#IC : 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 .

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“𝘏𝘰𝘸’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦?”𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

“𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭-𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸,”𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦.

Park Seong Hwa💖(part 3) - part 2.

You woke up in your room, the sunlight passing through the curtains, making everything too shiny. You whine a bit, but eventually get up, trying to remember how you ended up….here? Cause, the last time you were in a mansion, a guy trying to bite you, and Seong Hwa catching you and Seong Hwa growling, and Seong Hwa-wait, Seong Hwa? What was he doing there? You push the covers off of you and search up for your phone, dial long up his number.

“𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸-”

“Cut the shit, Hwa; we need to talk.”

You could hear him sigh, knowing that he was busted.

“𝘐-”

“Meet me at the cafe we used to go, before you started ignoring me,” you say, and before he could interrupt you, “and don’t you dare ditch me, Hwa. Please,”you say.

“𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵, 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

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“Hey,”he greets you, while you’re simply staring at the iced coffee as if it’s the most interesting thing in the whole world.

“Are you-”

“Who are you really?”

He looked taken aback by your sudden aggressive and persuasive tone. He was already accustomed to the persuasive one, but you seemed angry.

“I, um,”he stutters, letting out a sigh if defeat, “I am Prince Seong Hwa, actually now more like King Seong Hwa, son of King Park Seo Joon and Queen Min Hee.”

“They were the ruling family of Vampires,”you say, making him hum, “that means, you’re a-“

“Yeah. Vampire.”

Shock would be an understatement. That made sense because you knew Hwa since six years, and he never seemed to age a day. His skin wasn’t pale like they showed in Twilight, but it was honey skinned and made him look beautiful. And-

“No wonder you hate Twilight,”you said, making him chuckle. He looked at you and smiled, making you smile back.

“Why did you feel the need to hide it from me, Hwa?”

“Because, I didn’t want you to get hurt, but-”

“Clearly that happened,”you scoffed, making him sigh.

“That was San,”he mumbles, making you look up at him, “he’s one of the guys I turned, because he wanted to see his family live till they died.”

“That’s painful,”you whisper, making him nod his head in agreement.

“It is,”he says, sipping on the iced tea he ordered.

“I don’t know what to say, you know,”you say, making him look at you.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you distance yourself from me?”

“Because,”he mumbles, twiddling with his fingers, “I…can’t say it.”

“Why?”

“It’s seriously nothing, you know,”he says, sipping on his iced tea, “it doesn’t matter.”

“Hwa,”you say, making him look at you, “if it’s about you, everything matters.”

“Then,”he says, leaning forwards such that your nose were barely touching, “what if I said that I’m in love with you from the time we’ve been friends, and even more?”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Your best friend loved you back!?!

“You love me back?”you say, looking at him.

“Yeah, I-wait, what do you mean by back? You-”

“Yes Park Seong Hwa, I’m in love with you since the last six years I’ve known you,”you say softly, the pads of your thumbs rubbing the soft skin of his knuckles. He sighs in contentment, as if he wanted and waited to hear that. He gets up from his seat and pulls a chair closer to your seat, wrapping you in a hug. You snuggle in his jacket, raising your head slowly to look at him. He caresses your cheekbones with his thumb, before leaning in and kisses you.

“I love you more.”

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“So,”you hear Hong Joong’s voice, peering down at you, “you and Hwa, huh?”

“Yeah,”you say, looking at your boyfriend, looking pretty with his newly grown hair, slurping soundly on the pouch of blood labelled as cranberry juice, making you snort.

“Hey Hwa,”you call him out, making him look at you with those adorable doe eyes.

“𝘏𝘰𝘸’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦?”𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

“𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭-𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸,”𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦.

You and Hong Joong laugh, making him slurp on it more soundly.

“So, you aren’t really freaked out by his revelation?”

“Not really,”you say, smiling at him, “I would have loved him nonetheless.”

“That’s great,”he says, making you smile, “he really loves you a lot, you know.”

“Maybe I don’t,”you say, looking at him, “but I want to know.”

Hong Joong smiles at you.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?”

“𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭,”𝘏𝘸𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳,”𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘸𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵.

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨,”𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺.”

“Seong Hwa comes over to you.

“I’ll pick you at eight,”he says, kissing your lips, making you scrunch your nose. Before you could speak, he beats you to it.

“You’ll have to get used to that a lot, sweetheart,”he says, winking.

“I’m coming if the only red drink I get is a glass of wine,”you say, making him laugh.

“Love you too, babe!”