#3racha fantasy au

[lavenderbang]

The Legend of 3racha

Fantasy au! 3racha x reader

Genre(s): Fantasy au! (y’all are wanders who do various quests :)), Fluff, comfort, comedy (maybe???), adventurer/wander/bounty-hunter 3racha!

Warning(s): monsters, fighting (slight blood/injury), swearing, alcohol consumption, but that’s pretty much it though

W.C: 13.7k

Summary: You and your trio of misfits are known for taking a variety of quests and odd-jobs that require your skill set. What happens when you are requested for specifically to take down a monster near the dark woods?

A/N: I had this vision of 3racha as a party (in the dnd sense of the word) and I haven’t got it out of my brain since! This has taken quite a long time to come to fruition, but it's here now! Enjoy, and as usual, ignore any typos, my brain is dumb :)

2nd A/N: Okay so I had the idea to set this in the same universe as my Felix fantasy au (which you can find here) halfway through writing this. Its NOT necessary to read to understand this fic, but there will be references if you want to check it out! Now back to 3racha being a party :3

They own my heart I’m soft...

You entered the tavern, kicking the mud off your riding boots and lowering the hood of your cape. It was gloomy outside today, cloudy and muggy with a drizzling of rain, but it was nothing you four couldn’t handle.

Four meaning the members of your little party, 3racha (Just go with it pls)

It was lead by Bang Chan, a strong, mysterious fellow who looked about as deadly as they come. He grew up alone in the northern mountains, learning everything there is to know about tracking and hunting. He could track anything, animal or beast. Despite his reclusive upbringing and outward appearance, Chan is a calm, and gentle soul; He manages everything (democratically of course), such as group funds, what jobs you’d be taking, where you’d move next, what the plan of attack was, etc. The three of you placed a lot of trust in Chan, which he received by never leading your group astray.

Then there was Seo Changbin, the proudest meathead around. Despite his shorter stature, he was easily the strongest on your team. He used to be a royal guard for the kingdom of Levanter when he fell in love with the royal apothecary. This was forbidden by the king, so Changbin was striped of his position and exiled from the kingdom. He has been on the road ever since, not having a definite place to call home. He is kind-hearted and loyal above all else, and wont hesitate to protect the rest of the group no matter what it takes. He also has a bit of a temper, but that makes it all the more fun for your team to tease him.

Han Jisung was the third, a foreign prince with a connection to medicinal magic. Jisung was lined up to be duke of the southwestern plains; he even was presented with a suitor, the princess to the southeastern sea kingdom Reve. However, not liking his destiny, he ran away, only to find his place with the group. He has an exceptional way of using charms and spells to heal. But don’t let the idea of a healer fool you; He is incredibly cheeky and playful, almost like a child. While his hyper personality has gotten you into trouble before, it also lifts the spirits of the rest of the group, which is always Jisung’s goal.

And that left you, (Y/N) (L/N). You used to be an apprentice to a great warlock; he taught you a fair bit of magic before you realized his only concern was himself. Eventually, when money ran short, he tried to sell you off to a brothel, but you managed to escape and find your place among the already established and well-known group of three. You were a powerful warlock now too, using every challenge to grow and cultivate your powers and reading up on spells when you could. You tried your best to help the boys as much as possible, as they became like a family to you and you cared for them very much.

“Thank god we are finally here.” Jisung shivered, blowing into his hands after entering the tavern, “It’s freezing.” The four of you looked around at the hustle and bustle of the tavern; joyous music, lots of chatter and laughter and the smell of warm food wafting into your nose.

“Go sit down over there, I’ll talk to the bar-hand.” Chan hummed, pointing to a table in the corner. You nodded, following where Chan had pointed and sat at the table.

“I wonder what she wants?” Changbin huffed out, digging the tip of his claymore into the wooden flooring. You had been summoned by letter by the duchess of central valley, told to go to the tavern on the northern border of the city of Miroh to receive further instruction. And who were you to ignore a request from a duchess? 

She was directly under the command of King and Queen Yang, the rulers of every city on the western half of the map. The central valley was a large dominion gifted to her by the king and queen; a summoning from her was not to be taken lightly...

“Not sure, but doubt it’s good.” Jisung speculated, folding his arms on the table and leaning his chin onto them, “I mean, why be so vague if it’s good?”

“Maybe it’s secret and she couldn’t write it over letter.” You suggested, trying to bring the energy of the boys up. Jisung mumbled anxiously and Changbin just scoffed, leaning back in his chair. You looked out the window and bit your lip nervously; it wasn’t like you were criminals, but (at least your’s and Jisung’s case) you were runaways... Maybe that had finally caught up to you? It stressed you out thinking of it, so you shook the thought from your head, laying your staff across your lap.

Soon Chan approached you and sat down in the chair beside you, folding his arms over his broad chest and leaning back on the back of the chair. His face was unreadable, mouth pulled into a line and eyes glancing around the tavern.

“So?” You asked, blinking nervously at Chan.

“We are to wait a bit longer, as the duchess hasn’t arrived yet.” Chan said flatly, earning a groan from the other two boys. A woman approached the table to take your orders; you knew her as the wife of the tavern owner Felix.

“We’ll have a round of ale for the table.” Chan said politely and nodded his head as she left. You and the other two boy perked up to this.

“I thought you said we couldn’t afford any extra expenses until our next job?” Jisung asked, tilting his head like a puppy who just heard its name.

“We can’t, but you guys look glum and could use a little something to cheer you up.” Chan explained with a soft smile. Changbin cracks a grin for what seems like the first time since arriving, and Jisung sits up, cheering at the idea of consuming something besides stale bread and water (which was all you could carry at the moment). You nudged Chan’s arm to get his attention and when you had it, you mouthed a silent ‘thank you’, which sweetened his smile to the point where his eyes turned into little crescents.

He ruffled your hair, before he said “So, what do you think the duchess wants?”

“Not sure.” Changbin sighs. Your drinks arrive and you swear nothing felt better than the warmth of alcohol dribbling down your throat. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Changbin continues, “Worse case scenario, she’s going to try and arrest us, but we’ll just have to fight our way out then.”

“Oh yeah? what if she brings thirty guards with her?” Chan quipped, amusement painted on his features.

“I’ll take them all on,” Changbin boasted, cracking his knuckles, “I would never let some silly duchess take you guys away.” Your heart melted at the notion, but it was soon interrupted by someone behind you clearing their throat.

“Silly, am I?” The duchess said, eyebrow raised. The four of you turned to see her standing there, accompanied by two guards who you thought could probably pick you up and throw you. Changbin��s face went red from embarrassment and Jisung stifled a laugh, coughing to cover it as Changbin kicked him under the table.

“Apologies, Good Lady of the Central Valley.” You quickly apologized, veering at Changbin, “My associate here seems to have had too much ale, as he’s become a bit foolish.” The duchess hummed, unimpressed.

“Excuse me, My Lady.” Chan said, bowing his head, “Why have you summoned us here?”

“We must talk in private,” She responded, before turning and calling over her shoulder, “Come this way.” You looked at Jisung (who looked just a unsure as you) and then Changbin, who mumbled out a ‘sorry’ from the previous incident. You rolled you eyes and looked to Chan, who simple shrugged and stood. You followed the duchess to the back room behind the bar. It was a small room, lined with barrels and crates of spare utensils and glasses.

“Close the door.” She instructed, to which you followed with a polite bow of your head. The four of you stood, staring at her intently before she cleared her throat again and straightened out her posture.

“I’ve never been fond of your folk.” She spat, grimacing like you were a plague, “Wanders do nothing beside bring mess to the places they visit.” Changbin opened his mouth to argue, but you grabbed his shoulder to stop him. You turned you attention back to the duchess, but placed your hand in his, squeezing it to hopefully calm the boy.

“They are brash and rude,” She said with a glare to Changbin. It made your blood boil, but you relaxed for the sake of a smooth interaction. She then glanced at the rest of your party, her face still sour, “Living in lawless lands before coming to my domain and thriving off the wealth of my people.”

“My Lady, I’m sure you have not summoned us here just to speak ill of our lifestyle.” Chan said, voice tight. You noticed the vein in his neck protruding and you realized he was just as angry as Changbin.

“You are correct.” She confirmed before sighing, pinching the bridge of her nose, “You see, my distaste aside, I have a job for you.” You blinked a couple times, not expecting her to offer you and the boys a quest.

“There have been reports of a large beast in the Dark Woods to the east that has been attacking my people. We have already lost a few commoners to this creature, and it keeps venturing more west. It is estimated that within a week, it would get as far as this city here.” The duchess explained, brushing her hair out of her face. Changbin’s hand tensed in yours, so you instinctively rubbed circles into it with your thumb.

“You want us to kill it, right?” Jisung interjected, to which the duchess nodded.

“Why not send your guards out to deal with it?” Chan asked, his tone slightly annoyed, which made you smirk. It was nice to see Chan subtly disrespecting the duchess.

“We already have.” She said, making your blood run cold, “They have never returned.”

“So you’re gonna send us cause we are disposable right?” Changbin grumbled, causing the duchess to roll her eyes at Changbin’s blatant disrespect.

“Because you’re useful.” She snapped back, “As much as I dislike your lifestyle, I am whiling to admit that you are more knowledgeable in the subject of monsters than my guards. As well as knowing the wild better too. “

“I would not ask you if I was not desperate, but alas, I care for my people.” The duchess finalized, sincerity in her tone, “Will you help by taking down the beast in the Dark Woods?”

The three of you look to Chan, who was deep in thought, staring at the floor. He tapped his foot lightly before looking back up at the duchess.

“We do not work for free, My Lady.” Chan said simply, crossing his arms over his chest, “What do you offer us in return?”

“I will pay you handsomely of course,” She answered, unwavering, “200 gold pieces for each of you to slay the beast and bring me it’s head.” Your eyes widened. That was quite a good price, as you’ve done much harder tasks for less, but Chan hummed nonchalantly.

“You’ll pay us half before we leave and half when we return.” Chan negotiated, tilting his head up to feel out the duchess’s desperation.

“I’ll pay a quarter now, and the rest when you bring me that monster’s head.” She said firmly, eyes sharp and scowl deep.

“A quarter now, the rest later, but you’ll fund our stay for the night at the inn upstairs.” Chan bartered, flashing her a grin, “We did travel all the way here, did we not, My Lady?” The duchess rolled her eyes but agreed nonetheless.

“You will leave first thing in the morning, and I expect your return before the sun sets two weeks from now.” She explained, She exited the tavern, the two, large guards at her side once again. The evening was still chilly and cloudy, so you were glad you could sleep inside tonight; the duchess frowned at Changbin, who still had his hand in yours, “I also expect you to address me with respect the next time I see you.”

 Changbin bit back his anger, wanting nothing more than to rip her head off, but simple settled for narrowing his eyes at her and grumbling. In all honesty, you wouldn’t mind ripping her head off either; but you refrained, keeping a blank expression.

“Of course, My Lady.” Chan said politely, waving her off as she got into her carriage. It sped off down the muddy street, and once it disappeared from sight, Changbin finally let out a growl, kicking at the dirt.

“How dare she treat us like trash and then expect us to help her.” Changbin shouted, finally letting himself go after behaving in front of the duchess, “Did you see the way she looked at me like I was nothing but the pavement beneath her foot?! I just- AGH!”

“Its okay Binnie,” Jisung tried to sooth the elder boy, but letting his own aggression out, “I think she pissed all of us off with that sweet opening number about how we are scum.” Chan just let out a scoff and shook his head, before taking a deep breath.

“Lets just go to the inn and rest for tomorrow.” He suggested, patting Changbin on the back reassuringly, “at least she provided us somewhere to rest.” You still held onto Changbin’s hand, it felt almost natural at this point, but it was warm and tense; so you simply gave it one more squeeze and it seemed to relax him a bit.

You were given a room upstairs that was pretty nice. There was a fireplace along the wall and an exotic rug in front of it. Above the fireplace hung a world map. There was a chair in the corner and a matching stool, but the main thing about the room was the two double beds that looked to have wool and quilted blankets on it, making them look more comfortable than anything you’ve seen in a long time. Each was accompanied by a nightstand that held extra candles and holders for more light.

“I wanna sleep with (Y/N)!” Jisung shouted out quickly, flopping down on the closest bed with a wide smile.

“No! I want to!” Changbin argued, jumping onto the closest bed too and trying to push him off. The two of them bickered and fought back and forth for a moment, causing you to giggle at their antics.

“I’m going to go and bring up something to eat from the tavern,” Chan called out over the ruckus, before nodding towards the other boys with a smirk, “Watch them and make sure they don’t break anything, okay?” You chucked and nodded closing the door as Chan left, approaching the other bed and sitting on it. You began to take off your boots when you feel the bed dip on either side of you.

“(Y/N), please tell Changbin you’re sleeping with me tonight!” Jisung huffed, only for Changbin to shove his shoulder. Jisung frowned, but held onto your arm, “I wanna cuddle.”

“No way! (Y/N), tell Jisung you’re gonna sleep with me!” Changbin pouts, holding onto your other arm. You laugh at the two of them, shaking your head.

“Both of you, figure it out yourselves.” You sighed endearingly, “Either of you would make a nice furnace for me to sleep warm, so I don’t care.”

“I suggest we arm wrestle.” Changbin says matter-of-factly, much to Jisung’s disapproval.

“No, that’s not fair! You’d obviously win! We need to pick something fair...” Jisung pouted, holding onto your hand, “(Y/N), pick a number between 1 and 10!” 

Just then, there was a knock on the door, before it opened to reveal Chan standing with a tray; it had four plates of meat, potatoes and veggies on it which he brought for the four of you to eat. But the boys barely even spared him a glance.

“Yeah that’s fair, pick a number between 1 and 10.” Changbin agreed, “we’ll guess and whoever is closest gets share a bed with you.”

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“Seven is the worst number. Nobody ever picks seven...” Jisung huffs, cheeks puffy with sleep and he pushed the blanket down to crawl under it.

“I know! It’s not fair...” Changbin groaned, sitting beside Jisung taking off his jacket to sleep, “Besides, Chan didn’t even care about where he slept! He shouldn’t have been allowed to guess.”

Chan simply snickered at the boys, who had been pouting and whining for almost thirty minutes about Chan winning the silly game.

“Fair is fair, he guessed the number I was thinking of.” You explained for the hundredth time, to which the other two boys let out a groan in agreement.

“Seven is stupid.” Jisung mumbled again, eyes closed and sleepiness evident in his voice, which made you smile. Changbin laid beside him, to which Jisung immediately turned and wrapped his arms around the older male. 

“Goodnight boys.” You called, to which Changbin and Jisung grunted, snuggling up together to get some warmth. It wasn’t long before you could hear the heavy breathing of them sleeping comfortably. You opened the blankets to crawl under the covers when you hear Chan putting his boots on.

“Where are you going?” You asked, staring at him from across the room. He was only illuminated by the fireplace; if you didn’t know any better, you’d find the man standing there almost scary.

“Going down to see if I can get some local information on the beast we are fighting.” He said simply, smiling softly at you, “I won’t be long, so get some rest.”

“Do you want me to come?” You asked starting to get out of bed only for Chan to stop you.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll be back, okay?” He said gently, and with that he left, closing the door behind him. You laid back down, closing your eyes and listening to the crackling of the fireplace and small snores from Jisung. But you couldn’t help but think of Chan and if he was safe; bad thoughts of him getting in trouble and you being asleep wandered through your head.

Sighing, you got up and opened one of the windows for some fresh air. You could hear the faint chattering of the tavern downstairs, which was good; you still went and cracked the door open just a bit to hear better. If Chan got into trouble, you wanted to know about it. Next, you lit the candle that was on the nightstand and grabbed your book of spells from your knapsack and brought it back to bed where you read it.

If you were to be awake, it was best to be productive, right?

You flipped through the pages, only yawning and rubbing your eyes occasionally. Most of the spells in the book you had mastered, as you’ve read this volume maybe a dozen times now. It was hard to practice a lot of them though, as they required a lot of open space and a subject to use them on.

A few hours go by until the door opens quietly and your eyes snap up to see Chan standing in the doorway. The fireplace was all but embers at this hour, so you could barely make out his figure as he closed the door gently behind him as not to make noise.

“Hey Chan.” You mumbled, yawning. You felt at ease now that he was back and safe.

“Hey, why are you still awake?” he asked with a voice barely above a whisper, taking his boots and cloak off and coming over to the bed. By the light of your candle, you could see him much better now, eyes tired and a smile that showed off his dimples present on his face.

“Couldn’t sleep with you out by yourself, so I’m reading.” You said simply. Chan sat beside you and you scooted closer to him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“What are you reading?” He asked, although he already knew the answer. He leaned his head onto yours, squishing his cheek against it; he would often do this when you sat next to each other. Just his way to show affection you supposed.

“My spell book.” You hummed, glancing down at the pages. Chan wrapped and arm around your shoulder and pulled you even closer him, his big frame bringing comfort to you as you relaxed into him.

“You should rest now, you look sleepy.” He said, pulling the book from your lap only for you to grab onto it tightly.

“Let me finish this section first.” You said, to which Chan let go of the book, allowing you to pull it back into your lap, “It’s only a few pages. It wont take long.”

“I’ll stay up with you until you finish.” He said, and when you started to protest he shushed you, “It wont take long, right? So I’ll be sleeping in no time.” He chuckled deep in his chest and you smiled, enjoying being close to Chan. 

You went to reading, looking down at the ink-work on the pages. However, within minutes, Chan could hear your small snores and he smiled to himself at how cute you were. He slowly pulled the book from your grasp, reaching over to set it on the nightstand before blowing out the candle. He gently removed you from his shoulder to lay you down onto his chest, to which you naturally wrapped your arms around him. 

Chan felt his heart beat faster and his face grew warm, as he held you close to him. Secretly, he was really happy about winning your silly game, because it was comfortable and nice to have you in his arms while you rested.

“Night (Y/N).” He hummed contently, placing a kiss on your forehead and letting himself fall asleep too.

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You woke up to a gentle shake of your shoulder, with the sun peeking right over the horizon and flooding into the room you were staying in.

“Come on (Y/N).” Jisung whispered, hand still on your shoulder, “We gotta get going now.” You groaned, pulling the soft blanket above your head. It had felt like you just fell asleep but it was already time to leave?

“(Y/N), the boys are already downstairs waiting for us,” Jisung reasoned; He tried to pull you up by grasping onto your shoulders, only for him to flop down and crush you with his weight when you refused to sit up.

“Just a bit longer, please.” You whined, taking your hands out from under the covers to hold onto Jisung tightly, not allowing him to stand up. He sighed, squeezing you gently as he relished in having you in his arms this morning because he couldn’t last night.

“As much as I appreciate this hug right now, we have to leave if we are gonna get to the Dark Woods and back on time.” He chuckled, patting your back and leaning you up, taking you with him.

You grumbled and let him go, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Besides, Changbin already packed up all your stuff for you this morning and put it by the door, so you just gotta get your shoes on.” Jisung explained, fixing your hair endearingly and nodding towards the door.

“Awful nice of him.” You mumbled sleepily, before getting out of bed and stretching your arms. You got your boots on and put on your knapsack, before finally grabbing your staff and opening the door. Jisung cooed at you for getting up, saying things like ‘good job’ and ‘I know you’re tired’ and you smiled at his thoughtfulness.

“Finally, sleeping beauty is awake!” Changbin teased when you came down the stairs. You rolled your eyes at him, used to his antics. Chan handed you an apple, saying breakfast was on the road today.

“Lets get going.” You agreed, biting into the apple, “lead the way, Tracker Man.” Chan smiled at the nickname, but nonetheless started the trek east. It was silent for the most part, aside from Jisung humming a tune and the crunch of your apple.

It wasn’t long until you finally got to the edge of the city when you finally made some conversation.

“So, do you guys know what kind of monster we are dealing with or..?” You asked, kicking at pebbles on the dirt road as you walked. 

“Well, from what I learned last night at the tavern,” Chan began, talking over his shoulder at you, “Rumor has it the beast is something big. I heard stories of it eating whole horses.”

“We already knew that, silly.” Jisung said matter-of-factly, earning a glare from the eldest, “The duchess said it was big.”

“Yeah but I didn’t think that big!” You complained, feeling a bit nervous about the nature of your opponent, “What else Chan?”

“I heard a story that one of the farmers warded it off with a torch, so maybe it’s afraid of fire?” Chan said, but you could hear the pout in his voice, “But I can’t know for sure how effective that is without knowing what kind of monster we are dealing with.”

“I don’t care what it is, I’ll kick it’s ass all the same.” Changbin said proudly, smirking while lacing his fingers together to stretch his arms out in front of him.

“That’s because you do the same thing for everything we fight: swing your claymore around and hope you don’t take one of our heads off.” Jisung teased, earning a scowl from Changbin, but it quickly changed into a tiny grin when you giggled along with the jokes.

“I do not!” Changbin half-whined half-giggled, nudging Jisung with his elbow, “I’ll have you all know, I’m very calculated and tactical when in battle.”

“Oh yeah? You ‘calculated’ hitting the tree and one of the big heavy branches falling on my foot while we were fighting a pack of goblins in the forests on the edge of NCity?” Chan asked in a playful tone, eyebrows raised as Changbin tried to defend himself.

“How was I supposed to know the branch would fall if I hit the tree! If anything, you should have just moved before it fell.” Changbin shouted, crossing his arms and lips pulled into a pout, “Besides, Jisung healed you up well and you were fine within an hour.”

“Not to mention, last I checked, you were the one to call for Changbin’s help that day anyways.” You said with a cheeky smile, before wrapping your arm around Changbin’s shoulders, “He was just trying to help, so don’t be so picky about it.”

“You wont be saying that when its your foot getting crushed by a stray swing of Changbin’s claymore.” Chan reasoned, huffing out a sigh, but smile gracing his face nonetheless.

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After a rather uneventful week of travelling on foot, you finally reached the little village of Alsea the evening of your seventh day; it was a river-fishing village that bordered the Dark Woods. Chan thought it would be best to stay for the evening, get more information from locals about the monster, as well as be fully rested and regain the most strength for a battle.

“Alright, it’s best if we split up.” Chan suggested as you entered a crowded pub. The air smelled of mud and rainwater, as it was a hot spot for many of the local fisherman to visit after work.

“Me and Bin will go talk to some of the tougher looking fellows over there,” Chan explained, pointing to a corner where there seemed to be an arm wrestling competition going on, “You two should go ask the barkeep and see what they know. We’ll meet up in an hour or so and go to bed, alright?”

“Sounds good, c’mon (Y/N)!” Jisung said with a nod, pulling you in the direction of the bar. You waved over your shoulder at Chan and Changbin, before following Jisung through the crowded pub to make it to the bar. You hopped up on one of the stools, Jisung settling down beside you.

“Excuse me, Sir.” Jisung called to the bar-hand over the chatter and music of the loud pub. He was young, and handsome if you do say so yourself. He looked up at the two of you, putting down the rag he had been cleaning the bar with, “We’ll have an ale for me and a glass of wine for my partner here please.”

“Right away, Boss.” The bar-hand said with a nod, preparing the drinks before serving you both. He grinned at you, looking you up and down and making your face heat up a bit from the attention.

“Here you are.” He almost purred, sliding the glass towards you and handing Jisung the mug of ale he ordered, “Enjoy.”

Jisung frowned, grabbing his drink and taking a swig of it before scooting closer to you.

“This place is pretty busy,” You said sweetly, “Is every night like this?”

“Usually, but it’s much more busy when the snow comes around,” The bar-hand replied, “I guess folks are wanting to find a way to stay warm, and the atmosphere and alcohol help.” You hummed, taking a sip of your drink. The bar-hand eyed you closely, biting his lip bottom lip as you swallowed the drink. It made Jisung feel sick they way he was watching you.

“What brings a pretty individual like yourself into these parts? Alsea isn’t really a tourist spot.” The bar-hand asked, brushing his hair away from his face. Before you could answer, Jisung slung his arm around your waist and pulled you into him, causing you to let out a little squeak in surprise.

“We are actually on our honeymoon, isn’t that right, darling?” He replied in a passive aggressive tone, frowning at the man behind the bar before plastering a fake smile on his face.

You resisted the urge to chuckle at Jisung’s behavior, but nonetheless leaned closer to him and nodded. Playing pretend doesn’t hurt anyone, besides, its a fun idea for you to tease Jisung....

“Yes dearest, and what a lovely honeymoon it’s been! I thought we were going to get lost on the way here though, with all the detours you decided to take us on.” You laughed, trying to keep your voice even. You playfully hit Jisung’s leg, making him chuckle and look at you teasingly. Game on.

“I only took detours because I wanted to get here as fast as possible for my love. ” Jisung confessed(?) while dragging his hand along your waist, earning a sarcastic pout from you before he turned back to to the bar-hand, who looked a bit annoyed now, “And it was lucky I did because this is the only town before hitting the woods. We would have missed meeting this fine gentleman if not for my detours.”

“Well how sweet of you, dearest.” You sighed, downing your drink and placing a kiss on Jisung’s cheek. It quickly burned red and Jisung prayed he kept his expression at least a little bit under control. You smirked and turned to the bar-hand and smiled politely while you pushed your empty glass towards him, “We are headed out east through the Dark Woods. I heard it’s lovely this time of year.”

The bar-hand cleared his throat, regaining a bit of his composure before giving a fake smile at the two of you.

“Under normal circumstances, it is.” He confirmed, grabbing you glass and putting on the counter behind him, “But I wouldn’t recommend going there now. There is rumor of a monster that lurks there.”

“Oh really? What kind of monster?” Jisung asked boldly leaning on the bar and drinking from his glass. A bit of a direct question to ask the bar-hand, but at least it was useful.

“Nobody really knows.” The bar-hand replied, face serious and voice in a hushed tone and he leans closer to the two of you, “from what I’ve heard, it came down from the northern mountains, and its bigger than anything we’ve ever seen come from the woods.”

“do you know anyone who has actually seen it?” You probed, chewing nervously at your bottom lip as the bar-hand shook his head.

“Nobody who has gotten a good look at it has lived to tell about it.” The bar-hand replied solemnly, before sighing and brushing his hair away from his face once again.

The seriousness of this monster made your anxiety shoot through the roof. It was obvious by now this would be no easy feat to kill the beast, but the more you heard about it, the more it sounded impossible.

The atmosphere felt cold and you felt a sudden warm hand on yours. Turning to Jisung, you felt him squeeze your hand comfortingly as he smiled at the bar-hand.

“Well, maybe it’s best we don’t go through there for our honeymoon, Love.” Jisung teased, finally looking back at you with a gentle grin. He wrapped his arm around you once more, and you could feel your anxiety melt away, just for this moment.

“Well, I agree. The two of you should pick another route. Sorry you traveled here for your plans to be ruined, but better safe than sorry!” The bar-hand hummed. Jisung took some gold pieces out of his pocket to pay for your drinks, thanking the bar-hand.

The two of you hopped down off the stools, but Jisung didn’t let go of you. He held your waist firm and lead you towards the center of the tavern where it was cleared out to dance. A man was playing the fiddle and while a woman sang some folk song.

“Care to dance, Love?” Jisung asked, teasing smile on his face as he turned you to face him. You nodded and slipped you hand into his empty one and reached up to grasp at his shoulder. You began to sway around to the music, carefully avoiding others who also decided to come out and dance.

“You know, you played a very convincing jealous newlywed.” You chuckled, pulling Jisung closer to you so you could whisper in his ear, “I almost thought you were jealous for real.”

The two of you continued to dance, spinning and stepping around the space smoothly. Jisung let out a sarcastic laugh, rolling his eyes at you before leaning in to whisper to you.

“I was jealous.” He argued flatly, tightening his grip on you once again, “That stupid bar-hand was practically drooling on the counter looking at you. I didn’t like it.”

“Oh, you didn’t?” You scoffed playfully, shaking your head at him. He let his annoyance play just slightly on his face, causing you to smile, “I couldn’t tell.”

The song ended, and Jisung pulled away slightly. He still held onto your hand as he gazed at you with a slight grin on his face. He placed a quick kiss to you hand, thanking you for the dance. You let out a squeal of surprise at the action as you swatted at him with your other hand. You both laughed at each other, walking away from the dance floor as another song started.

“Let’s go find the other two knuckleheads.” You suggested, holding onto Jisung’s hand as you weaved through the crowd looking for your companions.

You approached the table at the back with a crowd formed around it, shouts and cheers heard just barely over all the other commotion of the pub. You pushed your way through to see what all the excitement was about; you couldn’t say you were surprised at what you found...

Sitting in one of the chairs was Changbin, who was locked in an intense arm wrestling match with one of the biggest fisherman you’ve ever seen. You let out a laugh when you see Changbin yawn before he effortlessly slams the fisherman’s hand down on the table. The crowd of men cheers as Changbin celebrated his victory.

“Why am I not surprised..” Jisung sighed, as you just patted his cheek soothingly and shoved your way to the table.

“Who’s next?” Changbin boasts, making a ‘come here’ motion with his hand, “Who dares challenge me?” When he caught sight of you, His expression lit up and he swatted at Chan, who stood behind his chair monitoring the whole ordeal. By the looks of it, he also seemed to be making bets on Changbin, as he was handed a small pouch by one of the fishermen. When Chan saw you, his expression mirrored Changbin’s as he smiled and waved you over.

Another man sat down across from Changbin, his arms the size of one of your legs; it was a mystery on how he even got into the building as he looked to be bigger than the doorway.

You and Jisung slinked your way over to where Chan stood, greeting him before looking at Changbin.

“Who invited Goliath?” Jisung asked in a hushed tone, swallowing as he gazed at the big man across from Changbin. 

Chan folded his arms across his chest and hummed. “I saw him earlier when we entered. I thought it was only a matter of time before he came to challenge Bin.”

Changbin sat unwavering, grasping hands with the beast of a man. He glanced up at you, to which you gave him a firm, but encouraging look. That seemed enough to give Changbin confidence, as he looked back at the man with determination.

“You guys seem to have been working hard at finding information out.” You mumbled sarcastically to Chan. The other fisherman were chattering, placing their bets as the two strong men prepared for their battle.

“We got a bit.” Chan protested, taking his eyes off of Changbin to look at the two of you, “But I’m starting to think this fisherman is our beast...”

You and Jisung chuckled at Chan’s joke, looking back to your friend to support him and cheer him on in this seemingly impossible feat. Changbin was the strongest person you knew! Surely this big scary man was no match for him!

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“I can’t believe it was over in three seconds!” Changbin whined as he flopped down on the bed, “my pride is more hurt than my arm!”

“So you don’t want me to massage your shoulder then?” Jisung asked teasingly, only for Changbin to grunt out a ‘no, please’. Jisung snickered, sitting down beside the dishearten man and began to gently rub his shoulder; an aura of blue coming up from his hands, causing Changbin to groan out in delight.

With the winnings from the bets on Changbin, Chan purchased a stay in the inn down the street. It wasn’t as nice as the tavern in Miroh, but it was much nicer than sleeping outside. Besides, you were going into the woods tomorrow to fight whatever this thing was, so it was best to get a good rest.

“Okay, so we know it’s big, it’s furry so probably mammalian, it’s prone to fire, and it’s supposedly from the north.” Chan hummed, tapping his chin lightly as he looked through one of his journals that he kept for monster information.

“Could it be a Worg?” You asked, looking up from a different journal of Chan’s to see him shake his head no.

“Worgs are usually bound to the plains, never up north or the forest.” He replied, flipping through the pages as he sat down on the other bed, frown on his face.

“Maybe it’s not from the north?” Jisung offered, turning to look at the two of you as he gently smoothed his hands offer Changbin’s shoulder, “I mean, it’s just rumored to be from the north.”

“I guess...” You hummed, closing the journal to hand it back to Chan as you yawned, “Whatever it is, we at least have a general idea of what it could look like and how we should attack it.”

“Yeah, we should rest up instead of worrying about whatever this mystery creature is.” Changbin suggested, voice muffled by the pillows. Jisung stood up, allowing Changbin to rise, “Besides, as long as we all have each other’s back, we can take on anything.”

“Like that fisherman you lost to?” Chan teased, causing Changbin to grunt, throwing a pillow at his companion. Jisung let out a laugh, earning a second pillow being thrown at his head.

“If I had all of your guys’ strength too, I could have won!” Changbin huffed, catching the pillow as Chan tossed it back to him and laying it under his head.

“I think that’s why we work so good together. We all have different strengths and we can depend of each other.” You said sincerely, going over to pick up the pillow at Jisung’s feet and bring it over to where Changbin laid.

“How endearing!” Jisung cooed before frowning, “I think I’m going to puke.” You chuckled, taking your jacket off and setting it on the chair beside the edge of the bed, pulling out the covers.

“Hang on, how come Bin get’s to sleep next to you!?” Jisung whined, coming over to your side and holding onto your hand.

“Because I slept next to Chan in the last inn and we got to play newlyweds earlier.” You replied with a grin; Jisung resembled a puppy in this moment, lip stuck out in a pout., “It’s Changbin’s turn.”

“And you had the audacity to shame us on how much information we were gathering...” Chan tutted, looking to Changbin as if to say ‘can you believe them?’. Jisung paid them no mind as he held onto your hand with both of his, almost pleading.

“Yeah, we’re newlyweds! Shouldn’t we sleep together?” Jisung bargained, “Besides, I hate sleeping with Chan! He drools and snores so loud!” Chan let out an offended protest as Changbin simple pushed Jisung away from the bed.

“(Y/N) said it’s my turn.” Changbin said matter-of-factly, causing Jisung to frown as Changbin slipped under the covers too. He laid on his back with a smug grin; an open invitation for you to lay on his broad chest.

“Next time.” You promised apologetically, blowing out the candle on you bedside table as Jisung sighed in defeat. He trudged over to Chan’s bed with a disappointed ‘fine’ falling from his lips

“Next time, I’ll just get us a room with one king sized bed and we can all sleep together if it’s going to be this big of a problem!” Chan scolded like a parent, opening up the covers for Jisung to crawl under.

“I’d rather eat one of Changbin’s sweaty socks than be trapped between all three of you.” You grimaced, causing the boys to chuckle. 

“Goodnight.” Chan called out, blowing out the candle and sliding down in the bed. Jisung latched onto him a bit too quickly for someone who “hated sleeping with Chan” in your opinion, but the two of them seemed to relax, as their forms sunk into the mattress.

You laid down, ready to sleep close to Changbin so he would keep you heated; he seemed like he still wanted to be playful, as he flipped over so his back was facing you, tugging all the blankets with him.

You lightly smacked his back before shifting so that you were flush against him. You tugged some of the blankets back over to you before you buried your face against his shoulder blades and draped an arm over his stomach to keep him close.

Changbin laced his hand over yours, keeping it in place as he relaxed into the bed, letting out a gentle sigh. He whispered out a ‘goodnight’ to you; you hummed in response, nuzzling into him. You then allowed yourself to fall asleep under the gentle thrumming of his heartbeat. 

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Branches crackled under your boots as you trudged along; The canopies of the trees stretched far above your head, forming almost a roof that blocked sunlight due to haw thick the overgrowth was. but despite the lack of sunlight, much of the forest floor was overrun with many different species of flora.

“Ow! Son of a bitch...” Jisung mumbled, hitting the bramble he was standing in with his sword and instinctively bringing one of his hands up and shaking it. He picked out the thorn that seemingly was stuck into his finger and grumbled.

“Hey Chan, isn’t there another path that isn’t so.... poke-y?” Changbin asked, looking down at the bushes that came up to your waist.

Chan was leading you through the Dark Woods, following a seemingly invisible trail to your beast. The eldest turned back from his place at the front of the line, frowning at you all.

“Yeah, I’d assume so.” He answered simply before waving his long sword towards the bushels in front of him, “But based on these markings, this is the way the beast went. So I’m following that.”

“I can’t see anything?” Jisung huffed, his hand covered in a slight blue aura for only a moment before he shook it again to loosing his joints. 

“That’s because you’re not a tracker,” Chan replied, rolling his eyes, cutting more of a path in front of him and continuing on, “Now quit complaining and lets go.”

“Let me go right behind Chan,” You suggested, squeezing past Jisung; you whispered a simple spell into the top of your staff, causing it to start to smoke. You grabbed it three quarters of the way down, tipping the top into the bushes to burn the edges, creating a more clear path.

“That should be better.” You hummed in delight, sweeping your staff from side to side as you walked, careful not to linger in one place too long lest to light the whole forest on fire. The two boys behind you let out grunts in agreement and you continued the trek deeper into the woods.

It was calm for a while, with the four of you just listening to the stillness of the air and the sounds of you and Chan making a path before you finally decided to speak.

“Chan, if you’re following a track made by the beast, you must have some idea of what it is, right?” You asked, careful not to burn the ankles of the man in front of you as he stopped abruptly. 

He was quiet, looking out into the woods; you followed suit, dissolving your magic and silently coming closer to him, placing a timid hand on his shoulder as not to scare him. He didn’t move, eyes squinting to see farther into the distance.

Suddenly Chan crouched, whispering out a frantic “Get down!” at the three of you; you quickly comply, crouching low beneath the underbrush as your heart rate increased rapidly. Jisung and Changbin shuffle their way over to the two of you, close enough to hear their breathing as you all waited for Chan to explain anything that was going on.

That’s when you heard it; A distant thumping. It sounded like footsteps coming closer and closer to your party.

“Chan....” Jisung whimpered slightly, gripping the hilt of his sword, “What is that sound?”

The ground shook with each step the beast took; you tried to peak through the foliage to see what it was, but it was nowhere to be found. The footsteps seemed to be getting very close now, the crunching of branches loud as you could hear the beast. 

Chan looked pale, holding a shaky finger up to his lips to tell you all to be quiet. He slowly removed the black bow he carried to notch an arrow in it. Changbin prepared his claymore, gripping it tightly with both hands, his expression stone cold.

And then, the footsteps stopped.

The air was silent, the only sound you could hear was the rushing of blood in your ears and the breath of your party members. The once calming stillness of the woods had now bred a tense atmosphere, causing a sense of unease to wash over you all as the silence continued.

You shifted you weight with uncertainty, looking up and around to try and get even a glimpse in the right direction before your eyes fell on Chan, who was gazing at the three of you with a look of concern.

And then it happened in a flash

The bramble around you peeling back, a loud roar that causing a great ringing in your ears and Jisung flying up towards the sky helplessly in the grasp of this great beast, screaming and flailing around in distress.

It’s fur was snow white as it stood on two powerful legs; it was easily 10 feet tall, gnarled teeth and small eyes pulled into an aggressive expression as it roared out again, brown spit flying from its mouth. You gazed in horror as his grey meaty hand held Jisung by the ankle.

A Yeti.

Jisung!” You cried out, quick to stand and try to conjure a spell with your staff; But just as quickly as you reacted, the Yeti was faster, swatting you into a nearby tree with the back of it’s other flat hand, sending you tumbling down through the sharp branches while knocking the wind out of you and sending your staff flying.

Chan shot his arrow, landing it directly into the knuckle of the beast’s middle finger; it reacted by letting Jisung go, dropping him into the thick bushes below with a crunch. The yeti let out an anguished cry, balling its fist to crush Chan, but he leapt out of the way and helped Jisung stand.

Changbin quickly dove between it’s legs, slashing at it’s knees with his claymore. The beast turned and swatted at Changbin; it missed it’s mark, slamming it’s hand into a tree and sending one of the large branches down on the ground.

It grasped it’s newfound weapon and swung it around at the ground, nearly taking Chan’s head off if he would have held it just a bit higher.

“Chan, what is this thing?!” Changbin barked, ducking his head as the yeti swung his tree club at him, “and how to we beat it!!?”

“Yeti!” Chan shouted, notching another arrow and shooting it at the monster’s face; it was unfortunately blocked by the tree branch it weld, but not without the yeti bellowing at Chan and attempting to crush him with its foot. The oldest jumped out of the way, pushing Jisung down with him.

The beast threw its branch away, slamming it into another tree as it let out another booming roar and leaned forward, placing it’s knuckles on the ground in front of it.

You coughed, a groan of pain escaping your lips as you sat up and clutched your back; the pain was indescribable as it took the brunt of the impact, not to mention your skin was also cover in cuts from the sharp branches you fell through. Your vision was a blurry still from the initial impact, but once it cleared up a bit, you were able to see Changbin slicing once more at the yeti, getting a good cut in at its hip area. This small victory was short lived, as the beast reacted on instinct and swatted at him, sending him flying a few feet into the nearby bramble.

Chan was able to use this time to climb up into one of the trees and get a good angle on the yeti with his bow. He got one good hit in on the yeti’s shoulder before it caught sight of him and grabbed at his legs, pulling him from the tree and shaking his body until he dropped his weapon.

Jisung went to help Changbin, clutching his sword tightly as he ducked into the overgrowth and helping Changbin up; he seemed to recover fast, moving to stand at Jisung's side.

“This isn’t working!” Jisung cried out as he slashed at the yeti, trying to get it to drop Chan. The beast tried to kick at Jisung, but the healer dodged to the side in the last second before scrambling back to his feet.

“Fire!” Chan yelled, beating the yeti’s fingers with his fists as the beast flailed him about, much too distracted with trying to get Jisung, “yetis hate fire!”

You blinked rapidly, processing what Chan was shouting about.

Fire...

Fire!

You could make fire! all you needed was-

“My staff,” You mumbled, looking around frantically for the object. You pushed aside some bushes, crawling around on the ground searching for the one thing you needed to help your party.

You finally found it, laying ten feet away on some gnarled tree roots. It looked to be damaged; a big crack running along the length of it. But it would work for now.

You used it to stand tall, trying to ground yourself despite your state; you willed all the power you could into it, conjuring up a bright ball of white hot fire with one of the most advanced spells you knew. You weren’t sure how strong it would be, as you’d only performed this spell once and that was in your best condition and a fully functioning staff...

The ball grew, sending waves of heat outwards before you launched it into the yeti’s back, setting its white fur ablaze. It howled in pain, dropping Chan ungracefully and starting to slap its back to put the fire out.

Unfortunately for you, the raw power of that spell send burning embers down the crack in your staff, effectively breaking the tool for good as it slightly crumbled in your hand.

What now?

Shit! It was risky for any warlock to try and do a spell without a magic tool to direct their power.

But you had no other option as of now and you needed to help the boys.

“Fuck you!” You spat angrily as threw your broken staff to the side and picked up a branch that had fallen from one of the trees; using a different, less complicated spell, you shakily conjured a weak flame and lit the tip of the branch on fire. You then lunged forward with all your strength, using the branch like an inferno-covered spear to stab at the beast.

You continue to push it back, burning it’s grey skin until you reach Chan, allowing his to recover a bit and grab for his bow that he dropped earlier. He placed a gentle hand on the small of your back before moving to the side of you.

The other two boys had seemingly made fire, Changbin wielding a burning branch covered in foliage with Jisung behind him readying his weapon.

The beast roared swatting at both you and Changbin with it’s hands, however still trying to maintain a distance between it and the fire you held. It looked to be backing away from you as you closed in on it.

Chan slung his bow around his shoulder and unsheathed a longsword before shouting “I have an idea! I need (Y/N) and Changbin to focus the fire down to the undergrowth and make a perimeter. We can’t let it get away!”

You and Changbin exchanged a knowing look, nodding at Chan before you sprang into action. You dipped you flame covered branch down into the bushes and ran around to make a big circle. As you did this, Chan kept the yeti’s attention by swinging at it with his sword, Jisung coming to help the ranger by diving between its legs to appear next to Chan.

You finally met up with Changbin about 5 feet behind the beast, giving it very little room to maneuver without stepping in the fire.

“You look like shit.” Changbin exclaimed, seeing the state you were in with scratches and sweat covering your body.

“Thanks?!” You replied simply, tossing the broken branch into the already blazing inferno creating a perimeter.

Changbin unsheathed his claymore before calling out, “What now Chan?”

“Now we all close in and attack it with everything we have!” The eldest shouted, already starting to move in and stab at the yeti with his sword. Changbin let out a yell before rushing the beast, using both his hands to swing his large weapon at it’s waist. Jisung let out a shout too, using his sword to attack near the beast's legs.

You reached for the only weapon you carried, a dagger that sat on your hip.

But before you were able to charge, you felt a wave of pain wash over you from the center of you back; it spread like electricity all across your body, making you feel weak in the knees.

Your vision grew spotted, with the sounds and sights of your friends going in and out of focus.

Ah shit...

that stupid monster really did a number on you...

And with that high level spell on a broken staff, your body was spent.

Falling to the ground you try and stabilize yourself with your hands;

But it was no use as you slumped forward and pass out.

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When you finally came to, the sky was dark and the only sound that filled your ears was the crackling of campfire and the soft humming of a folk-song.

You felt a strong pair of arms wrapped tenderly around your frame as you laid in the comfortable lap of one of your dearest companions.

"You should be resting." Changbin whispered, delicately brushing a stray hair from your face, "Although I'm thankful to see you have some life in you."

"What happened?" You mumbled, turning your head to look around. you seemed to be at a makeshift camp, with Jisung laying on a soft bedroll sleeping as still as humanly possible. In contrast, Chan was sat up against a tree, arms crossed and eyes shut, but seemingly asleep as well.

Your boys were safe, that's good.

You drew your attention back up to Changbin, who just stroked your upper arm comfortingly. His face has a few cuts on it and his shirt seemed to be torn, with quite a few massive bruises covering his arms.

"We beat the beast, everything is okay. You fainted, but Jisung healed you up good." Changbin relayed in a hushed tone, gazing at you softly. You frown, weakly reaching your hand up to touch one of the scratches on his face.

"He didn't heal you?" You asked, voice trembling. Your arm felt heavy as Changbin grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on it and returning it to your side.

"Couldn't." Changbin replied simply, keeping a warm hold on your hand, "You were so badly injured he used up all his energy to heal you."

Changbin's voice shook slightly as he looked away. You could see the wetness of his eyes reflecting the light of the fire as he tried not to let out a tear.

"Hey, I'm okay." You whispered, squeezing his hand.

"I was scared we were going to lose you." Changbin admits, biting his bottom lip to keep it from quivering. You could hear the fear in his tone, which broke your heart. Using all the strength you could muster, you sit up, wincing ever so slightly at the ache in your back. You scoot closer to Changbin before you engulf him in a hug, holding onto him as if he would shatter.

"I know, but I'm alright now." You affirmed, reaching to gently stroke his hair as the usual barbarian let out a quiet sob into your shoulder. He carefully wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to sit in his lap. Changbin wanted to hold you as close as possible, worried you would be gone of he let you go.

You couldn't help but feel at ease in his grasp, melting into his touch as you tried to soothe him with hushes and adoring touches on his hair and back.

You both sat like this for a while, not a sound passing between the two of you besides Changbin's shaky breaths. When he finally did let you go, you placed a quick kiss on his cheek, right where a cut laid. Wordlessly, you kissed another, and then the other.

"There, all better." You joked with a cheesy grin. Changbin chuckled at you, before you cringed from another sudden wave of pain.

"You should rest." Changbin hummed, shifting so he sat up more straight, "I have to keep watch for a bit longer, but I want you to sleep right here with me, okay?"

He helped you lay back down in his lap before he reached for his blanket that was rolled up by his pack. He covered you lovingly with it, keeping his arms around you to make sure you were warm.

"We have a long trip ahead of us tomorrow, so sleep well." Changbin wished. You hummed in response, closing your eyes and grasping onto the hem of the blanket.

"Sorry I wasn't much help fighting today. I'll be better tomorrow." You apologized, letting yourself relax in the safe embrace Changbin provided.

"Nonsense," Changbin reassured you, voice barely above a whisper, "You were brilliant today."

"Thanks Bin. Goodnight."

"Goodnight (Y/N)"

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"I can't believe you guy's were cuddling again." Jisung let out a huff, blue healing magic from his hands rubbing the bruises out of Changbin's skin.

"You were out cold too! You wouldn't have even known if (Y/N) slept beside you." Changbin argued, shaking his head at the healer and offering up his left arm for treatment.

"Even if he was awake, there was no way you were gonna let them go." Chan teased, turning to whisper to you, "He wouldn't leave your side from the moment you passed out. Not even while Jisung healed you."

"Knowing Changbin, I'm not surprised." You giggled, packing up your things relatively slowly; Your whole body still ached, but you were sure you'd be alright after a long rest, "I think its endearing how much of a big softie he is."

"Doesn't matter, it was my turn." Jisung grumbles under his breath. a pout played on his face as he finished up healing Changbin. The latter stood, saying a small thanks before he started to pack up his belongings.

Soon the four of you were all but ready to go. The fire was getting stomped out by Jisung, while Changbin made sure the monstrous yeti head was secured in a burlap sack.

You weren't entirely sure if the duchess meant it genuinely when she said she wanted its head, but better safe than sorry in your opinion. maybe she wanted to mount it as a trophy of the victory for her people? And if not, it would be entertaining to see her face when you brought it to her.

Changbin began the trek ahead, hoisting his things over his broad shoulders and making a move to go ahead and lead. You tried to tie the end of your bag to secure it, but you couldn't stop the trembling in your fingers enough to complete the fine motor skill. it frustrated you that you weren't back to your peak performance yet.

Jisung's healing can only do so much, especially when it came to magical damage; sure, your body was sore, but there was an underlying weakness that came from casting a spell without your staff. In the heat of the moment you didn't feel the toll due to adrenaline and being in survival mode.

A stick with no magical properties was better than casting a spell with nothing, but you would still pay the price for using such a common item with no embedded magic; weakness, fatigue, muscle spasms, and a whole plethora of other possible side effects was inevitable. Luckily it would fade as time went on, but it didn't make you feel any less of a burden now.

"Let me help you with that." Chan suggested warmly, crouching down and tying your bag closed quickly. You thanked him, moving to sling the bag over your shoulder as you stood. But before you could grab it, Chan lifted it and tossed it to Jisung, who gracefully caught it and slung it over his shoulder.

"Ready to go?" The healer hummed, smiling at you.

"I can carry my own bag." You huffed in annoyance; you began to walk over to Jisung to take it back when Chan grabbed your arm, stopping you in place.

"Nah, there is no way you're lugging that all the way back." Chan insisted, before nodding to Jisung with a grin, "Besides, Jisung strong. what's an extra couple pounds?"

"This feels like nothing to me!" Jisung piped up, adjusting it with ease on his shoulder.

"Fine." You replied, knowing it was better to pick your battles when it came to Chan when he made a decision.

"Great." The eldest responded, before turning around and patting his shoulder, "Now hop on so we can get going."

Oh... this was a battle to pick!

"What? No! I can walk just fine." You argued, patting Chan's shoulders. When he turned back around, a frown played on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest in classic Chan fashion.

"Really? Because you could barely even stand up on your own." Chan reasoned, tone firm before his eyes softened ever so slightly, "I'm sure you could walk the entire journey if we had all the time in the world. You're strong."

"But we don't." He finalized, turning around and crouching down, speaking over his shoulder, "We have to get a move on and we don't have time for you to lag behind so I'm going to carry you."

You groaned; mostly because you knew Chan was right, as per usual... You would slow the party down and you didn't have time for it if you were going to meet the duchess on time. The least you could do at this point is not hold everyone up.

"What's taking you so long? Quit smelling the flowers, we have places to be!" Changbin barked back at you three. You turned to Jisung, who shrugged and went on ahead.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, giving in and climbing onto to Chan's broad back. The man hummed, seemingly pleased by your dismay.

"If you get tired, tell me and I'll make sure I can keep up." You said, almost as a whisper because of how close you were to Chan's ear. He could feel your breath tickle his cheek ever so slight as you rested you head on his shoulder. You felt frail in his grasp, as he made note to try and be and gentle as possible while moving around.

"I won't get tired, don't worry." Chan reassured you, shifting your weight in his strong arms before beginning the long trek back to Miroh. His large hands provided sturdy support to your legs as as he walked, trying to catch up with the other two boys.

You would never admit it, but you were secretly a bit grateful for Chan, as you weren't sure if you truly were strong enough to make the journey without his help. And being secure in his hold, feeling the warmth of his body close the entire trip would definitely a plus, bringing you a sense of ease you couldn't describe.

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"I can't believe she's making us wait. I'm tired of hauling this smelly monster head around." Changbin complained, leaning back on his chair.

"You're lucky they let us bring that thing into the tavern." Jisung scoffed, kicking the Yeti's head lightly, "It reeks!"

"That's because it's rotting." Chan said matter-of-factly, shaking his head, "Did you guys expect it to smell like roses?"

"No, of course not!" Changbin said, annoyance ever present in his tone as you grimaced at the head, "I just didn't think it would be this bad!"

The boys continued to bicker back and forth about the head as you sat quietly, picking apart a scone that Felix had baked today. You had begun to regain a bit of strength along the journey, not feeling as sickly as you once were. You were almost certain that a good night's sleep in the inn upstairs would bring you right back to normal.

But you had to wait until the duchess arrived for you to collect your payment before you could do that. But of course she was late, as she didn't seem to care about your time; it was probably negligible in her eyes.

You ate the scone, washing it down with a entire mug of fresh fruit juice before she finally did arrive with two guards in tow. Long after the sun had set, like she agreed, but she showed up nonetheless. And when she did, you swatted at your companions to quit arguing on whether or not rotting head smelt worse is worse than Changbin's armpits.

Chan stood from his spot and bow to the duchess as she approached, "Good evening, My Lady."

"What is that awful smell!" She wrenched, scrunching her nose up and covering it with her wrist.

"The Beast's head, just as you requested, My Lady!" Jisung beamed, standing to bow as well before he presented the duchess with the grotesque thing. You watched as Changbin tried his hardest to keep himself from smiling at her expression.

"Well, I did say I wanted it's head didn't I..." The duchess huffed out, expression sour. with the wave of her hand, one of her guards takes a hold of it and takes it away, finally allowing you to breath fresh air again.

Right, well," The duchess hummed, clasping her hands together, "Might I say well done. My people are safe thanks to you, which is all that matters to me."

"We are also glad such a creature can't terrorize helpless folk, My Lady." Chan agreed, standing up straight with a graceful smale across his face.

"Yeah, super glad." Changbin grunted out, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, "anyways, I think it's time you paid us?"

The duchess scowled at Changbin who only smiled tantalizingly at her. "We did what you asked, My Lady." The title sounded patronizing coming out of the his mouth, but it was more so when accompanied by a haphazard nod that you could barely argue as a bow.

"It seems you still have yet to learn manners on all your travels." The duchess sighed, snapping her fingers quickly. The remaining guard pulls a bag out and places it on the table, "Thank you for your service to my kingdom."

With that, the duchess turned and walked away, practically stomping as she exited the tavern.

"Please doing business, My Lady!" Chan shouted after her before taking his seat again. Jisung followed suit, scraping his chair as he opened the bag, dumping the contents onto the table. He tucked the bag away after making sure all the pieces lied safely on the table in a pile.

"Splitting it up? Usually we pool everything together" Changbin asked, as Chan began to count the gold pieces.

The eldest nodded, jutting his head in your direction, "(Y/N) asked if we would this time." You nodded.

It was true, you had asked Chan if the earnings from this job could be split. It was pretty unusual for your group to split up earnings, as you were practically inseparable so you wouldn't make frivolous purchases outside a group setting. But this time, you felt you had a good reason for it.

"It's the most fair in my opinion." You explained, adjusting your bag in your lap, "I need a new staff and you should know that magical items cost a pretty penny. This way, it'll be a purchase that doesn't take away from your guys' funds, since you wouldn't use it anyways."

"That's very kind of you." Jisung said softly, touched at your thoughtfulness. He reached his hand over and held yours, squeezing it as a sort of thank you for your consideration. The moment didn't last long as Chan let out wry laugh.

"That crook, doesn't she have enough?" He scoffed under his breath before shaking his head and looking up at you all, "She scammed us."

"What?" You asked, looking down at the gold pieces; sure enough the piles were quite a bit smaller than expected.

"She only gave us half of what was promised," Chan stated sharply, half in disbelief and half in agitation, "and that's including what was given to use before we left."

"Last time we ever trust a high class cheat ever again!" Changbin growled, slaming his fist on the table. You could practically see the smoke billowing off him as he stood up furiously.

"It's alright, we still have enough to make ends meet." You reasoned, placing a delicate hand on Changbin's arm to calm him down. It does the trick, as he sits back down and folds his arms angrily.

"Yeah, but what about your staff? There is no way your portion will be enough for it..." Jisung said, shoulders slumping as he gazed at you apologetically.

"No, not even close." You sighed, standing and taking your share anyways, "but I'll just have to make do until I have enough. At least we have enough to put warm food in our bellies and a roof over our heads for a bit."

You tried hard to not sound so defeated; you weren't exactly sure how you would be able to practice magic without a magic embedded object to wield, but there was nothing you could do as of now. And truthfully, you had waited long enough for such a disappointment, you felt exhaustion catch up and felt more like something to deal with tomorrow.

Plastering a wistful smile on your face as you stretched your arms over your head. you placed your share in your bag before slinging it over your shoulder haphazardly.

"Where are you off to?" Chan asked, standing too.

"Bed." You said with a tired yawn, jutting your thumb in the direction of the staircase where the inn suites resided, "I'm still recovering, so I think a long rest in a comfy bed is exactly what I need."

"We'll come!" Changbin exclaimed, standing too; you shush him, and shake your head, quickly disagreeing.

"No, you guys should stay out and celebrate! don't pack it in on my behalf." You urged, smile finding its way onto your face as you looked at the three boys. You couldn't help but think about how much you adored them and how special your little family was. Sure, you got swindled, but at least everyone was alright. That's all that mattered to you.

"We defeated a huge beast and lived to tell about it! And we did get paid! Maybe not as much as we had hoped, but enough to have a few drinks and be merry." You encouraged, lips curling into catlike grin.

"(Y/N) right. There is no need to sulk on what we don't have when what we do have is wonderful company and good atmosphere." Chan agreed, cheerful expression slowly growing as he gazed back at you. He stood, grabbing a few gold pieces from his share and pointed to the bar, "First round is on me fellas!"

"Sure, why not!" Changbin agreed, collecting his share and placing it in his wallet.

"Enjoy the night. Be sure to come to bed when you're ready!" You cheered. Chan grinned, pulling you into a hug and placing a chaste kiss on your cheek before he whispered 'goodnight'. The ranger quickly slipped into the crowd, going to barkeep to get refreshments for his companions.

Changbin waved you over and placed a kiss on your other cheek, playfully telling you to dream of him. You agreed, barely able to contain the chuckles that bubbled up in your chest at Changbin's nature.

"Cheer up Jisung!" You laughed, poking the healer with your finger when he stayed slumped in his seat. A pout played on his face as you ruffled his hair, gazing up at you silently from his spot.

"The boys will keep you company, and if that fails, try the scone. perked me right up." You suggested, lightheartedness in your tone as you wave goodbye to the boys.

You scamper up the stairs, entering your usual room at the inn. You close the door behind you with a sigh, making quick work of lighting the fireplace and a few candles so you could see what you were doing as you prepared for bed. You took your boots off, followed by your jacket. You set them off to the side with your bag, trying to keep your things organized.

Just as you crawled into one of the beds, there was a soft knocking at the door. You hummed affirmatively, feeling too tired to get up and check for who it could be. Besides, it was most likely the tavern owners or one of the boys.

The latter was correct as Jisung opened the door, slipping inside before closing it behind him. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, much to your amusement.

"I thought I told you not to come to bed on my behalf!" You chuckled, sitting up and letting the covers pool around your waist.

"I didn't!" Jisung exclaimed defensively. He brushed his hair from his forehead as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, repeating his statement much softer now, "I didn't..."

"Then why are you here instead of celebrating, hm?"

"Because!" Jisung looked at the floor bashfully, biting his bottom lip before squeaking out, "it's my turn..."

You're only confused for a minute until you remember what he means. Snickering to yourself you open up the covers, fluffing up the pillow and pat the place beside you.

"Come on then," You invited, causing Jisung to grin joyously as he frantically starts taking off his shoes and jacket. In no time at all, all his outerwear is discarded and he practically leaps into the space beside you.

"Blow out the candle, would you?" You asked in a hushed tone, to which Jisung obliged, leaning away from you for only a moment to do what you asked. He snuggled up to you on his side so that you were facing one another before he wrapped one of his arms around your torso.

"Comfy?" You whispered, to which Jisung replied simply with a 'mmhmm'. "I've been waiting two weeks to not have to sleep beside Sweaty Changbin or Drooling Chan." He sighed dreamily, showing off his gums with a bright smile. You cant help but find him cute as you chuckle at his antics, clutching his shirt as you tuck your hands in the little space between the two of you.

"Hey (Y/N)," Jisung murmered after a few moments. You could feel his breath on your face as he spoke, tickling your flushed cheeks.

"Yeah?" You mumbled, eyes shut as you relaxed into the comfy bed.

"I'm sorry about your staff."

"It's alright. I'll get a new one eventually."

"About that... Me and the boys decided tomorrow we'd go down to the shopping district and pool our earnings together to buy one for you."

Your eyes fluttered open to be face to face with Jisung. His eyes held a sense of fondness in them that touched your heart, "Why would you guys do that? That's not fair to the three of you at all." You asked simply.

"Because we love you." Jisung said, as if he had said it a million times before.

"You do?" You feel your heart race as a well of emotions begins to fill in your chest at the notion.

"Of course we do. Why wouldn't we?"

"I don't know."

"Don't you love us too?"

"Of course I do." You replied delicately.

Because it was true. How could you not love them?

Chan was the leader, kind and thoughtful without fail. He would always try and take care of you, putting your needs over his in any given situation. He always made sure you were comfortable, doing everything in his power to help achieve your happiness and safety. He grew up alone in the mountains, but would brave the elements ten times over if it meant he could do it with you.

Changbin acted tough and strong, but truthfully was the most doting and affectionate of all. He used his strength to protect you from any harm, but when you were, he was adamant about never leaving your side until you are better. He's fight for you no questions asked; He already had his love taken once when he was exiled, he would rather die than have it taken again.

Jisung, a once foreign prince who understood you more than anyone. He was bright and playful, like a dream in a world where you have to fight day in and day out. He would heal you not only with his cheerful nature, but also his natural ability; even to his own detriment sometimes. In his mind, his body could be broken and energy spent up, as long as he was able to see your smile again it was worth it a million times over.

They were your home. Your team.

Of course you loved them.

"I love you all more than you could ever know." You spoke breathlessly, hoping to somehow convey all the feelings stirring up inside you at this moment.

"Good, then it's settled." Jisung said gently. You could tell he was beaming from the way his pitch sounded before he placed a toothy kiss on your forehead, "Now rest up. Big day tomorrow."

"Goodnight Ji." You whispered, not being able to help the corners of your mouth quirking up.

Life as an adventurer was hard; braving the likes of monsters, the elements, and scamming duchesses. But as you laid in Jisung's warm embrace, thinking about all the things you loved about your boys, you knew everything would be just fine, as long as you had each other.

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A/N: Ending is kind of dodgy/corny cause I'm always awkward when it comes to writing endings, but I finally finished this piece !!! When I tell you it's been in the drafts for l i t e r a l y e a r s... But its done now so hooray! I hope you enjoyed it <3

Also if you're reading this and liked Felix And Your Tavern (the fic I mentioned at the beginning)... I do have a part 2 in my drafts as well, but it has references to this story in it and I wanted to publish this first. So stay tuned for that, as it's not quite ready yet!

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After Dark Master List

all stories are nsfw / 18+

↠Full Fics ↞

Ot8 free use jail cell (incomplete) inspired by the police station skz code.

"What's Your Fanfic Fantasy" (Complete)

Pairing: fem reader + Chan + Jisung // This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

↠Han Jisung↞

Sub police officer Han x con artist fem reader

Hannie wants to play with your ass but you’ve never done this before.

Back in Ten: soft dom CEO Jisung wants you to wear a strap and fuck his ass, after an important function.

Jisung Kinks // after dark hard thoughts

If Han was as small as a barbie doll

fem!Hannie freaky roller skater girl and fem!hannie double pen at a party

Drabble: Can I watch you, Sungie?: posted on my main blog. You come home from work early to find Jisung on your bed fucking himself with a dildo.

↠Bangchan↞

Masterlist Scientist Chan (Chris) x science!subject reader - feat. other members along the way.

↠Minho↞

Male escort Lino x fem birthday girl reader.

Stop Lift Button your work colleague Minho has moved into your apartment. What happens when he jumps in the lift with you.

Star Student Part 1: Pairing: professor/teacher Minho x adult female reader. You put on a show for your hot Professor while he’s trying to teach a class. (This is an adult classroom situation.) (5 min approx read)

Star Student Part 2: Pairing: professor/teacher Minho x adult female reader. Professor Minho makes you stay after class to fix the problem you caused.

Show Mommy: Lee Know dressed as Aunt Lina was doing things to you as you watched him on set. But what happens when you are invited to an after party and accidentally end up in Lee Know's room, and he's still in costume?

Billionaire Lee Minho and his Little Plaything You're at billionaire Lee Minho's extravagant party at some fancy historical manor, where unbeknownst to you he want to make you his "Plaything". Before you know what's happening you find yourself in a room with Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin. Minho has plans for you but he doesn't know you can play games too. Pairing: Lee Know x fem reader, Changbin x fem reader, Hyunjin x fem reader. Word count: 8k approx

Submission: Lee Minho x fem reader. You're billionaire Lee Minho's "plaything", but tonight the tables have turned and he let's you dom him. Approx word count: 3.4k

Ask: Minho face f^cks male!reader 🫠 this was so fun to write 🥵

↠Minsung / Minsung x reader↞

Minsung Saves the Day Minsung x fem reader (5 minute read) You've just been fingered to the brink of orgasm by Chan and Hyunjin in the back of a car, whilst Minho and Seungmin sit up front. Now you've arrived at the club and there's only one thing on your mind.

Behind the Curtain: mean!Han x bratty!reader + helpful!Minho. You tease your boyfriend Han before a show and he's not happy. So he punishes you, leaves you in a needy mess, and sends Minho to look for you. What happens when Minho can't resist your needs?

Kidnapper Clowns: clown!jisung x fem reader + Minho (5 minute read). dark smut // reader is "kidnapped" and tied up in the basement of two men in clown masks. Everything is planned/consensual.

Pretty Little Kitties: Jisung x reader x Minho. Jisung buys you and him matching kitten ears and tails. Minho joins in.

The window across the street: Han x fem aunty Lina x fem reader.

Private Show v.1 minsung x fem!reader | version.1 - you're a dancer at an exclusive establishment where you perform for kpop idols in masks. Minho and Jisung are after a specific kind of private show from you.

Private Show v.2 similar to v.1 but Minho and Jisung are in masks and reader doesn’t know it’s them (or does she?). This version plays out differently to v.1 and is super unhinged.

Minho edges Han

bratty fem!reader, Minsung must punish you

↠3Racha↞

We’ll make it fit: 3Racha Chan x Changbin x reader w/han for 2secs. They want to use her like their little toy. Dp.

3 racha c^m dump: Han asks you to meet him in the corridor at the bar. Bartender Chan and Security Guard Changbin join in.

3racha free use hard thoughts 1/♾️

3racha free use hard thoughts 2/♾️

3racha free use hard thoughts 3/♾️

↠Other Members / Mixed pairings↞

Werewolf chan turns inside you

Massage Therapist Changbin

Good cop Han / Bad cop Minho

Dom Seungmin and Jeongin x fem reader

Who in skz likes anal? ask

Taken: Drabble - Ot8 x gn reader. You’re snatched after work by 8 sexy men and taken to an abandoned warehouse… exactly what you’d paid for.

Middle-aged neighbour Chan and his friends x fem!reader

Skz reaction to you wearing a butt plug

All Stops to Cumville Station ot8, but featuring Minho, Seungmin and Chan

If skz worked at an adult shop what would each member recommend?

Let Daddy Take Care of it chan x hyunjin x fem reader (5 min read) Fem!reader is horny on the way to the club. Chan and Hyunjin help her out with their fingers in the backseat of the car.

After Hours: Felix; personal assistant | You; Corporate Boss. You're a corporate boss, he is your personal assistant. You're his boss by day, but after hours his soft dom side gets you weak.

Sweet Sweet Punishment: Bratty Han convinces you to let him go down on you without permission from Chan and Lino. They punish you both in front of everyone when they get home. features ot8.

Little Deaths (posted on my main blog) ot8 x reader. You’re stranded at a mansion where 8 horny ghosts must pleasure you.

Fuckbois Jilix: thoughts on how they pick you up and take you home.

Fuckbois Jilix version 2

The Sunshine Princesses

Concept: Freeze: gangster boss fem reader x Chan x Hyunjin

Male reader x Han x Jeongin: you’re the meat in this delicious sandwich / dom top Han, Jeongin bottoms for the first time.

Thing dom chan likes to do to you (posted on my main blog)

Who in skz will share you (ask)

↠Fem!skz Universe↞

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⋆��❅ A Second Chance ⋆⁺❅

⋆⁺❅ Pairing - Changbin × Fem Reader

⋆⁺❅ Plot - Dating Changbin means constantly competing with his busy schedule for time together. However, it pushes you to your limit when he fails to come home on time for Christmas. As frustration builds, you start questioning where you truly stand in his priorities.

⋆⁺❅ Genre - Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Fluff

⋆⁺❅ Warnings - Pretty angsty, abandonment, Hurt to comfort, Idol au

⋆⁺❅ Word Count - 8.4K ⋆⁺❅ Screenshot Count - 4

⋆⁺❅ A/N - Episode 3 of Staymas is here! Dating a K-pop idol might seem like a dream, but what lies behind the spotlight tells a different story. This episode explores the struggles, heartbreak, and reality behind the fantasy. Hope it speaks to you all! Just slightly proofread so apologies for any mistake 🙂��↕️

⋆⁺❅ SKZ Masterlist ⋆⁺❅ Staymas Masterlist

Snow fell in thick, soft flurries outside the apartment window, painting the world in a pristine white blanket. It should have felt magical...it was Christmas Eve, after all..but inside, your heart felt heavy, weighed down by a familiar ache.

It was your third Christmas with Changbin, and you had been so excited this time. For months, you’d clung to the promise he’d made -

This Christmas would be different.

He’d assured you that after the relentless tours, promotions, and schedules that had kept him away for the past eight months, he’d finally spend it by your side.

Being with someone like Changbin came with challenges, and you knew that better than anyone. He was part of 3RACHA and Stray Kids, a group that had taken the world by storm. Every sleepless night, every grueling choreography, every chart-topping success, it all made you so proud of him. But pride didn’t quiet the loneliness that echoed through your days and nights. You understood his dreams, you admired his passion, but sometimes, understanding didn’t make it hurt any less.

Still, tonight was supposed to be different. You’d convinced yourself of that. Pushing aside the nagging doubts, you poured your energy into decorating the apartment. A silver Christmas tree stood in the corner, its shimmering ornaments carefully arranged. The table was set like something out of a storybook:candles glowing softly amidst dishes you had spent the whole day preparing. Even the gifts you’d wrapped with such care sat neatly beneath the tree, waiting for him.

“Maybe tonight, it’ll finally feel like Christmas,”

you whispered to yourself as you looked around at your work. Satisfied, you sank into the couch, pulling a blanket over yourself. With a smile, you grabbed , your phone and sent him a text.

But as the hours crept by, the apartment remained eerily quiet. The candles burned low, casting shadows across the untouched dishes. The tree’s lights blinked cheerfully, mocking the emptiness that surrounded you.

You glanced at your phone again, the screen still void of any reply. The clock struck nine. Then ten. Your stomach twisted as doubt settled in. Maybe he’s on his way, you thought, desperately clinging to hope. Maybe he got caught up in traffic.

But then the phone buzzed, and for a fleeting moment, your heart soared. You scrambled to unlock it, only to feel that fragile hope shatter.

The words blurred as tears welled up in your eyes. A bitter laugh slipped past your lips.....hollow and cold. Merry Christmas? That was all? No apology. No acknowledgment of the effort you’d put into tonight. Just two sentences, as if you were an afterthought.

Your chest ached as the realization sunk in. This wasn’t new. He’d done this before-broken promises that left you waiting, hoping for a moment of connection that never came. You had told yourself things would change, that this time he meant it. But here you were again, sitting in a beautifully decorated apartment, surrounded by cold food and a tree that felt more lonely than festive.

“Why do I even bother?” you whispered into the silence, the weight of your disappointment crushing you. You wanted to scream, to cry, to demand why he couldn’t make space for you in his busy world. But all you did was sit there, staring at the flickering candles, wondering how much more your heart could take.

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Across town, Changbin leaned against the cold studio wall, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. The set buzzed with relentless energy...directors shouting, assistants rushing with equipment, and lights glaring harshly above him. The festive decorations, draped in fake snow and oversized ornaments, felt like a cruel parody of joy, mocking him with every twinkle.

This shoot wasn’t supposed to happen. It had been a last-minute addition, labeled “urgent” and impossible to decline. His schedule, already unforgiving, had swallowed his days whole.....grueling dance practices, back-to-back interviews, rehearsals, and midnight studio sessions. Changbin had always prided himself on his dedication, but tonight, that commitment felt more like a chain than a choice.

The set, designed to exude holiday magic, only amplified the ache in his chest. The sparkling lights and oversized Christmas trees weren’t festive to him; they were reminders of what he’d promised you and failed to deliver.

He could see you in his mind’s eye, your face lighting up when you’d told him about your Christmas plans. He remembered the way your voice had bubbled with excitement as you described the dishes you’d cook, the decorations you’d hung, and the gifts you’d wrapped just for him.

“Are you sure you’ll be home on time?” you’d asked, your eyes searching his for reassurance.

“Of course,” he’d said with a smile, ruffling your hair. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Now those words felt like a cruel lie.

When the director finally called for a break, Changbin sank into a chair, his body heavy with fatigue. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and for a fleeting moment, he hesitated. When he finally pulled it out, your message greeted him:

YN💞: Dinner’s ready!

YN💞: Everything’s set!

YN💞: I can’t wait for you to come home Binnie 🫶🥰

Your excitement leapt from the screen, twisting the guilt in his chest into something unbearable. He could picture you waiting, the table set perfectly, the apartment glowing with the warmth of your efforts. You believed in him....trusted him to keep his promise.

But what could he say? Another excuse? Another hollow apology? His fingers hovered over the screen before he shoved the phone back into his pocket, the weight of it heavier than ever.

“I’ll text her later,” he muttered to himself, though he knew it was a lie.

The hours dragged mercilessly. Retakes turned into more retakes, delays stacked upon delays, and by the time the shoot finally wrapped, it was well past midnight. His body felt like it might collapse, his mind too fogged with exhaustion to think clearly.

Sitting in the back of the van, Changbin stared at his phone, his heart heavy. He typed the message quickly, as if rushing it would dull the sting.

Binnie🫶💕: Schedule Ran Late

Binnie🫶💕: Don’t Wait Up

Binnie🫶💕: Merry Christmas Love ❤️

Hitting send, he leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes. The thought of you sitting alone, surrounded by cold food and untouched decorations, tore at him, but the exhaustion pulling him under was stronger.

“Take me back to the dorm,” he told the driver quietly.

As the van sped through the city, he let his mind drift to a different version of the night - a version where he walked through the door of your apartment, pulled you into his arms, and sat down to share the meal you’d prepared with so much care. He imagined your laughter, the way your eyes would light up when he handed you the gift he’d hidden in his bag, and the warmth of your smile as you teased him for being late.

But that wasn’t reality.

Instead, he stumbled into the dorm, his legs heavy, his heart heavier. Dropping his bag by the door, he collapsed onto his bed without even changing.

In the dark, guilt whispered to him, soft but unrelenting. His last thought before exhaustion claimed him was a quiet, desperate promise:

I’ll make it up to her. I have to.

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The apartment was silent, save for the faint crackle of candles burning low on the dining table. You sat at the edge of your seat, staring at the untouched plates of food you’d spent hours preparing. Each dish was a labor of love - Changbin’s favorites, perfected through trial and error. Tonight, you had wanted everything to be flawless.

The table was a vision of warmth and care. Gold-rimmed glasses reflected the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the room. A delicate Christmas centerpiece, sprinkled with pinecones and holly, stood proudly at the center. Everything screamed holiday magic, but it all felt hollow without him there.

You’d imagined it so differently. Changbin walking through the door, exhausted but smiling, pulling you into a hug. Dinner would be filled with laughter, stolen glances, and shared stories. Later, you’d cuddle on the couch, the sound of Christmas carols mingling with his quiet whispers as the world outside faded into irrelevance.

But that fantasy shattered the moment his message buzzed onto your screen.

Binnie🫶💕: Schedule Ran Late

Binnie🫶💕: Don’t Wait Up

Binnie🫶💕: Merry Christmas love ❤️

You’d stared at it, willing the words to change, hoping there was some mistake. But there wasn’t. He wasn’t coming home.

The carefully built walls of understanding and patience you’d maintained for months began to crack. You told yourself you shouldn’t be upset. He was busy. His life wasn’t easy. You knew this when you fell in love with him. But the excuses you repeated in your mind did nothing to stop the sting.

Midnight came with his message and went. The food, once steaming and inviting, grew cold. The candles melted down to stubs, their soft flicker dimming with time. Still, you waited, staring at the clock as if it could rewind the hours and bring him back to you.

Finally, you stood and began clearing the plates. The sound of dishes clinking in the sink echoed through the apartment, sharp and unforgiving. Your hands scrubbed the plates with a force that made your knuckles ache. Tears slipped down your cheeks, unbidden and unstoppable.

Why do I always come second?

The thought hit you like a punch to the gut. You’d spent months convincing yourself that this was what it meant to love someone like Changbin, someone whose passion and dedication burned so brightly it often eclipsed everything else. You’d told yourself his absence didn’t mean he cared any less, that it was enough to support him from the sidelines.

But tonight, it didn’t feel like enough.

After cleaning up, you shuffled into the living room. The Christmas movie you’d put on earlier played on the screen, its cheerful music and heartwarming scenes mocking the ache in your chest. You curled up on the couch, pulling a blanket tightly around your shoulders, desperate for any kind of comfort.

The festive scenes on the TV blurred as fresh tears filled your eyes. You’d chosen this movie for him...another small gesture to make tonight special. Now, it was nothing more than background noise in an apartment that felt emptier than ever.

Your gaze flicked to the table. The centerpiece sat untouched, its once-vivid greenery now muted in the dim light. The image of the meal you’d prepared, the effort you’d poured into every detail, haunted you.

“Why can’t I be enough?” you whispered into the stillness, the words trembling with pain.

You knew he worked hard. You knew he was chasing dreams that required sacrifice. But was it wrong to want him to choose you, even for one night? To make you feel like you were more than just another responsibility on his endless list?

The tears came faster now, your body shaking as you buried your face in your hands. You hated this...hated feeling so vulnerable, so small. But the loneliness that settled in your chest was suffocating, and no amount of rationalizing could ease it.

The movie played on, oblivious to your pain. Its happy endings felt like a cruel reminder of what you didn’t have tonight. The love you’d poured into your relationship seemed to hang in the air, unanswered and unreciprocated.

You stretched out on the couch, exhaustion from the day and the crying weighing heavily on you. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the TV, and the soft shadows of the fairy lights danced on the walls.

“I just wanted to spend tonight with you,” you murmured, your voice barely audible over the sound of the film.

Sleep crept in slowly, pulling you under despite the heaviness in your chest. But even in sleep, there was no peace. Your dreams were fragmented, filled with fleeting images of Changbin...his warm smile, his comforting presence, the promises he’d made and broken.

And so, you lay there on the couch, bathed in the dim light of the TV, your cheeks still damp with tears, the weight of your heartbreak settling into the quiet of the night.

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The dorm was dark when Changbin arrived, and for once, the quiet didn’t bring him peace. His body ached with exhaustion, but it was the kind that settled in his chest, not his muscles. He dropped his bag near the door, barely making it to his bed before collapsing. His mind swirled with thoughts of you,your message, your disappointment, but sleep claimed him too quickly for guilt to take root.

Morning didn’t offer mercy. The moment he opened his eyes, the heaviness hit him like a freight train. He reached for his phone, rereading your message until the words blurred. The sharpness of your pain seeped through every syllable, making it harder to breathe. He typed and deleted replies, each one feeling more hollow than the last.

He thought about calling you but couldn’t bring himself to dial. What could he possibly say? “I’m sorry” felt inadequate. So instead, he clung to the hope that he could make it right. After practice, after the chaos, he would fix this.

When he finally stood outside your door, the weight of his hesitation nearly crushed him. In one hand, he clutched a bouquet of your favorite flowers, their petals trembling as he fidgeted with them. In the other, a bag of carefully chosen gifts - a futile attempt to bridge the gap between you. He had planned this moment in his head, rehearsing his apology a thousand times. But now, standing in front of the door, he realized he was terrified.

The guilt was suffocating, gnawing at him with every passing second. Finally, he forced himself to knock lightly, his heart pounding as the seconds stretched into what felt like hours.

When he stepped inside, the silence struck him first. It was the kind of silence that wasn’t empty but heavy, laden with unspoken words and shattered expectations. Then, he saw you. You were on the couch, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the blank TV screen. The way you sat...so stiff, so distant...made him want to shrink into nothingness.

“Hey,” he tried, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t acknowledge him at first, the air between you stretching unbearably thin. Finally, you turned your head, and when your eyes met his, his heart cracked. They were tired, swollen, and red-rimmed, a clear reflection of the tears you’d shed. Tears he had caused.

“You’re late,” you said, your voice flat, stripped of any warmth.

“I know,” he started, shifting uncomfortably. “I’m sorry. The shoot ran late, and I....”

“And you what?” you cut him off sharply, your tone biting. “Decided I wasn’t worth the effort? Decided it was easier to ignore me than to try?”

He flinched, the venom in your words hitting harder than he expected. “It’s not like that,” he said, a defensive edge creeping into his voice. “You don’t understand...”

“Oh, I don’t understand?” You stood up suddenly, the force of your pain radiating in every word. “I don’t understand what it’s like to spend hours cooking your favorite meals, setting up a table, waiting by the door for you, only for you not to bother showing up? You didn’t even call, Changbin.”

“I was exhausted!” he snapped, his frustration boiling over. “Do you think I wanted to miss it? Do you think I don’t care?”

“If you cared, you would’ve been here!” you shot back, your voice breaking as tears welled in your eyes. “I don’t need flowers, or gifts, or apologies. I needed you. Just you. But you couldn’t even give me that.”

His defenses crumbled as he saw you breaking in front of him, your tears spilling over despite your efforts to hold them back. “I didn’t want to ruin everything by coming home like that,” he said weakly. “I didn’t want you to see me like....”

“You ruined it anyway!” you screamed, your voice raw. “You don’t get it, do you? Last night wasn’t just about Christmas. It was about us. About me sitting alone at a table set for two, wondering if I even matter to you anymore.”

“You matter to me more than anything,” he pleaded, stepping closer, his voice cracking. “I was thinking about you the whole time...”

“Then why weren’t you here?” you interrupted, your voice trembling with the weight of your anguish. “Why is it so easy for you to put everything else before me? Why do I have to keep convincing myself that I’m enough when your actions scream otherwise?”

He had no answer. Every excuse he had felt hollow, every apology meaningless. The flowers in his hand suddenly felt ridiculous, a cheap token compared to the love you’d given him without hesitation.

You grabbed your coat, your movements sharp and decisive.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

“Out,” you said, not sparing him a glance.

“Y/N, please,” he begged, reaching for your arm, but you pulled away.

“Just stop, Changbin,” you said, your voice quiet but firm. “You’ve already let me down enough.”

And then you were gone, the door slamming shut behind you, leaving him in a silence so oppressive it felt like it might swallow him whole.

He stood there, frozen, his heart in his throat. The flowers slipped from his hand, landing forgotten on the floor. Slowly, he sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands.

Your words echoed in his mind, relentless and unforgiving.

"Why weren’t you here?"

"You didn’t even try."

He sat there for what felt like hours, replaying every moment, every choice that had led to this. The guilt was a living thing, wrapping itself around him and squeezing until he couldn’t breathe.

He had thought he was tired last night, but now he realized exhaustion was nothing compared to the weight of losing you. And he was terrified it might already be too late to make things right.

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You stepped out into the streets, the cold afternoon breeze brushing against your skin. Yet, it barely registered. The chill was nothing compared to the numbness inside you. It was strange how the ache of love could seep so deeply into your bones, leaving behind only a hollow shell of what once was. They were right - Love that gives you joy can just as easily bring unbearable pain.

And today, it had broken you.

You wandered aimlessly, your feet carrying you to a nearby park. The quiet rustle of the trees and the distant laughter of children did little to soothe the storm raging in your chest. You sank onto a bench, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as if to hold the pieces of your heart together.

The argument replayed in your mind like a broken record, each word sharper than the last. The sound of your voice trembling with anger, his frustration bleeding into his tone...it all echoed in your head, relentless and unyielding.

Around you, happy couples strolled hand in hand, their smiles and laughter only deepening the ache in your chest. Tears spilled freely now, streaking down your face as you let yourself feel the weight of it all.

"Should I break up with him?"

The thought was terrifying, but it lingered, stubborn and insistent. Could you keep going like this? Loving someone who made you feel so small, so invisible? The hours passed as you sat there, lost in the labyrinth of your own pain, searching for an answer that didn’t seem to exist.

When the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you finally rose from the bench. Your limbs felt heavy, your heart even more so. Heading back to your apartment...the place that once felt warm and safe...now felt like walking into a stranger’s house. The walls that once held your happiest moments now felt cold and distant.

You hesitated at the entrance, the weight of the earlier fight pressing down on you. You couldn’t bear to face him, not yet. The thought of his apologies, his explanations, his guilt-filled eyes...it was too much.

Instead, you turned on your heel and headed toward YFN’s place. Maybe talking to her would help. Maybe spilling the pain you’d been holding in would ease the tightness in your chest. You needed someone to remind you who you were, to tell you that you deserved more than this suffocating love.

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Changbin sat alone in the apartment long after you had stormed out. The silence felt heavier than anything he'd ever experienced, pressing against his chest like a weight he couldn’t shake off. The soft glow of the Christmas lights, once warm and festive, now felt mocking, cruel reminders of a night that was supposed to be magical but ended in disaster. His eyes darted to the table you had so lovingly set the night before. The untouched food, now cold and forgotten, felt like a metaphor for your relationship...something once vibrant and full of warmth, now abandoned and left to wither.

He buried his face in his hands, guilt clawing at his insides with a ferocity that refused to let up. Each passing second without you felt like a lifetime. He reached for his phone when it buzzed, his heart leaping at the thought that maybe...just maybe..it was you. But it wasn’t. It was his manager, reminding him about tomorrow’s schedule. The triviality of it all hit him like a slap in the face. None of it mattered. Not the schedules, not the shoots, not the rehearsals. What good was it all if he couldn’t keep the one thing that made it all bearable?

He tossed the phone onto the couch, a single tear sliding down his cheek as the weight of his failures settled over him like a suffocating blanket. How had it come to this? How had he let things spiral so far out of control? He thought back to the look in your eyes before you left—the pain, the betrayal, the disappointment. It was a look he’d never forget, one that would haunt him for as long as he lived.

The next morning was no better. He woke up late, the weight of his guilt still heavy on his chest. The ache in his body was nothing compared to the torment in his heart. The walls of the practice room felt like they were closing in on him as he went through the motions, his usual energy replaced by a hollow, lifeless shell of himself.

Han was the first to notice. He always noticed.

“Hyung,” Han said softly, pulling Changbin aside. “What’s going on? You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

Changbin didn’t know how to answer. The weight of his actions, of his failure to show up for you, weighed so heavily on his heart that he could barely speak about it. But Han wasn’t letting him off that easy.

“You look like you’ve been through a storm,” Han continued, his voice softer now. “What happened?”

Han quietly motioned for Changbin to sit. Once they were both settled on the couch, the silence between them hung heavy, thick with unspoken tension. Changbin’s head was lowered, and for a moment, Han wondered if his friend would say anything at all. The weight of the silence stretched, suffocating, until finally, the dam broke.

“I didn’t go home last night,” Changbin admitted, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. “Y/N spent all day preparing for Christmas Eve. She cooked. She made everything look perfect. And I… I stayed at the dorms. I didn’t even go back to her.”

Han’s eyebrows furrowed, his disbelief clear. “Why? Did something happen? Did she… understand?”

Changbin hesitated, his defenses creeping up even as his guilt overwhelmed him. “I was exhausted,” he began, though the words felt hollow even to him. “I had this shoot, and it ran late, and I just… I didn’t have it in me to go home and face her.”

Han leaned forward, his gaze sharp but not unkind. “So, you’re telling me you left her alone on Christmas Eve? Changbin Hyung, come on. You know better than that.”

Changbin’s voice cracked as he tried to explain, desperation bleeding into his words. “I thought it was the better option. I thought… showing up like that, completely drained, would ruin everything she worked so hard for. But now… now I realize I hurt her even more by not going at all.”

Han let out a long sigh, shaking his head slowly. “You’re right. You messed up. Big time.”

Changbin swallowed hard, his throat dry, his chest tightening with shame. “How do I fix it, Hannie?” he asked, his voice trembling as he leaned back against the practice room wall. He dropped his head into his hands, as though searching for answers in the quiet darkness behind his closed eyes.

Han watched him closely, his own heart aching for his friend. The usually composed, confident Changbin looked utterly defeated, like a man who had just realized how deeply he had wounded the one person he couldn’t bear to lose.

“Will she even take me back after all this?” Changbin whispered, his voice barely audible, yet thick with emotion. The thought of losing you completely was unbearable, and the weight of that fear pressed down on him like a storm.

Han’s gaze softened, but he didn’t let up. He leaned closer, his tone gentle but firm. “I don’t know if she’ll take you back, Hyung. I can’t promise you that. But what I do know is this: you can’t just sit here and hope she’ll forgive you. You have to try. You have to show her you want this—you have to prove it. Not with words, but with actions.”

Changbin’s shoulders sagged, Han’s words hitting him like a punch to the gut. But in the midst of the sting, there was something else: clarity. Han wasn’t offering him false reassurances or easy solutions. He was challenging him to take responsibility, to step up, to fight for what he’d almost let slip away.

“But how?” Changbin’s voice was raw, stripped of all the bravado he usually carried. “What if it’s too late? What if I’ve already ruined everything?”

Han exhaled slowly, his gaze steady. He understood that fear, that self-doubt, better than most. But he also knew it couldn’t be an excuse. “I can’t tell you exactly how to fix it,” he said honestly. “But I do know that if you love her...really love her....you’ll find a way. You’ll make sacrifices. You’ll show her, not just tell her, that you understand what you did wrong and that you’re willing to change.”

Changbin’s hands clenched into fists, his mind racing. Every word Han said felt like a spark igniting something deep within him. He thought of you....your laugh, your warmth, the way you had looked at him with so much hope and love, even as he took it for granted.

“I need to fix this,” he whispered, more to himself than to Han. “I need to make it right.”

Han nodded, a small but encouraging smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Then go. Go to her. Don’t let her walk away....not without knowing how hard you’re willing to fight for her.”

Changbin’s fists tightened, his heart hammering in his chest as his mind raced. Thoughts of you flooded his consciousness...of all the promises he had made, of everything he had taken for granted. His breath hitched as the weight of his mistakes pressed down on him.

“I need to fix this,” he murmured, more to himself than to Han. “I need to make it right.”

Han nodded slowly, a faint, encouraging smile on his face. “Then go. Go to her. Be there for her. Don’t let her walk away without knowing you fought for her, that you’re willing to fight for this.”

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After practice, Changbin didn’t waste a single second. His mind had been spinning throughout the session, but now that the final notes had been struck and the lights had dimmed, there was no more time for hesitation. He could feel the crushing weight of his decision, but there was no turning back. The past few days had been nothing but regret, and he couldn’t bear another second without trying to make things right.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingers trembling just slightly as he dialed his manager’s number.

“I need to cancel my schedule for tonight,” Changbin said, his voice sharp, cutting through the tension that had settled deep in his chest. His tone was firm, resolute...there was no room for negotiation. Tonight, this mattered more than any shoot, more than any event. He had made a promise to himself, and he was determined to keep it.

There was a brief, pregnant pause. Then the manager’s voice crackled through the line, sharp and incredulous.

“Changbin, this is important!” his manager began, clearly not ready to give in so easily.

“I’ll make it up later,” Changbin interrupted, his patience running thin. “It’s not negotiable. Cancel it.”

He could practically feel the manager’s frustration on the other end, the disbelief at his refusal to budge. But tonight, Changbin wasn’t backing down.

Another tense silence filled the space between them. Changbin’s heart pounded louder with each passing second, the minutes ticking by, taking him further from his regrets and closer to you. Finally, the manager let out a defeated sigh.

“Fine. But you owe me one,” the manager grumbled.

Changbin didn’t care about the debt. He didn’t care about anything else in that moment. He was done with the excuses, done with letting work consume every ounce of his life. You needed him, and he had ignored that for far too long. Without another word, he ended the call. The phone’s screen went dark, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a sense of clarity settled over him. No more distractions. No more excuses. There was only one thing left to do.

The car screeched to a halt outside your building, and before the driver could even fully park, Changbin was already out of the vehicle. His mind was set, his resolve unshakable. He didn’t look back as he marched toward the entrance, his fingers fumbling for his phone. He quickly sent you a message, letting you know he was on his way, though words couldn’t fully capture the urgency in his heart.

But when the message failed to send, his heart sank.

“Fuck!” he shouted into the emptiness, his frustration echoing in the silence. You had blocked him, and now there was no way to find you. Panic surged through him. He dialed your number again, his fingers trembling as the call went straight to voicemail. He tried again. And again. Desperation clawed at him with each failed attempt.

After what felt like an eternity, his phone buzzed, a fleeting hope rising in his chest. He snatched it up, praying it was you. But it wasn’t. It was a message from your friend.

He immediately got to work, knowing how much Christmas meant to you. You had talked about it so many times....the magic of the season, the small, intimate moments shared with someone you cared about. Changbin decided that if he was going to prove his commitment to you, it had to be meaningful, personal.

The whole afternoon was spent transforming the apartment. He rearranged the furniture, finished decorating the half-done Christmas tree, and hung the lights carefully, making sure the room felt warm and inviting—just like you always imagined it would. He even found the candles you loved, setting them around the apartment to create a soft, intimate glow.

But it wasn’t just the decorations that mattere....it was the food. Changbin knew you loved a particular dish, a comfort food that reminded you of your family. He’d never made it himself before, but he spent hours in the kitchen, making sure it was perfect. The pressure to get it right was overwhelming, but he didn’t care. This was for you. This was his way of showing you that he was willing to fight for your trust. Finally, after hours of frantic work, the apartment was ready. The smell of your favorite dishes filled the air, and the tree sparkled in the corner, casting a warm, inviting glow.

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When you stood in front of the door, your hands were sweating with anticipation, your heart pounding in your chest. The cool air felt thick around you, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Part of you didn’t want to believe the texts he had sent YFN, promising he’d change, that he was going to make things right.

You had heard all these words before....sweet nothings meant to soothe, promises made in the heat of guilt that never amounted to anything. You knew him better than anyone. His words had always been a comfort, but they had never been enough to back up the actions. You had fallen for that before.

But then, there was this sliver of hope that you couldn’t quite shake. A tiny part of you, despite all the hurt, the frustration, the disappointment...wanted to believe. You wanted to believe that he had finally realized the weight of his mistakes, that he had truly changed. You wanted to believe that he would show you, not just tell you, that he was ready to be the person you needed him to be.

Still, doubts gnawed at you. Could he really change? Was it possible for him to be different, to be there for you the way you had always hoped? Or were you just setting yourself up for more heartbreak? The questions spiraled in your mind, each one louder than the last.

And yet, despite all the fear and uncertainty, you couldn’t stop yourself. Maybe it was the last shred of hope, the desperate desire for things to be different, that made you raise your hand and knock on the door. The sound of the knock echoed in the stillness, and for a moment, you stood there, frozen, bracing yourself for whatever came next.

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When Changbin opened the door, you stood frozen for a moment. Your hands trembled as they hovered at your sides, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. As you looked up at him, your eyes were guarded, distant, shielded behind a mask you had perfected over the past days. The hurt, the anger, everything that had been weighing you down was there, hiding just beneath the surface. But despite everything, despite how much you tried to keep him at arm’s length, he saw the vulnerability there. It was fleeting, but it was enough for him to know that you weren’t entirely closed off to him.

You stepped into the apartment, your breath catching in your throat. The moment you crossed the threshold, something felt different. The atmosphere in the room was unlike anything you had expected. The warm glow of candles flickered in the dim light, casting soft, dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of your favorite dishes, the ones that always comforted you, wafted through the air, pulling at your senses and making you feel a little lighter, despite everything. It was as if you had stepped into another world - a world where the pain, the confusion, the distance didn’t exist. For a split second, you felt suspended in time, caught between disbelief and a longing you didn’t want to acknowledge.

You stood there, frozen, taking it all in. Changbin had rearranged the apartment, changed the entire atmosphere with his efforts. It was as though he had taken the same care and dedication he poured into his music and channeled it into this moment, this space. The decorations were thoughtful, intimate...a soft, gentle reminder of the warmth he had once promised to share with you. And as you stood there, you couldn’t help but be stunned by the sight of it all. You hadn’t expected this. You didn’t know what you expected, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Changbin stood by the couch, his expression nervous, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you were thinking. His heart raced as you took in the room...the lights, the decorations, everything he had done. There was a mix of hope and anxiety in his eyes, and you could feel it as he silently waited for your response.

"Changbin..." Your voice was barely a whisper, filled with disbelief, as though you couldn't quite fathom that this was real. "You did all this?"

His voice trembled slightly as he stepped closer to you. "Y/N... I'm so sorry. I messed up. I know I don’t deserve you, but I need to fix this. Please, let me show you that I’m willing to try."

The silence between you both was heavy, thick with the unspoken words, with the weight of everything that had happened in the past few days. It felt like the space itself was holding its breath, waiting for you to speak, to react.

Finally, your voice broke, raw with emotion. "You don’t even know how much it hurt when you didn’t come back that night, Changbin. I spent the entire day preparing everything, waiting for you… Christmas Eve, a day we were supposed to share. I waited for hours, and you didn’t even care enough to show up. Do you have any idea what that felt like?"

Changbin felt the sharp sting of your words, each one cutting deeper than he could have imagined. He could hear the tremor in your voice, the vulnerability in your words, and it shattered his heart. But he didn’t argue. He didn’t try to defend himself because he knew you were right. He had left you when you needed him the most. And nothing he could say would take that pain away.

"I wasn’t thinking," he admitted quietly, his voice thick with regret. "I was selfish. I thought I could push through everything....work, the shoot, the schedule....but I ignored you. I ignored us. And I hate that I hurt you like this. I’m so sorry, Y/N."

You stood there, arms tightly crossed in front of you, your gaze turned away from him, as though you couldn’t bear to look at him just yet. "I don’t know if I can forget this, Changbin. You hurt me so much. You didn’t even think about what I needed, what I was feeling. It’s like I didn’t matter."

Changbin’s chest tightened at your words. The last thing he ever wanted was for you to feel like you didn’t matter. He wanted so badly to reach out, to hold you, to tell you everything would be okay, but he knew that words alone wouldn’t be enough this time. He had to show you. He had to prove to you that he was truly sorry, that he could be better.

"I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness," he said softly, the words heavy with sincerity. "But I need you to know that I’m willing to do whatever it takes. I won’t make excuses anymore. I’ll show you how much you mean to me if you’ll let me."

You stayed silent for what felt like an eternity, and Changbin could feel his heart race. Was he too late? Had he ruined everything? Was there any way to repair the damage he had caused?

Finally, you sighed, your voice soft but uncertain. "I just... I don’t know. I’m so confused, Changbin. The loneliness, the waiting... I feel like I’ve been pushed aside. Like I didn’t matter."

"I understand," he said quietly, his voice gentle but filled with determination. "And I’m so sorry. You should never have felt that way. I should’ve been there for you. But I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere. Please, let me show you how much you mean to me."

"How?" you asked, your voice trembling, barely a whisper.

Changbin could feel the weight of your question, the gravity of it, and he knew there was no going back. He had to be completely honest with you, to show you how committed he was to making things right. "I want to show you something," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I know I’ve let you down, and I can’t undo that. But tonight, I want to make it up to you. I’ve cleared my schedule for the next two days. No work, no distractions. Just you and me. I’m not going to let this slip away."

You searched his face for any sign of insincerity, any hint of him just saying what he thought you wanted to hear. But there was nothing...only the raw vulnerability in his eyes, the quiet sincerity in his voice. For a moment, he held his breath, waiting for your response.

"You don’t have to do all this, Changbin," you said softly, your voice carrying a mixture of sadness and doubt. "I’m not sure anything will change just because you... cancel your schedule."

He nodded, understanding the skepticism in your voice. "I know. But I want to show you that I can be better. That I will be better for you. I’m not asking for forgiveness right away, but just... let me prove it."

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you turned away, and he motioned for you to follow him. As you walked into the shared room, the soft glow of Christmas lights bathed the space, casting gentle shadows across the walls. The familiar scent of something delicious filled the air, pulling at your senses. You followed him into the room, and that’s when you saw it...on the table, a beautifully set spread of food. The sight took you by surprise. There, amid the candles and the warm, inviting glow, was the comfort food you had always described as a childhood memory. The dish you always loved, the one that never failed to make you feel at home.

"I made dinner," Changbin said quietly, his voice full of nervous excitement. "I know it’s not much, but I thought it might help."

You looked at the table, taking in the sight of the food: the sweet potato noodles, the tteok guk, the roasted vegetables, and of course, the dish you always cherished. Changbin had even prepared a dessert, and you could see the care he had put into every detail. It wasn’t just the food, though. It was the fact that he had taken the time, the effort, to make this night special for you. He had given you something that mattered to him: his time, his undivided attention.

"You did all this for me?" you asked softly, your voice barely audible, a small sense of disbelief in your words.

Changbin smiled softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "I did. Because I want you to know that you matter. That I’m not going to make the same mistakes again."

You bit your lip, torn between the pain of the past and the small, flickering hope that maybe...just maybe...things could be different. You didn’t know how to trust him again. The hurt was still fresh, but the sincerity in his eyes made you want to try.

"I don’t know how to trust you again," you said quietly, the vulnerability in your voice making his chest tighten.

"I understand," he replied gently, his voice full of determination. "And I’m not asking you to trust me right away. But I’m here, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll prove it to you. Slowly, if I have to."

You stood there, your heart heavy with emotions you hadn’t been able to process before. Slowly, you nodded, a small, uncertain smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Fine," you said quietly, the words carrying more weight than you intended. "I’m giving you one last chance. Don’t disappoint me."

Changbin’s heart soared with a feeling he hadn’t dared to expect. It wasn’t perfect...far from it...but it was enough to breathe life back into his hope. That small, fragile thread of connection, once torn and frayed, was beginning to weave itself back together. There was still a long way to go, but the fact that you were here, sharing this moment, was more than he could have hoped for......

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As the evening unfolded, the two of you sat at the table, surrounded by the warmth of the flickering candles and the delicious scent of food filling the air. The silence between you was no longer heavy or awkward; it was a comfortable quiet, a space where the two of you could just be, without the weight of everything that had happened before. Changbin had worked tirelessly to clear his schedule, to create a space that would help you feel safe again. And slowly, you began to feel it, the effort, the thought, the care that he had poured into this night. It wasn’t just the meal he had prepared; it was the time, the attention, the honesty.

The food was incredible! far better than anything Changbin had anticipated. You could taste the care he had put into every dish, and something about that made the meal feel even more meaningful. The flavors were rich and comforting, each bite an affirmation of the effort he had put into making this evening about more than just an apology. It was about rebuilding, piece by piece. You couldn’t help but appreciate how much he had given of himself to make this moment special.

Changbin watched you closely, his eyes never straying far from your face. There was a nervousness there, of course...he had made so many mistakes before, and he wasn’t sure if this would be enough to fix things...but there was something else, too. A quiet determination. This wasn’t about erasing the past; it wasn’t about expecting forgiveness on the spot. It was about showing you that he was here, that he was present, and that he was willing to put in the work.

“You’ve really been thinking about this, haven’t you?” you asked after a moment, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and appreciation. Your eyes met his, and for the first time in a while, you saw something different in his gaze. Something real.

Changbin nodded, his expression softening. “Every day. I’m not just sorry for what I did. I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t important. I know I’ve hurt you, and I hate that. But I’m here now, and I promise...I’m not going to make the same mistake again.”

There was a long pause as his words settled between you. For the first time in days, you felt a small, tentative shift. It wasn’t a magical fix, and there was still so much hurt to process, but there was something undeniable in the way he was looking at you now. A sincerity that hadn’t been there before. It was a moment that didn’t erase the past but made the future feel a little less uncertain...

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Over the next two days, Changbin kept his word. He had cleared his schedule completely, no distractions, no work, no practice. Just the two of you. Every moment was spent together, whether it was quietly reading side by side, making breakfast together, or simply talking about anything and everything. As the hours passed, you felt something you hadn’t felt in weeks: peace. Slowly, bit by bit, the anger and doubt that had clung to you like a weight began to fade. It wasn’t gone entirely, but it was lighter now. You began to see that, maybe, this wasn’t the end of something broken. Maybe it was the beginning of something new.

You weren’t sure what the future would bring, but for the first time in a long while, you could feel the space between you and Changbin beginning to fill with warmth again. A warmth that hadn’t been there in weeks, maybe longer. It was subtle at first, a soft shift in the way you interacted, but it was there...gradually rebuilding itself.

On the third morning, you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. You stirred from sleep, feeling the comforting warmth of Changbin’s body pressed against yours. His arms were around you, pulling you close, and his face was buried in your hair, his breath soft and steady against the back of your neck. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours, the quiet reassurance that came with his presence. For the first time in a while, the weight of the past didn’t feel quite as heavy.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, his words muffled as he nuzzled closer to you.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you turned your head just slightly to plant a gentle kiss on the top of his messy hair. He groaned quietly, his lips curving into a sleepy smile as he lazily shifted closer to you, as though not wanting to break the quiet, peaceful bubble you had created over the past few days.

His lips brushed against your skin as he kissed your neck, his breath warm and comforting against your skin. “Mmm, don’t leave yet,” he whispered, his voice thick with the remnants of sleep. He tightened his hold on you just a little, as though he was afraid the moment would slip away if he let go.

As you lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, something deep inside you shifted. The ache from the past few weeks was still there, still lingering, but it felt distant now. Lighter. The reassurance in his touch was something you hadn’t realized you’d been craving. This wasn’t about him being perfect. It wasn’t about fixing everything overnight. It wasn’t about erasing the past...it was about something else. It was about this moment. This peace. This effort.

Changbin had made an effort. He had cleared his schedule. He had shown up when it mattered most. And somehow, in all of that, he had made you feel like you were the priority again. It hadn’t been easy for him, and it hadn’t been easy for you either, but the fact that he had tried...had kept trying...meant something. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real.

You shifted just slightly, glancing down at him as he lazily pulled you closer, his lips still pressed against your skin. His hair was messy, his face still soft with sleep, but there was something new in his expression now. A warmth that hadn’t been there before. A softness, a vulnerability. You could feel the sincerity in his touch, in the way he made sure to be present for you, to show up every day since he had apologized.

You didn’t say anything for a moment. The air around you felt different...almost sacred. Safe. Slowly, Changbin looked up at you, his dark eyes still sleepy but now holding something deeper. Something you could trust. Something that felt real.

“Thank you for giving me a chance,” he murmured quietly, his voice hoarse from sleep, but there was an undeniable sincerity behind every word.

You smiled gently, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. “It’s not about ‘thank you,’” you replied softly. “It’s about showing up. And you’ve been showing up.”

His expression softened, and a silent understanding passed between you both. It was unspoken, but it was there. You weren’t there yet. There was still a long way to go. But you were both working on it, together. Slowly, you were rebuilding something that had once seemed irreparably broken.

Changbin shifted again, kissing your cheek gently before murmuring, “I’ll keep showing up, Y/N. I promise.”

And in that moment, you realized something...perhaps you had been too afraid to admit it before, but now you understood: this was just the beginning. Not the perfect beginning, but a real one. And that was all either of you needed right now. With patience, with effort, and with time, everything else would fall into place. Together, slowly, you would make it through....

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[tr0p1cal]

cats got your tongue

the star series master list

synopsis: finding a cat in the alley beside the Star was not how you expected to end the worst day of your life, but maybe it’s just what you need to bring a little light back in on a gloomy day.

pairing: minho x reader

featuring: stray kids (mostly vocal/danceracha, but 3racha is mentioned), mingi of ateez, a very very brief blip of soobin from txt, and maybe others idk lol

genre: angst, fluff, crack, coffee shop au, college au, non idol au

warnings: sexual themes, language, toxic ex, mentioned cheating, mention and consumption of alcohol, kys/kms jokes, gangster mingi

note: this is strictly a work of fiction and not meant to portray a realistic version of the idols in any way. It is simply fantasy and meant purely for entertainment.

start: 23/9/23

end: 24/9/6

status: completed

schedule: monday and/or friday

🖍 = written portion within the part

teaser / aesthetic

introduction

one - L

two - nice distraction

three - questionable

four - not really but kinda really

five - trust your judgement

six - favoritism

seven - this you?

eight - get well soon I guess?

nine - no idea what a 3RACHA is..

ten - he’s alright I guess..

eleven - always get what I want🖍️

twelve - exiled for the time being

thirteen - Song Mingi hate club

fourteen - rainy gets bitches!?

fifteen - just don’t get caught

sixteen - very wrong

seventeen - not my business

eighteen - would give the would to you

nineteen - roomie movie night🖍️

twenty - admire the homies

twenty one - why were you there?🖍️

twenty two - your down bad is showing

twenty three - fan behavior

twenty four - hard launch?

twenty five - unholy ground

epilogue

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bonus parts

lee knows birthday

the priv

tag list is always open!

[wrapmeinatortilla]

Secrets in the Shadows - Y.JW smau

There are three things Y/n knows for certain:

1.) Danielle is her best friend

2.) Her favorite color is pink

3.) And the seven guys showing up in her dreams are both creepy and hot as hell

When Y/n starts college at her dream university, Decelis Academy, her dreams start to creep their way into reality. Things that are hidden come to light and she starts wishing some would have just stayed in the shadows.

Alternatively, you’re thrown into a world of supernatural beings. Are they friends, foes, or lovers? The choice is yours.

Pairing - Yang Jungwon x fem!reader

Featuring: all of Enhypen , Yunjin of Le Sserafim, Mark Lee of NCT, Hanni and Danielle from New Jeans, and finally 3RACHA as occasional characters

Genre: half smau, half written, fantasy, college!au, slight angst, slight crack, whole lot of fluff

Warnings: profanity, suggestive jokes/humor, murder, kay why ess jokes

Tortilla Note: Hello everyone! This is my first tumblr work and first smau so bare with me while I try to figure everything out! I hope you enjoy this. Updates will probably be a bit sporadic depending on what I have time to do!

Status - ONGOING

Taglist is OPEN

Profiles 1 Profiles 1.5

Profiles 2 Profiles 2.5

Prologue

Chapter 1 - First Day at Decelis

Chapter 2 - Y/n has no idea where she is

Chapter 3 - Sunoo gets a vibe check from God

Chapter 4 - A real catch

Chapter 5 - The Strange Case of Mark Lee and the Prophetic Dreamer

Chapter 6 - A Hypothesis (or well maybe I'm no scientist)

Chapter 7 - Muffins, Cakepops, and Coffee Spills

Chapter 8 - When in Doubt Blame Riki

Chapter 9 - Jungwon’s Persistent Migraine

Chapter 10 - Overprotective Friends Come in Handy

Chapter 11 - Creep

Chapter 12 - Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 13 - Poison in my Blood

[kangaracha]

RING, THE VICTORY SONG full prompt collection AO3

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Gen Fic/Multichaps

NEVERMORE music videos verse/skzcu; on the eve of being torn apart, eight boys tumble into a world where their music seems to hang in the very air they breathe; 150K AO3

OVERWINTER missing/bonus scenes from nevermore AO3

LYRE LYRE on his last night with the group, IN must make a choice: to stay, or to go; 8k AO3

LEAVE After an accident splits apart the group, Felix is left alone in the world, wishing for better days to return (little does he know, that dreams come to those who truly want them). TUMBLR | AO3

WHAT THE WATER BROUGHT The ocean expands, the days grow longer, the earth loses its patience with every inch it cedes to the shore. For the hundreth time, Minho washes up on the shore of a small island and wonders when this - long months at sea, endless battles to keep their ship, the golden age of whatever the hell they want - will come to its end. AO3

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SMAUs

QUEENMAKER bang chanxreader; as one opportunity to debut disappears, another arrives - joining two year old group Stray Kids as a replacement to their missing ninth member. smau. TUMBLR | AO3

HEAD ABOVE WATER bang chanxreader, yang jeonginxreader; homework, a small business, overbearing parents, a boyfriend that isn't a boyfriend. And then there's whatever is going on with her best friend, who seems to want something...more than a friendship, if he ever gets around to asking her about it- life is complicated, and far too busy for Y/N to be bothered with being stressed, or sick, or whatever it is that's making it hard to eat and sleep and focus on her work. TUMBLR

DAYBREAK lee knowxreader, dystopia au; independant entertainment doesn't make money, everyone knows that - not dancing, not boxing. not without a company's name attached to it and the soul ripped out of it so that it can only sit on the stage bleeding. you knew you never should have agreed to buy the studio with him, that the bills would pile up and the income would run dry and the goverment would come knocking telling you to shut up and sit down...but it makes him so happy, when you see him dance. it gives him a reason to keep coming back. you don't know what you'd do without that. TUMBLR

THE FLOWERS YOU GATHERED IN MAY lee knowxreader; following an escape from near-death and an accident that leaves you unable to do most of the things you once loved, an old friend invites you to join a dance studio for loners and strays - people just like you.

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Prompt Fills

AS IT ENDS bang chanxreader; 'chan + 'a god bows before a mortal'; fantasy au

THE HYMN OF BABYLON lee knowxreader; 'minho + 'meddlesome angels, and the people they save'; dystopia au, fantasy au. religious dystopia.

CATSKIN lee felixxreader; 'felix + twisted fairytale'; royalty/fantasy au, based on the fairytale 'catskin'

lee know x sorry, i love you lee know x losing 3racha changbin x charmer changbin x eclipse han x forgotten felix x focus

[galoresficrecs]

[SKZ] Chan

LAST UPDATED ON: Nov 7th, 2023

newly added ✦ || personal faves ✪ || ongoing ✑

ratings:

not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞

❧ NO ship ☙

✦ [paranoia verse part 2] stars, sleep well by chocomelon [5k words] AW: MCD ;; hurt no comfort, post-apocalypse!au, missing scene, dead!chan || general

❧ chan x changbin ☙

The Universe At The End of I-40 by TheSwingbyJeanHonoreFragonard [15,7k words] summer, road trip!au, friends to lovers || explicit🔞

❧ chan x felix ☙

✪ curse of curves by babychannie [29k words] a/b/o!au, mpreg, single parent!chan, misunderstandings || explicit🔞

even though i have it all (i want you more, more) by strayshined [51,1k words | 21 ch] sugar daddy/sugar baby!au, strangers to lovers, slow burn || explicit🔞

I Just Wanna Taste it, Make it Hot by Shmo [3,3k words] friends to lovers, getting together, pwp || explicit🔞

✦ [Fate or Something Worse part 1] In Sheep's Clothing by Mntnsflrs [36,3k words | 7 ch] crimes & criminals, gun violence, strangers to lovers, kidnapping, road trip || explicit🔞

you're my (secret) treasure by Safeira [7,8k words] fantasy, strangers to lovers, dragon shifter!chan || explicit🔞

Your Hands In Mine by koto [3,8k words] college!au, getting together || general

❧ chan x hyunjin ☙

✦ Everybody wants to rule the world by sisyphuswashere [12,2k words] sex work, rivals to lovers || explicit🔞

❧ chan x minho ☙

✪ Fake It Till You Fuck It by megaotaku98 [13,3k words] secret agents!au, fake relationship, coworkers to lovers || explicit🔞

next page, next chapter by flying_dream [16,1k words] parenthood, friends to lovers || teen and up

teach me something new by wooyoungthighs [7,4k words] college!au, pwp, professor/student || explicit🔞

Worthy by Str4y [6,4k words] established relationship, heavy angst, murder, horror || explicit🔞

❧ chan x reader ☙

Cabin In the Woods by dreamescapeswriting [4k words] f!reader, summer camp!au, friends to lovers || explicit🔞

instinct by fizzydrink698 [53,4k words | 10 ch] f!reader, a/b/o!au, college!au, roommates!au, friends to lovers || explicit🔞

✦ ✪ Saviour by jl-micasea [15,5k words] f!reader, post-apocalypse!au, zombies || explicit🔞

the devil's tango by huenjin [14,4k words] 3racha x reader || f!reader, demons!au, pwp || explicit🔞

[part of Fuck Those Frat Boys] The President by destiny-fics [4,5k words] f!reader, college!au, fraternity!au enemies to lovers || explicit🔞

touch by fizzydrink698 [13,4k words | 2 ch] f!reader, werewolf!au, enemies to lovers || explicit🔞

❧ otn/multi☙

✦ Haebang by bulletTears [193,6k words | 22 ch] chan x everyone || porn with plot, slow burn || exp

Let's be friends so we can make out by Irrelevantaverrageteen [3,3k words] 3racha || best friends, recreational drug use || explicit🔞

Terms and Conditions Apply by hwangism [90,1k words | 18 ch] chan x hyunjin x jisung x minho || a/b/o!au, escort service, angst with a happy ending || explicit🔞

✦ (don't be) greedy by noisehues [10,8k words] college!au, pwp, established!minsung || explicit🔞

✪ Hideout by Theforeverbattles [141,8k words | 20 ch] chan x jisung x minho || AW: violence ;; gang!au || explicit🔞

✪ New habit by LilJiji [5,7k words] chan x jisung x minho || roommates to lovers, feelings realization, polyamory negotiations || explicit🔞

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮-𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓗.𝓙.

The fairies of Yellowwood

Summary: Sometimes you have to fight the universe to make destiny your own. All Prince Jisung knew, was that he would do anything for her. Even if that meant giving up his title. Season: Winter/ Spring Genre: Fluff/ Angst Category: Fantasy Tropes: Strangers to Lovers || Slowburn!Fluff AU: Fairy au || Prince au || Royal au || Fantasy au Pairing: Prince Fairy!Jisung X Flower Fairy!Reader Word count: 29,2K (h e l p) Warnings: slow burn fluff, strong language, slight suggestive themes (nothing really), hints/ inspiration from Hanahaki, mentions of death, mentions of bad relationships, a little heart wrenching. A/N: I’m so glad I finally finished this after two years!

The fairies of Yellowwood Masterlist

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,,,Chapter two

Once upon a time,

in a great kingdom with small inhabitants. Lived hundreds of the fey people, another common name for them are fairies or pixies. They lived in peace among one another as they kept nature in balance and protected from whatever would or could possibly harm it. Every one of them had a destiny. One was destined to grow fruits, so they could live healthy and provide everyone of food. Another was destined to be a guard of the sun. They made sure the day arrived every morning on time, that the plants had enough sunlight to grow greatly.

And so was Jisung a prince among the other fairies. Born into a hierarchy he was destined to be something great someday. Unlike other fairies, Jisung knew since the day he was birthed what his destiny would be. Well sort of. His brother’s was certain as he would be crowned king someday, in the meantime Jisung was figuring out what to do with his life, trying to please his parents as long as they lived.

The former king and queen of the Blue Acre Kingdom had passed away in what seemed like an accident, but many knew that they were murdered by an act of hatred. Soon after their death, Jisung’s brother was crowned and ruling an entire kingdom by himself. Not much later he also wedded his current wife and it ticked off a duty as king.

At the age of ten, every fairy were to find out what their destiny would be. One would be very happy with theirs and others were rather disappointed. On this day, the fairies also received a birthname that complimented their given powers and destiny. With Jisung being a prince, his last name had already given him his destiny as it meant: country or leader.

Through the years, Jisung was often compared to his collected and matured brother. Jisung himself being quite messy and chaotic, he found it frustrating and simply angering that he got compared to someone, he knew that he could never be like his brother.

Ever since their parents passed away Jisung had distanced himself from his older brother, especially since he had a wife and didn’t really want to interfere into their businesses as rulers. Even though his brother is the king, he never seemed to miss an opportunity to mess with his little brother. Grabbing Jisung by the back of his neck and forcefully shaking him back and forth, making the younger fairy whine in pain.

Snarky comments used to be thrown at Jisung as well for not suiting a princess yet. Jisung would simply roll his eyes at the king. The younger fairy was pretty much an ‘edge-lord’: being antisocial around the castle, picking up fights with his older brother and refusing to do anything he wasn’t feeling like doing. Which sometimes consisted of getting out of bed. Basically every young adult.

Jisung never took his way of living for granted, he knew he was blessed to live in a beautiful palace, have people that take care of him, making him food, cleaning his room and doing everything for him. Even the studying was pretty much done for him as the young prince had his own council. Jisung had known Jaesang for a long time, he was a good friend of his parents and even counselled Jisung’s father when he was still alive.

Now Jaesang was there to help Jisung out, order of the new king. His brother saw how Jisung was suffering from their parents’ loss and thought that he might needed a more support. Jisung refuses to call Jaesang by his formal name, it made their relation feel coldblooded and detached. So Jisung calls Jaesang ‘uncle’, also because Jaesang is way older than the young prince. Jaesang had an unique name that implied traits of generosity, empathy and compassion. And through the years of really getting to know him, Jisung could feel a fatherly atmosphere coming off his council.

It would be confusing at times when Jisung and Jaesang were together. During the living days of the king, he would call out one of their names, but both of them would react as their names sounded so similar. But they laughed about it.

Right now Jisung was laid on his couch in his bedroom as his uncle played as therapist, having a notebook in his hand as he tried to get the prince of emo to talk about his feelings. “Jisung you have to tell me how you’re feeling.” Jaesang sighed, reaching for his hot cup of milk. “We’ve talked about this numerous times, you know how I feel about this marriage the second my brother told me about it.” Jisung sighed whilst sitting up straight. “I know, but I need to hear if from you at this moment to know at what mindset you are right now.” “What is it with you and hot honey milk?” Jisung laughs eyeing his uncle who almost spat out the liquid as he laughed. “Honey Milk is a fairy delicacy! And drinking it boiling hot is the best way to appreciate a cup of it.” His uncle passionately defends. Jisung would simply chuckle, never admitting in his fairy life that he loves the honey milk his uncle prepares for him. Jaesang even has a special kettle for it to boil the milk in, an old gift that the prince’s father had given Jaesang back in the day.

“But seriously Jisung, what is on your mind.” “Fine,” Jisung sighed as he started. “I feel sad and frustrated that my future is decided for me without me even being evolved. I never thought too much of it since I don’t really want to think about it, but in fact I think it’s quite fucking pathetic. Naturally, I will continue to distract myself from this faith until the day I actually will be stuck to that girl.” Jisung muttered monotone.

“So, pretty much the same as last month.” Jaesang wrote down and sighed. “I know you don’t like to do this Sung, but I have to prepare you for this marriage, despite it being an arranged marriage.” Jisung would simply sigh and look away from his uncle.

He didn’t notice Jaesang reaching out for something and soon enough a notebook had landed on the prince’s lap. “If you won’t talk to me, write it down. At least air out your heart somehow, don’t bottle everything up inside. You know it is not the healthiest way to cope with your struggles.” Jisung listened to his uncle’s word before he left the room.

Jisung would write in the journal every once in a while, but eventually stopped as he thought that he could probably handle the feelings that he had already numbed out.

One day, the prince would go outside to get some fresh air. His brother was once again on his wings and Jisung wanted some alone time. Jisung felt lonely in the palace that was filled with people. Everyone seemed to be always working and approaching him was part of their job. Nothing seemed genuine and it saddened him that he hadn’t had any real friends. Jisung usually wouldn’t visit the village that laid below the palace, the Royals and the citizen lived divided and Jisung wasn’t sure what to do about it. Besides, it wasn’t up to him, he wasn’t the king, but he hoped that one day his brother would unite everyone and make the Blue Acre Kingdom known for something else than the sombre atmosphere that trailed over and through the reign. The citizen also carried the mindset where they found it incorrect to interact with someone who was way out of their rank. “I wonder what Yellowwood is like, if the people are actually talking and hanging out with each other, creating a bond and building friendships.” Jisung sighs to himself whilst mindlessly flew around. Before the prince knew it, he had already made it to the border of the kingdom. There were high walls protecting the reign and Jisung used it as a place to sit.

The youngster thought back at the fight he had earlier with his brother, vile words were exchanges as they argued over the arranged marriage and the fact that Jisung wasn’t involved at all into his own marriage. ‘Maybe that’s because I don’t even want to be in it and never asked to be in it, fuckface.’ He had snarled back ‘This is what mom and dad wanted there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re really fighting against the fact that they did all of this for-‘ ‘Stop guilt tripping me and act like a brother instead like a fucking so-called king for once.’ Jisung shouted before flapping his wings and flee his way out.

He was lost in his own train of thoughts until he saw an unfamiliar trial of flowers catching his eyes. It made its way through the Forest of the Lost to Blue Acre. It must be a fairy who had received the gift of growing flowers. His eyes travelled across the land in front of him, trying to find the mysterious fairy. Suddenly a face appeared close to his, causing him to gasp and fall off the wall. The girl was quick to react and caught the prince in a big flower that she was able to grow.

The air was knocked out of Jisung’s lungs as he was caught and stared up to the female fairy that he now was facing. She shot him a smile and Jisung felt his heart speed rapidly. “Do you always stare at other fairies like that?” She giggled still staring at him shamelessly in curiosity. The prince would snap out of his zoning out and tried to observe what was happening. “How did you…” “Oh this?” The mysterious girl began as she pointed to the flower he was still sitting on. “I grew a blue stargazer lily to safe your fairy butt from falling. It was the first thing that came up in my mind.” She smiled. “Really? A blue stargazer lily? Not like a tulip or a rose or whatsoever?” Jisung smirked in amusement. “Well, it matched your wings, so yeah.” She admitted, making Jisung’s heart speed up again. Feeling flustered and shy at her charm.

“I’m sorry for scaring you by the way, I thought that you could potentially hurt me.” She mutters. “What, you’re saying that I’m not intimidating?” Jisung teases. “With a smile like that? No way.” She giggled, causing him to gasp dramatically.

Usually, Jisung felt anxious and awkward with strangers. It might’ve been the major shock she’s already given him and caused him to add ten years to his lifespan already. But, Jisung felt a connection that he’s never felt before. He felt a sense of warmth burning through his body.

“Are you sure you’re okay though? You fell pretty ugly.” Her face turned from a beaming bright to a worried expression. “I am fine, how did you end up here anyway? I’ve never seen you here before.” Jisung wondered. “I… You’re right, I’m not from here. I’m come from the Yellowwood Kingdom-“ “But that’s all the way across from the forest!” Jisung exclaimed in shock, worried for the fairy he had known for ten minutes.

“I was distracted whilst working. I saw a flower petal that I chased after and I somehow ended up here, I blame the wind for it to be honest.” She mutters whilst scratching the back of her neck in embarrassment. “I have no idea how I ended up here to be honest. And now I have to find my way back, just thinking about it makes me stress.” She cried out, hiding her face in her hand as she found herself to be doomed. “It might be the energy you could’ve felt from the magic realms and that you’ve found your way over here because of it.” Jisung suspected, trying his best to help her out, not wanting to see her upset.

Jisung was about to get back up in the air to comfort her when he caught the trail of flowers again. “Or you can find your way back with the help of your little friends.” The prince chuckled. Y/n looked up to him in confusion and looked over to where he was looking. She gasped and started to panic and hid her face again in embarrassment. “My grandmother told me that I was able to make a trail of flowers whenever I’m overjoyed. I forgot about that.” She mutters, peeking her eyes through her fingers, only to see Jisung staring at her. “I never caught your name.” Jisung stated. “But I caught you though.” She teased, causing him to burst out in laughter. “Yes you did and maybe you should tell me your name so I could thank your properly.” Jisung’s confidence was boosted as he felt the charm coming off her. She was giving him a feeling that he’s never felt towards someone.

‘Love at first sight?’ He questioned himself. ‘No, it can’t be. There’s no such thing.’

“My name’s Y/n.” “Y/n, I’d like to thank you for saving my fairy butt.” Jisung’s heart pounded loudly in his chest when she laughed at his playful remark, but it started to race for the umpteenth time when she started to talk again. “And now, handsome. You should tell me your name so that we’re even.”

The prince felt the heat rush to his cheeks, Y/n noticed and it made her giggle. “Maybe I should call you rose-cheek, or rosy. You’re so red.” She teased whilst pinching his round cheek, causing the heat to increase inside of the boy’s cheeks. “My name is Jisung.” He managed to make out, his brain buffering as he was still in front of the floral fairy.

“Well, it’s nice to meet your Jisung. I don’t know if you’re busy, but I’m not planning on flying back to my own reign yet, I’m exhausted.” Y/n huffed as she plopped down on the petal of the flower beneath them. Jisung didn’t know what took over him and sat down next to the stranger.

If he hadn’t known any better she could’ve been a spy, someone who was paid to kill or kidnap him. But her smile and scent was so intoxicating, she had him wrapped around her little finger already. She continues to tease him for staring and blushing whenever they make eye-contact. “I won’t bite Rose-cheek, take it easy.” She giggles as they continued to talk.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Jisung asks. “As you can probably tell, I’m a flower fairy. I grow flowers for people in their homes or gardens. I also make sure with some fellow floral fairies that we make sure through the year that a variety of flowers grow in the right season. What about you?” Jisung’s stiffened in his position and contemplated with himself if he had told her that he was a prince or not. “I work in the palace, here in Blue Acre.” He answered carefully to watch her reaction. “Ah, like a guard or counsel?” “I guess, yeah.” The rose-cheeked fairy chuckled nervously.

Y/n quickly moved onto another subject and Jisung felt himself becoming smitten for her. He wasn’t thinking about why he was feeling like this already, he wanted to enjoy the warm feeling that was filling his body whenever he looked at her. He questioned himself once again if this was love at first sight.

Unfortunately, before they knew it hours had already passed and the sun was ready to call it a day. “I have to hurry home or I won’t be able to see the path back.” She stresses. “I can bring you home.” Jisung confidently suggested. “No, I couldn’t bring it to forgive myself if something would happen to you. I will be fine, but I really have to go right now. Besides, we aren’t allowed to actually go outside the border, yet here we are. I don’t want to bring you in trouble. It was lovely to meet you Jisung.” She said with a smile before she got up in the air and started to make her way home. “Will I see you again?” He called after her.

He felt bummed out that there was yet another law meant for fairies to stay inside their own reign, to keep structure in their schedules and work. He was worried that she would get hurt on her way back.

She stops quickly to look at him and yelled back to him: “you might!”

The prince felt sad when she left, he had no other choice than to return to the palace where he was greeted by the same guards as every day. The king and queen were worried for their little brother who had finally returned. “We’ve been looking all over for you!” His brother screamed in frustration. “Calm down, I went out for a fly.” Jisung mutters in annoyance, still pissed at him. “The entire evening?” “Yes, it’s not like I wanted to see your bloody face.” Jisung snarled.

“Do you know how childish this whole thing was? I’ve been scolded and snarled at the entire night because I ‘scared’ my own brother away!” “So, you were only worried about me, because people were talking shit about you. Good to know where you stand in life and how much I fucking mean to you dear brother.” Jisung shrugged his shoulders uninterested before he flew to his room.

He wanted to fly back to cloud nine and not give a shit about what they were saying.

Jisung remembered the beaming smile she gave him, he could feel his heart race at the memory alone. Throwing his thick coat off, the young prince fell back onto his bed and sighed. He missed her already and prayed to the universe that he would get to see her again.

After staring at the ceiling for ten minutes his gaze turned to his side and landed on his journal that was placed on his dresser, coated in dust. He took the book in his hand and decided to scribble away in it for the first time in weeks. He named every beautiful feature that he could think of that Y/n owned. From her bright smile to the floral scent she carried around with her.

He wrote down about the things they had talked about. Even the fact that he fell for her and because of her in a literal sense. Jisung scanned the freshly written words and laughed at himself. He sounded love-sick. His feelings were genuine and he felt his heart filling with love as he continued to write down about the first great day he had in ages.

Jisung closed his eyes after he finished writing, clutching the book closely to his chest as the words and memories were the closest thing right now that resembled Y/n.

The next day, Jisung was impatiently waiting and hoping that he would meet Y/n again. He had been waiting for two hours already, but he already knew that he would and could wait an entire lifetime for her. He wasn’t able to think about anything or anyone else but her. He caught himself becoming whipped for her, but Jisung was a shameless fairy and he didn’t care.

The warm sun made him feel sleepy and he ended up wrapping himself in one of the petals, using his arm as a pillow whilst trying to sleep as he waited for her.

Around five o’clock Y/n arrived. She came across the sleeping figure that was Jisung and smiled to herself. Jisung had been awake the entire time, he was too nervous to miss her, thinking that she might fly away for some reason. When he felt the warmth of the sun being blocked by a figure he knew she was there, the familiar scent filled his senses.

He could feel her smiling and had to keep himself from doing the same as he was overjoyed that she actually came. The waterfalls that were far in the background were cancelled out as he focussed on the sound of her wings. “I know you’re awake, just open your eyes already.” She giggled as she pinched his cheeks, making him whine in pain. “And I know you were staring, take a picture it will last longer.” Jisung teased, receiving a tongue being stuck out towards him.

“I’m sorry for making you wait, I had work until four.” She explained as she took place right next to him. He had to look away from her for a second as he fought the heat that was rushing to his cheeks already. “Did you work in your shop?” “Yes! We have a new garden that we expanded last month! It’s starting to look stunning and I sold a lot of flowers and bouquets today, primroses especially are very popular around this time of the year.” She tells enthusiastically as she hugged her own coat for warmth and comfort.

“Sounds like a good day at work.” Jisung chuckles at her joy. “It was! I also delivered a big bouquet to the Royal family, they usually come for flowers themselves, but it was rather cold today. But enough about me, what did you do today.” Jisung kept quiet and avoided her gaze.

‘Thinking about you and waiting for you all day.’ He thought to himself.

“Did you wait all day for me?” She asked him teasingly as if she could read his mind, shocking him in the process. “N-no… not all day, maybe since one o’clock.” Jisung murmured under his breath causing Y/n to exclaim in shock. “Okay, let’s discuss a time to meet up, I don’t want you to be waiting all day in the cold for me.” “Discuss a what? You want to meet up more often?” He exclaimed his heart beating loudly in joy. “Only if you want to of course.” She giggled. “Of course!” He said a little too excited, making her laugh at how cute he was.

They decided to meet each other around five o’clock at noon for their following get togethers. Y/n would make sure to fly right away from work to her new friend. Today she had a little bit of a longer flight as she dropped of another fresh bouquet of flowers at the palace of the Royals. When Y/n mentioned the Yellowwood’s Royals the prince panicked, stressing that she now might know who he is.

Not that he wanted to keep this from her forever, but he felt delighted at the fact that she treated him like a normal fairy. Like she was a regular friend. The loneliness of the castle made him long for affection for too long and now he finally got a taste of it, he never wanted to let go of it. He loved the way she hugged him whenever they met, she started doing it a few days ago and Jisung loved the contrast of the cold winter breeze and the warm touch of her body as she engulfed him in an embrace.

The more often they met up, the more they talked, the deeper Jisung was falling in love with her. “Do you have any hobbies besides anything floral related?” Jisung asks, hugging the blanket closer he brought especially for their daily date. “Well, I do, but it is kind of flower related. I like to paint.” She admits with a shy smile plastered on her face. “Really? You like to paint flowers?” “That too, but I use old fallen petals of flowers and make paint out of them.” She said as she started to explain the process of making the pain, Jisung not following her at all, but he was too busy staring at her cute and excited facial expressions as she talked about her hobby passionately.

More days and dates like these went by and Jisung had started to bring her little gifts that reminded him of her. One day he would bring her cookies or cake, but he also started to bring her something pretty like jewellery, because he thought it would look pretty on her and now he can’t stop thinking about her.

They had been sitting on their flower as usual, talking about whatever. The subject ‘life’ was now on the table and Jisung just sighed, making her chuckle as his dramatic exhale. “You have no idea what I’d do to have a ‘normal’ life.” Jisung admitted whilst staring up to the sky. “What? Is working in the palace that bad?” “I-it’s not that, it’s just… I don’t know. All I know is that I would commit a crime to live a normal life like you. A simple life.” He sighed, now making eye contact with Y/n who had her head cocked to the side in curiosity.

“I-I’m not saying that a simple life is bad or anything! It’s just, I’ve been living anything but a normal life. It’s always been complicated, there would always be something that changes, I don’t like it.” Jisung pouts. Before the heat suddenly rushed back to the prince’s cheeks when Y/n had leaned down to hug him, causing her to now lay on his chest as she had her arms wrapped around him. “I’m sure you will be alright, after rain come sunshine, right?” She says with a smile as she looked up to him, giggling as he had proved once again that he earned his nickname ‘Rose-cheeks’.

“You’re getting confident now, aren’t you?” Jisung teased, trying to boost his own confidence whilst hugging her tighter. He loved hugging her, especially the kind of hugs that just made him lose his breath. It made him feel like she had missed him and that she was relieved and happy to be finally in his arms again.

That’s what he hoped she would think at least.

Jisung still doesn’t know how she had him so whipped, they’ve known each other for over a month now and he was already certain that he was in love with her. He caught himself noticing little things about her that made him fall in love with her a little more each time.

He despises new people, but it felt like his heart was telling him that they had known each other for a lifetime already. To Jisung’s unfortune, his brother approached him to deliver a message that the young prince didn’t wanted to hear.

“The wedding will take place early.” The king states in a mumble. Even though Jisung never showed a lot of interest or emotions towards the arranged marriage, he could guess that his little brother would be upset with the news. “Why?” Jisung exclaimed, feeling the stress entering his body.

“We’ve decided to expedite the wedding. You will also be living in the Yellowwood palace in a couple months, so you and princess Avery can get to know each other and create a bond-“ “Why are you now suddenly deciding my future? Don’t I have a fucking say in this?” Jisung yells out in anger, absolutely over it. “This marriage has been set up by our parents, the last thing you could do for them is to follow it like a good son.” His brother snarled. “Don’t tell me who a good son is and who’s not. You haven’t bothered to ask me yourself how the fuck I am doing ever since mom and dad passed. Not much of an example now, aren’t we?” Jisung spat back.

“You can’t find someone for yourself anyway, just fucking go with it Jisung.” His brother snarled back with the insult leaving his lips. “This is ridiculous.” The prince laughed madly, feeling his last bit of sanity leaving his body as he stared at his brother. “I already found someone and she-“

“I don’t want to hear another word about this. You are marrying princess Avery and that’s it.” “You don’t even fucking listen to me! That’s always been the problem with you! Especially now that you’re the king, you think you don’t have to listen to anybody else because you have power, well let me tell you something brother, you don’t have any say over my life. You know why? Because it is mine!” Jisung yelled.

���Jisung, you have to grow up already and see that this is the best way. Besides, the only way to get out of this marriage, is to give up your title and throne, but I don’t think you want to disappoint everything mom and dad have worked on, now do you?” He knew the words that left his mouth had an effect on his little brother as he saw tears forming in his eyes and soon after seeing Jisung flee away.

The king couldn’t help but feel bad, but these were the wishes of their parents and as the oldest, he didn’t wanted to fail them, even if they weren’t here. He sighed in frustration and conflict as he was left alone, kneeling down, forming himself into a ball as he regretted his choice of words.

Jisung in the meantime threw his door close, the loud sound scaring fairies who were nearby, but they were sure the entire palace heard the door shut. Tears were falling down his cheeks as he stared up the ceiling, clutching his heart as he felt grief overtaking his feelings as he missed his parents.

“Why…” He could only ask into thin air.

He unconsciously dragged his body the side of his bed and sat himself down. The frustration, grief and happiness from earlier that day were mixing together, but none of them complimented one another. Instead, it confused Jisung and caused him to sob on his bed.

His journal in his arms, clutched to his chest as it was the only thing right now that helped him cope with all of the mess that he called the situation that he was currently in.

When he calmed down from his mental breakdown, he tried to steady his breath. A vision of Y/n popped into his mind and he caught his heart skipping a beat and his breath became unsteady again. Jisung didn’t mind that he almost hyperventilated, his heart felt warm and happy at just the thought of her. A mention of her name could brighten up his day, the way she said his made him want to never let her go.

He had become so terribly fond of her and he really felt guilty for leaving out the fact that he was a prince who is soon going to be married to someone else. Jisung nuzzled his face into his soft pillow again, he was getting married in months from now. And now he also had to find a way to break it to Y/n that he isn’t who she thinks he is.

Y/n had arrived home only for five minutes, when Felix had burst into the floral home. “Y/n!” He yelled as soon as he entered, causing Y/n to yelp in surprise and drop baking flower all over herself. Felix watched the entire thing occur in front of him and couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop laughing, these were new.” She whined as she tried to get most of the powder off her dress.

“Sorry, but in all seriousness, where have you been all day? We were supposed to grow flowers today, remember?” Felix reminded her, making her shoot him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, I forgot.” She mutters, a pout on her lips that she knew, Felix couldn’t resist. “It seems like you’ve been forgetting our appointments more often the past month. What’s going on? Is someone harassing you? Are you being forced to do someone else’s work- because I sure as hell will fight someone, you know that Y/n!” Felix rambles on. Y/n could only giggle and shake her head in disbelief.

“That’s why you’re my best friend.” Y/n smiled as she continued to giggle. “Yes, I am your best friend. So tell me, why are you skipping dinner dates and flower growing sessions that you are supposed to do, with your best friend. You know, me.” Felix continued, but he soon was distracted when he actually noticed that she was baking something. “What are you making? Is it for me? Is this your way for making it up to me? You’re so sweet! Let me eat it-“

“No! It’s not for you.” She whined to her best friend as she moved the bowl of batter away from him.   “So, now you’re telling me that you even have someone else to replace me with! How could you do this to me? First you replace me! And now you’re even baking, our activity, without me!” Felix cried out dramatically once again. “Shut up freckles.” Y/n rolls her eyes playfully as she tossed some flower his way, making him whine this time for getting his clothes dirty.

“But in all seriousness, who’s this for?” Felix had his eyebrows wiggling and a smirk plastered on his face as he stared at his best friend who continued to prepare the batter. “No one, shush-“ “Oh! What would mother think!” Felix teased as he dipped his finger, without her permission, into the batter that was set in between them. “Hold up, is there another?” Felix’s eyes widen as his head shot up to Y/n who froze in action. “Is there?” He yelled out in shock. “That’s not possible, I am the only man in your life-“ “Will you shut up already!” Y/n whined, trying to hid the subtle blush that was now found on her cheeks.

“Who is he? Do I know him? How dare you to not tell me about this!” He scoffs dramatically, a pout ending up on his lips. “He’s just someone I met, when I accidently lost my way through the woods.” Y/n muttered softly, but loud enough for Felix to hear. “Wait, y-you went over the border?” He stammered, knowing fully well how dangerous that was. “I saw a butterfly or like a petal okay!” Y/n whined out in embarrassment as her best friend shrieked. “Y/n!” “I know, don’t judge me. But he’s so great! Besides! I was safe! I made a flower trail, by accident, so that could fine my way back…” She looked at Felix, a sheepish smile on her face as her best friend shook his head in disbelief.

“Y/n, you can’t expect me to just trust this, right?” “I know, but you can trust me, he is great. I’ve met him so many times by now, I can just tell he is.” Y/n cocked her head in confusion as Felix’s eyes widened again, before realising what she had confessed. “You went over the border multiple times! To meet up with some fairy? It better be a fucking fairy.” Felix sighed in exhaustion, the situation becoming too hectic to him.

“He is. And he’s a great one. Lixie please.” She pouted as she grabbed her friend’s hands, swinging them side to side in a cute manner. Knowing fully well what it did to him. “If he hurts you, I’ll break his nose.” “And that’s why you’re my best friend.” She giggled before engulfing him in a tight hug. “Now, please help me bake this.” She asked cutely. “Heck no, I’m not going to help you make your little gift to your little boyfriend.” He pouted, before taking a seat again. “You can have some-“ “I demand at least half of that!” He calls out loudly as he shot up, his sleeves already rolled up and him ready to help her.

Jisung felt burdened as he waited for Y/n. He was tapping his fingers nervously on the velvet box he was holding, that contained yet another gift for Y/n. It was the least he could do to show his gratitude to her, as she had brightened up his days ever since he got to know her.

The feeling of worrisome left his body when he saw her bright smile coming his way. Jisung was stunned when she arrived with a cake. “I made this for you. I’m sorry it’s missing a piece, my friend demanded at least half of it.” She giggled before placing it in between them as they sat down. “It looks delicious.” He assured her, trying to stabilize his voice, not wanting her to know how flustered he was by the gesture.

He cleared his voice and rubbed his cheeks, in hope to cool them down, before speaking up again. “I brought you something as well.” He said softly with a smile on his face, whilst revealing the velvet box to her. “Sungie, I made you a cake because I felt bad since only you gave me presents. And here you are again with- a bracelet!” She exclaimed when she opened it, her mouth covered by her hand as she looked at the beautiful piece in shock and admiration.

“You’re making me feel bad. My gifts are so bad and lousy-“ She sulked before getting cut off by Jisung who took her hands in his as he spoke. “Don’t say that. Don’t worry about the ‘weight’ of your gift. I love them nonetheless. If you would’ve given me a rotten leave as a present I still would’ve loved it.” He said playfully, but truthfully.

Y/n laughed at his joke and looked back to the bracelet, laid in its box, that was still placed in her hands. “Where do you even get something as beautiful as this? Or the money for it? This looks like it belongs to the wealthy.” Y/n claims whilst looking at Jisung for an answer, who was frozen in his spot. He knew he couldn’t tell her that he had found this in his palace’s treasure room or that he was lowkey confessing his love to her right here, right now.

“I-I got my ways.” He tries to make out with confidence and luckily Y/n bought it and just rolled her eyes playfully at him, making him sigh in relief.

Arriving back at the palace, Jisung couldn’t fight off the smile that had been stuck on his face. The sweet taste of cake, that they sadly already finished, still lingered on his lips. His belly stuffed and his heart filled with content and adoration he has for her.

His smile was beaming brightly as he made his way through the palace halls. His brother had seemed to notice as well, making Jisung lose that precious smile as soon as the king opened his mouth. “What’s all the smiling about?” His brother tried to say in a teasing manner, but everything that came out of his mouth just sounded bothersome to the prince. “Why, can’t I be happy about something? Do you want to take that away from me as well?” Jisung scoffed to his brother, passing him after he did.

The king felt sad and knew that he couldn’t do anything about the marriage as it has been arranged long before he became king himself and long before his and Jisung’s parents passed. He felt happy that Jisung somehow found happiness through the ‘crisis’, which the young prince liked to call the upcoming marriage.

He hadn’t seen Jisung smile so brightly after their parents passed away. The king wanted nothing more to thank the thing or person who managed to make his little brother smile like that after such a long time.

Jisung in the meantime had flee to his room like the angsty young adult he was, but the smile that had disappeared earlier had found its way back to his lips. He sightly licked his lips, tasting the sweetness of the sugar again that couldn’t help but remind him of Y/n. He let himself fall onto his bed, wondering if Y/n’s lips would be as sweet if not sweeter than the cake they ate earlier.

‘They must be sweeter, it just can’t be.’

He wanted more.

Not cake- well, maybe that too, but he wanted an upgrade from only hugging Y/n to kissing her as well. He has been so close to doing so, so many times. But he keeps cowering out the last second, making him regret it soon after.

Here Jisung was, laying his bed as he drowned in his regret and wonder, thinking about nothing but her.

Just her.

Only her.

It was the next day. Afternoon had arrived and Jisung found himself in the same spot as he was in the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that. You get the point, he spent every day with Y/n.

Using the petals as blankets, whilst eating the snacks they ate, they talked about their day as usual. Y/n had made him yet another cake, this time a whole one as Felix was too busy that day to help her out and steal the cake from her.

Jisung was happily munching on the soft cake, making him cheeks appear even chubbier than usual. Y/n couldn’t help but stare the fairy in front of her, that represented a squirrel or a hamster, was just too adorable for her to handle. The fairy froze when he felt her hand placed on his cheek as he continued to munch, but slowly caused by the flustering feeling that was rushing through his body. He leans into her touch and stared at her with eyes full of love. He felt his heart beat loudly in his chest, she cocked her head slightly to the side as she smiled at him.

He felt saddened to think that he could never spend the rest of his life with someone like Y/n- no more precisely; he was saddened to know that he could never spend the rest of his life with Y/n. The universe had decided for him and he guessed that it wasn’t meant to be. Yet, he wanted nothing more to fight everything and everyone to be with her, but he knew in reality he was defenceless.

She was extraordinary. Someone like he’s never met before. He loved the way his senses were filled with the great and quite logically sense of flowers whenever she was next to him. It has become one of his favourite traits about her.

Jisung felt his eyes prickling, signing him that he could tear up any second. So he put on his confidence and shot her a wink, fortunately yet unfortunately for him, causing her to back up in shyness.

Weeks passed and it became harder for Jisung to hide the truth from her.

His heart was shattered when his brother told him he would be spending three months at the palace in the Yellowwood Kingdom, he would get to know his future-wife. They would be able to prepare the finishing touches for their wedding and spend time together in that way as well.

This meant that Jisung still had some time with Y/n left before he would fly out her life. He didn’t want to end whatever they had. He loved what they had, he longed for more. For it to evolve into something bigger and better. Something that could last forever, but he knew that wasn’t his reality.

Jisung had cried out to Jaesang, wanting advice and some kind of comfort for the broken heart that he carried. He didn’t know how to tell Y/n.

I mean, how would you tell someone you’ve loved for months, that you’re actually a prince who’s getting married to another against his will within half a year. Telling them that even though they love you, they could never be with you, not because they don’t want to, but because they can’t.

He wondered as he laid on his bed, tears streaming down his face and to the side of his face, some even ending up in his ear. Making him whine lightly at the tickling feeling.

‘Should I tell her that I have fallen in love with someone else? No, that’s cruel- but what if she doesn’t even feel the same way anyway?’ Jisung asked himself. He angrily threw the pillow that was laying under his head before against the nearest wall.

He was angry that he couldn’t do anything about the law. His kingdom simply wasn’t in charge of doing so, the Yellowwood Kingdom was. They are the greatest and the root of all the laws. Jisung just didn’t know how to bring all of this mess to Y/n.

He remembered the night where he heard about the three months stay at the Yellowwood Kingdom. The same night Y/n had asked him if he wanted to join her at their yearly ‘Spring Day’ festival at her kingdom, where they would celebrate the ending of the last snow and the beginning of the blooming season. The festival would lead up to the first spring day where the royal family would usually have their posh royal ball, after the ‘common’ fairies had. Which back then it was up in two days, which would be today Jisung realised.

He didn’t think it would be a good idea at first, since it wasn’t allowed. But on the other hand, he has been meeting up with Y/n this entire time, so it wasn’t like he actually cared that much about the laws. Angsty young adult, we’ve talked about this already.

Obviously, Jisung couldn’t say no to the big glossy eyes that Y/n gave him when she begged him to come with her. The young prince thought about it, this might be the last chance to actually do something with Y/n besides eating and talking. And so, he agreed to join her.

In the meantime, the night when Y/n asked Jisung to the festival, we now have a young fairy who was freaking out to her best friend, since she basically asked Jisung out on a date (in her opinion). “You did not ask him out!” Felix gasped. “I did! He agreed on coming, so can you just help me instead of judging me!” Y/n whined as everything just seemed to wrong. She was acting a little dramatic as Felix managed to help her with anything and everything to prepare for the festival. And Y/n’s grandmother couldn’t help but overhear.

“Looks like someone’s excited for the festival.” The elderly fairy teases as Y/n walked out in the umpteenth outfit she tried. “I… I… granny how long have you been there?” Y/n stuttered in embarrassment. “Long enough to know that you’ve finally asked ‘him’ out.” She responded with a chuckle to her granddaughter, causing Y/n to turn bright red. “Y-you knew?” Y/n stuttered again, causing Felix to laugh this time. “Well, those fluttering wings of yours aren’t that silent at night you know. They just give it away that you’re in love.” If it was even possible, but Y/n turned an even brighter shade of strawberry as her grandmother continued to tease her.

“Just promise me to bring him home. I would love to meet the young man who makes my granddaughter a smitten mess.” Before Y/n could protest, her grandmother had disappeared with a smile on her face.

Y/n turned to her best friend with a pout on her face and Felix knew exactly what she meant. “Alright ‘smitten mess’, what’s up?” “I want to gift Jisung something valuable and special.” “Why?” Instead of answering Y/n revealed the untouched bracelet, its box protecting it carefully, as Y/n took it from under her mattress where she had hidden it. “H-he gave this to you?” Felix exclaimed as he examined the piece. Y/n simply nodded and sighed as she fell onto her bed again.

“He’s been giving me such expensive and nice things, I feel bad accepting them, but he always insists. I just want to give him something nice as well, but I don’t know what!” “That explains the other jewels you suddenly ended up with, I was already wondering if you got yourself a sugar fairy.” Y/n pursed her lips and yanked the pillow next to her to her friend’s head. “I just want to do something nice for him, okay?” She pouts. “What if you painted him something? Your paintings are truly beautiful.” Felix suggested. “I mean, sure, but what could I possibly paint for him? I want it to have a special meaning, something that would immediately remind-“ Y/n stopped herself from finishing her sentence, feeling embarrassed and shy all of the sudden. “That would immediately remind him of you?” Felix guessed and by the smile that she gave away, he knew he guessed right.

The two days passed by quickly. She and Jisung decided not to meet up before the festival, since Y/n also had to help decorating the village and wouldn’t be able to do so. The flower fairy had been ranting every night to her freckled best friend about the cute fairy she was seeing.

She couldn’t help it.

She hadn’t seen Jisung in two days and she already felt like she was going mad without him. Y/n also told Felix that she mentioned Jisung the other night to her grandmother. Now they, her mother overheard the conversation, were curious about the boy their beloved (grand-)daughter was seeing.

They were worried at first, but they trusted the young flower fairy as they also didn’t want to disrupt Y/n’s happiness. Besides, they were curious about this boy who Y/n had been ranting about to Felix. From what they have heard Jisung sounded like a nice fairy and they totally were not eavesdropping how dare you. The two adult fairies weren’t going to lie, they had always thought and secretly hoped that Y/n would end up with Felix as they knew him well, but Y/n told them that Felix was in love with the rain fairy who seemed to be too oblivious to notice the freckled fairy’s love. Just at the mention of her name, Felix would burst into a big ball of smiles and giggles. He really was that head over heels for her.

“Can you two please leave, we need to get ready for the festival.” Y/n whined as she shooed her mother and grannie out of her room. “You can’t blame them, they’ve never seen any other male fairy around you besides me. It’s obvious that they’re curious to see and know who this guy actually is. To be fair, I want to see him too! I have to approve of his being-“ “You’re an idiot, you know?” Y/n sighed in disbelief, throwing a pillow towards her friend. “I know, but you love me anyway.” Felix wiggled his eyebrows as he smirked, shooting her a wink as well. Receiving a pair of rolling eyes from Y/n. “Alright idiot, I’m ready.”

“C’mon Y/n, give us a hint at least! Is he cute?” Her mother started again as she tried to make her way out of the door to meet Jisung. “Is he good-looking?” Her grandmother butted into the conversation as well, leaving Felix in a laughing fit as his best friend was suffering from embarrassment. “Yes and yes. Now please let us go, Jisung could be waiting for us.” “Fine, you better hurry. We’ll be here preparing dinner, so make sure to bring him home!” Her grandmother warns, causing Y/n to chuckle. “I know, I’ll try! I’ll see you later.” “Have fun you two!” “We will!”

Jisung stood in front of his full-length mirror, checking his appearance as he was about to meet Y/n for the first time in days. Being at her kingdom made him nervous, he wasn’t sure if he would be recognized, but he wasn’t expecting anyone to do so. He hadn’t made a lot of physical appearances after his parents’ death, which had been years ago. People must’ve forgotten what he looked like, or in general not have an idea at all.

When he was finally satisfied with his looks, he made his way out of the palace. What he didn’t expect was a figure to be waiting on the border of the kingdom, looking at the suspicious flower on the other side of the kingdom’s walls.

Jisung gasped and dove down to hide himself and felt like slamming his head against the stone wall, a leave covering him as he prayed to not be found. “Jisung I know you’re out there.” A familiar voice spoke, making the prince’s heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

He couldn’t even form his sentences properly due to his nervousness. He was caught red-handed and he wasn’t prepared for it. “You know that it’s quite dangerous to have a flower like this, with this length, right next to the palace wall, don’t you think?” His uncle said with a slight smirk on his lips. He chuckled when there was zero reaction coming from Jisung. Jaesang knew the prince was going somewhere, but he couldn’t let a possibility pass where he got to mess with the kid. “Theoretically, I should be tearing down this-“ “N-no! You can’t!” Jisung yelled as he panickily pushed his uncle away from the flower so he couldn’t possibly damage it.

Jisung was confused to see him laugh and asked him if he found it funny to play with his feelings like that. “A little.” Jaesang admitted, making Jisung roll his eyes, turning away from his uncle. Knowing that the jokes were over now and that it was serious business.

“Where were you going your majesty?” Jaesang asked the young fairy, who was out of his usual chic clothes. “Nowhere really.” He muttered softly in responds. “Really? You perhaps weren’t going to the, I don’t know, Yellowwood kingdom to meet up with someone?” Jisung’s widened eyes shot towards his uncle who was looking at the prince with another smirk on his lips. “How do you know?” “First of all, there is a reason why I let you write in that journal. You might not want to talk, but I do want to know what’s going on in your life, that’s what I’m here for. I read your journal every once in a while, the last time being two days ago.” “That’s-“ “Violating your privacy, technically yes, but listen Jisung. As you started to write again, I knew something was going on. I had to know if your well-being went to the bright or the dark side. And fortunately, according from what I’ve read, she’s brought you to the bright side.” Jaesang states.

Jisung was scratching the back of his neck, nervously and in embarrassment, knowing fully well all the cheesy things he’s written in that book. “I’ve observed the two of you secretly Jisung. I was worried about you sneaking out of the castle every evening and your brother had started to notice of course. Especially since you have been skipping dinner. I have to say, I was and still am enlightened that you met Y/n. It really looked like she made you happy-“ “She does, she truly does.” Jisung interrupted as he sounded desperate. “And that’s why I will protect the two of you, for as long as this will unfortunately last.” Jaesang said in a soft voice, having a hard time to accept the fact that Jisung will probably never as truly happy with his future bride as he would’ve been with Y/n.

“Why?” Jisung asked his uncle in shock. “It’s a dangerous game the two of you are playing, especially when you have no backup, you know what your brother is capable of, she might live in another kingdom, but that wouldn’t stop him.” “Thank you uncle.” Jisung mumbled as he hugged his counsel. “Don’t worry about it. Now, let’s get you to the other side of the forest, shall we?”

The way through the forest was absolutely terrifying, Jisung had brought a small lantern that lightened the way just enough for him and Jaesang to see.

When the two finally arrived at the border, their eyes had to get used to the many fairy-lights that were used to decorate and illuminating the village. “I’ll pick you up at 3, you have fun and stay safe.” Jaesang said, patting Jisung’s back to sooth his nerves, before leaving him when he heard the prince gasp. The two looked up to where Y/n was seated, waving excitedly as she spotted Jisung.

Jisung lounged up as Y/n dove down, causing the two to fly into each other harshly. Y/n was giggling loudly as Jisung twirled her around. “You fly through that forest every day? I was absolutely mortified!” Jisung exclaimed.   “Anything to see your handsome face.” She smirked, resulting the fairy in front of her to turn a bright shade of pink.

He noticed the dress she was wearing, beautifully embroidered with flowers, that fitted her figure perfectly. “You look, absolutely stunning.” Jisung muttered, this time it was Y/n who turned into a bright shade of pink. She hit his chest shyly, taken aback by the sudden compliment. “You look handsome as well.” She muttered whilst hiding her face in his neck, inhaling his scent. She had missed him and it only has been two days of them being apart.

“Who was that man besides you by the way?” Y/n asked him curious when she noticed that that man was now gone. “H-he’s my uncle.” Jisung states, it not being a complete lie.

“Are you going to introduce me or do I have to do everything myself?” A deep male voice called from above them.

The young prince looked up to see a beautiful boy sitting on top of the wall, looking down at the two of them with a slight smile on his face. “Jisung this is Felix.” Y/n said with a bright smile as she pulled the freckled boy closer to her side, giving him a hug in front of Jisung, who felt his heart ache a little from jealousy. “Nice to meet you.” Jisung said coolly, taking out his hand for Felix to shake. The boy in front of him took it gladly and shook it happily as he told him it was nice to meet him likewise.

“Alright, enough chitchat we have a festival to attend!” Y/n squealed excitedly, taking the two boys by their hands as she dragged them back in the air. Jisung’s eyes widened as he looked down to the beautiful decorated village. The lights were like little fireflies as they spread over the houses and shops. The trees were pink as spring had arrived and the cherry blossoms were out and blooming beautifully already after the season fairies had melted their snowy creation as it made room for the following season.

Jisung was surprised at how crowded the village had become, people were huddled together, something he wasn’t used to seeing as the people in his kingdom weren’t that close with one another. But people here were laughing, talking and drinking together. The festival almost looked like a family reunion. People also seemed to be far gone in their own joy and their own toxication of the amount of drinks they had consumed already. They wouldn’t notice an extra fairy in their kingdom enjoying the celebration along with them. Y/n had dragged him into the village, to bring him closer to everything and everyone else. An overwhelming feeling washed over Jisung as he still struggled to take everything in. Felix had left the two in the meantime, saying that he saw someone he wanted to spend some time with, leaving Y/n and Jisung ‘alone’.

Y/n had herself wrapped around Jisung, her standing on his side as she had placed her head on his shoulder. She sighed happily, slightly tugging his shirt as she hugged him tighter. He relaxed in her embrace and took the moment in. He had missed her and he felt miserable thinking about ways on how to live without her when he would be married.

He still wanted to tell her, but tonight was not the night. He wanted to make happy memories and happy memories only with her.

Jisung turned to the side, so he could look at her and smiled to himself as she was now resting her head against his chest. “I missed you.” He whispered in her hair, rubbing her back softly, making her hum in content. “I missed you too, never leave me again.” She mumbled into his chest and Jisung hoped that she didn’t feel it pounding loudly and harshly for her.

Her words stuck to his mind and he tried to shake them off.

“I would never.” He wanted to promise, but he knew he couldn’t.

Some time had passed by and Jisung had met some friends of Y/n. He was quite surprised to see how many people she actually knew. Every ten minutes someone else would interrupt their conversation to say ‘hi’ to her. She seemed quite popular, but Jisung couldn’t blame her. Her kindness and beauty was unable to not be loved.

“How did you two meet? I’ve never seen you before.” One of the guys, named Chan, asked Jisung. Making him shake in his boots. “He’s from up north, you know, where its cold due to the artic climate. Not a lot of fairies live there, so I guess that’s why.” Y/n said, taking Jisung by surprise by her smooth lie. Chan seemed to believe it and didn’t think too much of it, resulting Jisung to nod and play along.

Changbin on the other hand was quite the curious one and it made the pair panic a little. “I-I- We have to go! I’m so sorry! We have to hurry or else we’ll be late! I’ll see you later!” Y/n had grabbed Jisung for the second time by the hand and dragged him away from the two muscular fairies, who were left stunned. But they shrugged it off and continued to enjoy their time at the festival.

The pair sighed in relief when they were alone.

“You’re a pretty little liar, aren’t you?” Jisung teased. “What do you mean?” “The up-north lie? And getting us out of that mess?” “Oh that! But that wasn’t a lie?” Y/n said, confusion layering her tone. “W-what?” “Y-you’re meeting my mom and my grandmother later tonight…” She said, her voice and eyes trailing off, not daring to look him in the eye.

Jisung sucked in a breath, causing it to be stuck in his throat and making him end up in a coughing session. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you, I know. But, I haven’t seen you in two days and they insisted on meeting you.” Y/n explained as she tried to help Jisung catch his breath. “What do you mean they insisted?” Jisung exclaimed. “I-I may have told them about you by accident.” She giggled shyly, hiding her face in her hands as she looked down to the ground in embarrassment.

Jisung in the meantime looked at her with a smirk. He popped his face under Y/n’s and moved her hands away from her pretty face, so that her eyes now would meet his. “You like me that much?” He teased, causing her to shake her head. Not in denial, but as to show how flustered she was by his words and that she was now, because of him, malfunctioning.

The prince shook it off, thinking that she was just kidding in the end as they made their way to the centre of the market place where everybody was dancing. Jisung twirled her around every once in a while, making her giggle as she looked down to him. Her hands rested on both of his cheeks as he held her up by her waist.

The two stayed close to each other, after dancing they would go to a stand and share some rose water together, whilst sitting on a bench together. Her head resting on his shoulder once more that night, making Jisung’s heart skip a beat. “Look.” Y/n said whilst looking up. He followed her and noticed a pair sitting high up in the trees, on a branch they had all to themselves. “How romantic.” Y/n sighed in delight at the sight. She wanted to envy the romance, but she had moments like that with Jisung before as well. Only they were platonic as much as Y/n wanted them to be more than just that.

Jisung moved his eyes for the unknown couple to Y/n who was still staring upwards. He hoped as well that one day there would be something more than just a platonic relationship between them. He knew that he could start something right here, right now. But he wasn’t sure if she felt the same way as he did. He thought back on the amount of times he chickened out on kissing her. Her lips looked soft and plump, her face framing them perfectly. Making them almost irresistible to kiss.

“Alright, c’mon. We have to go somewhere.” Y/n said whilst stretching. She stuck out her hand for Jisung to take, but he just looked at her in confusion. “Where are we going?” “I already told you, you’re meeting my mom and my grandmother.” She giggled at his forgetfulness. Jisung’s eyes widened again and he felt his breathing becoming unsteady. “I-I thought you were joking!” Jisung exclaimed, causing Y/n to panic at his panicking. “I don’t know what to say! I am not prepared for this. What if they won’t like me? Won’t they think I’m weird? Y/n, I can’t breathe-“ “Jisung relax. You’ll be fine, trust me.” She whispered as she held his hands tightly in hers, clutching them to her face. Her compassionate gaze made him calm down. He relaxed at her touch and melted when she cupped his face in her soft hands.

“Let’s go, we’ll be late.” She giggled, this time just taking Jisung’s hand, before leading the way.

“Y/n, seriously I can’t do this!” Jisung whines again as they stood in front of her childhood home. “Jisung we’re already here, we can’t go back!” She whisper-yells whilst trying to hold her laughter to herself, to not make Jisung feel bad. “Y/n!” He whined, holding onto her tightly. “Sungie-“ “Oh, you’re here already!” A middle-aged fairy said as she had opened the door, scaring both Y/n and Jisung. “Come inside! You must be tired and hungry from all the dancing.” She smiled as she left the doorframe. “There’s no turning back now Sungie.” She giggled, squishing his hand in comforting way as her fingers intertwined with his.

“We’ve heard so much about you!” Another woman, who seemed to be older than the one who had opened the door, so Jisung assumed that she was Y/n’s grandmother. Y/n in the meantime was taken back by her grandmother’s sudden statement. “N-no, you haven’t. I’ve only started talking about him in the past two days ago.” Y/n murmured, scratching the back of her neck, feeling slightly embarrassed. Jisung felt flattered and flustered at the same time, not being able to believe that they were already at this ‘stage’.

Time would go on and sooner enough they had taken place around the dining table, which was filled with all seasonal food that Y/n’s mother and grandmother had prepared together. Jisung watched the three women laugh and talk together. Y/n’s mother talked about what Y/n was like as a child and shared more memories about her childhood with Jisung. As they talked so fondly of their family bond, the prince couldn’t help but feel a little emotional about it. He felt himself panic a little when he felt his eyes prickle with tears. He felt the atmosphere of ‘family’ after such a long time. He has been missing his parents dearly and he envied Y/n a little for still being able to experience this. It’s something that he really has been missing and longing to feel again. And here he was.

He suddenly excused himself when his vision became blurry by the tears that had filled his eyes and got up and rushed outside. Y/n was taken back by his sudden action and went after him. She found Jisung on their small porch. He leaned over the railing, holding his weight on his arms as tears fell down. Y/n instinctively rushed over to him and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry.” She whispered into his back. “Why?” Jisung asked back in a whisper. “I made you panic and this might’ve been a little too much-“ She was cut off by Jisung who unwrapped her arms from his waist so he could turn around to face her. Tears were still streaming down his face, but he had a broken smile plastered on his face as he looked at her fondly. His fingers caressed the features on her face as she looked at him in confusion.

“You did nothing wrong, if else. You made me feel something again that I haven’t felt in years.” Jisung started softly. “Ever since my parents passed away, I haven’t felt what it’s like to have an actual family again. But, just hearing you and your mom and your grandmother talk about memories so dearly, just showed me what family is like again.” Y/n was shocked at his words and felt bad for not knowing, even though it was up to him to tell her or not.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t know.” Her voice was shaky, feeling emotional as well. “You couldn’t have known petal.” Jisung whispered as she had hugged him tightly again. He heard her gasp at the new nickname and it caused him to laugh. “You know, no matter what, that I’ll be here for you, right?” Y/n looked up to him as she spilled her heartfelt words, causing Jisung to burst out in tears again. Hiding his face in the crook of her neck as he continued to cry.

“I know petal, thank you.”

“Is that why your uncle flew you over to the kingdom?” She asked carefully after some time when she felt Jisung calming down from his cries. He simply hummed in responds, confirming her suspicion. “My brother and his wife plus my uncle and I live together.” Which wasn’t a lie. “We don’t really talk, my brother is always working and ever since our parents have died, he doesn’t really seem to care about me anymore. He might slightly, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. He’s too busy with his own things to be actually caring about me. That’s when my uncle jumps in. He’s been a father figure to me ever since ‘it’ happened.” Jisung states sadly.

He looked down at her once more and brushed his fingers through her hair. “Thank you for letting me experience this again Y/n. I’ll never forget it.” “No problem. Take a breather out here and relax, you can come inside whenever you’re ready.” Y/n whispered, giving his hand a comforting squish, before she made her way inside.

The prince let out a sigh and ran his hand through his own hair in slight frustration. “You can’t just tell her about getting married to another, but you can tell her what’s been hurting you deeply for the past fucking years.” Jisung mutters to himself in disbelief. He took another deep breath and tried to calm himself down, before returning inside as well. “Did the fresh air do you well dear? We have some cake ready if you’d like some.” Y/n’s grandmother offered, to Jisung’s surprise, but he gladly took the offer.

Y/n had quickly realised that her family had become smitten for Jisung. They continued to praise how well he ate as he filled his cheeks with the food that her family had served. Also surprising them that a such toned fairy was able to stuff his cheeks so cutely. “He really does looks like a squirrel or a hamster, doesn’t he?” Y/n teased, making the chubby cheeked-boy blush harshly.

The night sooner but later passed and it was time for Jisung to go back home. He sighed sadly when he saw his uncle waiting on the other side of the wall. “I guess it’s time for us to say goodbye, again.” Jisung sighed as he turned to Y/n who was looking sadly at him as well, a pout displayed on her face. “Thank you for the great night, I’ll cherish it forever.” He whispered to her, without her noticing, as she was too busy staring into his eyes. He had leaned down to press a kiss on her cheek as a sign of gratitude, causing her to freeze in the moment. The prince noticed her freezing and caught her luckily when she almost fell down, her wings giving out on her.

Jisung smirked, making her blush this time, before he held her by her waist and helped her back up and sat her down on the wall. He brought his face teasingly close to hers, making her move back in shock, earning yet another proud smirk from Jisung. He wanted nothing more than to press his lips on hers and she wanted nothing more than have him pressing his plump lips against hers. Instead, the handsome prince continued to smirk and told her to have a goodnight. Their touches lingered as Jisung flew back to his uncle, before making their way home.

He heard her call out a ‘see you soon, resulting him to break out in a smile. After she did that, Jisung was a smiling and giggly mess as he thought back on the amazing night. His uncle saw how happy the prince was and felt delighted and glad that he could’ve helped a little, by assisting and backing Jisung up in order to escape out of the palace for the entire day.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Jisung whines as they continued to fly though the pitch-black forest. “Why? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you so happy. Can’t I enjoy this moment as well?” Jaesang jokes, causing the prince to shake his head playfully.

As soon as Jisung had arrived in his room, he grabbed his journal and began writing down every single detail he remembered from the night, a night that he knew he never wanted to forget.

After that night, the prince wanted nothing more than to run away with her. He had written about it in his journal and ranted as well on how he just wanted a life with Y/n, even if it really meant to give up his title. But on the other hand, he felt like he would disappoint his parents and fail all the words they’ve ever done to get him where he is this very day.

But he craved nothing more than a simple life with Y/n, living in a small cottage where they would constantly be on each other’s wings all day, but he didn’t mind. He would love the idea of being able to cling onto her all day. As he continued his life at the palace, he daydreamed about the festival. He remembered her worried expression when she saw him crying and about the excitement that was beaming off her as they danced the night through. Having her fingers intertwined with his as showed him around the kingdom she grew up in.

He has been ranting to his uncle how much he has been missing that night and how he owned him the world for helping him out. “I’m just glad you had an opportunity to be happy.” His uncle would respond genuinely. “But,” his uncle continued. “I do have to remind you that the wedding is getting closer and soon it will be time for you to move into the palace of the Yellowwood kingdom.” “I know, I honestly don’t want to think about it. It just makes me depressed.” “I understand Jisung, but it’s better to prepare yourself, so the hit won’t be as harsh in the end.” “But there still will be something that’s hurting me in the end and that’s what’s making this even more depressing.” Jisung sighed.

Later that same day, Jisung was waiting at their flower for Y/n to arrive. To his surprise she arrived with what looked like a big frame. He saw a flying square in the distance, before he realised that it was Y/n. Correcting his thoughts that made him think that he ate something bad that morning. When he realised that it was her, he flew down to her to help her out, she was surprised by his sudden appearance, obvious from not being able to see him and it caused her to yelp out in surprise. He only smirked and shot her a wink as he continued to help her out. “When you came to my place the other day, I had to hide this last minute, because I didn’t want you to see it, before it was finished.” Y/n panted after she had sat down the painting. “It- it’s for me?” Jisung exclaimed startled. Y/n giggled and wrapped the sheet off the frame, revealing the beautiful painting she had created herself.

He exclaimed once again and looked at the work in awe. “Is that the flower path you made?” Jisung asked, big eyes as he looked at her in adoration. She shrugged her shoulders as she smirked to him. He looked at the painting once again in shock and admired the work she had made for him. “I wanted you to have something that reminds you of me, as much as the gifts you gave me, reminds me of you.” She admitted shyly, basically confessing that she wanted him to think of her.

Jisung hid his face in his hands as he shyly laughed at her explanation. Sooner enough, he took her by surprise as he pulled her into a tight hug, continuously thanking her as he swayed her from side to side. Jisung felt like crying, he was just so touched by her gesture. It was easy for him to find a pretty jewel like the bracelet around Y/n’s wrist, but to make such a beautiful painting? He was on cloud nine just by the thought that Y/n really spend her free time making something specially for him and him only.

He had his face buried in the crook of her neck as he let out a deep breath. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received, thank you petal.” Jisung whispered against her skin, her body stiffening of the feeling of his lips against her warm skin. “I highly doubt that.” She giggled. “No, I mean it.”

‘You’re the best gift I could’ve ever wished for.’

The night goes by as fast as the others as the pair enjoyed each other’s company. Y/n left with bare hands as Jisung now had to carry the big painting around to his home. To his surprise, he met head on with his brother who stood at the entrance of the palace. There was no chance Jisung was able to hide the painting that was almost as big as himself and he quickly had to find an excuse as he flew closer and closer towards his brother.

“What’s that?” “What does it look like?” Jisung sighed back, yearning to go to his room as soon as he could, so he could put the painting on his wall and stare at it for the rest of the night. “Don’t get smart with me. What’s the painting for?” His brother asked curiously. “I like art, that’s why I got a painting.” Jisung lied, not exactly as he loved Y/n’s art from this day forward.

“Since when are you interested in art?” The king asked confused, knowing that his little brother used to think that art was ‘boring’. “For a while now, it’s not like you know everything about me.” Jisung snapped as he finally moved passed his brother.

When he arrived in his room, he was met with his uncle who had his journal in his hands, causing the prince to stumble over his words as his uncle gave him a knowing smile. “Can’t you read it more secretively?” Jisung whined whilst taking things off his wall, to make room for the painting. “I could, but you’re the one who came home.” Jaesang laughs as he watched the young prince place the painting on the wall. He watched Jisung frown and shake his head, before pulling the painting off the wall again.

Jaesang bounced a little, as Jisung created a dip in the bed that they were now both sitting on as Jisung held the painting right above his bedframe. Jaesang saw Jisung’s face lit up, aware that the prince had found the perfect spot for his painting.

“I’ll go get some nails.” Jaesang chuckled.

When he came back, he found Jisung in the same position: holding the painting against the wall. Not daring to move a millimetre as it indeed was the perfect spot. “Where did you get this from?” Jaesang finally asked, making Jisung groan out in relief. “Finally, I thought you’d never ask-“ “Y/n gave it to you, didn’t she?” “I thought I… let me talk about my gift!” Jisung whined, resulting his uncle to end up in a fit of laughter.

“She made this for me. For me! She spend her free time making this for me!” Jisung squeaked. “It must make you feel special.” Jaesang teased. “It does, but it mostly makes my heart flutter. So beautiful.” “Are you talking about the painting or your little fairy?” Jaesang continued to tease as the prince blushed. “She’s a very talented fairy indeed.” He admitted to the prince next to him as they stared up to the, now hanging, painting above Jisung’s bedframe.

“If she was a princess, you two would be perfect together.” Jaesang sighed. The words saddened Jisung as he knew that he could only dream of a reality like that. He burst out in tears and leaned against his uncle as he continued to sob. “It’s unfair.” Jisung cried out, wiping his tears away aggressively. “Why do I have to give up the life, the things that I want and need? Only for the sake of others?” Jisung continued to speak in frustration. “I understand Jisung, but we sadly don’t decide in what family we are born into. The universe decides that for us.” “Well screw the universe then!” Jisung groans out as he now let himself fall onto his soft sheets that were spread out on his bed.

“Think about it this way. If you weren’t living, the way you were living right now, you probably would’ve never met her. You know I’ve thought you about the butterfly effect.” “’A tiny change could change everything.’” Jisung quoted his uncle’s words. “You being born into a different family could also change everything. All of this is meant to be, it all happened and happens for a reason.” Jaesang tried to explain the young emotional prince.

“And don’t get me wrong, you have every right to be upset and angry about this, because it indeed is unfair. And I hate to see you like this. You and your bother already had a hard time behind you and I wish you two nothing more than happiness.” “I know you do. Thank you.” Jisung whispered, closing his eyes as he wanted and needed his body to rest.

The following day Jisung had woken up with his head buried into his pillows. He yawned and opened his eyes slowly, only to be met with the painting first thing in the morning. He shot up to realisation that he actually was given something so beautiful by Y/n. But his face quickly met his pillows again when he wondered if Y/n also felt so fluttered and flustered whenever he gifted her something. If it really did made her think of him, like this painting was affecting him.

The morning would pass and Jisung made himself ready to meet Y/n for the umpteenth time. Even though they have met up countless times, he still was as excited and nervous as the very first time. He saw her approaching closer, the sky turning shades of grey, but she was outstanding. She wore a red oversized sweater with some pants under them.

Jisung had never mentioned it, but red was his favourite colour and it looked gorgeous on her. Before they could even exchange a hello, the rain had other plans as it started to downpour. They both gasped at the contact of the cold water, whilst laughing at the inconvenient moment.

The prince took Y/n by the hand and dragged Y/n into his kingdom, ignoring her objections. He knew he couldn’t bring her to the palace, so he had to think fast as they were getting soaked by the rain that continued to pour from the sky. Y/n had started to hold on tight as Jisung sped his way, trying to dogs as many water droplets as he could.

They arrived at a small cabin, far away from the palace where they found shelter. Jisung shook his head as she tried to get his hair to stop sticking against his forehead, resulting a whine and a giggle from Y/n who received the extra water to the face. “Where are we?” Y/n questioned Jisung as she looked around the cabin in awe. “It’s a small place my parents used to own, you know. It’s like a little get-away from home, yet close to home to be away from the kids.” Jisung mumbles as he looked through the cupboards.

“I don’t think there will be a lot of food, but there are some dried fruits and some dried roses, we can survive on those as the storm passes.”

Y/n prepared a pot of hot water and made some hot rose water whilst munching on some dried fruit they shared. The pair would look outside and realise that the storm wasn’t going to pass soon. “I guess we’ll be stuck in here.” Jisung mutters, not daring to look Y/n in the eye as he knew something she didn’t: there was only one bed.

The two would arrive in the small bedroom where a two-person bed stood. “Oh.” Was all Y/n could make out, now also avoiding Jisung’s gaze. “Turn around.” She continued, causing Jisung’s face to shot up to look at her. “W-what?” He stuttered. “My clothes are wet. The bed will get soaked and we’ll get sick.” She states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Before Jisung could comment, she had already turned her back to him, assuming he mirrored her actions like she asked him to.

He heard her shuffle around and the bed moving, he looked over his shoulder and saw her in a damp top sitting under the covers. As she was making a border of pillows to separate the two, Jisung had crawled into bed as well, his soaking clothes laying on the floor as well. The pair stared up to the ceiling awkwardly as they tried to stay on their own side of the bed. Y/n was squished against the wall, the cold stone standing in contrast with her burning skin as she didn’t dare to make eye contact with the boy she’s been crushing on next to her.

She had shared a bed with Felix before, as they went camping every once in a while. But she’s never laid this close next to someone else besides Lixie. Jisung’s skin was burning as well, he had to resist staring at her, feeling like he’d make her uncomfortable, but he wanted nothing more to hold her and warm up with her in his arms.

The moment felt very intimate even though there were no physical touches, that was until Y/n fell asleep eventually. The barrier between them was broken as she laid on top of the pillows, causing her back to touch Jisung’s.

Jisung just couldn’t fall asleep. His heart was racing and his brain just couldn’t keep quiet. ‘Just hug her, this could be your only chance.’ ‘No, she might not want to or like it.’ He thought to himself.

As if the universe had heard him, Y/n turned in her sleep. Her peaceful figure now facing Jisung. He turned his gaze slowly to the girl next to him and admired her features. Her face so close to his, he could kiss her plumps lips right there and then, but that’d be wrong. Jisung made himself comfortable as he laid on his side, one arm resting under his head as the other softly traced over her face.

His warm hand cupped her cheek as he continued to adored her. His body moved on his own as his brain later on realised what he’d done.

He had pressed a kiss on top of her head.

He really wanted to feel her lips on his, but that’d be selfish. To take advantage of a moment like that wasn’t worth it.

Surprisingly, Y/n moved once again. This time she had her arm wrapped around Jisung and nuzzled her face into his chest. The prince’s heart skipped a beat and he could feel himself sweat, but he couldn’t help but let out a smile. He wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her close, not wanting to let her go as he went to sleep.

The night passed and the sunlight hit Jisung’s face, awakening him from his slumber. An aroma filled his senses and his nose itches from something brushing against it. He opened his eyes and realised that her arms were still wrapped tightly around his body. His arm was draped over her waist whilst she had her face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her hair being the cause of the ticklish feeling.

He felt her hot breath on his neck and it caused his body to react to it immediately as goosebumps covered his skin, chills running down his spine. He knew she was awake and when she looked up to him with sleepy, big eyes. He couldn’t resist to coo at her. Pulling her into a constricting hug. “Sungie!” She whined in a muffle as she was barely able to breath due to his tight embrace. “You’re so cute.” Jisung mumbles as he loosened his grasp. “D-did you…” She trailed off softly. “No! No! I would never!” Knowing exactly what she meant as he stressed. “Besides, you were the one holding onto me first, Petal.” He whispered into her ear, earning a gasp from her before she hid her face into his chest in embarrassment. “I’m sorry! I usually hug the bear Felix gave me.” She mutters shyly, still hiding her face from him. Which he was kind of glad for as his smile fell.

‘Of course they give each other things, they’ve known each other longer.’ Jisung had to tell himself before he focussed on the love of his life that was laid next to him, snuggled against his chest. “Don’t worry about it petal, I love holding you in my arms.” The two were still drowsy and continued to lay in each other’s arms. Jisung’s heart raced when he felt her hug him back, her arms tightening around his torso. “Did you sleep well, petal?” He asked in a whisper, whilst brushing her hair by running his fingers through it. She nodded into his chest, causing Jisung to fight back a smile. “As much as I’d love you to stay in my arms forever, we have to get up. We’ve got to go back home, unfortunately.” Jisung murmured sadly. “I don’t want to.” She whines as she snuggled her face closer to his chest. “I’ll check if our clothes are dry.” Jisung offers before he got out of the warm bed.

His pants seemed dry, but her dress and his shirt were still soaked and cold. Which he wasn’t surprised by, it was pouring rain after all. The young prince put on his pants and went through the old closet in the room to find something for Y/n to wear. “Here.” He said as he threw the shirt he found on her head. “What’s this?” “Your dress is still wet and I don’t want you to catch a cold. I found this old dress shirt that you can wear.” He managed to make out as he scratched the back of his head. He had turned his head away from Y/n so she could put on the shirt comfortably as he was lost in his thoughts. Hoping that Jaesang wasn’t too worried about him. Who was he kidding, his uncle probably had ripped his hairs out by now, due to the worrisome Jisung has caused him. (Plus the rest of the castle.) Y/n had put on the oversized shirt, when she noticed Jisung’s figure leaning against the doorframe. Toned chest and his pants handing loosely around his waist. Jisung only noticed what was happening when he heard her gasp loudly. “I-I’m sorry!” He stressed whilst Y/n was hiding her face back in the sheets, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks and flustered by his unconscious yet blunt action. “I should find a shirt for myself as well.” He murmured to himself as he flipped the closet inside out.

A little later, the two dared to face each other when they stood together in the kitchen. He had prepared some food and set it on the coffee table across the couch where he was already seated. She still stood in the kitchen awkwardly, the dress-shirt she was wearing covering her to her knees. Jisung caught her figure still standing in the kitchen and had to stop himself from staring at her for the umpteenth time. And to stop himself from imagining her in his own oversized shirts.

The two ignored the shy feeling that overtook them and decided to eat. She sat on the ground as he sat behind her on the couch. He had finished his bowl before her and decided out of boredom to play and eventually braid her hair. “Sungie, I think it’s time we go back. I have work and you probably as well.” Y/n sighed. Jisung stared in front of him in confusion. ‘Oh yeah, she thinks I ‘work’ at the palace.’

She had rested her cheek on his knee and wanted to enjoy his company some more, they both knew they had to go back. Otherwise the other fairies would be worried about them. “I’ll get you something to carry your we clothes.” He whispers, before getting up.

“You know that I work at the Yellowwood Palace, right?” She asks the young prince, making him stop carefully in his tracks. “Y-yes?” “Recently they started to take more and more interest in the flower that I grow with my friends. And they asked me to grow a lot of flowers. I assume it must be for a special occasion, since some of the flowers are so specific…” Y/n rambles on as Jisung’s heart dropped.

‘She growing the flowers for my wedding.’ He had realised. It was a cruel and disgusting reality, but there was nothing he could do about it, literally. He started to feel uneasy and felt the need to get out of the cabin as soon as possible. Jisung had opened the door and was about to speak to Y/n, when suddenly a bee flew towards him with high speed, causing him to yell out in panic and fear. “Are you okay?” Y/n giggled as she helped him back up. “It attacked me!” Jisung cried out dramatically. “It was probably looking for some flowers. I’ll shoo him away for you, okay Sungie?” He nodded in responds with a pout still on his lips and as his knees were still buckling from the shock. She ran her hand through Jisung’s locks to comfort him. He clung onto her like a koala would.

Sooner enough, they had arrived at their flower, Jisung insisted on seeing her out after all. Y/n was nurturing the flower, the rain was heavy and she was proud the flower still stood tall. “I would love to know how to grow a flower.” Jisung admitted, not adding the fact that it would make him feel closer to her. “Really? I would probably gift you a fake flower.” Y/n teased. “You’ve got that little faith in me petal?” Jisung scoffed playfully. “Leave the flowers to me Sungie.” “And what do I have left then? Good looks and smooth talk?” He shot back, getting closer to her every word. “I think you should leave those to me as well.” Y/n smirked as she rested her fingers under his chin, to make him look her in the eye.

Jisung leaned back and groaned dramatically. “Prepare the chariots! I have a meeting to attend to! This is a matter of treason and loyalty!” He cried out playfully, causing her to laugh without actually knowing that he was actually capable of doing that. “I’m sorry.” She coos as she hugged him tightly. “As you should be.” He pouted. “I take my words back.” “No you don’t. You love me~” He sung, causing her to shyly and nervously push him off her.

‘If only you knew.’ She thought with a sigh.

“In your dreams Sungie.” She giggles.

‘If only you knew I wished it could be so much more than that petal.’ He silently wished the same.

“I-I’m sorry, but who are you?” Y/n stuttered as she stood face to face with a tall and broad fairy, who also couldn’t look more intimidating.

‘This is the moment where I’ll be arrested for leaving the kingdom borders.’

But instead, the bodyguard Y/n assumed, stood aside and revealed the queen of Yellowwood to her. The flower fairy gasped in shock and bowed immediately out of respect. “Please stand, we’ve been waiting for you.” She spoke with a smile on her face as she came closer to Y/n. “I’m terribly sorry your majesty if you’ve been waiting for long-“ “No, don’t you worry about that, you have your own life as well. But let’s get to business, since I’m not here for just a visit.” Y/n nodded as she waited for the queen to continue. “I need you to grow your best and most beautiful flowers, we’ll need even more for this historic event!” The queen clasped her hands in excitement. “A wedding?” Y/n asked herself in assumption. “Yes, but you’ll have to keep it secret. No one can know yet. But you must know as I’ve got specific flowers for you that we’ll need.” “I would be more than honoured to be a helping hand at such a great event!” Y/n chirped. “That’s great dear! I knew I could count on you! Now, I must go. I’ve got more errands to run. I’ll see you soon miss Bellerose.” “Goodbye your majesty.” Y/n bowed before they flew off and out of sight.

The young prince had returned home as well, he as well awaited by a Royal. But in his case it was his brother. Both weren’t too thrilled to see one another. Jisung sighed as he could see his brother’s frown from a mile away.

“Where have you been Han Jisung?” “Wow, he knows my name,” the youngster sneered. Trying to walk past his brother became no use as he had him in his grasp. “Do you think this is all a joke? Something for you to fuck around with? Let me break it to you twat! Take this or something fucking serious for once! You’re not a child anymore! Grow the fuck up!” His brother raged.

“If you really think that I’m a grownup, why don’t you fucking let me be and stop acting like you’re my dad! You know you can’t replace them!” Jisung growled back. “Shut it! You need to study more! Your kingdom will be doomed with you as king!” His brother taunted. “Seriously! All I fucking ask you is to stop being such an ass of a king and be my brother for a second! I’m trying to enjoy my last bits of freedom, okay?” Jisung screamed. “I’m going to be chained with a girl who I don’t even know and who I certainly do not love and probably never will!”

“Jisung, the discussion is long off the table! You’re marrying this girl no matter what!” His brother added to the screaming match. “Can you get that head of yours out of your bloody arse for a second! Even Jaesang told me that the princess didn’t know about the marriage up until, what? A few months ago? Can’t you see how unfair this is?” Jisung cried out in frustration. “Life is unfair, deal with it already. Grow the fuck up and think of your own responsibilities as a royal.” The king snarled. “You should be happy that you had months to prepare yourself! Yet here you are wasting all the precious time!” He added in anger.

“You really just don’t fucking get it! That you wished for marriage doesn’t mean the same for me! Just fuck off man.” Jisung sighed as he finally was able to walk away from his brother.

Jisung arrived in his room, high on adrenaline and till raging from the argument he had before. His mind was clouded and he wasn’t sure how to feel, but he was sure what he was going to do. He took a bag from his closet and started to pack it. He stuffed the bag with fresh clothes and he couldn’t forget his journal. His brother had become awfully noisy and he couldn’t risk him finding it. He might be the king, but (sadly to Jisung) he was still his brother after all.

Jisung quickly scribbled an apology note to Jaesang for suddenly disappearing, again, but he needed to go. He knew it wouldn’t be too long before he would be escorted to the palace of Royals De la Grande.

‘… I’ll be back in two days.’ He added to the note.

Jisung had placed the note on his desk before he snuck out, like the many other times. He had no plan, but he wanted to see her. That’s all he needed right now.

It was a dark journey through the dense forest, but he found his way by the flowers who had led her to him many other times.

It certainly was a surprise to Y/n to see Jisung in front of her door in the middle of the night. “What are you doing here?” She stressed before dragging him inside. “Aren’t you happy to see me petal?” Jisung teased as he held his arms open for her to throw herself into. “Of course I’m happy to see you Sungie, but seriously. What are you doing here?” She asked whilst looking at him with worry spread over her face. “I had a fight with my brother, a pretty messed up one and I needed to get away for a breather.” He spoke truthfully. “Does he know you’re here?” She asked and Jisung shook his head. “My uncle does, so don’t worry please. I took care of it.” Jisung said, knowing he lied this time.

He knew his brother shoved part of the truth in his face. He knew he had to step up and do as he’s supposed to, but not right now.

“Jisung, things like this needs to be resolved right away.” Y/n emphasized as she even softly pushed him towards the door, as much as she wanted him to stay, she knew he had to figure that situation out. Instead, Jisung brought Y/n back into his arms, pressing her close to his torso. “I’ll figure it out, I promise. But please, let me stay with you for a couple days.” He whispered into her hair. “Fine.” She sighed, trying to act annoyed, but couldn’t help but giggle as she had her favourite fairy in her arms again.

“Wait, why a couple days?” “Just to mess up my brother a little.” Jisung smirked, causing Y/n to gasp in disbelief. “Jisung!” “What?” He laughed. “So what are you going to do now?” She asked after they put away his stuff. “I have might have an idea.” He smirked once again. Y/n looked at him confused as he took her hand and dragged her outside. She squealed in surprised when he launched the both of them in the air, holding her by her waist to not hurt her.

She clutched onto his body for dear life, hugging his torso as she’s never been this high before. Y/n’s used to working near the ground. Jisung had settled on a leave on the highest point of the tree he could possibly find. She moved her head off his shoulder a little to see if it was safe and she was absolutely in awe with the view. The stars in the sky were shining brightly, she really had to give it to the night fairies for doing such an amazing job.

She even saw some of the famous night fairies most other fey people would swoon about. They were playing with the stars, treating them like footballs, causing it to act like a shooting star. “Make a wish.” He whispered, looking at her in adoration as she closed her eyes.

‘I wish that we could have our happily ever after together.’ Jisung wished to the stars in the sky.

The following day, Jisung was awoken on an unfamiliar couch by the rumbling and the stumbling that went on in Y/n’s house.

“What are you doing?” Jisung grunted in his morning voice. “To work!” Y/n yelled from the other room as she continued to get ready.

Once more, like once before, Jisung’s heart dropped to his stomach. He was facing his back in order Y/n would walk pass. He had a pained expression on his face, remembering why he ran away to Y/n in the first place.

‘Put on a smile and enjoy your last moments with her.’ He told himself as he got up. The fake smile turned genuine, when he saw Y/n clumsily flying around the place, gathering whatever she needed. He dug his nails into his hands as he tried to keep him from losing his shit.

He wanted her to quit the job, to not help the royals preparing his wedding that he did not wanted to participate in. He wanted her to stay with him, talk again about anything and everything. He watches her shine as she shot him a beaming smile.

“What’s up?” She asks him. “You remind me of the sun.” He blurts out with hearts in his eyes. “What?” She squealed flustered and surprised. “You get to grow beautiful flowers and it’s just the way you shine so brightly.” Jisung sighs as a lovestruck boy.

Y/n giggled and went over to tackle Jisung in a bone-crushing hug, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck as she began to sing softly.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey…”

He couldn’t beat off the smile that was plastered onto his face. He held onto her tighter and softly rubbed his cheek onto her head as a form of affection. “A friend used to sing this…” Y/n started off, but Jisung didn’t hear. He was too busy with all the thoughts suddenly running through his head. “Let’s run away.” He whispers. “What?” She exclaimed stunned. “Let’s run away, just you and me.” He softly brushed his fingers through his hair, somewhere secretly hoping she’d agree.

“You’re ludicrous.” She laughs before getting up. “We could live up north like you said at the festival!” Jisung kept trying. “And where would we live in?” “A tree?” Jisung questioned more than actually answering her question, leading Y/n into a fit of laughter.

“Alright romanticist, pack what you need I’m bringing you to my mom and grandmother.” “Why?” He whined, being pulled by his hands by Y/n, who was already running late. “I need to go to work that’s why.”

Moments later and after a little more whining from Jisung, she finally dropped him off at her mother’s place for her to ‘babysit’ him.

“I’ll be back in a few hours!” “How can you leave me!” Jisung whined, not wanting to let her go. The pair blushed a little when they heard laughter come from inside. “Sungie, I’ll be back. You’ll survive with my family I promise.” She squished his cheeks before actually leaving.

Jisung was then awkwardly escorted back inside and offered to stay in Y/n’s room to relax as she’ll be off for a while. He laid on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. He adored her family, he felt eased when her grandmother softly patted his back whilst leading him to Y/n’s bedroom, probably sensing the anxiety linger around him the second she left.

Jisung had closed his eyes unknowingly when he shot them open by the sound of knocking. Y/n’s mother walked in with a tray that held a drink and some snacks meant for him. “We thought you might’ve wanted some refreshments.” She smiles, setting the tray on the nightstand for him. “Thank you ma’am.” Jisung said timidly, sitting up straight because he felt like it.

‘Why the fuck are you so awkward Han?’ He asked himself as he continued to look everywhere except at Y/n’s mom.

“You know,” she started of breaking the silence “she talks about you all the time.” “She does?” Jisung asked by surprise. “She does, you seem to be her favourite topic to talk about nowadays. Nothing else seems to be on her mind besides you and the wedding. Tell me are you two-“ “Dear, leave the poor boy be! Don’t mind her Jisung, she’s always like this.” The two were interrupted by Y/n’s grandmother who gave her daughter a stern look. “I just wanted to know if my daughter finally has a boyfriend or not.” She whined leaving the room like a little kid, causing grandmother to burst out in laughter, following after her to give Jisung his peace back.

It unfortunately didn’t last long. After trying not to giggle himself into madness by the idea that Y/n can’t get him off her mind, reality hit that he needed to break this off sooner than he hoped for.

He had to go home, guards were probably already searching all around for him and he didn’t wanted to drag his beloved into this mess. Rubbing his face in frustration he tried to figure out how to handle all of this, he knew he had to someday. He couldn’t continue running from this.

As soon as Y/n arrived home, he didn’t hesitate to announce that he had to go. Of course the three were bummed out, so was the young prince who had to face his responsibilities. “Already? Can’t you stay until dinner?” Y/n shot him her puppy eyes that he almost couldn’t resist. “I have to go home petal I’m sorry.” “Fine, I’ll fly you back. I’ll be back later! If I’m not home by dinner time, don’t wait for me!” Y/n yelled out, intertwining her fingers with Jisung’s as they flew out.

The warmth of her hand felt like it could rush through his veins, he felt a hint of adrenaline and anxiety in the air as they soared through the woods, not once letting each other go. Neither spoke the entire trip. Jisung didn’t wanted to know how his wedding was being prepared for him, he didn’t wanted to hear her enjoy working for a wedding she didn’t know that was meant for him.

When their familiar flower was in sight, he sensed tension in the air. He looked to his side to see if she noticed too, but she was oblivious to it as they blatantly stared at each other in silence. Before she could break the silence, she was pulled into his embrace. Her being hugged tightly to his chest, almost taking her breath away, causing her to giggle and slap his shoulders playfully in plead for air.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Almost on que, he heard familiar strong and loud pairs of wings; royal guards. Jisung panicked and knew she had to leave immediately. Contemplating to confess his love right know and if it was the right time or to just disappear with her. He knew neither were a great option. Instead he grabbed her by the waist and pressed a kiss on her cheek. She froze at his sudden touch.

Jisung leaned in closer to her ear. “I’m sorry.” He repeated before carefully pushing her away with an aching heart. “What-“ “Go.” Jisung yelled in a whisper as the sound of flapping wings were getting closer. “What are you-“ “Do you feel something for me?” He had to know and he had to know now. “Jisung what-“ “Please tell mee Y/n.” He begged in desperation. “Yes I have feelings for you Sungie, I love you.” She whispered, whipping away tears that were rolling down his cheeks.

“Knowing that I can go in peace. I’m so sorry. I-“ He was cut off by voices this time and his anxiety was taking over him. “Hide! Go now!” The stressed tone in Jisung’s tone worried Y/n and she did what she was told to.

Jisung had turned his back to her as she fled, whipping his own tears this time. “Farewell my love.” Jisung whispered, in hopes that it was loud enough for her to hear, not knowing where she hid.

“Your Majesty! Where have you been! The kingdom has been looking for you for days!” A booming voice cut through the silence of the forest. “Have been wandering around the border, admiring this flower.” Jisung mutters, suddenly feeling his energy drain for his fairy body. “Must be a present from the Yellow Wood Kingdom and Your Majesty you are very well aware that no one is allowed to roam outside the boarder-“ “I know, I know. No need to lecture me. I bet my brother has a lot ready for me to nag about.” Jisung sighed in defeat. “The King indeed wants to speak to you immediately as soon as you were found. So, let’s go, it’s about your wedding probably.” The guards surrounded the young prince, in fear of him disappearing and them losing their jobs or heads.

Jisung tried to look back hoping for one last glance of Y/n, but she was out of his sight.

In reality, Y/n had hidden under the flower and camouflaged herself with ‘their’ supposedly flower. She had tears streaming down her face and had to sit down on a leave to form herself in a ball as she started to sob. Her heart ached and she felt led on.

To her shock the flower she was resting on starts to wither, as if all her pain drained the energy and love she had put into it. Sooner enough she yelped in pain as she fell off the withering flower. She now only could look up in despair as their beloved flower was nothing more than dull petals, all of its beauty and glory seemingly had faded along with Y/n’s strength.

With buckling knees Y/n got onto her feet and hurried her way through the woods. Thankful for the flowers that now only left a painful memory.

She had to go. She couldn’t stay. Neither could he.

Jisung was seated in front of the King like a little child, being washed over with scolding and tons of nagging.

His uncle could only look and worry for the young prince, he didn’t look well. Jisung’s colours were fading slowly, but the King was too busy making life hell for his brother as he continued to boom his voice through the room.

“Tomorrow! Six o’clock sharp! You are leaving to the Yellowwood Kingdom and you’re going to fulfil your deeds as a prince. Am I understood?” The King gritted through his teeth bitterly, having little mercy on his brother.

“Yes.” Jisung mutters lifelessly, tiredly.

“Get to packing I’d suggest, once you’re married we’ll send the rest of your stuff to your new palace.” The King turned his back on his brother, a sign for Jisung that he could finally leave.

Jaesang rushed to the boy when he noticed that Jisung wasn’t even able to stand up without support. After dragging the prince to his bedroom, he dropped him on his bed. In an instant Jisung curled up in a ball on his bed and hugged his bag to his chest as he cried his heart out.

“Unfair.” Was all Jaesang could hopelessly make out as he had watch the young boy break and fall into pieces.

The next morning, Jisung had somehow snuck out of his bedroom in the morning, rushing to the border, to their flower in hopes to see it one last time before leaving.

Unfortunately, the scene in front of him only added to his heartache. The sight of the withered flower told him enough. Alas there wasn’t any sign of Y/n either. Jisung tried to water the flower desperately, but it didn’t see to work. With the little energy he had left in his body he flew down and hugged the flower, somehow hoping that Y/n would receive it. Knowing fully well it doesn’t work like that.

The ride to his future kingdom was odd, he had never taken the ‘safe’ route before. He missed the flower path Y/n had grown for them. A secret path that had led them to each other, that had connected them.

The young prince had rested his head on his uncle’s shoulder, who was his only support right now. He had to beg his brother for his uncle to come along with him. Jaesang had to convince the king, but Jisung was glad he had at least one person who (still) cared for him by his side. Jisung was scared. Meeting new people always had scared him. He was taught to never trust anybody, well look how nicely that one turned out.

Meeting the princess was also nerve-racking. At the palace, he tried to be his usual cheerful self. It all seemed unnecessary, as she didn’t seemed to be interested in him at all. Neither was he, but at least he felt like he was putting a little bit of effort into this awful situation.

The pair were forced throughout the entire day to sit together, to get to know each other, to prepare themselves to look at their best when they would go out in public together.

Stories spread like wildfire. The entire kingdom sooner enough was talking about the young handsome and charming prince that Jisung had presented himself as.

The stories and rumours also landed onto the ears of a familiar fairy in this story.

Felix had fled to Y/n’s workplace as soon as he heard. From the narrative Y/n had cried out to him not too long ago, but who was now calmly working on the flowers of the wedding she had realised were Jisung’s.

“I suppose you have heard?” Felix hesitated, not knowing how she’d react talking about this. “I’ve heard.” She replied coldly. “Must’ve been a coincidence.” She mutters as she walked over to the rest of the flowers she had to work on. “Y/n, c’mon. You can’t tell me this is a coincidence! They described him exactly what your Jisung looked-“ “Felix… please. Stop.” His heart shattered and he mentally slapped himself for pushing her too far.

He watched her lean over the flowers, trying to hide the fact that she couldn’t stop crying. Felix sighed softly and brought his friend into his arms. Rubbing her back soothingly in hopes to comfort her.

“Want to spend the rest of the day together? I’ll help you work, since you need me right now.” Felix whispered into her hair. “Thank you Lix.”

“I’m sorry Your Majesty, I didn’t know.” Jisung bowed as apologise.

The young pair had spent the entire day together. Hours and hours forced of talking, getting to know each other. Princess Avery had seen the equal amount of unhappiness coming off from Jisung as it was coming off from her.

“Please call me Avery, we’re from the same rank after all. Besides, we’re talking just as friends right now, aren’t we?” Avery tried to shoot him a smile, but both were so unhappy in their current situation, it felt inappropriate.

“I should’ve known- no you should’ve known that there was a marriage, a life dotted out for us? I’ve known for years and for the longest time I’ve been sort of okay with it, until… it doesn’t matter I guess.” Jisung sighed as he laid down in the field of grass where the two can be found.

“Is there someone else your heart belongs to?” Avery asks carefully, looking down at him with sympathy.

“There was. I bet she doesn’t want to do anything with me. I fucked up quite badly.” Jisung admitted. “I suspected there might’ve been. No offense, you didn’t look too good when you arrived here.” She giggled when she heard Jisung laugh out of embarrassment.

“What if,” Jisung started off, breaking the comfortable silence “we spend less time with each other?” He offered. “We’ve got to know each other for only one day now Prince Jisung, am I boring you already?” She teased. “No, you’re absolutely lovely, but let’s be honest. We’re both miserable and we have someone else we want to be with rather than with one another. Besides, the girl that I messed up with lives in your kingdom.” Jisung said trailing off at the end. “I’ve never seen you here before… you snuck in didn’t you?” She grinned. “Don’t ban me from your kingdom princess, I have something to make up for with a special fairy.” She shook her head in disbelief and couldn’t help but smile.

“What do you say princess? Let’s see other people? Enjoy our last bit of freedom if can’t change our so-called destiny.” Sticking out his hand for her to shake to seal the deal. “Let’s do it.” Grabbing his hand with a smile.

“I think you should go find her, what’s her name?” Avery asked. “Y/n.” “Y/n Bellerose? The flower fairy? The same flower fairy that is decorating our wedding?” Avery exclaimed. “Do you understand now how badly I fucked up?” “Yeah, you messed up bad.” She laughed, dragging out her sentence to rub it in. “I’m going to look for her now. I’ll see you later.” He said with a whine and a pout stuck on his face, before he took off. “Good luck!” She yelled after him, before taking off herself.

The search for Y/n wasn’t necessarily hard, he knew where she could be. The confronting and apologising part was eating him alive.

He would find her at her workplace. He watched her through the windows of the shop, looking how she walked around, working hard.

“Y/n?” He called out in a small voice, not even noticing that he had already entered the shop. Her body froze for a moment at the familiar voice she used to love to hear. She looked up to him to see if her mind was playing games on her, but to her surprise she saw him standing before her. “Can we-“ “How can I help you… Your Majesty?” She muttered bowing politely, not wanting to draw attention to any possible eyes. “Y/n, please no-“ “Your Majesty, with all the respect. I am rather busy with a job for the royal family. If it’s not about my work, please leave.” She painfully manages to make out.

Her cold demeanour were like daggers to his chest. “Please Y/n, can we talk?” “I have to work. You know that.” She gritted through her teeth, shooting him a glare with her tear-filled eyes.

“Y/n…” He whispered out her name. He wanted to hold and comfort her, but the possibility to get caught was too big. “What do you want?” She whined out, tired and still hurt. “I am terribly sorry. I’m-“ “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Her voice failing her as she finally let her tears fall down. “I know! I should’ve have! But, you had no idea who I was when we met and I couldn’t find a moment or way to drop this kind of information onto you. I felt like a normal fairy who could just live his life. You weren’t intimidated to talk to me, because of this damned status I was born into. I didn’t wanted to ruin what we had, I’m deeply sorry.” Jisung stresses.

Y/n stayed quiet, trying to find the right words. She only could feel anger rising from her chest. “How long did you know?” “Pardon?” “For how long did you know that you were supposed to get married to someone else? Did you propose to her or-“ “No! Absolutely not! I don’t love her! We only just met-“ “How long Jisung.” Y/n cut him off harshly. “I always had known. My brother, the king, wouldn’t let me forget for as long as I remember.” He admitted.

Y/n scoffed and walked through the shop, trying to calm herself down from how furious she was becoming. “You led me on.” She gritted through her teeth. “Y/n, no please. I would never-“ “You knew! You knew you were getting married!” She cried out. “To someone I don’t even know let alone love!” Jisung shot back in defence. “That shouldn’t be an excuse.” She muttered out.

“It’s not. Please believe me it’s not. I want to chance all of this if I wanted to, but I can’t. I’m stuck with this damned title and destiny. I want to spend time with you! Princess Avery even agreed with me. She is as miserable in this situation as I am. Please believe me.” Jisung cried out as he fell down on his knees in front of her.

He truly was sorry for this entire mess. Y/n could see that. She saw the poor prince in front of her at her feet as he cried. As much as she wanted to continue be angry at him, her heart wanted to spend every possible second with him. “Get up Sungie, people will see.” She mutters whilst helping him back onto his feet. “Sungie?” He mutters out cutely in confusion. “I’m still mad at you, but I want to spend as much time with you as I still am able to. Or allowed to.” She whispers, whipping his tears away from his puffed cheeks.

“Thank you.” He mutters, pulling her in a quick embrace.

“Is there anything I can help you with! I can water the flowers! I can do that!” Jisung’s energy suddenly shot through the roof, causing her to giggle as she felt her own energy being refuelled again. “Are you even allowed to do this?” Y/n asked, a little worried. “Trust me, as long as my brother is far away from all this. It will be okay.”

Y/n had done a great job hiding Jisung in her shop whenever he came by to spend time with her. Weeks had passed and the two had a great time like they used to with one another. Jisung had been her helping hand and also a handful as he continued to mess with her during her shifts.

She was happy to have him by her side again. Felix was happy to see her well again, but she needed a reality check. “Do you seriously consider this safe?” He asked his best friend who has been running away from this conversation. “Felix please-“ “Y/n, he is a prince! I get that you want to spend time with him for as long as you can, but this isn’t safe! Not for him and neither for you! There are stories going around in the village of Jisung not spending enough time with the princess for some reason. What if they find out about you having feelings for him? One could bring one end to the other and the outcome possibly won’t be pretty for you.” Felix stresses, holding onto her hands trying to get through her.

“I don’t want you to end up somewhere horrible, only because you have feelings for someone you unfortunately shouldn’t have. I’m just looking out for you, you know that right?” Y/n nodded and let herself fall into her friend’s arms to cry at the reality she had to face.

Y/n has been starting to ignore and avoid Jisung as much as she could. She tried to work at unusual places as much as possible, in order to not be able to run into him. She wouldn’t know what to say. She knew what he’d say, he’d want her to fight against whatever is holding her back to stay the way they were. She wondered how he was doing, if he potentially was falling for the princess anyway. Y/n had met the princess multiple times and not once was she thrown off by Her Majesty. Her Majesty was charming and sweet. She was playful and intelligent. It was easy to fall for her charms and it was difficult to not fall in love with her.

She somewhere hoped that he’d fall for the princess, it would save him from troubles. They would be able to live the life they were destined to.

It hurt Y/n to imagine Jisung with someone else, but he was never supposed to be hers anyways.

In the two weeks that Y/n had been avoiding Jisung, she ran to Felix. They talked nonstop, him trying to consult her whilst she often cried her heart out. Jisung on the other hand, was stressed out of his mind. He didn’t know where she was, he couldn’t find her anywhere as if she had disappeared out of the realm. Which he truly hoped that she didn’t.

There was no way for him to contact her and he couldn’t just barge up to her family’s home to ask where she is as the entire kingdom now knew who he was. ‘They must be so disappointed.’ Jisung kept telling himself. He laid on his bed, his uncle at the desk working.

“Jisung, did you eat today?” His uncle asked. Jaesang had noticed Jisung’s health regress. Ever since the first day Jisung couldn’t find Y/n he had been devastated, two weeks of all that wasn’t doing him good.

“I don’t want to be a prince anymore.” Jisung sighed. “We talked about this-“ “You really haven’t found anything?” He cried out distressed. Only to receive a pitiful no from his uncle. “We have to go, you have another date with princess Avery.”

“You look awful.” Avery exclaimed when she arrived at the spot where they were supposed to meet. “Thanks.” He mutters, facing the ground. “I thought the two of you were doing well? A couple weeks back the two of you were little bundles of energy! “I thought so too, but I think she’s been avoiding me for some reason? I can’t find her to talk about it.” He sighed.

The night was still warm from the hot morning sun as the two sat in the garden together. “Avery?” Jisung muttered as they sat under the moon together. “Yes?” “Do you love me?” He asked carefully. “I guess I do, but not in the way I probably should.” She admitted, shooting him a small smile as she looked at him. “In what way do you love me then?” He continued to ask. “I love you like a friend, as someone who’s dear to me, but who I am not attracted to romantically.”

“Is there somebody who you love-love then?” Jisung’s question made her giggle, but she nodded truthfully. “It’s Hyunjin. Isn’t it?” “It is, for you it’s that Flower fairy, Y/n, right?” Jisung smiled brightly at the thought of her, but sighed when he knew as well as Avery that they would be wedded soon.

“I found her at least.” “Did you tell her how you felt about her?” She asked her friend. “No, I hadn’t had the courage, besides. I think she hates me.” He sighs in frustration. “We’ll get through this Jisung, I promise.” Avery assured him. “I suppose you heard about the human wanting to attack our realm?” “I-I did, I wanted to find Y/n to make sure that she was fine, but since I couldn’t find her...” He trailed off in a sad tone. “Have you gone to Felix’s place? I heard that the two were close. Felix is a Sun fairy, very sweet guy, gives us great summer days. I can give you his address, maybe he can help you-“ “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Jisung hugged her tightly after receiving the address from her before taking off.

Felix was hesitant and confused to see the prince in front of his house. Not knowing how to act he guarded the door. “Have you seen Y/n- Do you even remember me? I’m Jisung from the-“ “Festival, yeah I remember Your Majesty.” Felix cut him off coldly. “She told you, didn’t she? Avery told me the two of you were close.” Jisung mutters under his breath.

“Is she here?” Jisung dared to ask carefully. “She’s busy-“ “Lixie! Look at the strawberries Lily gave to me!” Y/n who came in gliding through with two strawberries half of her size. She froze in shock to see Jisung in front of her, almost dropping the fruit she was holding. “I’ll take that, I’ll let you two be. I’m inside if you need me.” Jisung heard Felix whisper to her.

The silence was painful and unbearable.

“Y/n, I-“ “Don’t come looking for me anymore.” Her words cold as ice as she avoided Jisung’s gaze. “What?” He exclaimed in confusion. “Look, we both know it will be the best if we just don’t see each other anymore. Staying out of each other’s lives will be the best for the both of us.” The words drained the life out of Jisung with the second. He felt his feet touch the ground and his wings slump behind him. “These past months have been a mistake Jisung, we can’t both deny it any longer. We first of all never should’ve met-“ “Y/n don’t say that.” Jisung begs.

“I never loved you. Never truly did, I think I only liked the idea of you.” Her heart aches.

Shattered, that’s what Jisung was. “Y-you don’t mean that do you?” Jisung stutters, the situation becoming suffocating to him. His heart ready to jump out of his chest to free itself from the aches it’s been receiving from the daggers that were Y/n’s words.

“I do mean-“ “Let’s run away together-“ Jisung winces when she cut him off. “I don’t want to run away Jisung.” She sighs.

“I love you.” He finally manages to make out. Something inside of him feeling uplifted.

“Lying isn’t a good look on you.” She gritted through her teeth. “It’s okay if you don’t love me, but just so you know that I do love you. More than you’ll ever know Y/n.” “I don’t want to see you anymore. You lied to me. You led me on. Why? What’s the point, was it fucking worth it?” She snarled in anger. “I thought that if I acted like it didn’t matter, that it wouldn’t. I never meant to hurt you.” Jisung only now noticed his crying when he felt his teardrops fall onto his hands that were shaking. Y/n didn’t show an emotion, not letting him read her. He didn’t know why she was suddenly acting like this. ‘Didn’t she mean the words she said that day?’ ‘Did she give me false hope?’

“Like I said before; don’t come looking for me anymore. I don’t want to do anything with you. Go fall in love with the princess like you’re supposed to.” She mutters coldly, walking inside Felix’s home only to leave Jisung’s crying figure outside the closed door.

Jisung continued to cry in his frozen state. He could see through the small window how Y/n hugged Felix and how badly he wanted to take his place. ‘Maybe she loved him all along? She probably did…’ ‘You were just something to take her mind off what she really wanted.’ A vile voice told him in his mind.

He saw them smile at each other. Him rubbing Y/n’s cheeks endearingly, pressing a soft kiss on one of them. Jisung forced himself to turn around and make the long way back to the palace in his drained and fainted state. Jisung didn’t acknowledge Y/n watching him fly away, looking at him in worry. The colours of his wings giving him away.

“Why’d you lie to him?” Felix asked in a whisper. “I wanted to scare him off, not break him apart!” She exclaimed, her eyes not leaving the weakened fairy who couldn’t get far quick. “I’m not going to lie Y/n, this wasn’t the best way to handle this if you’re so anxious about all this.” “I… I know…”

Jisung had a hard time flying back, having to take multiple breaks as his vision was blocked by his tears. He felt betrayed and angry, but he couldn’t be angry at her.

He lied first.

His heart was aching and his body gave up on him as soon as he reached the gates of the palace, dropping himself on the ground. Guards sprinted to him in order to help, assisting Jisung inside of the palace where people were already stressing and fleeing around to help with whatever the prince had.

“Bring him to his room!” Jisung could hear Jaesang yell as he was being carried around. Healing fairies and maids were rushing in and out of the room once Jisung was laid down on bed. The doctorate fairy was quick to recognise what Jisung was going through and informed Jaesang who had caught on the second Jisung was carried inside the palace.

“Please leave us alone.” Jisung whispered.

Jaesang thanked the staff as they let themselves out. When he turned back to Jisung, he was full on sobbing, folded in a ball, hand on his chest as he let out painful cries of heartache. “It hurts.” He cried out, opening his eyes to look at his uncle who couldn’t help but pity the young fairy. Jisung caught glance by accident and saw his awful state. ‘I must’ve given people heart attacks if they saw me like this.’ He thought to himself as he looked away from his reflection.

“What happened?” Jaesang finally asked.

“She has another.” Jisung believed. “She’s through with me and she said… she…” Jisung voice failing him as he started to cry again. “Y/n said what Jisung?” “She said she doesn’t love me. That she never did. That she only liked the idea of me. It’s my own fault.” He laughed out bitterly as he sat up to talk to his uncle as proper as he was able to.

“None of this is your fault-“ “It is! If I didn’t keep the truth from her! If I didn’t lie, maybe none of this would’ve happened.” Jisung cried out, letting himself fall back onto his bed again. “There is no possible way to be able to tell the future Jisung. Don’t be too harsh on yourself. I know you love her, so those words must’ve been a dagger to the heart.” Jaesang pitied. “Turn and twist it and maybe that’s what I feel right now.” The young prince sighed. “What will the king say?” Jisung stressed. “No worries, the staff won’t say anything I made sure of it and I think Princess Avery won’t mind being a helping hand with that.” Jaesang assured.

“Rest Jisung, all will be okay. I promise.”

Avery had rushed to Jisung’s room as soon as she was informed from one of the guards about Jisung’s state, Hyunjin’s fingers intertwined with hers.

They hurried their way to Jisung’s room who looked even worse than Avery, who also still hadn’t regained her colour and strength. Jisung’s body felt heavy and he couldn’t move his limbs in his own bed. He managed to turn his head towards Avery and Hyunjin who looked at him in shock. “What happened?” Avery asked, sitting next to her fiancé. “S-she…” He started, but his crying was stopping him from being able to form a normal sentence. “I saw you fly passed us, please. Maybe we can help you.” Avery tried, but Jisung shook his head.

“She has someone else.” Jisung cried out in pain, crying into Avery’s shoulder who was in shock by his statement. “What do you mean she has someone else?” She exclaimed, studying his face in hopes for a break of character. “I saw her, with that sun fairy.” He mutters sadly. “But you still love her, don’t you?” Jisung nodded and she brought him closer to her body. Hyunjin was standing behind her and watched her comfort her fiancé. The view hurt him, but now that he knew that Avery loved him, he felt at ease. Kind of.

“Jisung, I promise that I will do anything so that you and your fairy can be together. I’ll try anything to change this law for you.” She whispered to him, genuinely meaning her words. She turned around to Hyunjin who looked at her with a shocked expression.

“I will do it for you, for us.” She promised that day.

Jisung’s days consisted of being checked up by the doctors, staff and sometimes Avery. Then he’d stare up at the ceiling and wish for a different life.

Sounds like a dream, doesn’t it?

The king unavoidably heard of Jisung being sick and went to his daughter to ask about the prince as they were supposed to be a close soon-to-be married couple. Avery told her father that Jisung was ill and the king concluded out of that conversation, that Jisung might be in need of vitamin D. Who would be the best candidate for a job like that?

“Felix?” Jisung mutters out in confusion as he saw the freckled boy walking through the door. “Give His Majesty his vitamins and you’re good to go.” He could hear a guard say before closing the door, leaving the two be.

He followed Felix with his eyes and continued to stay silence. He felt too weak to be honest to even be able to start a conversation. The scene of him hugging Y/n and kissing her cheek played through Jisung’s mind as Felix did his work in silence. Jisung couldn’t find a reason to hate him. The freckles on his face are charming and complimenting to his face. His kind persona was drawing people towards him.

He could see why Y/n would chose him over him.

“I know you’re not in need of vitamin D Jisung.” Felix said out the blue. “Then why are you here?” Jisung whispers. “King’s orders.” Felix replied awkwardly. “I see.”

“There’s this girl that I like,” Felix said unexpectedly. “She’s very pretty and I’ve known her for a while, she helps plants grow by-“ “Please stop.” Jisung begged, not being able to hear Felix gush about his crush.

“You’re the Jisung Y/n used to talk about, right?” Felix knew the answer, he just wanted a confirmation. “I hope I am.” Jisung sighs out. “Have you ever received a cake or a painting from her?” “How’d you know?” Jisung wondered more than actually asking the freckled boy in front of him. “Y/n talked about your little meet ups before and I vaguely remember you from the ‘Spring Day’ festival.” Felix awkwardly muttered as he finished his job, leaving the prince stunned and confused in his room.

Felix soon after left and rushed home once he was outside of the palace gates. Hurried to see Y/n as she was in as bad of a state as he just saw Jisung in.

“Y/n?” He called out when he entered his house. He hurried to his bedroom when he heard her let out a pained groan. “How are you feeling?” He asked her, kneeling down next to the bed where she was laying. She felt cold under his touch, her grip weak as she tried to move his hand away.

“Y/n, this wasn’t a good idea.” He mutters whilst moving her hair out of her face. “I know! I realise that now. I just hope he’s better off. He’s a prince. Our worlds weren’t meant to meet in the first place.” She cried out in frustration, kicker her feet on the matrass. “You have to get better, you look like you’re at the end of your days.” He worried, holding onto her hand tightly. “Well, I���m sorry that I fell in love with someone who can never be mine. He is better off with her-“ “He’s not Y/n, he is in pain. He’s stuck in bed almost lifeless. I had to see him today, King’s orders to give him vitamin D with my powers, but trust me Y/n he didn’t needed sunlight.” Felix stressed.

Y/n could only look at him in shock, feeling and knowing that it was her fault. “Why’d you break his heart when you love the guy?” Felix didn’t receive a proper answer, she cried into his hands, feeling helpless and guilty.

“I thought- hoped that this would be the best way. I hoped that he would easily move on and be scared off by my words. I didn’t think it’d hurt him this badly.” She cried out. “Did you tell him about me being like this?” She added. “No, but I think I might tomorrow. They asked me to come back again to give him another doses of vitamins.”

Felix was panicking when he was left alone with the young prince. The guards hadn’t done a great job on their surveillance when it came to the prince’s health condition, as Jisung’s wellbeing was worsening by the second.

Jaesang had entered the room after hearing the distressed calls that came from Felix, who was clueless at the what to do. The adult had seated himself next to Jisung to calm him down, as his dearest prince was suffering in cold shivers. Drops of sweat rolling down his face as he groaned in agony. “Is there anything I can help with?” Felix asked in a small voice. “Thank you for your concern Felix, but I don’t think this problem will be able to be solved with your abilities.” Jaesang sighed whilst looking away from the prince, his heart aching by the sight next of him.

His eyes fell onto a familiar book that was placed on a nightstand. “I have to admit your Majesty,” Jaesang started in a formal matter out of nowhere. “I’ve come across the notes inside you notebook.” He admitted whilst reaching out for it. “Oh.” Was all Jisung weakly could make out. Jisung wasn’t sure why Jaesang brought up the notebook.

Yet, Jaesang knew what he was doing.

“You really seemed to be happy back in Blue Acre, weren’t you Your Majesty.” Jaesang questioned, receiving a small nod from the prince. “I failed to notice during our times at Blue Acre that someone has caught your eye, I guess I’m not that great of an uncle I suppose.” Jaesang chuckled to lightened the mood, but when he eyed Jisung he saw how distressed he looked and how confused he must be at him bringing this all up.

“Jisung, don’t you think it’d be smart to ensure that this notebook is somewhere secured? It’d be a shame if someone would find out about all this personal information. Jisung let out a hum in agreement and tightened his eyes shut as he moved in pain, trying to get comfortable somehow.

“I’ll come back with your meal after I fly Felix out.”

Jaesang had grabbed Felix by the arm with his free hand as they moved out of the bedroom into the wide hallways of the castle. “I know Y/n is working right now on the wedding-“ “I’m sorry, what?” Felix stammered in confusion. “I’m well aware that you know or at least have a gut feeling what’s going on between His Majesty and your friend, Y/n. I also know that you’re well aware that Jisung doesn’t need extra sunlight.” “Then why am I here?” Felix asked carefully.

Jaesang brought the book to the sun-fairy’s face that he had been holding onto. “What…” “I need you to give this to Y/n. I don’t know what happened between Y/n and Jisung exactly, he never wrote that down, but I need her to read this.” Jaesang muttered. “Is Jisung okay with this?” Felix worried. “Probably not, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Not much more can be added to the state he already is in currently.” Felix winces at Jaesang’s harsh words, knowing he was probably right before he took the notebook from his hands.

“Is there no option for Jisung to give this to Y/n himself?” Felix asked in an angry matter. Deep inside he was angry at the prince for not fighting for his friend that deserved all the love in the world. He wished Jisung had done that, but at his current state he was pretty sure what the answer would be from Jaesang.

“His Majesty isn’t even able to sit up straight or to eat without assistance. I don’t think he’s able to face this hardship. Would you please do this for me?”

Felix nodded and bowed with courtesy, before leaving.

Jaesang rushed with food from the kitchen back to Jisung’s bedroom where he found the prince onto his feet, somehow. Jisung was caught hunched over his dresser, holding onto it for dear life as his weakened body tried to hold itself together. Jaesang hurried over to the prince in time as he caught Jisung’s limp body in his arms. “I know she’s working on the wedding.” Jisung mutters into his uncle’s bicep that he was gripping in order to not fall.

“I want to see her…” He cried out softly. “I miss her.” He added.

Jaesang had gotten a glimpse of her when he had made his way to the kitchen to retrieve Jisung’s meal. She looked weak and by the looks of her not flying gave her wellbeing away. Jaesang wished there was an easy outcome for the two so that they wouldn’t suffer any longer. He looked down at Jisung who was smiling madly, he was slowly losing it. The smile soon turned into soft sobs, whilst his legs weren’t able to hold his weight any longer.

“I’m sorry Your Majesty.”

“Lix?” Y/n called as she walked through the door.

She had expected Felix to wait for her at the palace since they went there together. With an exhausted look spread onto her face she eyed her best friend sitting on her couch, staring at an unknown book laid in his hands.

“I thought we were going home together.” She said repeating her thoughts. “Felix?” She called out to get her friend’s attention. Instead of answering her, he held the book with his outstretched hand for her to grab.

“What’s this?” Y/n questioned as she inspected the cover of the book, searching for any trace of familiarity. “I saw Jisung today-“ “Felix, please. We’ve talked about this.” She sighed, placing the book on a shelve behind her to walk away from the confrontation. “His advisor has given me this book and you need to read it.” Felix urged. “Felix we can’t just-“ “Y/n! Just read the fucking book!” Y/n startled at her friend’s loud voice. Felix noticed her frozen state and sighed to himself in disappointed. “I’m sorry.” He whispered to her as he rubbed her arms in comfort, tears threatening to spill from her eyes any second from now. “I know you don’t want to know anything that has to do with Jisung and even though I don’t want to see you hurt. Please read the book. It’s none of my business, so don’t ask me to read it out for you.” “Felix…” she whined, not ready for any form of confrontation.

Before she could argue against her best friend’s urge, he had already left the room. Y/n took a deep breath and set down as her shaking hands held the notebook. She didn’t know what to expect and scanned the pages rather quick, too scared to find out what the content within the book held.

‘…she hasn’t noticed my colour fade. That’s good I suppose.’ The sentence caught her eye and she checked the date out of curiosity. The day it was written dated back six months from now. Her teary eyes scanned the page as she read the words he wrote.

‘…I know I should tell her, but I don’t know how.’ ‘…she makes me feel such an overwhelmingly kind of warmth whenever I’m with her! I think I finally found a place to call home…’

Endearing words kept appearing, but the more pages she turned, the harsher his words were getting. ‘Stop fucking up.’ ‘You’re going to ruin everything.’ ‘Why can’t you just tell her you love her, you fucking dastard.’

“He really…” She whispered out on shock. With hurry she turned more pages, only to find more pleads Jisung had written to himself to confess his love. ‘…I love her so much it hurts. Why can’t it be her? Why can’t it be Y/n? Why can’t I just love her?’

Her heart ached at the painfully written words. She loves him, she was certain of her feelings. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed her as she remembered doubting him in his feelings and for pushing him harshly aside. Remembering the heart-breaking sight of Jisung finally confessing his love to her, only for her to take the words and throw them to the side not even seconds later.

Y/n’s head started spinning and her muscles weakening, letting the notebook slip out of her grip. Soon her body hits the wooden floor and a worried Felix re-entered the room. He cupped her face into his hands, crying out at her unconscious body, pleading for her to wake up. Y/n’s skin colour had faded drastically and Felix knew he had to take urgent measurements.

When he couldn’t get her to wake up he snaked his arms around her body and carried her close to his chest, whilst he hurried his way to the only place and fairy he thought that could help: Jaesang.

Felix had pleaded to the guards to let him through, still holding his best friend protectively to his chest. Jaesang had hurried outside and ordered the guards in anger to let him through, looking at the hopeless fairy who was holding an unconscious body. After being brought to a free room in the palace Y/n was treated by the royal medical team. Felix waited for the medical fairies to wake his friend as Jaesang sat by his side.

“I assume she has read his notebook?” Jaesang asked the shaken figure next to him. “I think she did, I think I remember seeing it on the floor before I hurried here.” Felix sighs. “I had no idea it would’ve had such an impact on her, otherwise I-“ “No, you had the best intentions and I think this had to happen eventually. She’s been pale for such a long time and she’s far to weak to even be able to fly! She walked home this afternoon, after she was done working in the palace.” He exclaimed worriedly.

Before they could continue with their conversation, the two were called in to see Y/n who had fortunately gained consciousness again.

Y/n groaned as the air was knocked out of her lungs when Felix threw himself into her arms. “Y/n my dear, we haven’t met properly yet. But I’ve heard nothing but great things about you.” Jaesang started carefully as he sat on the side of the bed. “I won’t overload you with information as you only just now have regained consciousness, but there is something I really need you to know.” Y/n kept quite as her tired eyes looked at him, waiting for him to continue. “You’ve made Jisung’s life so much brighter. You’ve planted a seed, nurtured it and let it grow for it to blossom into something beautiful. He really does love you my dear. He truly does. If he could wish for anything right now he wished to be with you. I know it might sound hard to believe, but he loves you so much. He loves you so deeply that he’s been ill these past months. He has been trying to hide it, but everyone in the palace knows that he truly does not want to marry the princess. He really doesn’t Y/n.”

Y/n had tears streaming down her face as she listened to Jaesang. “I love him too.” She cried in a whisper, hugging Felix who hadn’t left her side. “I know you do my dear and I feel terribly sorry that you were in this position where you had to participate in arranging a wedding that was meant for him and someone else.” Jaesang added.

“She’s so lovely though.” Y/n sniffed. “I wonder how he could not love her, she seems to be amazing.” She added. “I’ll tell you another secret my dear, our beloved princess also has another she wishes to be with. The princess and Jisung were both put into this arranged marriage without choice. It truly is a shame.” Y/n felt somewhat relieved that the princess didn’t fall in love with Jisung, she knew she wouldn’t stand a chance against actual royalty.

Jaesang continued to comfort Y/n and started to tell stories about Jisung and the times Jaesang had caught the young prince daydreaming about the flower fairy. “…there was also this time where the entire day he had been absent minded, wanted to be locked inside of his room. My first suspicions were that he had gotten into a fight with his brother for the umpteenth time. Yet it turns out to be the case where Jisung had been sat onto his bed all day, staring at a painting he had received the other day.” Jaesang said with a grin on his face, whilst eyeing the flower fairy who hid her face shyly, knowing exactly what painting he was talking about.

“He-“ “Jaesang!” All the attention shifted from the conversation to the guard who had burst into the room. “Prince Jisung is nowhere to be found!” He panted.

In the time Jaesang was comforting Y/n and Felix about the situation. Jisung had heard a colourless flower fairy was brought into the palace for urgent medical care. A boost of adrenaline had brought strength to Jisung’s body as he rushed out of his room, where he had spend the past week laying weakly in his bed.

He had ran outside, to his surprise without anyone noticing. He was still feeling quite delirious, yet eager to find her. Jaesang, Felix and many palace guards were out to search for Jisung. Jisung had found himself on an unknown part of the palace. His head was spinning and the adrenaline had been fading, his knees buckled weakly before he fell down onto them.

“Sungie?” A weak voice caused him to look up. He had doubted his mind just now, thinking he must’ve gone mad, that she couldn’t be here at the palace. Yet, here she was standing in front of him.

“Y/n-“ He shrieked in fear when he watched her drop to his knees in a similar way he did just now. He crawled to her figure that was trying to hold herself up. Sitting in front of her he placed her head on his thighs. Jisung cupped her face with one of his hands and caressed her cheek with his thumb.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered to her whilst brushing her hair with his hands. “Felix brought me here, I passed out he said.” She admitted. “I mean this in the best way possible petal, but you look horrible.” Jisung murmured as he inspected her features. The Y/n he knew had bright shining eyes and her being emitted light. “Thanks Sungie.” She chuckled softly.

She had turned her body so that she was now looking up at him. He had been looking down at her with endearing eyes, he had missed her so much. “I love you Y/n.” The words made her heart flutter, hearing the three words finally come out of his mouth. “I love you so much and I loathe the fact that I can’t just be with you. I would trade the world to be with you. I would rather wear a crown made out of flowers than one that contains the realm’s most precious diamonds. I would turn my life upside down if that means I get to be with you. If that could make me love you like you’ve deserved all this time.”

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You'll never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away”

She sang in a weak voice.

The sun was slowly setting as the last golden rays of sunshine hit their faces. Jisung had shifted his position and laid down next to her. His hand still cupping her face as she rested her head on his chest. Jisung pressed a soft kiss into her hair as he held her tighter to his body. She blushes as she looked up from him and he took this as a chance to cup her face again and press his lips onto hers. He moved slightly so that he was hovering above her whilst holding her body as close as possible to his. She moved her lips in sync with his as she grabbed his collar, ran her hands through his hair and embraced him lovingly.

The pair was out of breath, lips plump and sore from kissing and their eyes never leaving the other’s. “I promise you that I will do everything in my power to be with you.” “Sungie…” “Don’t try to change my mind petal, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We might be young and this might sound a little hasted, but I’m so sure. I’m so certain about you and my feelings that have grown because of you, for you.” She pulled him down to hide her flustered state.

“I love you Sungie.”  She murmurs into the crook of his neck. “I love you too petal.”  

“Do you understand in how much trouble you have to be in for me to actually travel all the way here to beat your fucking ass?” The Blue Acre king yelled at his younger brother as soon as they locked eyes.

Y/n squealed in surprise by the booming voice that had filled the throne room, where she, Jisung and the royal family were seated. Jisung instinctively grabbed her hand and soothed her with his touch.

“Jisung you’re coming with me, this is none of their business.” The other king didn’t even spare the royal family a glance as he had already made his way out of the door. Waiting outside for the young prince he started a familiar shouting match with his brother.

Palace guards were ordered to leave the scene as the two brothers continued to nag each other’s head off. “Why can’t you just do your fucking job as a prince? Are you that incapable?” “Maybe I fucking am and maybe that’s why I step down from my title!” Jisung shouted back, shocking his brother. “You… what?”

“Listen, if I have to marry a princess only because I am a prince, then I don’t want this title anymore-“ “Then what do you think you will be doing? Where do you think you’ll be living?” The king taunted him. “It doesn’t matter where I’d be. I would rather stray on the streets, living the best days of my life. Instead of being locked in a palace like I’ve been for the past decade, being miserable by mostly you and your absentness. I’ve told you before how you’ve been acting every since mom and dad’s death, I don’t think I have to repeat that.”

The king kept quiet, with crossed arms he glared at his younger brother speechlessly. “I know you want me to do all these things to be a good royal, but we both know that I’m not. I want to see more of the realm and meet new people. I know mom and dad have worked hard to give us the best life they could, but I’m not meant to be a prince. You and I both know that. My dear brother, I will be officially stepping down form my title. I am not marrying the princess and I will love Y/n even if it’s the last thing I’ll do, I know mom and dad would’ve wanted me to. I hope one day we can reconcile.” Jisung said to his brother before walking away.

One day they would come to terms, but Jisung knew this would be the best choice. He had always dreamt of living a simple life and falling in love with someone naturally. He saw Y/n zoned out in the hallway, where she was waiting for him. Ever since the first kiss they shared the two had regained their colours and strength through time. They thought that their bodies would be bursting with an adrenaline-like rush, equivalent to the heart-wrenching love stories they read in books.

The non-prince smiled to himself at the sight of her. It felt as if a burden had fallen off his shoulders and took a deep breath before he flung himself onto her. Another surprised squeal left Y/n’s throat as she was pulled into an embrace. “Did you talk it out with you brother?” She asked carefully. He turned her around and shook his head ‘no’ with a bright smile on his face, causing her to give him a confused look. “I’m not marrying the princess.” He states with a smile. “What? But how?” She exclaimed, trying to hide her excitement. “I’m stepping down from my title.” He dumps the information on her as if it’s nothing.

“Jisung, what?” She gasped, absolutely not expecting that answer for him. “Before you’re going to argue with me petal, I have to tell you this. I’m a horrible prince. Not in a bad sense, but I’m not fit for this life. I want to live a simple life and fall in love naturally and be with that person without any restrictions. I’ve been wanting to step down form my title for the longest time and me wanting to be with you gave me the strength and the certainty to make that choice! I came to realisation that I truly am not meant for this lifestyle. Besides, I love you and I want to be with you. I told you, even if I have to turn my life upside down to be with you, I would do it. Petal, I did it.”

“So, you’re telling me you’re throwing your royal life away to be with me?” She mumbles loud enough for him to hear. “Is that all you got out of that story?” He whines whilst laughing. “I’m sorry Sungie, this is all just so surreal.” “I’m sorry too petal, I’ve caused you a lot of pain these past months. But I have all the time of the world now, let me make it up to you. I promise you won’t regret it.” The youngster smirked. “Fine, but only because I love you.” “I love you too petal.” He whispered before kissing her softly.

Before they knew it, they were attending a wedding.

Not Jisung’s, but the princess’ and Hyunjin’s wedding.

“From this day forward, the law of mixed ranks relationships will be changed. We have chosen to trust out citizen. We shall speak further about the changes later, but that will take place after the wedding.” The princess announced before she focused her attention to her almost-husband. The citizen were already cheering and they hadn’t even said their ‘I dos’ yet.

But when they did and shared their first kiss as a married couple, they could feel the joyful energy coming from the cheering citizen. The princess had her arms wrapped around Hyunjin’s next, as he pulled her closer with his hands that rested on her waist.

Jisung and Y/n were seated next to each other, proud to be the couple’s bridal party.

A party unfolds within the kingdom, the newlyweds busy dancing and partying with their loved ones around them. Y/n was receiving compliments from left to right about her floral arrangements. Jisung was watching her proudly from the side-line, waiting for the right moment to steal her away from the crowd.

He took a deep breath and turned to his side to see the newlyweds shoot him a couple of thumbs up, making Jisung exhale in hopes to calm himself down. He made his way to Y/n, fingers fiddling anxiously.

“Ladies, may I steal my beloved petal for a moment?” Jisung smiles as he had wrapped his arm around her waist. “Oh! What a sweet fairy you are, of course you may. You must’ve been dying to talk to her, we’ve been chatting for ages about her masterpieces.” The aunty sings, causing Y/n to hide her shy state in Jisung’s chest. “She can’t take compliments all too well, I’ll take care of her.” Jisung teases, before he greeted the aunties goodbye.

“Better?” Jisung presses a kiss on the side of her head, as they sat on the wall of the kingdom’s border. He knew that social events could be overwhelming for her, he shared the same feelings. So, stealing her away to a quieter place was the perfect moment to carry out his plan.

“Petal?” He sings out softly. “Yes Sungie?” She looked up from his shoulder where she was resting her head on. “I have something for you.” He states as he stands up. Before she could ask her eyes filled with happy tears as he knelt down on one knee. He held a ring in one hand as the other wiped away the tears that were streaming down her face. “Sungie…” She whines whilst continuing to cry.

“May I do my say petal? I’ve prepared a whole speech, but not going to lie. I’m shaking in my boots, because I’m so nervous. Yet, here goes nothing.” He ranted apprehensively.

“My beloved petal, even though we met by coincidence. I truly believe that we are made for each other. I want you to know how deeply I cherish you. I’ve never met a person so interesting, loving and caring as you. You made me feel safe and at home. I fell so hard for you it scared me, but I am so certain of my love for you I would love to spend the rest of our lives together. Even if this may all seems to be going too fast, I’ve already stepped down from my title and I am down on one knee right here, right now. So, my beloved petal. Would you make me the happiest fairy and become my wife?” He asked as she was nodding her head ecstatically.

“Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!” She cries out, tackling him in a hug. Jisung yelped by the ticklish feeling that came form the kissing Y/n was peppering onto his face. They both sat up as Jisung slid the ring onto her finger. The pair locked eyes and looked at each other lovingly.

Jisung had cupped both sides of her face as he leaned in for a kiss. Both of their bodies were filled with a warm comforting feeling, it was almost overwhelming. They felt their skins glow as a soft rumbling around them erupted. They both pulled away to see flowers rise from the ground at high speed.

White carnations surrounded them, on the inside and on the outside of the kingdom’s wall. “Pure love.” Y/n whispered in wonder. “What was that my love?” Jisung asked. “White carnations, they represent pure love.” She mutters shyly, realising the flowers bloomed because of them. “Aw, you love me that much petal? Couldn’t you wait until the wedding to grow the flowers?” Jisung teases. He yelped soon enough when he got jabbed in the side by her, before being hugged right after.

“When did you even plan all of this?” Y/n asks in awe as she admired the ring that fitted perfectly. “During the time where I was moving all my stuff from my home to here, I brought this ring along. My brother had no obligation with me taking it and giving it to you, as it is our mother’s ring.” He started.

“Jisung! I… I can’t take this-“ “Please, petal. It belongs to you now. It suits you. Besides, I feel like my mother would’ve loved for you to have this.” He admits whilst admiring her. “And to continue telling you how I planned this. All I have to say is, I need to thank Jaesang and the newlyweds. I was terribly nervous!” He cried out. “Why? Did you really think I was going to say no to your cute face?” She giggled. “No… I was sure I was going to mess this all up.” He chuckled, his cheeks turning the colour of a red rose.

“I can’t wait to start a life with you. A normal, simple life with just you and me.” Jisung’s imagination was running wild. They would build a home together, filled with flowers and plants. He was certain to be able to wake up next to her every day. Her face being the first thing he starts his day with and the last thing he would see before he goes to sleep. He couldn’t wait for that life to begin.

“Will you make that dream I longed so long for come to life with me?” He asks. “Only if you will live in my green house.” She giggles jokingly. “You know I would do anything for you petal.” He smirks as he leans in for a kiss, which she warmly accepted.

Their lives have only just begun and with the love the two have for each other, they just knew it would be like a dream.

A dream come true.

And so, they lived happily ever after.

The end.

Gif doesn’t belong to me.

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[bulek-tante-bibi-baba-paklek]

If skz member has a magic shop in fantasy AU they would sell (headcannons)

Note : I write this at midnight I supposed to sleep or study for exam

Maybe I will consider making some stories, idk, if I could, I try. Let me know your suggestion.

Bang Chan

Transmission Mirror

(something from Snow White tale and Castlevania Netflix series )

Lee Know

Edible Potion (not perfume etc)

Changbin

Invisible Armor / Lucky Charm

Hyunjin

Reliable / Sentient Art Tool, Equipment, and Instrument

Han Jisung

Dimentional Space in Pocket / Bag / Luggage/Hat/Container

Lee Felix

Fairy Dust (multifunctional/applicable)

Kim Seungmin

Accessories (customable, more into functional decoration), including rope / chain for walking with your fish, dragon saddle, plushie/doll

Jeongin / I.N.

Gears for concentration, complete silence, sense block, improve awareness and sensitivity (like eyewear, earwear, waterproof nose clip, masks, handwear, footwear) for sport, working, studying, or traveling / adventuring (customable)

[sadsykastuff]

Spider man, friendly neighborhood

"spider-man, spider-man, does whatever a spider can, spins a web any size catches thieves just like flies, look out! here comes the spider-man is he strong? listen up, he's got radioactive blood"

Testando coisas estranhas... Saiu isso.

[sibbydoo]

So...Seo Changbin, but make him a god of the Underworld?

[whippedforhendery-blog]

Changbin as a Vastillion Ghost (from a book I’m writing)

[faerybin]

「Han Jisung」 ♧

So here you'll find all of my favorite Jisung fanfics that you should read! Hope you will enjoy and let me know if one of the links doesn't work!

DRABBLES *⁠.⁠✧

Mornings with Jisung ✨ by @yxngbxkkie ↴

[0.4k] — fluff

Now everyone’s going to know you’re mine by @hwangyeonjun ↴

[0.5k] — smut

Beside you by @pepsiconcoction ↴

[0.6k] — angst with happy ending

Neck kisses by @cookiewrites ↴

[1.9k] — established relationship, smut, fluff

A pinch of the jeekies by @softukiyos ↴

[2.7k] — fluff

ONESHOTS *⁠.⁠✧

Hentai by @comet-falls ↴ ♡

[2.3k] — smut, established relationship

9 Months in the making by @straykeedz ↴

[2.8k] — smut, fluff, established relationship

Deserving by @chvnnie ↴

[3k] — smut, kinda enemies to lovers to kinda friends to lovers (?)

Yeah, I hate you too by @byeoltoyuki ↴ ♧

[3k+] — smut, enemies with benefits to lovers, fluff

Angels by @comet-falls ↴

[3.4k] — smut, established relationship

Sweater weather by @cinhomi ↴

[4.8k] — fluff, smut, friends to lovers

Otherworldly by @ppiri-bahng ↴ ♡

[5.8k] — alien!jisung, established relationship, smut, fluff

My favorite person by @jeonginsleftcheek ↴ ♧ ♡

[6.7k] — fluff, smut, neighbors/(fake) enemies to lovers

On my mind by @staytheword ↴

[8.6k] — roommates to lovers, smut

Rough waters by @kwanisms ↴ ♡

[10k] — fluff, smut, s2l, merman au, samebito au

Strawberry Chapstick by @mintquokka ↴

[10.6k] — bff2l, 90s romcom au, angst, fluff

Bloom by @blossom-hwa ↴

[11k] — fluff, angst, nature spirit!au

Lights, camera, action! by @formidxble ↴

The boyfriend plan by @rachasticks (@violixs) ↴

[13.1k] — smut, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, camgirl!au, best friends to lovers

In bloom by @godslino ↴ ♧

[13.2k] — childhood friends au, angst, fluff, songwriter!jisung, florist!reader

[13.5k] — fake dating!au, fluff, angst

Awaken by @crispy-chan ↴

[14.5k] — strangers to friends to lovers, ghost!au, angst, fluff

Watch your six by @dreaming-medium ↴

[14.8k] — violence, smut, kinktober

Enemies to lovers by @taelme ↴

[18k] — enemies-to-lovers!au, college!au, roommate!au, tattoo apprentice!jisung, fluff, a bit of angst

Heart drive by @jeonginify ↴

[24k] — fluff, slight angst, fake dating au

Heart attack! by @peaches-writes ↴

[25.1k] — fluff, fantasy, rivals to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au, witch/wizard au (sugar sugar rune-inspired), royal au, college au

The bet by @chvnnie ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Rules

[19.6k] Two-shot — smut, college au, established relationship, feat. Hyunjin

Bad intentions by @hyunniesgirl ↴ ♧

⇉ Part 2

[21.6k] Two-shot — nerd!jisung x popular!reader, fluff, angst, smut

Drivers license! by @linothinker ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Drivers license, the second chance!

[31.1k] Two-shot — fluff, angst, celebrity rapper!jisung, ex’s au

SERIES *⁠.⁠✧

Leave me loving you by @staytheword ↴

[3/3] [25.1k] [Completed] — rock band au, angst, smut

Kinktuary 17 by @kwanisms ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Truth comes out

Part 3 ⇉ Start of Something New

[3/3] [34.9k] [Completed] — kinktuary, smut, angst, fluff

It's a bad idea, right ? by @/cosmic-railwayxo ↴ ♡

⇉Part 2

⇉Part 3

⇉Part 4

[4/4] [45k] [Completed] — college!au, brother's best friend & 3racha Jisung, childhood friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Young god by @maatryoshkaa ↴ ♡

[16/16] [87.5k] [Completed] — strangers to lovers, college au, thriller, angst, fluff, romance

Sea may rise, sky may fall by @skzms ↴

[11/11] [108k] [Completed] — smut, angst, pirate!au, feat. Minho

New fanfics ♧

Personal favorites ♡

Last updated : 07/12/2024

[glamrockpop-cb]

Tease Tuesday

Matt: daddy I bought something 👉🏻👈🏻

Jay: I keep writing the texts but it's not worth it anymore..

Ren: this will tease one specific person, I look so pretty pregnant with our baby daddy.

Jihoon: I hope you like it sir

Jin: I stole his hoodie and now I look sexy

Bin: shopping till I drop to give you a fashion show later 😉

Tags: @wonderland-ace @cave-of-demons (💜) @ateezmansion (💓) @your-au-boys (💚) @k-half-blood @flowerprincefelix-cb (💚🧡) @ateezmystery (🧡) @yourocboys (💙) @descendants-of-the-shadow-cb (❤) @gashaponlixie-cb @radiotaehwan @moongods-txtwonho @hyunjins--laugh @dawne-sharlotte @nameisnotok @tor-moonbin @jihan-oc @frathouse-cb @fantasy-teez @blackdragons-cb @incubus-san @yourxsungie @storybook-nct @nana-n-nono @taehyung-bot @model-lucy @hybrid-babies @supernatural-shinee @ceo-3racha @demon-songkang @bangchanenthusiast @urderes @alphacb97 @fate-bot @kim-theo-oc

[kflixnet]

KFLIXNET is happy to present the compiled list of our recommendations sent in by you guys for our seasonal theme: top picks of the year. Below is each fic sent in by our lovely members and fellow writers. Thank you to all for delivering art and appreciating each other’s efforts.

Check out the amazing works sent in down below!

𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙:

read warnings thoroughly! | corpsehands | 4.4k | @bikerjongho ↳ atz wooyoung | fantasy

santiago | @bikerjongho ↳ atz san | 6.9k | humor

set the bar | @bikerjongho ↳ atz jongho | 2.6k | romance

mdni! | mists of celeste | @hongism ↳ atz | series | angst + smut + fluff

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍:

baefy for a week | @wonzone ↳ en- jungwon | smau | fluff + crack + angst + slow burn

blue birthday | @amakumos ↳ en- jungwon | 10.2k | angst + fluff

death valley | @soobisms ↳ en- jay | 19.5k | action + romance + fluff + humor

every story | @decembermoonskz ↳ en- heeseung | 21.8k | fluff + angst

stupid cupid! | @yeongwonie ↳ en- sunghoon | smau | slow burn + romance + angst

triage | @maiverie ↳ en- heeseung | series | fluff + rom-com

14 steps to a better you | @orpheyeux ↳ en- jake | 40.1k | angst

20 days before heaven | @nyanggk ↳ en- heeseung | 15k+ | romance + angst + supernatural

mdni! | cherry | @fallinforgyu ↳ en- heeseung | series | fluff + 80s au + smut + angst

mdni! | carmesí | @forjongseong ↳ en- jay | series | fluff + smut

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑:

As Long As I Have You | @btxtreads ↳ txt beomgyu | smau | angst + royalty + fluff + romance

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍:

scored | @leejungchans ↳ svt dino | 12.4k | fluff + humor

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒:

i love you with all the flowers bloom in spring | @starlostseungmin ↳ skz felix | 1.8k | angst + fluff + 90s au

loveless | @xiaotingluvs ↳ skz 00line | series | angst + romance

mdni! | appease | @etherealinowrites  ↳ skz 3racha | series | SMUT

mdni! | gold rush | @hyuneater ↳ skz bang chan | 10.6k | angst + fluff + smut

mdni! | sharp edges | @straywrds ↳ skz hyunjin | series | romance + smut + slow burn

mdni! | star lost with you | @hyunjinspark ↳ skz hyunjin | series | angst + smut + fluff + romance

[the-princes-of-the-damned]

Introductions 2/3

Name: Armand or Amadeo

Age: 21 physically 542 turned

Powers: telepathy, shadow walking and mind control

Maker: Marius de Romanus

Hair: dark auburn

Eyes: deep brown

Title: Botticelli Angel 

Speaks like this or signs off with 🍷

Tags: @wonderland-ace @cave-of-demons @ateezmansion @your-au-boys @uricons @shangrixxla @flowerprincefelix-cb @omegateez @flowerboys-svt @radiotaehwan @moongods-txtwonho @dark-princes @hyunjins--laugh @dawne-sharlotte @nameisnotok @fantasyascending @cherryteez @dad-moonbin @jihan-oc @frathouse-cb @fantasy-teez @blackdragons-cb @killers-cb @secretagents-cb @incubus-san @yourxsungie @sweettooth-cb @storybook-nct @nana-n-nono @taehyung-bot @model-lucy @college-f4 @hybrid-babies @supernatural-shinee @ceo-3racha @pick-a-hwa @demon-songkang @bangchanenthusiast @urderes @frathouse-cb @alphacb97 @loserxbotz @bimbobyunbh @fate-bot @vampprince-enha