <3

🎀 REBLOGS, LIKES +COMMENTS are appreciated <3

╰┈➤ 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask<3)

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