#ahn hyoseop x reader

[slytherinshua]

CUT THE CAKE

genre. fluff. father taemoo. warnings. reader is pregnant. gender reveal party. mention that reader and taemoo are married. pairing. kang taemoo x fem!reader. wc. 941. a/n. from anon, here.

You had never kept a secret from your husband before. He was way too good at figuring them out if you tried, and he would also bribe you with gifts until you finally spilled. It was hard to keep a secret from someone so handsome, and everytime you tried, you eventually felt guilty about it.

So, it was no surprise that he figured out you were pregnant before you could even tell him yourself. Maybe your cravings had been a little too weird to dismiss, but you had thought you were doing well hiding everything. That thought was destroyed when at breakfast, Taemoo had asked you with a completely straight face how far along you were.

You had really really wanted to surprise him. It was the start of your family with him, and a monumental moment in both of your lives. Since the pregnancy surprise went down the drain, you decided that you would go all out on the gender reveal. Taemoo deserved a surprise, and you knew he was eager to find out so he could start buying clothes and toys and all the other cute, completely unnecessary, and absurdly expensive baby things he could find.

The man had money to spend.

Your doctor had called you while you were relaxing on the couch next to your husband, catching up on morning cuddles before he had to leave for work. He knew it was the call to tell you the gender of the baby immediately. He tried hard to hear what the doctor was telling you until you had to lean away from him out of fear. As soon as you hung up, he had you back in his arms, though.

“So? Boy or girl?” He asked excitedly.

“As if I would tell you immediately.” You giggled, feeling somehow superior now that you knew something he didn’t. He gasped once he realised that you were completely serious in keeping it from him and were determined to not spill.

“Sweetheart, what if I made you buldok? I know you’ve been craving spicy foods. Would you tell me then?” He gave you a sweet smile, hugging you a little closer, eyes shining, begging you to give in. Bribery. It was always his first tactic.

“Hm… I don’t think that will be enough? I’ve already planned for a gender reveal party with the help of Sunghoon. I think you’d rather find out then.” You said teasingly.

“You think I would rather find out then? You mean you would rather tell me then.” He sighed, releasing you from his arms in a swift movement.

“Hey, hey-” You pushed yourself against his chest again, “Just because I won’t tell you doesn’t mean you can slack off on cuddle duty.” You mumbled, pulling his hands to wrap around you again. 

He smiled, “Alright. Just because my wife is so cute, hm?” You smiled up at him, leaning in to give a quick kiss to his lips. He sighed in content. There wasn’t any better way to start the morning than this.

//

You knew how cruel you were being to your husband. He reminded you of it daily with big pouts and pleading to at least give him a hint. You told him that he could wait two days for the party. That hardly stopped his attempts to get you to tell him, though.

Today was the day of the party, and Taemoo seemed to be in an especially happy mood because of it. He always liked to pamper you, but he was really outdoing himself this morning. He prepared a warm bath for you and made you a fancy breakfast (he never let the cooking skills go to waste), he even picked your outfit for you because he knew how often you stressed over how you looked.

Sunghoon had already made sure everything was set up by the time you and Taemoo arrived. A nice outdoor party, nothing too fancy, but still elegant and happy. You would let your husband cut a cake to find out the gender, since you thought it was a cute way to find out, plus all the guests could enjoy the cake afterwards.

“Are you ready to find out?” You asked him, pulling him to a secluded side of the garden, away from the prying guests who were eager to find out more about the new baby of Go Food’s CEO.

“I’ve been ready for weeks.” He pointed out, slipping his arms around your waist, hand resting on your little bump, just starting to show. Taemoo thought it was one of the cutest things on earth.

“The guests are also impatient. Go cut the cake.” You urged him with a laugh. 

After a quick and impromptu speech to the party guests, you handed Taemoo a cake knife and the guests clapped in anticipation. Taemoo was sure he had never been this nervous in his entire life. The knife glided through the layers of delicate frosting and soft crumb, carefully taking one piece out, the colour inside was pink.

Taemoo grinned at you, laughter soon creeping up on him from how happy he was. He was getting a baby girl— another princess in the house that he could pamper and spoil as much as he wanted. It was more than he could ever ask for.

He grabbed your wrist to pull you closer for a kiss, pouring so much love into it that it made your heart flutter. His hand held your waist gently, pulling you even closer to him, thanking you for being the best thing to ever happen to him. He loved you earnestly, and he would never stop.

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[amakumos]

plum blossom ― kim sunoo.

― synopsis: you had never wanted to become a royal consort in the palace, the duty being pushed upon to you by your father, forcing you to give up on your lifelong dream of becoming a painter. during one of your late night strolls around the palace, you meet kim sunoo, the newest painter at the royal painting bureau with undeniable talent. after spending more time with sunoo, you’re more sure than ever that you want to leave the palace and start a new life - preferably with him in it. ― genre: angst, fluff, historical romance ― pairing: painter! sunoo x fem royal consort!reader ― word count: 7.5k ― warnings: execution is mentioned a couple times. this story is fictional, and all characters, organisations and events are unrelated to historical events. ― author’s note: just a small detail to note, eunho (the king) has just been newly crowned. i’ve been obsessed with watching historical kdramas lately, which is why i’ve written this fic. please give me some more recs, i need more stuff to watch T_T lovers of the red sky is my current favourite… i literally love ahn hyoseop <3 also the ending was kinda rushed… ive got a lot of schoolwork n i just wanted to finish this lol.. anyways! enjoy <3

“Do you love me?”

You knew the answer to the king’s question - and it was no, but you wouldn’t dare say that out loud. You knew he favoured you the most out of all the royal consorts, because you were the only one who did not pine for his affection.

From a young age, you were already trained to become a royal consort, having the role pushed onto you by your father. It would bring your family honour, he told you. But you know that being related to the king’s most favoured royal consort would definitely bring more power to your family, leading your father to be able to have more say in the royal court.

But living in the palace to serve the king was not the life that you wanted to lead.

“Your majesty…” you trail off, unable to give an answer - and he only chuckles. “How many times have I told you? You can just call me Eunho,” the king says. You can’t help but feel like it’s impolite to call the man with the most power in the entire nation anything but ‘your majesty’. “I apologise. I feel like it’s impolite, your majesty.” you reply, and he only nods in understanding. “I see,” he muses, and you give him a small, weak smile.

“You still haven’t answered my question, though.

Your eyes flash with uncertainty, and you know Eunho catches the look in your eyes immediately. You don’t love him at all - how could you, when being forced to serve him led you to give up on your lifelong dream? You had to give up painting, the one and only thing that brought you joy during the endless hours of studying and training to be the perfect consort when you were young.

“That’s alright,” he says, and you nearly sigh out loud in relief. “But you will, someday.”

You almost scrunch your nose in disgust before you stop yourself.

“Hopefully so,” you lie through your teeth. You had vowed to yourself to feel not even an ounce of romantic attraction towards the king. With him saying words like this to you, it certainly made it easy. You knew the king had to be confident in his decisions - but when it came to you, you wish he wasn’t so confident.

“Well, I will leave now. Have a good rest, (Name).” Eunho gives you a small nod, and you return the gesture. “Rest well, your majesty.” you stand up, giving him a bow, before he disappears out of your quarters.

Your maid, Dayeon hears you sigh audibly, and she can’t help but chuckle. “No feelings for the king yet?” she asks, and you shake your head. “I would never, Dayeon. You know the reason why,” you reply - Dayeon had served you since you started training to become a royal consort. She comforted you when your father had demanded you to give up on painting, and focus on studying to be the king’s number one choice for a royal consort. She even sneaked in ink and paper for you on late nights after you finished studying so you could feel joy for just a moment while you painted.

“Would you like to head out now for your late night walk? I overheard from many others that the stars are particularly bright tonight,” Dayeon asks, and you nod. You cherished your late night walks - they allowed you to forget about all your duties you had during the day and feel comfort, even if it was only for a moment.

“You’re right, the stars are especially bright tonight,” you hum. You head towards the lake, and you can see the full moon in the water - it’s a beautiful sight, and you wished you had paper, ink and a brush so you could paint the view in front of you. “Doesn’t it look nice, Dayeon?” you ask. “Yes, it is quite beautiful, your highness.” Dayeon replies. You hear the clink of a brush lightly being put down on the porcelain dishes used to hold ink, which catches your attention.

You turn, and you see a boy sitting nearby on the ground, staring at the lake for a few seconds before he dips his brush into the ink. He looks around the same age as you, dressed in the uniform of the Royal Painter’s Bureau. You walk up to him, and he lets out a small gasp, surprised by your presence.

“Good evening.” he says, standing up to bow at you. You return the gesture, and give him a small smile. Now that you were face to face, you must say, he was quite attractive. His eyes seemed to sparkle, and the smile that he returned made your heart flutter just slightly.

“Good evening. May I ask you what you are painting?” you say, peering over at the sheet of paper placed in front of him. “Oh, I saw that the reflection of the full moon was able to be seen in the lake - it seemed quite beautiful, and I could not help but get out my brush and start painting.” he says, and you nod, a small satisfied smile spreading across your face.

“Your painting looks beautiful,” you compliment - and it really was. Many talented painters had drawn the moon in the reflection of the lake, but the boy’s painting was by far the most beautiful one you’d ever seen of it, and it wasn’t even finished. “It does? Why, thank you.” he replies.

“May I ask what your name is?” you ask, and the boy grins. “My name is Kim Sunoo. I just arrived here a couple days ago.” he says, and you smile. “Kim Sunoo… you are by far, one of the most talented painters I have ever seen.” you murmur, and you know Sunoo hears you, based on the wide grin that is plastered on his face.

“Thank you, Your Highness! I hope this isn’t impolite, but are you interested in painting as well?”

“Yes, I am,” you nod. “I used to paint often when I was a child. Although, I don’t get to paint much now, due to my duties in the palace.” Sunoo frowns upon hearing your last statement. “Why not? You could always paint after you’re done with them,” he says, and you chuckle - if only he knew how much you had to do daily.

“I don’t have much time to do things I enjoy doing,” you confess with a sad smile. Sunoo motions for you to sit down next to him, and you do. “You seem like you have some time now. Would you like to finish my painting for me then?” he says, offering you his brush with a wide grin.

You look at him in disbelief. “Really?” you ask, and Sunoo nods. “You’re not scared I might ruin it?” you joke, and Sunoo laughs.

You think his laugh might be the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

“Of course not! You said you painted as a child, which means you must know the basics. I trust you to make this painting more beautiful than it was before,” he says, shooting you a reassuring smile.

With that, you put brush to paper.

You make conversation with Sunoo as you paint, and you find out that he’s the same age as you, and he had an older sister. He tells you about how he started painting and why he continued, and you tell him how you started painting and why you had to stop.

Sunoo looks at you in awe when you show him the finished painting - with talent like yours, surely you could’ve been one of the head painters at the bureau. You were better at painting than some of the people currently at the bureau too (not like he would dare say that out loud in fear of being slapped by the head painters) but it was almost as if you just brought the painting to life.

“Are you sure you don’t paint often?” Sunoo asks with a small chuckle, and you nod. “I wish I could, though. When I was young, my dream was to become a painter at the Royal Painting Bureau. But as you can see, my dream didn’t exactly come true,” you say, pointing to your hanbok.

“Your Highness, it is getting quite late.” Dayeon taps you lightly on the shoulder, and you just realise that you and Sunoo have been talking for a while now. “Oh, it is?” you ask, and Dayeon nods. “I will have to leave now, Sunoo.” you say, and he nods.

“Oh, and before I forget. Are you busy tomorrow?” Sunoo asks, and you tilt your head to Dayeon in a questioning manner, who shakes her head no in response. “I suppose not.” you reply, and Sunoo smiles.

“Would you like to visit me at the Bureau tomorrow? There’s plenty of resources for you to use for paintings. If you wish to come, I’ll have everything prepared for you - brushes, paper, ink, you name it.”

You have never said yes so quickly.

You have never been so excited to leave your quarters.

You hear the maids’ hushed whispers about how you seem to be a lot more bright and cheerful today, and Dayeon notices the small smile that seems to be plastered on your face permanently for the day.

You enter the headquarters of the Royal Painting Bureau, and the painters who notice you bow, and you return the gesture. You tap on one painter’s shoulder. He looks terrified at first - thinking that he might’ve done something wrong, until you give him a small smile, assuring him that he’s not in trouble. “Where is Kim Sunoo?” you ask.

“I’m here!” you hear Sunoo’s voice behind one of the shelves, and you grin. Scrolls of paper are carried in his left hand, and multiple brushes are gripped in his right. “Let me help you,” you say, reaching out to grab the brushes, but Sunoo shakes his head. “You’re my guest! Also, didn’t I say that I would prepare everything for you?”

“Sunoo, you’re gonna drop the brushes.” you say, and as you say those words, a few brushes from his hand drop to the floor.

“See?” you say, and you bend down to pick them up. “I’ll carry some of them. Where are we going?” you ask, and Sunoo leads you to a room - where paintings of mountains, waterfalls and flowers adorn the wall, and you can’t help but gasp in awe of how beautiful they are.

“Whose paintings are these?” you ask, and you don’t miss the proud grin on Sunoo’s face. “Mine,” he says, setting down the porcelain dish used to hold ink on the table. “I painted them in order to get into the Bureau.”

“They are beautiful,” you say, your words leading to Sunoo’s face being dusted with a light shade of pink. “Thank you - your painting last night was beautiful as well,” he responds.

“That was mostly you, Sunoo. I just finished it off.” you laugh, smoothing out the sheet of paper in front of you before grabbing a brush. “Yeah, but I just started the painting before you came up to me. So that means you did most of the work.” he says with a twinkle in his eye.

“It was a collaborative piece then,” you say, and Sunoo nods. “Speaking of the painting, where is it?

Sunoo takes out the neatly rolled painting out from the scroll case perched on the wall, and hands it over. “You should take it,” he says, and you shake your head. “Thank you for the offer, but really, you should keep it.

“No, I insist. I have many other paintings - since you said that you haven’t been able to paint since entering the palace, consider this your first piece of artwork painted in the palace.” he says, and you smile. “Thank you, Sunoo.”

Sunoo grins at you once more, before grabbing a brush himself and starting to paint. You put your brush down - deciding to just watch him.

You don’t know when your attention diverted from the paper he was painting on to him, but you found yourself admiring his features. His eyes seemed to sparkle even though his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and you noticed that he had a small habit of sticking his tongue out when he was focusing.

Cute, you thought to yourself.

“Am I that attractive, Your Highness?” he asks, looking up, making you jolt in surprise. You just realise that he knows you’ve been staring at him instead of his painting, and he laughs at your reaction - your shocked expression would be one he would remember.

“Yes.”

You blurt the word out without even knowing it. You’re shocked that you even said something that bold (if the king heard you, he probably wouldn’t hesitate to execute Sunoo) but you hide your shock easily with a small smile. Sunoo didn’t even expect you to say yes - he said it as a joke, trying to make you flustered.

Now he was the one who felt like his cheeks were on fire.

Sunoo can’t bear to meet eyes with you, probably due to embarrassment, continuing his painting as he adds colour to the plum blossoms. You almost gasp audibly at how beautiful his painting looks, the flowers almost look real, and the colours are somehow an exact match to the plum blossoms you see in the royal garden.

You sit in silence as you watch him paint, the faint smell of freshly brewed tea wafting through the air.

“Do you know what plum blossoms symbolise?” he hums, eyes not leaving his paper as he draws on the details of the flowers. “Enlighten me,” you reply.

“Plum blossoms bloom at the end of the winter - so they are often called the herald of spring,” Sunoo says, adding fine line details to the blossoms. He dips his brush into the pink paint with a smile. “They bloom vibrantly even amidst the heavy snow - it is often said that you can subtly smell the scent of them during even the harshest of winters. So, they symbolise perseverance, beauty, and the transience of life.” Sunoo signs his name on the corner of the painting, blowing on the paper to make sure it’s dry before rolling it up.

“For you.” he says, a smile gracing his features. “But you just gave me a painting before, Sunoo.” you reply, shaking your head.

“I know, but I drew this one just for you.”

You feel your cheeks getting hot, sputtering out a small ‘thank you’ while avoiding eye contact. “You should hang it up on your wall, Your Highness.” he giggles.

“I will, Sunoo. Also, please, call me (Name).” you say, and Sunoo looks up at you. “Are you sure? Is it not impolite?” he asks sheepishly.

Was this how the king felt when you didn’t call him Eunho? But there was a difference - he was the king, and you were just a mere royal consort.

“It’s not impolite. We are friends, are we not?” you say, dipping your brush into the ink, and Sunoo nods.

“Friends, that we are.” he says with a grin.

Yet, there’s a small feeling inside of you that makes you want to be something more.

When you returned to your quarters, you were met with the sight of the king.

“(Name)! I was looking for you everywhere,” he says, his eyes turning into the shape of crescents at the sight of you. “Hello, your majesty.” your expression is stoic as you bow, and he motions for you to sit next to him at the table.

“Where were you?” he asks. “I was at the Royal Painting Bureau,” you reply, taking a sip of the tea. The king raises an eyebrow, and you tilt your head questionably. “Is there a problem with that?”

“Not at all - I didn’t know you enjoyed painting.”

“You don’t know a lot of things about me, your majesty.” you respond, your tone slightly cold - but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Then let’s get to know each other more, then.” the king says, a small smirk gracing his features, and you grimace. You would really rather not be forced to explain your whole life’s story to the man who you were forced to serve.

“I actually believe you know enough about me, though. I suggest you try to learn more about the queen, perhaps.” your statement elicits an amused chuckle from the king, and you raise an eyebrow.

“She does not pique my interest nearly as much as you do, (Name).”

You didn’t understand why he didn’t find the queen interesting - she was very skilled in archery and embroidery, the meals she cooked would often be better than the ones the royal chefs made, and on top of that, she was extremely beautiful. Why would he spend so much time on you, someone who had no interest in him, instead of someone who was interested?

“Thank you, I suppose.” you reply, setting your teacup back onto the table. His eyes meet the painting of plum blossoms that Sunoo had drawn for you, and he raises an eyebrow, before walking over to inspect the painting.

“This is a new painting.” he says, and you nod, pouring more tea into your teacup. “Kim Sunoo,” he says, reading the name inscribed on the side of the artwork. “Who is that?”

“He’s a new painter at the painting bureau. He gave me this painting.” you press your lips into a thin line as you see the expression on the king’s face when you say the last sentence. “Are you close with him?” he asks, and you hear the slightest hint of jealousy lacing his tone.

“I met him yesterday, but we had quite a nice conversation together today, so I suppose so. We are friends, after all.” you say, and Eunho presses his lips together in a thin line. “Is there a problem?” you ask, taking a sip of tea from the cup. “Not at all,” Eunho replies, and you smile in satisfaction.

“I am tired from all the painting I did today - I should probably go rest now. So should you, Your Majesty.” you say, getting up and giving him a bow. You disappear behind one of the many folding screens in your quarters before he can say anything else, and Dayeon leads him out of your chambers.

When you finish changing into your sleeping attire, you turn to look at Sunoo’s painting. The flowers are painted delicately, the brushstrokes are fine, the colours of the flowers are vivid, and it almost looks like a real plum blossom branch. “What’s so funny?” you ask, looking at her. “Nothing, you’ve just been smiling at the painting for quite some time now.” Dayeon replies. “Have I?” you ask, and she nods at you in response. “You seem like you quite like the painter,” she states.

“I do. His presence is comforting. He paints very well, too. I have not talked to anyone this much in the palace, except for you. I noticed that he sticks his tongue out a little bit when he’s focused. It is quite adorable, ” you beam, and Dayeon chuckles.

“Are you sure you’re not in love?”

Were you? Everytime he smiled at you (which was pretty often), you felt that fluttering feeling in your stomach - and you noticed that your heart seemed to beat a little bit faster when he was around.

“I met him yesterday, Dayeon - it’s too early to say anything about that yet.” you muse, and Dayeon giggles. “That means you do feel something for him!” she exclaims, and she bounces on her feet in excitement - she knew you had never felt this way towards anyone before. “Sure,” you reply, shrugging slightly, and she beams. “Well, I am excited for you. And it seems like the painter feels the same way,”

“What?” your eyes widen, and Dayeon grins from ear to ear.

“When you said ‘yes’ to his question about if he was attractive or not, did you not see his face? The poor boy looked exactly like the same shade of pink he was using to paint the plum blossoms.” Dayeon says, her lips curving up into a smirk. “I should get to know him more, shouldn’t I?” you ask, and Dayeon nods.

“You know, Your Highness. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy since you entered the palace, and I can’t help but think the painter has something to do with that.”

Over the course of the next few weeks, you and Sunoo become exceptionally close.

The maids notice that when you’re finished with your daily duties for the day, you head immediately to the painting bureau, even eating your dinner there, and you don’t return to your chambers until it’s late. Eunho notices how most of the time when he comes to visit, you don’t seem to be at your quarters.

Sunoo teaches you painting techniques that he learned from his teacher, and more often than not, you find yourself gripping the brush as Sunoo has his hand on top of yours, guiding you.

If you thought your heart raced fast when you were just around Sunoo, him having his hand on top of yours made your heart want to beat out of your chest.

“That’s a cute cat,” Sunoo says, peering over your shoulder to look at your drawing. He rests his chin on your shoulder - and immediately, your heart starts racing, to the point where you’re afraid he might hear your heart beating inside of your chest. “Thank you, Sunoo.” you beam at him, and he returns the gesture, his eyes turning into crescents as he smiles.

You keep drawing lines for the fur, and you don’t even realise that Sunoo’s chin is still resting on your shoulder. “You should draw a butterfly here,” he says, pointing just above the cat’s nose. You dip your brush into the black ink, drawing out the shape of the butterfly, before using a thinner brush to draw finer details.

“That looks - wow. Really nice.” Sunoo breathes out, and you hum in satisfaction. “Don’t tell the other painters I told you this, but you’re more talented than all of them combined.” he says to you in a whisper, eliciting a small giggle from you.

“I’m flattered, Sunoo.”

You sign your name onto the side of the paper, and you make a gesture towards Sunoo, signaling that he should take it: “Me?” he asks, and you nod. “It’s for you - since you gave me some paintings of your own, I thought I would do the same.” you respond with a sheepish smile, and Sunoo starts grinning from ear to ear.

He wraps you into a hug, murmuring a small ‘thank you’ that you can barely head over the thumping of your heart. When he pulls away to hang up your painting on his wall next to his own, you can’t help but miss the feeling of his arms wrapped around your body.

The door suddenly bursts open - and it’s Eunho. Sunoo jolts up in surprise, before immediately bowing to him. You do the same, and the king can only look at you with a questionable expression displayed onto his face.

“(Name).” Eunho says, and you plaster on a fake smile. “Yes, your majesty?” you ask, and it takes everything in you not to grab Sunoo’s hand and walk directly out the door. “What’s going on here?” he asks.

“Sunoo paints with me. That’s it.” you answer, and Eunho scoffs. “Are you sure that’s it? I mean, you’re choosing to spend the majority of your time with this mere painter instead of me, the person that you are meant to be serving.” Eunho says, and it is now your turn to scoff.

Anger is bubbling up inside of you, and you don’t know when you’re going to reach your breaking point and finally snap.

“Yes, it is, Your Majesty - I don’t know why I have to elaborate further. Need I show you proof of my painting for you to believe me?” you sigh, pointing at the painting of the cat you drew for Sunoo.

He makes a look at Sunoo that signifies something along the lines of I’ll be watching you before he turns around to leave without saying another word - you know he’s furious that you’ve been ditching him to spend more time with Sunoo, but unlike spending time with Eunho, you actually liked being around Sunoo, even if the butterflies in your stomach got out of control sometimes.

The short conversation with the king seems to have startled Sunoo, he’s practically frozen in place and you have to tap him a few times in order to get him to jolt out of his daze. “Are you okay, Sunoo?” you ask, and he nods his head.

“Just a bit shocked - that was not how I imagined my first meeting with the king would go,” Sunoo says in disbelief. “I didn’t think he would come rushing in to find me either - he had plenty of things to do that are more important instead of looking around the entire palace just to find me.” you say, and Sunoo laughs.

“He might be a little bit obsessed with you,” Sunoo giggles, and you shoot him an amused smile. “Perhaps so,” you say.

“I believe it is getting late now, (Name). You should head back, and I’ll meet you tomorrow, like we always do.” 

“Okay. See you tomorrow, Sunoo.” you don’t know what comes over you, but you quickly lean in to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek, and you turn around immediately to leave, nearly stumbling down the stairs in embarrassment.

If only you didn’t turn around immediately, you might’ve been able to get a glimpse of Sunoo’s face turning bright red.

The queen invites you to have tea with her the next day.

It’s strange, considering that usually, most queens dislike the royal consorts, but you have a good relationship with the queen - you both call each other by your given names, instead of the usual ‘Your Highness’.

“Eunho has mentioned to me about your little situation with the painter.” Queen Nayoung says, taking a bite out of the snacks placed on the table in front of you both. “Of course he would,” you say, pressing your lips together into a thin line. “I just don’t understand why he is so interested in me, Nayoung.”

“Because you don’t act like everyone else in the palace. Everyone else has ulterior motives and they want more power, however, you do not. You never pine for Eunho’s affection - in fact, you avoid it. Lately, many of the maids have noticed that you spend all your time at the painting bureau now after you finished attending to your royal duties. They mentioned to me how you seem happier since you started going there as well. It is obvious to me that you would like to pursue your dreams instead of being trapped inside the palace walls.” Nayoung says, and you nod.

“Eunho was furious yesterday when he saw you with the painter - he threatened to get rid of him. He says he might send him to Ming to get him away from you.” Nayoung’s words make your eyes widen in horror - was the king really going to take away the one person who made you feel happy inside the palace? “Knowing him, he’ll go through with his plan. You know how stubborn he is.”

“To be honest, you should be glad that Eunho hasn’t set out an order for his execution. But, I assume that he will be informing Head Painter Kim that Sunoo will have to leave for Ming in a few hours. He would most likely be working as a painter inside the palace there, like he is now.” Nayoung says.

“I can’t let Sunoo leave.” you say, burying your face into your hands. “You must really love him.” Nayoung hums, and you nod. “I suppose I do.” you murmur, and Nayoung lightly pats your shoulder to comfort you.

“Then you should fight for him. (Name), you are smart - I know you can find a way for you and Sunoo to be together.” Nayoung takes a sip of her tea, and you sigh.

You are devastated, to say the least. How many times would Eunho take things that you cherished away from you? First it was painting, and now it would be Sunoo

Eunho might not have known he crushed your dream to become a painter, but you have never been more sure that he wants to make you distance yourself from Sunoo - so he could have you all to himself.

There was no way that you would allow that, because the only person in the world you can truly picture yourself being with, was Kim Sunoo. 

A few hours later, all you can hear about is the news about Sunoo leaving to Ming.

You hated how Nayoung was right - how Eunho would go through his plan, and you felt like your heart could crack into pieces at any moment. You get to the painting bureau at light speed, rushing into the room where you and Sunoo usually paint.

“Sunoo.”

He turns to look at you, and he immediately smiles. “Hello, (Name)!” he says - suddenly, all your worries and fears dissipate at the sight of his smile. “You look like you got here in a hurry,” Sunoo says, and you nod.

“As a matter of fact, I did, actually.” 

You see teacups being set on the table instead of paper, brushes and inkstones. “No painting today?” you question, and Sunoo shakes his head. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” he says, motioning for you to sit down beside him, and you know exactly what he’s going to say.

“I know what’s happening, Sunoo. You’re going to go to Ming, aren’t you?” you sigh, and Sunoo nods, chewing on his bottom lip.

“Since I know I might not be able to spend much more time with you, I wanted to tell you that I really like you. I know I met you a few weeks ago - but you make me really happy..”

Your heart skips a beat, and despite the circumstances, you smile - because Kim Sunoo reciprocates the feelings you have for him, and you are ecstatic about that. However, you’re not so ecstatic when it comes to him leaving for Ming.

“I like you too, Sunoo.” 

The little giddy smile on Sunoo’s face makes you giggle, and you can’t help but press a little kiss on his cheek. He laces your hands together, and you lean your head on his shoulder - you don’t think you’ve felt this happy in your life, and you’re glad that Sunoo is the one who makes you feel this way.

“What if you ran away with me?” he blurts out.

“Sunoo… what?” you ask, your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Leave with me. We can start a new life in Ming. You can finally become a painter - isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Sunoo says, squeezing your hand lightly.

It sounded extremely tempting. You would be able to become a painter and spend your life with the man you loved - you had nothing to lose if you left. You wanted nothing more than to leave with Sunoo, but you knew Eunho would never let you leave. He wanted you and Sunoo to be distanced from one another, hence why he decided to send him off to Ming.

“It’s not that easy - I’m a royal consort, Sunoo.” you say, pursing your lips. “Do you want to leave?” he asks, and you nod your head almost immediately. “More than anything.”

“Request to be deposed.”

Your jaw drops slightly - you’re not in shock that he mentioned it in the first place, you’re shocked that he thought of that before you. But knowing Eunho - he’d decline that request immediately. 

“Eunho would say no to that request without hesitation.” you sigh. ““It’s worth a try, (Name).” Sunoo states, and you nod. “I’ll figure something out. I assume you’re leaving sometime soon. Wait for me in Ming, okay?” you say, caressing his cheek as he leans into your touch.

“I will, (Name). It’s a promise.” Sunoo hums, and you give him a soft smile. 

You knew Sunoo would keep his promise. Because just like the plum blossoms that bloomed in the winter and awaited the spring, he would wait for you, no matter how long it took. 

By the time spring ends, Sunoo is already gone. 

You had tried twice to make a request to be deposed, once through your father - who had declined right away after even hearing the word ‘deposed’. The second time, you took matters into your own hands, and Eunho said no immediately, just like you thought he would. 

Although Sunoo sent you letters often, you wanted nothing more than to see him in person. He sends you paintings and little gifts, one notably being a paintbrush with your name engraved on it, and he’d painted a plum blossom branch on it. 

Meet me at the Yuanti School of Painting when you arrive. I will be waiting there, Sunoo writes in his most recent letter. 

Almost one year had passed, and you still thought you had no chance to leave the palace. The maids noticed how your mood had quickly turned sour when Sunoo had left - the smile that they had been so accustomed to seeing had disappeared. 

“Good morning, (Name). I have news,” Dayeon says.  “The Queen has informed me about a way to sneak you out of the palace.” you immediately snap your head up to look at her, your eyes widening. “Are you sure Nayoung’s plan won’t end up getting you and everyone around me executed?” you ask, and Dayeon nods. 

“She says there is a ship heading off with goods to trade to Ming tonight. She says it should be easy enough to bribe them to let you onboard. The only hard part is leaving during the night, where many guards will be stationed all around the palace - so you should leave during the day and claim that you have duties outside the palace to attend to.” Dayeon explains, and a smile spreads across your lips.

“We shall leave right away. Please help me pack some clothes - and take all the paintings that Sunoo has sent me, please.” you say, and Dayeon nods. “You won’t be able to take much, (Name).” 

“I don’t have much in the palace anyways. Most of my valuables are at my father’s place.” you take a look at your surroundings, knowing that you wouldn’t miss seeing the concerning amount of porcelain vases displayed around your quarters. 

“I see. I will go pack your valuables now. In the meantime, you should probably write some letters to the king and queen.” Dayeon says, giving you a small bow before exiting the room.

It is only when you are alone that it hits you - you will never see these chambers again once you leave. You were currently standing in the place that you called home for the past few months for the last time, and you were leaving to start a new life. A life outside of the palace, a life without seeing the king, and a life with Sunoo by your side.

You figured you should write a few letters before you left. You addressed one to your father, one to the king, and one to Nayoung.

Your hand moved at the speed of light while writing the letters, your hand was sore by the time you had finished writing them. You wrote each of their names on their respective letters, placing them neatly on the table when you were done.

“(Name), we will be leaving now.” Dayeon said.

You bid goodbye to your chambers, walking out of them for the very last time. You can't stop the grin that spreads across your face when you walk out the front gate - Dayeon catches your expression, and she smirks. “You seem rather happy.” she says, and you nod. 

“I’ve wanted to leave for about a year. I can’t believe I actually will be able to now.” you say, and she doesn’t miss the sparkle in your eye. She thinks this might be the happiest she’s ever seen you, and it makes her feel at ease after all the months of seeing you wallowing in sadness at the palace.. 

When you get on the ship at night, the only thing you’re thinking about is Sunoo’s wide smile that you yearn to see again.

Dear Eunho, 

If you are reading this, I will have already left for Ming by now. 

I apologise for leaving so abruptly and without your permission - but I really could not stand my role as a Royal Consort. I knew from a young age that I did not want to lead that type of life, and I only did it because my father wanted me to. 

I had always wanted to be a painter instead, which is why when I met Kim Sunoo, I wanted to spend more time with him. Quitting painting in order to learn how to serve you properly made me incredibly upset. I know I cannot blame you for choosing me, but if you didn’t, I might have been able to pursue my dream. Perhaps that is the reason why I treated you so coldly. 

I also apologise for not being able to reciprocate your feelings. I also don’t think I will ever be able to reciprocate them - I am happy with the painter, which is why I’m writing this letter. I have left to go be with him and lead a life preferably outside of a palace. But please, spend more time with the queen. She adores you, and she treats you well. Unlike how I did during my time in the palace. 

I would like to make one last request. This is the only thing I will ever ask of you, and please - fulfil it. 

Depose me. I would like to be relieved of my royal status, and live as a commoner. I will not return to Joseon, and please do not go out of your way to try and find me in Ming. 

Thank you for treating me well during my time in the palace. Once again, I apologise for leaving without your permission. 

Eunho crumples up the letter when he finishes reading it. 

You were gone, and he would never see you again. He knows he should honor your wish to be deposed, but there’s a tiny twinge in his heart that he can’t seem to ignore. 

His immediate thought after reading the letter was to try and send guards to go and find you, but he knew better. If you already showed disdain to him when you were in the palace, if you saw him in Ming, he knew you would only feel resentment and hatred. 

He originally thought you were just like another of the royal consorts who would annoy him every day, looking to talk to him when he was wandering around the palace while he had no duties. But he then realised that you had never approached him personally after you had entered the palace and greeted him. You piqued his interest - he had never seen or heard of a royal consort with seemingly no interest in the king. 

He didn’t think he loved you at all - he only asked you because he wanted to know if you would get flustered. Every night, he would leave your chambers in disappointment and the slight shame of being rejected so firmly. 

But now that you are gone, he feels empty. Something is missing, and he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the thought of your chambers being empty. He doesn’t like the thought of no longer needing to think of flirtatious things to say to you before he goes to visit you every night. 

He composes himself, tilting his head up high just like how he was taught to since he was a little kid. 

The next day, he officially announces to the court that you would now be called the Deposed Royal Consort, (Name). 

He doesn’t miss the shocked look on your father’s face. 

He also doesn’t ignore the feeling of how his heart feels like it’s going to break into two. 

When you get off the ship in Ming, you finally feel free. 

You walk to the painting school that Sunoo told you he’d be at with a slight bounce in your step, and when you get to the door, a wide grin spreads across your lips - you can’t believe that you’d actually be seeing Sunoo for the first time in months. 

You open the door - all you see are painters walking around, shelves stacked with scrolls, paper and ink. A painter notices you, and smiles. “Hello, what type of painting would you be looking for, miss?” he says, and you shake your head. “I’m here to see someone. Is someone by the name Kim Sunoo here?” you ask, and he smiles knowingly. 

“Are you (Name)?” the painter asks, and you nod, surprised that he knows your name. “You’re the girl Sunoo always talks about! I’m Heeseung, it’s nice to meet you. He should be in the back room.” Heeseung says, nodding in the direction of the room he assumed Sunoo to be in. “All good things, I hope?” you ask with a small glint in your eye, and Heeseung chuckles, nodding. 

“Of course.” he replies, and you smile. “That’s good to hear.” 

You head towards the back room, and you knock on the door. “I’m busy!” you hear Sunoo’s voice for the first time in months, and you don’t know why you feel emotional, but your eyes slightly start welling up in tears. 

“It’s me,” you say, and you hear a gasp. 

The door bursts open, and you’re enveloped into the tightest hug you’ve ever been in. 

It’s been a year, and you finally see your lover again. You missed seeing his eyes turn into crescents when he smiled, you missed his melodic laugh that could brighten up the entire room, and you missed his hand on top of yours while you two painted. 

“I missed you so much,” Sunoo murmurs, and he sounds like he’s about to burst into tears. “I missed you too, Sunoo.” and when you manage to finally get a good look at him, you cup his cheeks with your hands, placing small kisses on each side of his cheeks, which makes him giggle.

Sunoo spends the rest of the day painting with one hand, the other entwined with yours as he catches you up on everything that’s happened since he left Joseon. He shows you the paintings he’s worked on during his time in Ming, and they’re all absolutely beautiful. 

“There’s more back at home - sorry, my house.” he says, correcting himself after he realises that he assumed you would be staying with him. “No, you’re right, Sunoo. You should also show me where our house is.” you say, and Sunoo almost turns bright red on the spot, and he only gets redder when you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

You don’t miss the grin creeping up on his lips though, and you laugh. “You’re cute, Sunoo.” you say. “I am?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, to which you nod.

“Well, you are cute too, (Name).” 

Kim Sunoo might have left Joseon in spring, but he reunites with you in winter, when the plum blossoms start to bloom.

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Are You Annoyed?

Prompt: #179 + #180 for anon – “Please, just breathe.” + “Have you been crying?”

Anonymous said:

For Ahn Hyoseop. #163 + #179 + #180. Slice of Life or Angst + Romance. 💕😘 Thank you!

Pairing: Ahn Hyoseop x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: So basically, I’ve not seen Hyoseop in a lot of things and I based this off of his Abyss character. I hope you enjoy all the same!

Word count: 943

Hyoseop found you crumpled on the floor of your apartment by the large windows, curled over and shuddering. Dropping the bag of groceries on the couch as he sped by, he crouched down at your side, placing tender hands on your body. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

A whine left you but that was all he got in response, panic filling him further. What had happened? Hyoseop hadn’t been gone very long, and before he left you had been in a bubbly and affectionate mood. Why were you now heaving on the floor?

“Baby? Please, just breathe,” he urged, rubbing gentle circles on your back. You slowly came out of your stupor, rolling back into his lap, Hyoseop reaching for your tear-stained face with concern. “Why have you been crying?”

“It’s just-” you started, groaning and clutching at your stomach. He looked down at your waist, blinking rapidly. Were you sick? Had something happened? Were you… he snapped his focus back to yours, suddenly unable to move. “It all happened so quickly and then the pain settled in and I couldn’t cope.”

“You need to explain more to me right now, I’m panicking.”

Furrowing your brows together at his state, you shook your head and attempted to sit up but he held you down, hoping it would relax whatever pain you had. Exasperated, you let out a sigh and looked away from your husband. He hated when you got like this. You were dramatic by nature, and whenever you had something to tell him, it was almost like a performance. He just needed the answer for why he found you like this, not an entire production of how it all came together.

Still, Hyoseop knew that’s what he’d receive.

“I was crying.”

“Why?”

“Well, I was stretching by the window, wanting to warm up before doing some exercise and I was looking out into the street below. And I know it’s wrong of me, but I saw something.”

Hyoseop huffed impatiently, gesturing for you to continue. “What? Saw what?”

“At the time it was funny,” you forewarned and the man holding you loosened his grip, now confused. You flushed with colour. “A man was trying to catch a note he let go of. And every time he almost had it, the wind picked up again.”

You began to laugh with the replay of the incident, seeing more than Hyoseop was able to. “He kept trying to catch it– all the way down the street and it got so funny– that I couldn’t stop laughing– and then, OW!”

Hyoseop stared at you as you clutched at your stomach again, the whines now making sense. He groaned, pushing you out of his lap and stood up. “Why do I always fall for it?”

“I’m in pain and you– push me?!”

“I can’t believe you. I thought something was wrong!”

“There is! I laughed too hard and my stomach muscles are seizing up!”

Shaking his head, Hyoseop returned to the bag he discarded and went to put the items away. Slowly, you got up, holding a protective arm over your centre just in case and made your way into the kitchen, pouting up at your husband. “Are you annoyed?”

He didn’t answer you, continuing with putting away his purchases and you whined outlandishly, placing your hands on his lower arm. “Seopieee.”

Closing his eyes, Hyoseop tried to ignore the tone in your voice, knowing that it was rare for you to act cute. And normally, it only happened when you wanted something from him. Turning around, he tried to put the cereal away when you slid your arms around his waist, nestling into his back. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

“You don’t know how scary that was for me,” he reproached, looking over his shoulder at you. “I don’t ever want to come home and find you like that on the ground again. I thought something horrible had happened.”

“You also thought I was pregnant, huh?” you murmured and he stiffened, which made you giggle. “Wow, you’re so eager. We’ve only been married for four months now.”

“I just thought… and with how you were so emotional… don’t laugh at me!” he complained as you moved into his view, trying ever so hard to stop laughing. But you couldn’t and Hyoseop reached out for you, which you leapt away just in time, giggling loudly as you bounced into the living area. He chased after you until you purposely gave up, now standing up on the couch so you finally towered over him. You smiled widely as you slung your arms around his neck, kissing him briefly. “You’re the sweetest husband I could ever want.”

“Well, I hope I’m the only husband you ever want,” he corrected and you nodded happily, leaning down for another kiss. The mood grew passionate, and when you pulled away this time, you were breathless.

“Hyoseop, I am pregnant.”

“What?”

You smiled nodding in confirmation. “I mean, I think I am, I tested positive yesterday.”

“And you were like that on the floor and in pain when you need to be careful?!” he exclaimed, looking you all over rapidly, unsure of what to react to first.

You hugged him tightly to calm some of his renewed worries, patting his back softly. “Well, I guess I need to prepare myself for you to be over the top. And with me being dramatic, I guess this new adventure of bringing a new life into our worlds is going to be hectic.”

You stopped to give him one last kiss before grinning. “But there’s no one else who I’d rather do all this with than you.”

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the picture worth a thousand words ❊ kim seungmin

genre: fluff

word count: 3902

pairing: reader x kim seungmin

description: people say a picture can be worth a thousand words, but you are a writer and that ain’t flying with you. Until you met him; photographer Kim Seungmin. 

There was nothing particularly wrong with you. At least not that you knew; but you still felt like there was something missing. Every night, before going to bed and after doing your usual n nightly routine, you’d sit down on your bed, and think. You have a great job. You graduated from a good university. You have amazing friends. You have a beautiful house. But why did you feel like there was no reason in celebrating all that? Why did you feel so alone? You wanted to share all of that with someone; to wake up in your apartment to the sight of made breakfast and the love of your life in an apron, laughing the kind of laugh that would make happiness bubble in your stomach. You wanted someone to pick you up at your job so they could take you to an impromptu date, or someone who you could talk about the good old day of college. Being alone was fun, but just for a little while. You were older now, and you missed that companionship that all your friends seemed to have.

No, you would alway chastise yourself. You don’t need a man to be happy. And you really didn’t; you knew you were thankful for all you had, for all you achieved. You could easily be happy on your own, but you didn’t really want to. And that made all the difference.

Sighing, you gave up on yet another sleepless night. The night left as quick as the morning came and it was time for you to clock in to work. As you ran to the office, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach growling, complaining about not receiving any breakfast. 

“I’ll eat after the meeting,” You promised yourself, hoping your body would somehow understand and behave during your presentation. 

You worked in a magazine, writing for the arts and culture section, and this meeting would decide on a very important pitch you had been pushing forward for a while; a personal interview with the up and coming photographer, Kim Seungmin. You were a great admirer of his early work, loving the simple way that texture and color mixed in his pictures, managing to really evoke some feeling in you– some feeling you couldn’t quite name it, just feel it. This interview could change your career, as well as his, and you truly believed it could benefit both of you. You were tired of having to always write about the same things and the same people; it was time to write about things that were truly new, truly inspiring. You deserved this, and so did many other people.

“Good morning,” You say, smiling as you walk into the meeting room where your boss, supervisor, and assistant sat. “Shall we begin?”

They all nod, smiling too. Your company was incredible like that; it was casual, with spaces where you could work with your colleagues without the pressure of deadlines. They re-enforced that friendships in the working space optimized the workload in half, and that colorful and open spaces made the workers more engaged, instead of separating people in cubicles. You had your own table, but there was no wall separating you from your peers. Everyone smiled. Everyone truly enjoyed what they did. This was your dream job, and if could simply convince these three people that it was time for a content upgrade, you’d be on cloud nine. You could feel it; it would change your life.

“And that it why,” You say, concluding the presentation with a couple of Kim Seungmin’s pictures from his last exhibit. “I believe we need this change. It is not only a chance to connect with a younger audience, but to also introduce a new artist to our older public. We can widen our publication to encompass more than a select number of people; we can get bigger and better, while staying true to our morals and still conveying informative and captivating content.”

They all nod, looking at each other, and your boss gets up. “That’s why we hired you, isn’t it, Y/N? That crazy mind of yours is one of your best. Go ahead; we’re giving you as much time as you need. I believe this project will work out really well for everyone.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” You say, smiling wide and trying to contain your excitement. 

“Ma’am my ass,” She laughs. “Back in the days you’d refer to me as senior sister…”

You laugh with her. Your boss wasn’t that much older, but actually very close in age to you. She had been the senior responsible for you during your orientation and freshman year, and as soon as she heard you graduated, she offered you a job. You started low; just an unpaid intern, and in the passing two years since the, you managed to climb your way up to payed columnist. You were proud of you and of her. 

“You got it, didn’t you?” Your friend, Lisa, asks as you sat on your table. She was a reviewer for the magazine, enjoying the life of testing out new products for the magazine. She called ‘pampering herself while getting paid.’ “I can see it on your face, you did. Wow! Congratulations!”

“I’m so happy,” You squeal, looking at your friend laughing at you. “This will be great!”

“You finally get to meet your idol,” Lisa jokes and you throw a pen at her.

“I simply admire his job,” You say, squinting your eyes. “That’s why I insisted on this pitch so hard.”

“Pff, sure,” Lisa rolls her eyes. “Let’s not focus on the fact that he is drop dead gorgeous.”

“Oh my gosh Lisa,��� You mumble, facepalming yourself. “He is not a product to be tested.”

“You never know,” She says winking. “Maybe he is interested.”

“Don’t you dare hit on my assignment!” You gasp, laughing. 

“I would never!” Lisa says, and you two are almost rolling on the floor at this point. 

You knew she’d never hit on Kim Seungmin (unless he started it, of course.) She always joked like that, complaining about how her job never introduced her to hot people like yours did. It’s not fair, she’d whine playfully. You’ve met all of my favorite idols! Kim Namjoon, Ahn Hyoseop, Jackson Wang! Should I keep going? You’d shrug and chuckle. Sure, it was really cool talking to all of those people, their stories were simple incredible, but you knew about the restrictions placed on them through their companies. You knew the reservations they had, and that half of the information was just generalized answers to questions they weren’t allowed to answer. This is why you were so interested in Kim Seungmin; he wasn’t represented by an entertainment agency nor was he under any contract– he was an independent artist.

You had a response to your initial email right as you came back from lunch.

Dear Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,

Thank you so much for contacting me. I’d love to help you with whatever you might need. However, I am in the middle of photographing for my new exhibit, so I’m afraid I won’t have time to sit down properly and answer all your questions. If you don’t mind me suggesting, you could tag along for a few days to experience my day to day life first hand, and ask your questions as well. 

I hope to hear from you soon,

Kim Seungmin.

“Holy shit!” You gasp. This was much better than you expected. You’d be lying if you said that the thought of asking to accompany him on his daily routine as he photographs didn’t cross your mind, but you refrained yourself from pushing too hard, very aware that some artists are not enthusiastic of sharing their muses and inspirations with others. 

“What?” Lisa runs to your table, leaning on the back of your chair and reading the email carefully. “Holy shit!”

You both start brainstorming for quick and efficient questions, skipping the obvious ones and going straight for the ones that dwelled deeper into his work and exhibitions. This had potential to be your best work so far, and you could feel it. Once you both came up with a list of about thirty questions, it was almost the end of the day. 

“I’ll get going,” Lisa said waving. “Don’t stay here too late!”

“I’ll just answer some emails and leave,” You smile. “See you tomorrow!”

Cracking your fingers, you tried to control your emotions. 

Dear Kim Seungmin,

Thank you for your quick response and for the great suggestion. I’d love to tag along, if it won’t be a problem for you!

When would it be a good time to start?

All the best,

Y/N Y/L/N.

You were about to close your laptop when a new email came in. 

Dear Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,

I’m starting to photograph for a series tomorrow! If you’d like, we could meet at 10AM at the coffee shop right by the corner of Main Street? 

Let me know!

Kim Seungmin. 

You smiled.

Perfect! See you then.

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Waking up was not hard simply because once again you didn’t sleep. Getting out of bed, though, was incredibly difficult. You were super excited, but once again your body felt like it had no energy, the two hours you seemed to have managed a light sleep not serving for much. When you finished getting dressed, you notice you barely had time to make it to the coffee shop, so unfortunately, no breakfast would be possible. 

You run all the way there, cursing your laziness that led you to be this out of shape. Getting inside the shop, you sigh, looking to the sides while putting your hair up in a ponytail. It’s then that you hear a sharp, dry snap! Your head whips to your right and you finally find him, with his camera pointing at the coffee mug. Kim Seungmin. The tip of his tongue is showing through his teeth as he absentmindedly looked at his pictures. 

“Hi,” You say gently as you approached him. His eyes, sparkling and large, look at you and he blushes intensely, gulping down. “Kim Seungmin, right?”

“Y-Yeah,” He stutters a bit, and you chuckle. “Look, abou-“

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” You clarify, not wanting him to think you were a fan bothering him on his free time. “We emailed yesterday?”

“You’re Y/N???” He gasps, putting his camera down and offering you his hand. “I didn’t expect you to be so… young.”

You laugh at that. “It’s fine, I didn’t really expect you to know what I looked like.”

“Yeah,” He laughs. “Sorry about that. Do you want anything to eat? I went ahead and ordered coffee…”

“Oh,” Your stomach grumbles. “I’d love that actually. Do we have time?”

He shrugs. “I don’t really have a time table to follow, so sure.”

You guys start talking about yourselves, and you do what you always do; you try to establish a connection to you interviewee so that they feel more comfortable talking to you, and that means also talking about yourself, in the most superficial level possible. This time, though, was different. You felt as if not only you were doing that, but him too. He asked questions about you and your life, and he seemed genuinely interested in what you told him. You felt really comfortable with him, and you were excited for the rest of the day. 

“Are you done?” He asks, with a small smile. You nod and you two leave, walking side by side. 

With your eyes on him, you noticed his stance; camera in hands, always at chest level, ready to snap pictures at the slightness movement that caught his eyes. In between, while you guys walked around the city, you asked some of your prepared questions.

“What is this series about?” You ask, notebook in hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course…”

He chuckles. “The mundane life,” He says looking around, eyes laying on you, hair up, looking down at your notebook. Snap. You look up and he is staring at the children ahead. “I want to portray the beauty that people ignore everyday. It’s a new theme even for me, I don’t know if you are familiar with my past work but-“

“I am,” You say, smiling wide. “I love your pictures, really. They were one of the few I’ve seen that actually talked to me.”

And you could’ve melted at his smile. “Thanks!” 

He keeps talking about his work and you guys walk, and you kept hearing snap! snap! snap! but it always seemed to be when you were writing. You were a little upset that because you had to do your job, you couldn’t watch him do his, but you were sure you’d see those pictures later. 

“What I’m looking for,” He said as you two sat down on yet another coffee shop, now with the sun already gone. and a sandwich instead of breakfast in front of you. “Is for that one picture, yeah? The one that people always talk about– the one worth a thousand words. And I think I’m on the right path to find it.”

You’d definitely quote him on that one.

For three days, both of you followed a routine; meet at the coffee shop at 10AM, walk around a different neighborhood each time, have lunch, walk some more, and then talk a little more over dinner, although dinner time was reserved for you two to bond as friends and not work assignments. You grew to enjoy his company, in these past days, and enjoy your dinners even more. You found out he is a fan of Day6 and that he sometimes can look like a puppy when he smiles. You learn that he has an older sister and that being a photographer was always his dream. But Seungmin also learned new things; he got to know who much of fan you were when you accidentally mentioned on of his first famous pictures. He found out that you are allergic to cats but that you still adore them, although your dream is to one day raise a Corgi named Moose. 

As you talked, you barely noticed his hands on his phone, stealthily snapping away. You were simply too into your memories of when you would write people’s essays in college for a small fee that you barely noticed him doing his thing. Actually, this was one of the things he loved to found out the most; how immersed on an assignment you could get, that you would barely notice the world around you still spinning. Or him taking pictures of you. 

It was now the last dinner; your week over. This had been the best week of the past few months, if you had to be truthful. You would wake up energized because you finally could sleep. You would eat delicious food slowly because you finally had someone to talk to during meals. You adored your days with Seungmin. But they had finally come to an end. And you feared that so would your friendship.

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Dear Y/N,

I hope you haven’t forgotten me yet (it’s been only three weeks since we last saw each other.) 

I read your article about me. I loved it! You definitely painted me in a light I’ve never seen myself, but I still want to thank you for being truthful and inspiring when you talked about my work. 

I am emailing you to finally announce that my exhibition opening will be tomorrow, at 7PM at The Gallery. I hope you can make it! I organized everything so that your name will be on the VIP list with a plus one; you can bring your friend you talked so much about, she sounded fun! I hope to see you there!

Love,

Seungmin. 

“Love?” Lisa asks, as you both read the email for the fifth time. “What the-“

“Language,” You shush her. “Oh my gosh, what does he mean by that?”

“Love.” Lisa tries again. “Love love love… you guys really hit it off, didn’t you?”

“Lisa, no!” You whine, blushing intensely. “I mean… there were times when I thought we were getting closer, but after the week ended he never texted me! Not even to talk about the article, so I don;tknow what to think anymore.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” She shrugs. “Now let’s go, girly. We need to get ready for a very important event tonight.”

With the permission of your boss, you two leave early, straight to your house. On the way, you kept stressing about which dress to wear, or which shoes would match, and you’d sigh in frustration. That wasn’t you. You didn’t stress about things like this; you were cool and collected. 

It took a couple of hours and you were sure you’d make it there a little bit late, but as soon as you two were ready, Lisa having borrowed some clothes from you, you left. The taxi ride was terrible; you were so anxious that you could throw up. Something in your gut told you that tonight would be… a surprise. And you weren’t sure if that was good or bad.

“Okay, we’re at the door,” Lisa whispered smiling to the security and giving him your names. “You have to calm down. You look like you’re about to run.”

“That’s because I am!” You whispered, looking at your friend as you walked in. 

“Don’t be an enjoy the show!” She winks and walks away. 

Sighing, you start roaming around, noticing one room in particular was closed off. Some pictures on the wall made you want to laugh, because you knew that as soon as he snapped that picture, Seungmin tripped and feel on his butt. The next one made you smile fondly, watching the two kids on their bikes. The sunset gave off the perfect lighting and you could only see one hand from the right side, a worried mother that ran after her babies. You went through the exposition like that, remembering each and all moments with the photographer. Once you were done, you were a little confused. You could’ve sworn he took more pictures than that.

“Excuse me!” Seungmin called from the center of the room, his back to you and Lisa, who brought you a glass of champagne. “I’d like to say a few things tonight. First of all, thank you all for coming. It means a lot to see all my friends and family united to support me. Secondly, I wanted to talk a little about this series, and about the surprise series in the next room.”

So that’s what it was. A surprise collection. Intrigued, you listened carefully.

“For the past days I have been working endlessly to make this dream come true, and I finally did it. I managed to capture moments of the daily life that, for us spectators, don’t mean much when we see them on the street, but that printed and edited seems to mean a lot. This is a calling; please pay more attention to your daily life. Smell the flowers. Listen to children laugh. Have fun as you walk to work everyday at 6AM.”

People laugh at that. He did too, and you smiled, watching as his cheeks puffed out in pride. 

“The next room, though, was inspired on my own daily routine for the week I was taking these shots. I wasn’t alone that time; I was lucky to have an incredible companion with me, and unfortunately she doesn’t seem to be here, but you still get to see what I did for seven days straight.”

Lisa elbows you and your mouth is agape. You are sure you look like an idiot, but you couldn’t believe this. Was he talking about you?

“I promised this person that I would find what I was looking for– a picture worth a thousand words. How funny is it that she’s a writer?” People laugh yet again, but you can’t even muster breathing at this point. “And I did it. In the next room, you will see a series of shot of this person who now has turned into my muse. And in the center, the thousand words. Have fun, and thank you!”

Following the crowd before he could spot you, you enter this mysterious room, feeling lightheaded as you did. Your face was everywhere. 

A picture of you writing on your notebook, the sun hitting only half of your face. 

A picture of you sipping on your coffee while looking out the window. A thunder illuminating your face, contradicting the peacefulness you remember feeling that one stormy afternoon.

A picture on you laying on the grass, relaxing a little as he hunted more pictures.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Lisa gasped. “How?”

“I don’t know.” And you really didn’t. How didn’t I notice this before?

And in the center, hanging from the ceiling, bigger than the others, you. Your eyes curious and wondering, arms up, putting your hair on a ponytail, and a coffee bar behind you. You had to admit, you looked ethereal; like a faraway beauty. And the name, written in small print, the picture worth a thousand words. Not ‘a picture,’ the picture. To say you were about to cry was an understatement. 

You walk away from the room, heels clicking on the ground and suddenly a deja-vu hits you; snap! snap! snap! The sound of the camera shutter echoing on your mind. 

So that’s what that was, you think, still walking, decidedly. He was taking pictures of me.

You find him talking to a waiter in another room, soon dismissing him with a wave and a smile. 

“Ya Kim Seungmin!” You call loudly, making him jump from the scare. His eyes go wide as he sees you approaching, stuttering nonsense and and pointing at you. “Are you crazy?”

And as you say that, your hands go to his chubby cheeks– the same ones you’ve been dying to squeeze– and pull his face towards you. Your mouth touches his and there is nothing smooth or delicate about it. It’s urgent, desperate almost, and you blush at the thought. He is quick to get out of his trance and to bring you closer with his hands on your waist. He slows down the kiss, leading you, coaching you. He does what he’s been wanting to do since he saw you and he entangles his hands on your hair. It takes a while for you two to separate, and when you do you hide your face on his chest, laughing lightly. His heart is beating like crazy.

“Warn a girl first,” You tease, raising your head to see his eyes shine in the way you love so much.

“Look who’s talking!” He gasps. “You just attacked me!”

“I just… had a lot to say.”

“And what was that?”

“A kiss is worth a thousand words,” You whisper in his ear, laughing as he shivers. “Didn’t you get the memo?”

“I don’t think so,” He pretends to think about it. “Do it again and see if it works.”

Laughing, you start approaching him again. Foreheads touch first. Eyes make contact. And just as your lips were about to touch you hear-

“Is that the girl from the pictures?!”

And if you could hit Lisa, you would.

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can i do ahn hyo seop seeing you for the first time sonce you came back from tour with your idol group?

Hey! Thanks for your request!

Pairing: Ahn Hyoseop x reader

Word count: 200

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He rocked back on his heels, hands thrust deep into his pockets. Hyoseop didn’t want to be seen as anxious, though that was how he felt right now. 

It had been too long.

He had never expected to fall in love with someone in a similar industry as himself. When he envisioned dating, Hyoseop believed it would be his partner waiting for him to have free time. But you had danced your way into his heart and frankly, he liked the balance of him being an actor and you an idol. The busy schedules left him with something to anticipate. 

“Did you wait long?” you asked as soon as you appeared off the bus, Hyoseop uncaring of the rest of your members seeing him take you in a much-needed embrace. 

You smelled sweeter than he remembered.

“Clearly I made you wait forever,” you teased, thumping him once for his sudden hug attack, only to nestle in deeper afterwards. “I missed you too.”

“Don’t go away on tour for so long next time,” he breathed into your hair and you giggled again. “I may be able to understand your busy schedule but it still doesn’t make me miss you any less.”

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I wanted to request for Dr. Park, Dr. Do and Dr. Ahn (Hyoseop) hehe 😅 I'll request on Saturday 😊😉 If it's okay to request for 2 idols + 1 actor 😬

Well, it’s over 200 words. I won’t be able to do this again in the future, I’m afraid! But if I’m going to write Doctor Park, well, it had to be this way.

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Ahn Hyoseop x Do Kyungsoo x reader

Word count: 278

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You found the three doctors standing in the nurses’ station, each one different from the other. Not only were their heights noticeably different, but their style was as well.

Doctor Ahn was the tallest and the most carefree. He was scratching at his fluffy hair in confusion at what Doctor Park was talking about, which only irked the fellow man. Doctor Park was elegant compared to the tallest, everything about the way the man spoke, dressed and walked screamed that he was not only knowledgeable, but he knew of it too. And then your eyes landed on the shortest of the three, a smile crossing your face.

Doctor Do had stopped listening to his colleague entirely. His eyes were glazed over behind his thickly rimmed glasses and he loosely held onto the files within his arms. He was competent but not outwardly showcasing it. Shifting across to the three men, you put on your best smile. 

“Doctors, can I get some assistance?” All three could have easily done the task you needed, but you wanted to choose one specifically. 

“Y/N, what can we help you with?”

Doctor Do’s focus was more alert. Doctor Ahn was eager to escape the ongoing confusion. And Doctor Park insisted on being chosen.

You gestured for him, asking Doctor Park to follow you into the ward. And then you put on your sweetest smile. “Patient Lee has had an accident in his bedding and there’s no one else here strong enough to assist me today. Could you?”

“Me?” He was asserting that he was above these tasks.

“I chose you specifically. Who else would I turn to than the finest doctor we have?”

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