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jisurary · 2 days ago

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This...this is how I exactly imagine it! This is sooo beautiful and adorable🥹🥹 You write it beautifully, honey😚 Imma put this in one of my favorites out of all time.

She smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. "But you’re also pretty amazing. And I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else, even if you are a little hopeless sometimes.

"He grinned against her lips, pulling her closer. "Hopelessly in love with you."

My real life reaction: 🥹<\3

THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT🥹🥹 (and glad you're having fun writing it!)

Idiot.

request-

Okay, it's actually inspired by 'something never changes' from frozen 👉👈 I imagined Hyunjin as Kristoff(😭) and he was pondering how to explain how in love he is with her(although they were together). Since it is a day before the kingdom's annual dinner, the reader is busy with the preparation and he always misses his chance to tell her. So, he talked to his puppy about that.

I'll leave the ending to you 🫢 You can change anything if you want 🕺. Have fun writing it!

requested by- @minniebbang

I had fun writing it!

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It had started bright and early in the dining hall, where she was overseeing the arrangement of the banquet tables. The grand space was alive with activity, sunlight streaming through tall windows, casting a golden glow on the polished floors. She was a vision of focus and determination, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows as she directed a team of servants to perfect the table settings. Every detail mattered to her, from the alignment of the silverware to the precise angle of the centerpiece flowers.

Hyunjin lingered in the doorway for a moment, the velvet box clutched in his sweaty palm. His heart was pounding against his ribs, not from fear, but from the sheer weight of anticipation. He had rehearsed this moment a hundred times—no, a thousand. The words were simple enough: "I know things are busy, but there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you. Will you marry me?" Simple. Straightforward. Foolproof.

At least, that was the plan.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the bustling room, his boots barely making a sound on the polished floor. "Hey," he said softly as he sidled up beside her, hoping to catch her in a rare quiet moment.

"Just a second," she replied, not looking up as she meticulously adjusted a napkin. Her brow furrowed slightly, her focus absolute.

Hyunjin waited patiently. And then, less patiently. He glanced around, fidgeting with the box in his hand, feeling the velvet grow damp from his nervous grip. The chatter of servants, the clinking of plates, and the rustle of fabric as they moved past him filled the room. He shifted from one foot to the other, running through his mental script one more time.

Finally, she turned to him, a tired but genuine smile softening her features. "Okay, what’s up?"

This was it. His moment. His opening.

But just as Hyunjin opened his mouth to speak, a deafening crash echoed through the hall. Both their heads snapped toward the sound. One of the servants had tripped, sending a tray of goblets tumbling to the ground. The sharp shatter of glass silenced the room for a heartbeat before chaos resumed.

"Oh no," she gasped, her eyes widening. Without hesitation, she darted toward the mess, her hands already motioning for others to help. "I’m so sorry, Hyunjin. Can we talk later?"

"But I—" His voice caught, the carefully rehearsed words slipping from his grasp like sand through fingers.

"I’ll find you, okay?" she called over her shoulder, her tone distracted but warm. She was already crouched beside the servant, murmuring reassurances and delegating the clean-up.

Hyunjin stood frozen, the ring box still burning a hole in his palm. Around him, the dining hall buzzed with activity, but he felt as though the air had been sucked from the room. His carefully planned moment, his foolproof proposal, had evaporated before it could even begin.

With a heavy sigh, he slipped the box back into his pocket, glancing at her one last time as she moved with her usual grace and command, entirely in her element. For now, he’d wait. He had to. But his chest tightened as a thought struck him—what if later never came?

Determined, Hyunjin tried again a few hours later in the kitchen.

"Hey," he said, leaning casually against the counter.

She glanced at him briefly. "Don’t touch anything."

"I wasn’t going to!" he protested.

"Good," she said, returning to her work.

He hesitated, then cleared his throat. "Listen, there’s something I’ve been meaning to—"

Before he could finish, Kkami, who had snuck into the kitchen unnoticed, leapt onto the counter and landed in a bowl of powdered sugar.

"Kkami!" she yelped, scooping up the now-white chihuahua.

Hyunjin grabbed a towel, his heart sinking as she wiped the dog clean. "I didn’t mean for that to happen—"

"It’s fine," she interrupted with a strained smile. "But maybe keep him out of the kitchen?"

"Yeah," he muttered as she handed him the sugar-dusted pup.

"And Hyunjin?" she added, already turning back to her cake. "We’ll talk later, okay?"

By mid-afternoon, Hyunjin was getting desperate. He caught her in the ballroom, where she was supervising the hanging of the velvet curtains.

"Princess!" he called, jogging over to her.

She turned, looking flustered but pleased to see him. "Hyunjin! What’s up?"

This was it. No interruptions. No disasters. Just him and her.

"I, uh, I’ve been wanting to ask you something," he said, stepping closer.

"Of course," she replied, giving him her full attention.

Hyunjin reached into his pocket for the ring. His heart raced. This was it. This was finally—

"HYUNJIN, NO!"

A worker’s shout startled him just as the ladder behind him wobbled precariously. Without thinking, Hyunjin lunged to catch it. Instead, the ladder caught him, knocking him over and sending a cascade of fabric down on top of both him and her.

When they emerged from the pile of curtains, her hair was sticking up in every direction, and Hyunjin looked like a ghost in velvet drapes.

"Are you okay?" she asked, biting back a laugh as she fixed her hair.

"I’m fine," he mumbled, pulling the fabric off himself.

She shook her head, smiling in that exasperated way she always did when he got into trouble. "We’ll talk later, alright?"

The next time Hyunjin saw her, she was in the study, surrounded by a mountain of papers. She was reviewing the guest list with the royal advisor, her brow furrowed as she debated seating arrangements. Hyunjin lingered near the doorway, clutching the ring box like a lifeline.

He waited until the advisor stepped out for a moment before he cleared his throat. "Hey, can we talk?"

She glanced up, her face softening. "Hyunjin, not now. The guest list is a mess, and if I don’t fix it, there’ll be nobles sitting next to people they hate."

"It’ll only take a minute," he urged, stepping closer. "I’ve been trying all day to—"

She held up a hand, cutting him off. "Hyunjin, I can’t. Not now."

His chest tightened. He hadn’t planned on blurting it out, but the words slipped past his lips anyway. "You’re more important than all of this."

She froze, her pen hovering over the parchment. Slowly, she turned to look at him, her expression unreadable.

"Are you saying I don’t care about what’s important?" she asked quietly.

Hyunjin’s stomach dropped. "What? No! That’s not what I—"

"Because if that’s what you think," she continued, her voice growing sharper, "then maybe you don’t understand how much pressure I’m under."

"Princess, please," he tried to explain, reaching for her hand, but she pulled away.

"I can’t deal with this right now," she said, shaking her head. "I have too much to do." She grabbed the guest list and walked past him, her shoulders tense with disappointment.

Hyunjin was left standing there, the ring box growing heavier in his pocket.

Desperate to make things right, Hyunjin found her later that evening in the ballroom, directing a team of workers as they adjusted the massive chandeliers.

He marched up to her, determined to clear the air. "Princess, we need to talk."

She barely glanced at him, her focus on the workers above. "Hyunjin, can it wait? The lighting is all wrong, and if we don’t fix it—"

"It can’t wait," he interrupted, stepping in front of her. "I need you to hear me out. Earlier, when I said you were more important—"

"I know, Hyunjin," she said, her tone clipped. "You think I’m putting all of this above you."

"No, that’s not it!" he exclaimed, his frustration boiling over. "You are important to me. You’re everything to me. I’m just terrible at explaining—"

Before he could finish, a loud clang echoed through the room as one of the workers accidentally dropped a wrench. She spun around, rushing to check on the commotion.

"Are you okay?" she called to the worker, her attention completely pulled away from Hyunjin.

He stood there helplessly, his heart sinking as she addressed the workers and began giving orders again. When she finally turned back to him, she looked tired and strained.

"Hyunjin, I can’t do this right now," she said softly, her voice tinged with disappointment. "We’ll talk later, okay?"

And once again, she walked away before he could explain.

By the time he caught up to her again, she was in the courtyard, overseeing the delivery of decorations. Hyunjin approached cautiously, unsure if he was walking into another disaster.

"Princess," he started hesitantly.

She turned to him, her exhaustion evident. "Hyunjin, what is it?"

"I just…" He faltered, struggling to find the right words. "I don’t want you to think I don’t understand how hard you’re working. I do. I just wish I could—"

"Wish what?" she interrupted, her tone sharper than intended. "That I wasn’t so busy? That I wasn’t—" She hesitated, frowning. "That I wasn’t me?"

"What? No!" he said quickly, alarmed.

"Because if that’s how you feel," she continued, crossing her arms, "then maybe we need to rethink this whole thing."

Hyunjin’s heart stopped. "Wait, what?! That’s not what I meant at all!"

But she was already shaking her head, her disappointment clear. "I don’t have time for this, Hyunjin. Not now."

And with that, she walked away again, leaving him standing in the courtyard, utterly defeated

…

Hyunjin sat slumped against a haystack in the stables, his golden hair glinting in the late afternoon sun. In his lap sat Kkami, a tiny chihuahua who looked far too smug for someone his size.

"Kkami," he sighed, tilting his head back dramatically. "I’m doomed. DOOMED."

Kkami, ever loyal but hopelessly unhelpful, barked once.

"I’ve been trying to propose to her all day!" Hyunjin groaned. "But every time, something goes wrong. It’s like the universe wants me to fail." He grabbed the puppy by its little front paws and held it up. "What am I doing wrong, huh? Is it me? Do I look like a guy who can’t propose properly?"

Kkami licked his nose in response.

"Great," Hyunjin muttered. "Even you think I’m hopeless."

"I swear, Kkami," Hyunjin sighed, letting his head fall back against the hay. "I’ve tried everything. She’s impossible to pin down today."

Kkami tilted his head, his big round eyes brimming with judgment.

Hyunjin pointed an accusing finger at him. "Don’t look at me like that. You wouldn’t do any better. You don’t even have words."

Kkami barked once, sharply.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. She’s busy." Hyunjin rubbed his face with his hands, groaning dramatically. "But does she have to be this busy?”

"I think she hates me."

Kkami barked in protest, wagging his tail.

"Okay, maybe not hates," Hyunjin conceded. "But she definitely thinks I’m an idiot."

The chihuahua tilted his head as if to say, And she’s wrong?

Hyunjin groaned, flopping onto his back. "I just wanted to ask her to marry me. How did it turn into this?"

Kkami huffed and nuzzled into his lap, as if to say, You’re pathetic, but I’m here for you.

"Thanks, buddy," Hyunjin muttered.

The door creaked open, and Hyunjin bolted upright, his heart racing. She stood there, her expression softer now, though the day’s stress still lingered in her eyes.

"Hyunjin," she said gently, stepping inside, "what’s going on?"

He blinked at her, then at Kkami, who barked as if to say, Go on.

Taking a deep breath, Hyunjin stood up and reached into his pocket. "There’s something I’ve been trying to ask you all day," he said, his voice steady despite his nerves. "And I keep messing it up, but I need you to know…"

He dropped to one knee, holding out the velvet box.

"Will you marry me?"

For a moment, she just stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a radiant smile.

"Hyunjin," she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes, "you’ve been driving me crazy all day. But yes. Yes, I’ll marry you."

And as she pulled him into a hug, Kkami barked triumphantly, as if he’d known all along how it would end.

The moment she said yes, the air seemed to shift. Hyunjin was still kneeling, holding the ring, his heart racing in disbelief. Her smile was soft, her cheeks flushed from both exhaustion and joy.

"You—" he stammered, blinking up at her. "You said yes?"

She laughed lightly, pulling him to his feet. "I said yes, you dork."

Hyunjin didn’t wait another second. He cupped her face in his hands, his forehead leaning against hers as if grounding himself in the moment. "You have no idea how badly I wanted this," he murmured.

"I think I have some idea," she teased, eyes sparkling.

He chuckled, his voice low and warm. "No, you don’t." And before she could respond, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was soft yet filled with every ounce of love he’d been bottling up. She melted into him, her arms winding around his neck, and for a moment, everything—the misunderstandings, the chaos, the busy day—faded away.

When they finally pulled apart, her nose brushed against his. "I think that was worth waiting for," she whispered, smiling.

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Only the beginning."

as the castle buzzed with the final preparations for the dinner, she found herself slipping into Hyunjin’s cozy little house near the stables.

"This is highly unorthodox for a princess," she said, her tone playful as she looked around. The house wasn’t big, but it was warm and inviting, with Hyunjin’s sketches pinned haphazardly to the walls and Kkami’s tiny bed tucked into the corner.

Hyunjin set down a kettle on the stove and turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, and staying here because your castle is ‘too noisy’ is perfectly normal?"

"Perfectly," she said with a dramatic flourish, kicking off her shoes and collapsing onto his bed. It was small, clearly meant for one person, but she didn’t seem to care.

Hyunjin stood there for a moment, watching her with a mix of amusement and awe. She looked so at home, lying there in his space, as if she belonged there.

"What?" she asked, catching his gaze.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head with a smile. "Just… I can’t believe this is real."

She patted the bed beside her. "Come here, Mr.Idiot”

They lay side by side in the tiny bed, her head resting on his chest as his arm wrapped securely around her. Kkami had hopped up at some point, curling up near their feet. The warmth of the moment made it feel like the world outside didn’t exist.

"So," she began, her voice soft, "about what happened today…."

Hyunjin groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Don’t remind me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more of an idiot in my life."

She laughed, poking his side. "Oh, you were definitely an idiot. But I’m listening."

He sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before starting. "Okay, first, the rose garden. When I said ‘things would’ve been better in a different situation,’ I meant if you weren’t so busy. Not—"

"Not a different person," she finished for him, her tone teasing.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, groaning again. "And then the guest list thing. I didn’t mean you were putting everything above me. I just wanted to say you shouldn’t overwork yourself."

She hummed thoughtfully, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. "You’re terrible at phrasing things."

"I know," he said, his voice sheepish. "And the ballroom? When you thought I meant you weren’t enough? That one hurt, Princess. You’re more than enough. You’re everything."

Her teasing expression softened at that, and she tilted her head up to look at him. "You’re really bad at communicating, you know that?"

"Trust me, I know," he muttered.

She smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. "But you’re also pretty amazing. And I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else, even if you are a little hopeless sometimes."

He grinned against her lips, pulling her closer. "Hopelessly in love with you."

She rolled her eyes, laughing as she settled back against him. "You’re lucky you’re cute."

Kkami barked softly in agreement, and they both laughed, the tension of the day melting away as they drifted off to sleep in the warmth of each other’s arms.

#finished #recommended #🥟#skz x frozen au

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