#lee seokmin | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

kathaelipwse · 2 days ago

Text

Texas Sun, Seoul Stars | L.Seokmin {DK}

Pairing: Idol!DK (Seokmin) x Non-Idol!Reader Word Count: 3813 words Reading Time: 14-ish mins Requested: Yes Trope: Childhood Best Friends → Enemies → Lovers Genre: Angst | Fluff | Emotional Reunion | Happy Ending Warnings: Mild Language | Emotional Angst | Yearning | Soft Love | NO PROOF READING WAS DONE Synopsis: Years ago, DK left for South Korea to pursue his dreams, leaving behind a best friend who slowly faded into a stranger. When fate brings him back to Texas, a single encounter reignites old wounds and unresolved feelings. Can he prove that he never truly forgot you, or is it too late for love to bloom again? Author's Note: I’ve always loved the childhood besties-to-lovers trope, but adding the angst of separation and betrayal makes the reunion even sweeter! This one-shot is filled with longing, tension, and a love that never truly faded. Hope you enjoy the emotions DK and the reader go through!

The humid Texas air clung to your skin, a familiar, almost comforting weight. It was a stark contrast to the sterile, air-conditioned office you’d just left, the fluorescent lights still searing afterimages onto your retinas. You rubbed your tired eyes, the city lights blurring into a hazy, shimmering glow. The concert crowd was dispersing, a wave of excited chatter, the clatter of discarded cups, and the flash of phone screens washing over the streets. SEVENTEEN was in town, and the energy, a palpable buzz in the air, spoke of a shared euphoria you’d almost forgotten.

You’d almost forgotten the concert. Almost. It was a cruel twist of fate, their hometown stop. A reminder of a past you’d buried deep, a past that held the ghost of Lee Seokmin, a specter you’d tried to exorcise with years of distance. You hurried down the street, your heels clicking against the cracked pavement, a sharp, insistent rhythm against the city’s hum. You just wanted to get home, to the quiet solitude of your apartment, to escape the echoes of a life you’d left behind, a life that now felt like a faded photograph.

Then, it happened. The impact was jarring, a sudden, brutal interruption to the city's symphony. A sharp, almost painful jolt ran through your shoulder, and you stumbled, a gasp escaping your lips. The scent of expensive cologne, a mix of sandalwood and something subtly sweet, filled your senses. You looked up, a dizzying wave of disbelief washing over you. The neon glow of a nearby sign illuminated his face, etching it in your memory: Lee Seokmin. His features, sharper, more defined, held the weight of years, yet the warmth in his eyes, a familiar, almost painful warmth, remained unchanged.

“You?” His voice was a low rumble, a question and a statement all at once, a deep vibration that resonated through the chaos of the street.

You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence that had suddenly descended around you. Years of buried emotions surged to the surface, a chaotic mix of anger, hurt, and a strange, unwelcome flicker of longing, a ghost of a feeling you thought you’d buried.

“Seokmin,” you managed, your voice barely a whisper, a fragile sound lost in the city's roar.

He reached out, his hand hovering over your arm, then pulled you into a spin, his grip firm, a touch that sent a shiver down your spine. “It’s really you.”

The world tilted, the noise of the crowd fading into a dull hum, as if someone had turned down the volume. You pulled away, your cheeks flushed, your breath ragged, a desperate attempt to regain your composure.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you said, your voice laced with sarcasm, a bitter edge to the words. “Surprise.”

He frowned, his smile faltering, the light in his eyes dimming slightly. “You’re… different.”

“Different how?” you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended, a defensive wall built of years of hurt. “Maybe because years have passed, and people change?”

“You’re cold,” he said, his eyes searching yours, a silent plea for understanding. “You used to be… warmer.”

“I used to be naive,” you retorted, turning to leave, the click of your heels a sharp, defiant sound. “I’ve learned my lesson.”

He grabbed your arm, his grip tightening, a desperate hold. “What’s going on, You? Why are you acting like this?”

“Acting? I’m not acting, Seokmin. This is me. This is who you made me.”

His expression darkened, a flicker of confusion and pain crossing his face. “I made you? What are you talking about?”

“You left,” you said, your voice trembling, the words a raw, painful confession. “You promised, and then you just… disappeared.”

“I didn’t disappear,” he protested, his voice strained. “I tried to stay in touch.”

“Texts that went from daily to weekly to monthly to nothing,” you countered, pulling your arm away, the movement sharp and decisive. “Do you know how that felt? To watch you live your dream, to see you happy, while I was left here, alone?”

His eyes softened, a flicker of guilt crossing his face, a silent admission of his failure. “I’m sorry, You. I was busy. I was… caught up.”

“Caught up?” you scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “You were living your best life, surrounded by fans, by your group. You didn’t need me. You never did.”

“That’s not true,” he said, his voice pleading, a desperate attempt to bridge the chasm between you. “You were always important to me.”

“Important enough to forget?” you asked, your voice breaking, the pain of the past resurfacing like a wound that had never fully healed.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration and regret. “Look, this isn’t the place for this. Can we talk somewhere private?”

You hesitated, your anger warring with a strange, undeniable pull, a flicker of the old affection. He was right. They couldn’t have this conversation on a busy street corner, under the harsh glare of the city lights.

“Fine,” you said, your voice tight, a reluctant agreement. “But make it quick. I have things to do.”

He led you through the crowd, his hand resting gently on your back, a touch that sent a strange warmth through you. They walked in silence, the tension between them thick and heavy, a palpable force in the humid air. He took you to a secluded park, the same park where you used to spend hours as kids, sharing secrets and dreams, a place now heavy with the weight of memory.

The irony wasn’t lost on you. He stopped at their old bench, the weathered wood groaning softly under the weight of time, a silent witness to their shared past. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine, a stark contrast to the sterile air of the city. He turned to you, his eyes searching yours, a silent plea for understanding.

“You, I… I messed up,” he said, his voice raw, the words catching in his throat. “I know I did. I never meant to hurt you.”

“You did, though,” you said, your voice flat, a statement of fact, not an accusation. “You broke your promise. You broke me.”

“I was young,” he pleaded, his voice strained, a desperate attempt to explain. “I was overwhelmed. I didn’t know how to handle everything.”

“That’s not an excuse,” you said, your voice rising, the anger bubbling up again. “You could have called. You could have written. You could have done anything.”

“I wanted to,” he said, his voice desperate, a raw confession. “I wanted to come back. I wanted to see you. But it wasn’t that simple. My company, my schedule… it was impossible.”

“Impossible?” you scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “You made it sound like I was a burden. Like I was holding you back.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said, his voice strained, a desperate attempt to clarify. “I was scared, You. Scared of what would happen if I let myself get distracted. Scared of losing everything.”

“So you lost me instead,” you said, your voice barely a whisper, a quiet accusation that hung heavy in the air.

He stepped closer, his eyes pleading, a silent apology. “I never wanted to lose you. You were my best friend. You were… everything.”

“Don’t,” you said, pushing him away, the movement sharp and defensive. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I mean it,” he said, his voice firm, a raw declaration. “I’ve missed you, You. More than you know.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you said, your voice laced with bitterness, a sardonic edge to the words.

He reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his touch gentle, almost reverent. “Please, believe me. I never stopped thinking about you. I’d look out at the crowd, hoping to see your face. I’d listen to your favorite songs, remembering the way you used to sing along.”

Your heart clenched, a painful ache in your chest. You wanted to believe him, but years of hurt and resentment held you back, a wall of thorns around your heart.

“Why now?” you asked, your voice trembling, a fragile question. “Why are you saying this now?”

“Because I can’t pretend anymore,” he said, his voice raw, a desperate confession. “I can’t keep living with this guilt, with this regret. I need you to know how I feel.”

“And how do you feel?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper, a hesitant question.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin, a whisper of a promise. “I love you, You. I always have.”

Your breath hitched, a sharp intake of air, as if the very air had become charged with an unspoken energy. You’d waited years to hear those words, a silent, aching vigil, but now, they felt foreign, almost surreal, like a melody played on a broken instrument.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice breaking, a desperate plea for him to stop, to not unravel the carefully constructed walls around your heart. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true,” he said, his voice firm, a raw declaration of truth. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. I just didn’t know how to say it, how to reconcile that feeling with the chaos of my life.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes, blurring the familiar lines of his face. “You broke my heart, Seokmin. You can’t just come back and expect everything to be the same.”

“I know,” he said, his voice soft, a gentle acknowledgment of your pain. “I know I can’t erase the past. But I want to try. I want to make it up to you. I want to earn your forgiveness, to prove that I’ve changed.”

You looked at him, your eyes searching his, seeking a flicker of the boy you used to know, the boy who had promised you forever. You saw the sincerity in his gaze, the pain, the regret, the weight of years of unspoken words. A flicker of hope ignited in your chest, a fragile ember in the darkness, a hesitant warmth against the coldness of your resentment.

“How?” you asked, your voice barely audible, a whisper carried on the night breeze. “How can you make it up to me?”

He smiled, a soft, gentle smile that reminded you of the boy you used to know, the boy with the sunshine smile and the boundless energy. “By being here. By being honest. By showing you how much you mean to me, not just with words, but with every action, every moment.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead, a tender touch that sent shivers down your spine. “I’ll never leave you again, You. I promise.”

You closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks, a release of years of pent-up emotion. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to trust him, to let go of the pain and embrace the possibility of a second chance.

You pulled him into a desperate kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair, a silent plea for reassurance. It was a kiss that spoke of years of longing, of unspoken words, of a love that had never truly died, but had simply been buried beneath layers of hurt and misunderstanding.

He kissed you back, his arms tightening around your waist, his lips moving against yours with a fierce tenderness, a desperate attempt to reclaim lost time. The world around you faded away, the noise of the city, the weight of the past, the uncertainty of the future. The only reality was the feel of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours, the silent promise of a new beginning.

They broke apart, their breaths mingling, their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them.

“I hate you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion, a paradoxical declaration of love and pain.

He smiled, a knowing smile, a gentle understanding. “I know you don’t.”

You smiled back, a small, hesitant smile, a fragile bloom of hope. “Maybe not.”

Two years later, you found yourself in Seoul, a city that had once seemed so distant, so unattainable, a world away from the familiar comfort of Texas. You’d moved, a leap of faith fueled by a rekindled love and a desire to rewrite your story, to build a future on the foundation of a shared past. DK had been patient, persistent, a constant presence in your life, bridging the distance with late-night calls, heartfelt texts, and stolen weekends. He’d shown you, through actions and words, that his love was real, his regret genuine, his desire to make amends sincere.

The transition hadn’t been easy. Leaving your familiar life in Texas, the scent of blooming bluebonnets in spring, the taste of sweet tea on a hot summer day, adapting to a new culture, the rapid-fire Korean conversations, the unfamiliar cadence of the language, and navigating the intense scrutiny of DK’s public life had been a whirlwind, a dizzying dance between the familiar and the foreign. But you weren’t alone. DK was your safe haven, a constant presence in the storm.

Their relationship, once a secret whispered in the dark, a fragile bloom hidden from the world, was now public. The initial backlash had been harsh, a storm of online hate and invasive paparazzi, their lenses flashing like predatory eyes. But DK had stood firm, protecting you with a fierce determination that melted your heart, a shield against the world’s harsh judgment. He’d spoken publicly about their history, about his mistakes, and about his unwavering love for you, silencing the critics not with anger, but with sincerity and vulnerability.

Now, you were a part of his world, a world of flashing lights and adoring fans, of late-night studio sessions and early-morning schedules, of the constant hum of creativity and the relentless pressure of fame. It was chaotic, demanding, and utterly exhilarating, a world you were learning to navigate, hand in hand with the man you loved.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day at the studio, the air thick with the residue of sweat and creativity, DK returned to your shared apartment, a haven of warmth and familiarity in the bustling city. He found you in the kitchen, your hair pulled back in a messy bun, your face flushed from the heat of the stove, the scent of simmering spices filling the air. The aroma of a familiar Texas dish, a hearty chili with a hint of smoky chipotle, filled the air, a comforting reminder of home, a taste of your roots in this foreign land.

He slipped his arms around your waist, the warmth of his body a comforting weight against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder, the stubble grazing your skin, a familiar, grounding sensation. “Smells amazing,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, a vibration that resonated through your entire being.

You leaned back against him, a soft smile gracing your lips, a smile that spoke of contentment and love. “Just trying to bring a little bit of Texas to Seoul.”

He kissed the nape of your neck, his lips lingering, a gentle caress. “You bring sunshine wherever you go.”

“Smooth,” you teased, turning to face him, your eyes sparkling with affection. “How was your day?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, a gesture of weariness. “Long. We were working on a new track. It’s… intense. The energy is wild.”

“I’m sure it’ll be amazing,” you said, your eyes filled with admiration, a genuine belief in his talent. “You always make magic.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re biased.”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing, a blush that spoke of love.

He pulled you closer, his eyes searching yours, a silent question passing between you. “How was your day? Did you finish that translation project?”

“Almost,” you said, your brow furrowing slightly, a hint of frustration in your voice. “It’s harder than I thought. Some of the nuances are tricky, the cultural context, the subtle shifts in meaning.”

“You’ll figure it out,” he said, his voice reassuring, a gentle confidence in your abilities. “You always do.”

He lifted you onto the kitchen counter, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent declaration of his love. “You know,” he said, his voice low, a husky whisper, “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You blushed, your heart fluttering, a familiar warmth spreading through your being. “You say that a lot.”

“Because it’s true,” he said, his voice sincere, a raw honesty that made your heart ache. “I never thought I’d find happiness like this. I never thought I’d have a second chance, a chance to rewrite the past and build a future with you.”

You reached out, cupping his face in your hands, your touch gentle, almost reverent. “You deserve to be happy, Seokmin. You deserve all the good things in the world.”

He leaned into your touch, his eyes filled with love, a love that had weathered every storm. “And you, You, you deserve to be loved. To be cherished. To be treated like the queen you are.”

He kissed you, a slow, tender kiss that spoke of years of longing, of forgiveness, of a love that had weathered every storm, a testament to the enduring power of second chances.

They broke apart, their breaths mingling, their eyes locked, a silent promise passing between them.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, a declaration of a love that had bloomed in the face of adversity.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice barely audible, a whisper of a love that had found its way home.

He grinned, a wide, radiant grin that lit up his entire face, a smile that spoke of joy and contentment. “You know,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, a playful glint in their depths, “I think we deserve a celebration.”

“A celebration?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, a playful challenge in your voice.

He nodded, his grin widening, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “A celebration of us. Of our love. Of our second chance. And I know just the way to celebrate.”

He pulled you into his arms, lifting you effortlessly, his laughter echoing through the apartment, a joyful sound that filled the space. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the city lights, the skyline a breathtaking backdrop to your love, a panorama of twinkling lights that mirrored the stars in your eyes.

He carried you to their bedroom, his laughter a melody that chased away the shadows of the past. He laid you gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent promise of tenderness and passion. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky, a raw declaration of his desire.

You reached out, tracing the lines of his face, the familiar contours that had been etched in your memory since childhood, the laugh lines around his eyes that spoke of shared joy, the strong jawline that hinted at his unwavering determination. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, your eyes sparkling with affection.

He kissed you, a passionate, all-consuming kiss that sent shivers down your spine, a kiss that spoke of years of longing, of forgiveness, of a love that had finally found its way home. The world outside faded away, the noise of the city, the weight of the past, the uncertainty of the future. The only reality was the feel of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours, the silent promise of a shared future.

You made love, a slow, tender dance of bodies and souls, a celebration of your love, a testament to your second chance. Each touch was a whispered promise, each caress a silent declaration of love. It was a dance of forgiveness and acceptance, a symphony of shared breaths and tangled limbs.

Later, you lay tangled in the sheets, the city lights twinkling outside your window, a breathtaking panorama of urban beauty. The silence was comfortable, filled with unspoken words and shared dreams, a quiet intimacy that spoke volumes.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice soft, a gentle caress against your skin, “I still can’t believe you’re here. With me.”

You smiled, your head resting on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby. “Me neither. But I’m glad I am.”

He kissed your forehead, his lips lingering, a tender blessing. “Me too. More than you know.”

He pulled you closer, his arms tightening around you, a possessive embrace that spoke of his fear of losing you again. “I’m never letting you go again, You. I promise.”

You closed your eyes, your heart filled with a warmth that spread through your entire being, a feeling of contentment and peace. “I know you won’t,” you whispered, your voice filled with trust, a quiet confidence in his love.

You drifted off to sleep, your bodies entwined, your love a beacon in the darkness, a testament to the power of second chances, of forgiveness, and of a love that had found its way back home. The Texas sun, once a distant memory, had found its reflection in the Seoul stars, and together, you shone brighter than ever, a testament to the enduring power of a love that had overcome distance, time, and heartbreak.

The years that followed were a tapestry woven with threads of joy and sorrow, of laughter and tears, of the mundane and the extraordinary. There were quiet nights spent curled up on the couch, watching old movies and sharing takeout, and there were glamorous red carpet events, the flash of cameras a constant presence in your lives. There were moments of doubt and insecurity, the lingering shadows of the past threatening to resurface, but there were also countless moments of unwavering love and support, a constant reminder that you were not alone.

You learned to navigate the complexities of DK’s public life, the constant scrutiny, the invasive questions, the relentless pressure to be perfect. You found strength in his love, in his unwavering determination to protect you, in his quiet confidence in your ability to handle anything that came your way.

You also built your own life in Seoul, a life that was separate from, but intertwined with, DK’s. You pursued your passion for translation, finding fulfillment in bridging cultural divides, in bringing stories to new audiences. You made friends, found a community, created a home away from home.

There were challenges, of course. The language barrier was a constant hurdle, the cultural differences sometimes jarring. There were moments of homesickness, a longing for the familiar comforts of Texas. But through it all, you had seokmin, your constant, your anchor, your love.

---

77 notes · View notes

youngwonhui · 3 days ago

Text

✦ picture of a perfect rose | ch. 1

*•. member: Seokmin x afab readers

*•. summary: in total years of your whole life, you met Seokmin only twice. That will change drastically starting now. Because the young King is unfortunately a good person, loves his mother, and a true believer in good of people. No matter how hard it is to find and how cold he looks outside.

*•. genre: arranged marriage, royalty au, strangers to lovers, slowburn,

*•. wc: 13k

*•. warnings: eventual smut, minors DNI, depiction of food

*•. crossposted on AO3

*•. masterlist

chapter 1 | chapter 2

Until the present minute of your whole life, you met Seokmin only twice.

The former crown prince, present King.

Once when you were in children school. Or kindergarten, only it’s manage by the royal family and used to educate any children with a prospect future inside the kingdom’s management. Generals, royal advocates, head of managements, and clerks.

So many clerks.

Of course the position didn’t came guaranteed. Only selected few are taught and handpicked by the core royal family themselves. Nepotism runs deep. No matter how arbitrary the system has made it to these modern days. Although they held no absolute power over governments, the royal family remain dipping their hands in their very own selection honeypot of authority.

It doesn’t help that the head of monarch are previously held by a mad queen. In a silly goofy mood to determined the whole nation that life means nothing. Her legacy left the royal family lists of will that she had cleverly sets in motion in time before her sudden passing.

And now, this is where you met Seokmin for the second time.

It was a normal bleak day. The free coffee spread out in a table outside the library still tastes stale. But its free. So you took one and proceed inside. Finding the only table strategically placed near direct sunlight. The vast gothic library might be your favourite place in the building, but it doesn’t hide the fact that the mostly vacant place are often dusty and dank.

Frowning deeply, you twirl the pen in your fingers. Hoping the calculus problem will solve itself. Blowing a puff of air into the bounded books, you’re fighting the urge to open the window bigger and chuck the probable historic artifact out into the green lawn outside. Being in the royal academy doesn’t mean that you have your future perfectly laid out on a parchment paper. Being an only daughter of a mere merchant and a retired royal midwife lands you this track. You’re perfectly thankful, as its open many ways to a higher opportunities. But living alone among all the oddball bunch of power hungry people isn’t much to your liking.

Sometimes you just want to cook. Simply cook just for other people to fill their appetite. Become someone ordinary and needed.

Your mind wander that day. From the slightly cool breeze flowing through the small gaps of the window and into how quiet the library has been. None directed to the materials in front of you. And none of the usual muffled shuffling and pages turning that’s easily associated to the library.

Odd. But your mind are nowhere to notice the minuscule oddities.

That is until a single sound echoing closer to you. One feet planted into another against the old wooden floor until it stopped right in front of your table. Looking up, unsure, you registered that the person stood before are Seokmin, but your reflexes had truly betrayed you that day. It left you gawking like a bird that has lost its bearing. Mouth wide open as your eyes transfixed into Seokmin’s face. All stoic yet isn’t rigid, not necessary cold but there’s a certain aloofness that had left you wondering that the newly crowned king has been missing some warmth in his life.

With your eyes still trained on one another, millions of thought running through your mind regarding any reason that TheKing would pay you a surprise visit. You barely even registering that said king has taken his seat across you. On a dingy old, probably slightly askew library chair. His personal detailed security are posted in every aisle, all within reach on any sudden distress, but far away enough to not let any conversation between you both made audible.

“You know who i am?” Seokmin begins, still with unchanging expression on his face. You can only nod as Seokmin clears his throat to seemingly prepares himself. “You’re Y/n right?” You can only blink as an answer. Genuinely flustered at the simplest of question. “I’m gonna get this done and over with. After mom- the queen had passed, she had left a few pages of wills. Most are unmentionable to you, or even me for that matter, but there are one item. She’s hoping for you to be the next queen.”

“Pardon me, but by the next queen do you mean-” Even your own thought sounds ridiculous in your head, unable to let your lips to even finished the words. It hangs around the air, floating with the cold breeze.

“Yes.” Seokmin nodded in resolute. “It means to be my wife.”

In total years of your whole life, you met Seokmin only twice.

That will change drastically starting now.

Because the young king are unfortunately a good person, loves his mother, and a true believer in good of people. No matter how hard it is to find and how cold he looks outside.

In the event of the late queen questionable passing, Seokmin are left with myriad of tasks and none are personally directed to him. Until the royal attorney handed him the last page of his mother’s will. All filled with only your name and a mention of who your parents are, it continues to her last plea of wanting Seokmin to made you his wife. The next queen.

The request baffled him. Plagued his nights, even before his coronation.

His mother is not the most sane nor logical person he met, but still is his mother. Between the long intricate weaving of time in his life, there are threads where his mother had provide a sense of understanding of what’s good and right in his whirlwind of life. Other than that, his mother might be seen arranging a plan to built unusual building and organization which ceased to be useful. Or firing the head historian of the national museum because they forgot to change the monthly banner exhibition.

Her reputation precedes her. But in the reality of the kingdom ruled in a mixed monarchy, strangeness are the air that most people breathe everyday.

But this strange ‘request’ from the king baffle you the most.

What drove you wilder are you having to go through a class of algebra right after. And only after that, you drag yourself back to your dorm and sat on the ratty old sofa. Only after that your mind eventually caught up on the event on the library.

You scramble to fish out your phone from your bag and quickly dialed up your mom. The light of sunset streaming through the blinds somewhat calms you down as you waited for your mom to answer.

“Hello darling-”

“Mom.” You paused, breath hitched after the soft crackling noises that followed your mother’s voice. “Didn’t you used to work in the palace? For the queen?”

“Yes.”

“Today i got a very strange request. From the king.”

“The king? Lee Seokmin?”

“Yeah. He asked me to be his wife.”

There was silence on the other side. The soft crackling slowly increases to a rustles and shuffling as you realized your mother are moving away somewhere before she could talk about the matter more closely with you.

“Darling,” your mother begins. “H-how? This is no matter to joke about.”

“Mom, me going to this school is already ridiculous enough. Do you think i’m about to add more ridiculous things on top of that.”

“We’ve talked about this, you have every right to go to that school. You’re smart, intelligent and more logical than half of the people that goes there.” Your mother sighed as she paused. “So, it’s really Seokmin? Why though.”

You know it’s a serious matter, but your mother’s innocent question can’t help to draw a smile to your face.

You then explained the event of the day. Mostly about Seokmin. How he left you with his personal number that you can reach and you also explained that he’s doing this out of the late queen’s will.

“And who knows what other things she might’ve mentioned for me. How does she even know me? Is it wrong that i didn’t want to believe any of her words? She’s not a very reliable person, you know. Throughout her life.”

“She’s just a very kind person. For the brief time that i know and cared for her. Rest in peace her soul.”

Upon your mother’s word, you felt a little lump in your throat. Feeling like you just judged a person based on no less than zero personal interaction. The queen could be the most genius person, but you could never knew that.

But it seems like the whole kingdom currently shares your sympathy.

“Mom, what do you think i should do?”

“If you think that this offer is a mean to escape. Then i believe you already know your answer. And before you want to deny that it is not an escape, darling i know you best.”

True.

Your mother know you hate this place. Your mother also knows that rejecting the placement on the royal college will resulted in unimaginable repercussions. Especially is said placement is gifted by the late queen herself. Your mother also know how you’re aware of how sorry she is for you.

“How do you feel mom?”

After a long stretch of silence, your question startles your mother across the phone.

“About?”

“Having a king as your son-in-law.”

Your mother laughs. You terribly missed hearing it.

In theory, the process of being married are clear to you. In theory.

In your weird and somewhat absurd reality, the process of your own marriage went like a whirlwind of tornado hitting you on a perfectly sunny afternoon.

After a short and concise phonecall to Seokmin, which surprised even yourself when the man managed to answer the call at 2 AM. Why are you calling in such hour? You don’t even know yourself.

On the call, Seokmin assures you that the conversation are secure and that he is alone. You’re thankful that Seokmin doesn’t bombard you with question right away. He lets you stretch out the silence. Until you ask him the question that’s been bugging you the whole time.

“Why? Why do you want to do this. You could’ve ignored your mother’s request and went on with your reign.”

“I don’t know how it looks like to you or other people in the world. But i very much love my mother. And the kingdom she left me with. There could be anyone for me to be married to, but- but my mother chooses you. Meaning she somehow believes and trusts you above all.”

“And, do you? Trust her?”

“I trusts her kindness.”

You remember that night, the phone call that you wordlessly ended after Seokmin’s words.

The next day, as if you’re already expecting the sleek black mercedes that picks you up in front of the dorm, you had packed most of your necessities into a duffle bag. On a foggy morning, you left your old life behind.

Welcomed by Seungkwan, Seokmin’s very own PR person/assistant, he lead you through the quiet hallways of the palace and into Seokmin’s very own residence. He assures you that you will have your very own on-site guide and helpers to get you acclimate around the palace. Be it navigation, manners, or any single important point to watch out from other people inside the court. Seungkwan was kind, but you only feel like he’s kind enough because its his job. The ipad he hold on and scroll through the timetable felt like a weapon.

Half of yourself felt thankful for your past education in the royal college, it gets you familiar enough to any person of interest in the palace. As well as attuning your dull senses to the hustle and bustle of the palace around the big day of your marriage.

At least you can choose between sand and beige for the dinner napkin.

For the couple that’s advertised as long time friend and has been secretly close to each other, you barely sees Seokmin. Even when you’re lounging in the parlor where he usually spend the morning getting briefed by Seungkwan or occasionally the head of military. Who you hasn’t yet formally introduced to.

Heck, you’ve caught glimpse of Seokmin’s security more than the king himself.

That’s how your palace life has been so far.

Until the day of your wedding. For the reason of still in mourning of the late queen, you and Seokmin gets to have a more private wedding in the palace rather than the usual extravagance of the past occasion.

Definitely not to blown your cover that you’re not Seokmin’s old childhood sweetheart. And only happened to be here because his mother’s late insanity bequest.

Annoyingly, it was a beautiful day. The perfect weather as most flowers has begin to bloom.

You’re mostly fiddling with the material of your glove. As beautiful it is to compliment your wedding attire, the material felt itchy on your skin. You decided having it off for awhile isn’t a treason. While being gifted a moments of silence as you wait for the ceremony to start, you heard a knock through the door. Soon it opened to reveal Seokmin.

“Sorry, am i disturbing you?”

“Oh, no, not at all.” You tries to scramble off of your seat.

The elaborate wedding dress however, making you regret not paying attention to how the stylists has helped you to do the most minuscule things such as sitting down. Because now you almost tripped from one of the part of said wedding dress. It happened so quickly and you can feel a double heart attack incoming, one from the fear of ripping apart the beautiful piece of clothing and the other from the possible impact of your body to the cold marble floor.

But it never came.

You unconsciously closed your eyes to prepare for the pain, but instead you’re propped into a sturdy body as hands keeping you secure. One wrapping around your waist and one to your flailing hand.

“Are you alright?”

You snapped back to your surrounding once you realize Seokmin has leaped to your rescue. But of course, you wobble on your steps. Managing to be free of Seokmin’s hold around your waist, yet his hand still held yours to keep you balanced.

“I’m good. Good.” You paused, heartbeat racing and painfully aware of how Seokmin has his hands around yours. “What’s up?”

Great way to playing it cool.

“I- i know i’m not supposed to be here, but i just want to give you this.”

Seokmin fished out something shiny out his pocket. You barely registered the object as Seokmin easily wrap it around your wrist. Your eyes travels back and forth from Seokmin and to the bracelet. The shine of both the jewelry and a small smile on Seokmin’s face felt blinding all the same.

“It was my mother’s. An old one. Because i remember her wearing it when i was little.”

“Your highness, it’s too much.” You paused, catching the slight change in Seokmin’s face upon your words. “I mean it is beautiful, obviously. It might be too precious for me to wear.”

Even from the brief moment you look at it, the intricate details and the shine astound you. You’re thinking about the bracelet.

“I think my mother would love to see it on you. Especially on a special day like this” Seokmin trained his eyes around the bracelet, and eventually to the hand he still held.

In the silence, the weight on your hand grew tenfold. You couldn’t decide whether it’s from the bracelet or from Seokmin’s touch.

In fairness, you should’ve known that being his wife meant having Seokmin close to you and acted like you both shares a deep affection for each other. Emphasis on act.

You feel like you’ve failed even a basic of interaction.

Seokmin didn’t dare to look at your face. Choosing to keep his eyes down and to the span of your wrist and to the connected hands. Eventually he gently lets you go after making sure you’re on your sure footing and nod to you one last time before making his way out.

He stops before opening the door. Turning on his feet and facing you once more.

“And please, just call me Seokmin.”

The next time you see Seokmin, it’ll be down the aisle. With your father by your side. Clinging to his arm, you tries to mask the nervousness. Matching your breathing with every step you take. You had thanked any god that you didn’t cry when your father hugged you just before the door to the chapel opened. His whispers of support with every steps you take.

You had foregoes the glove altogether. You didn’t missed the stink eye the stylist has given you upon that decision. But couldn’t care less.

By the end of the aisle, Seokmin bowed his head to him before accepting your hand. Given reluctantly from your father. You felt the warmth on Seokmin’s touch. It ease your mind a little. Despite the somewhat stoic expression he’s wearing.

Seokmin looks stunning up close. You tries to steal glances every now and then because the officiates are doing god knows what part of the tradition to marry you two. By the looks of it, Seokmin are tuning the words like you, just the same. You inspect the high cheekbone, taut. And a few visible beauty marks adorning just the side of his face. You almost flinch when he faces you altogether.

“…i do.”

Shit, it’s your turn.

“Do you, Y/n Y/Ln take Lee Seokmin to be your husband. Care for him, comfort him, and protect him with all you might, while also honouring him as the King of this court, the very one you resided?”

You hadn’t paid full attention to the question directed to Seokmin, but the ones for you sounded more like a threat by the end. You pray to say no and just flee this instance. Your head almost spinning, quite matching the racing heartbeat that drums your chest ever since those door opens to your new future.

Everything is set in motion the moment you took the chance to call Seokmin that night. But it all felt too real when you see the many pairs of eyes sets to you. From the ones that swore to protect you and varies to ones that wouldn’t hesitate to use you to fulfil their plans. You brought this situation on your own, you might as well held on to the one thing that you believe will protect you.

“I do.”

You squeeze Seokmin’s hand a bit. Scared if the strength leave your body suddenly.

“And with this, and the power vested in me, i declare you both husband and wive.”

With a swift motion. Much like an organized, choreographed sets of movement, Seokmin leans closer and kissed you. Brief enough to not be an awkward peck. He held your hands tighter when the piano and string quartets brought their version of Liebestraum to a crescendo as you slowly pulls away and faced the crowd behind you.

“I present to you. The new queen for his majesty, king Seokmin.”

There are cheers around the room. Spot of tears of your mother by the corner of your eyes. You can’t bear to look directly at her. Fear of her action mirrors at you.

Beside you, Seokmin finally smiles. His eyes creases to a moon, stretching down to his lips that’s opened to his rows of pearly whites. You blinked at the sight, thinking about how unfamiliar it looks to you. You felt privileged.

You have to get used to this.

The reception later that night was something else. Seungkwan kept giving you thumbs up, assuring you that you’re doing great. Seokmin seems like he didn’t need assurance to keep up the act. He remained by your side, keeping you close, and holding your hand to give off the effect. He also often whispers to you who’s the old man in uniform which currently making his way to the two of you.

You feel like your teeth went dry with the amount of smiling you’ve done that night. Your feet is also killing you.

“Hey, do you want to get out of here?”

You and Seokmin are quite far away from the guests, so you have no worries of anyone eavesdropping. But him saying this to you in private, during the most public appearance you’ve done throughout the brief time of being a queen? It sent a jolt of surprise through your body.

You’re snapped back when you hear the melodic sound of Seokmin’s laughter. His hand rests on your hips naturally.

“I don’t mean it to sound so sleazy.” He paused to look down at your choice of footwear. Silently noticing how you squirmed and shifts your stance every now and then. “I meant that if you want a little break from all of this?”

Seokmin looks back to the crowds mingling around the vast hall of the main palace. It’s been decorated beautifully. Although modest. Keeping with the lowkey and private vibe. Totally not because of the plan of rushing the wedding.

You took a deep breath, holding on to your third glass of champagne. Scanning the room of people that’s keeping conversation to themselves, but you know the talking points of said conversation. You and Seokmin.

So you decided to pushed through. Treating this like the first test. If you disappear now, you’d feel like you’re losing with the mental game. Seokmin only hold your hand tighter. Before turning to another general- whatever, who had come over to give out congratulation.

Seokmin vacate your side at times. Hushed conversation with his head bodyguard. Wonwoo. Who introduced himself formally just yesterday. Making your way to the snack bar, as you eyed the wide array of finger foods.

“I wouldn’t eat that if i were you.” Your words stopped the hands reaching out across for the beef tartare. “At least not that one piece. Have the one right there, i think that’s still fresh.”

“Why thank you. You save me from a possible food poisoning.”

“Yeah, that one looks like it’s been sitting out here for too long. You have to look for a fresher ones.” You reasoned to the stranger. Clad in a nondescript black suit. Looks too meticulously tailored and with a hint of silk shirt, so he couldn’t be a part of Wonwoo’s team. You remember the one lesson mentioning that the royal guards, head by Wonwoo wore strictly wool shirt.

“Yoon Jeonghan.” The stranger offer his hand, which you accept gladly.

“Hello, i’m Y/n.”

“I know you.” Jeonghan smiled a little. Controlled, and meaningful, while his eyes kept to you. “I mean, yeah. You’re kind of the person of interest here.”

“Why it should be, it’s my wedding day.”

“That’s correct.”

You can’t help to feel like Jeonghan are watching your every movement to study you. Like keeping you in check out of suspicion. But you remain calm. Fighting through this interaction while Jeonghan doesn’t break his gaze at you. Seemingly noticing your awareness.

“Oh, pardon me i haven’t fully introduced myself. I’m the chief of police. A friend of Seokmin.”

You blinked through Jeonghan’s words. Mentally scolding yourself for not keeping more tabs toward the man in front of you.

A man of power which possibly checking out your cover.

“Ahh, of course. Seokmin tells me about you sometimes.” You calmly replied.

Jeonghan only laughs. Somehow it worries you.

Moments later, as absurd as the brief conversation goes, Jeonghan left you abruptly after a stretch of uncomfortable silence.

Not long after, Seokmin comes to you with Seungkwan in tow.

“So, here’s the plan.” Seungkwan begins, huddling you and Seokmin close. You can spot Wonwoo a few meter behind Seokmin. “It’s late and frankly i’m tired with these fake people. You both can sneak out and my team can slowly ushered these party to end.”

“Will it be okay though?” Your concern are quickly brushed off by the two.

“If you want to stay these crowd can lasts until the sunrise. And fear not, because we have all the resource to keep them so.” Seungkwan points out.

“But i don’t want that. They’re essentially partying on the tax money. So if we sneak out, Seungkwan and his team have a reason to break this party.”

Makes sense.

You agreed and Seokmin wastes no time to laced his fingers through yours. He lead you through a few people and then a quieter hallway. Behind, you can hear the hurried footsteps of Wonwoo and his team. You braced yourself for a long walk back to Seokmin’s residence.

Oh yeah, it’s yours too now.

When you steps into the kitchen at the break of dawn, you spotted Seokmin. Hunched over the quartz countertop with a few papers scattered around. The warm lighting only manage to light up himself while the rest of the room remain dark. The sun are barely in the horizon.

Seokmin noticed you with a nod, then turning back to the paper in hand.

Last night, once the front door of the residence closed, Seokmin immediately lets go of his hold. He mumbled a quick goodnight before turning in to his room. You waste no time to abandon your heels and carrying it back to your own room. Adjacent by Seokmin’s.

Woken up by your darn body clock, and an additional hangover, you tries to busied yourself with making yourself an early breakfast. Yet your eyes couldn’t help but glance at the way Seokmin still has his dress shirt and trousers from yesterday. If you’re nosy enough you’ll also spot his leather shoes are still well on.

But you focused on whisking your omelette.

After two fried bread and a glass of juice, you manage to finish your plate. On the other side of the large countertop. Seokmin by the other end.

You feel like you should leave. Ruffle no feathers on Seokmin already troubled mind. But you feel like a plate of omelette wouldn’t hurt him.

Of course you had learned all of Seokmin’s food restriction. So you’re sure of the safety of the food.

“I made too much omelette, you should have some while it’s still warm.”

Your words catch Seokmin’s attention. His eyes glance to you and the yellow buttery warmth that you had sneakily slid into his vicinity. You mumbled a good night before leaving Seokmin to his own device.

You slept in and only woke up when the sun is high.

After getting ready and scrolling through your phone for your schedule, you could hear loud shuffling footsteps from the parlor. You curiously follows it, exiting the room and walking down the hallway. There was a little commotion, loud argument thrown around the room, strangely the sound came closer to you.

“Oh, Y/n-”

Almost loosing your footing from the surprise appearance of Seokmin and his close friends following behind, a hand shot up and steady your faltering balance. Preventing you to eat shit in front of some probable generals.

“Hello, good..morning?”

“It’s well past noon.”

“It’s the day after their wedding, shut it.”

“You both. Clam it.”

There’s following murmurs and voiced out thoughts from Seokmin’s friends. You try to hide the embarrassment that’s spreading from your neck.

“I, er, i have some urgent meeting. Seungkwan can assist you for today.” Seokmin hurriedly pivot around you, his hands slowly retracting while eyeing his friends to follow him. “I’ll be in the study if you need me.”

With that, out goes Seokmin and in goes Seungkwan.

You tries to keep a straight face but the initial embarrassment never left your mind. Even after Seungkwan led you to the palace tea room and a few garden. Even after he introduces you to the PR team that will follow you.

You had secretly anticipating some sort of hostilities towards the position you earned. But you had never thought it would come from someone as close as Seokmin’s own close friends.

“…and then, you can prepare for tours and visits. The first one, since you- Y/n.”

“Huh? Yeah?”

“Are you listening to me?” Came a stern question from Yeri. A new assistant assigned to you. Now that you’re officially a queen.

“Tours?” You answer abashedly.

In the late afternoon, you had offered Yeri a quick break with tea and then begins her briefing that’s barely making it’s way to your attention. You only mindlessly sipping the warm chamomile as Yeri rambling on across the kitchen island.

“Sorry, i’ll pay attention.”

Yeri sighed, glancing at her wristwatch before making her way to your side. Your eyes follows as she take a seat and not-so-gently placed her ipad on the table.

“I know this is hard. And so sudden. But you’ve been so good, all that etiquette classes and all the royal bullshit.” Even in her whispers, you can hear Yeri’s strong and her aura of determination. “I am sorry i couldn’t help to assist you sooner, but now i’m here. I will help you. But you have to help me too, these visitations and tours are important to build your public image to the people. Also it will be the foundation for your own defense against anyone who would want to harm you.”

Yeri’s words rings in your mind that night.

She left after you prepared dinner, not before she repeated the whole itinerary for the upcoming visitations and tours. You tries to help with managing things that you can truly do. Simply because, you don’t wanna be seen just parading around the country in sleek cars and clothes. You truly want to do something within those public appearance. Yeri gave you nods of approval before scribbling plans as she munched on the wagyu-don you had whisk out in hurry. Her hums after each bite sends your worry away for today.

The next morning, you’re woken up early again. Although there’ll be no going back to bed.

You dragged your feet into the kitchen, desperate for a cup of coffee to keep you awake in the early hour. You don’t expect the coffee machine is occupied by another person.

“Good morning.”

You can only manage a hum as a reply. Partly conscious of how you must’ve look, just crawled out of the bed and in your mismatching pyjama.

“You want some coffee?” Seokmin asked you, after the noise of the coffee grinder had ceased and he skilfully tamping and operates the coffee machine.

“Yeah sure.” Came your reply.

“Americano okay with you?”

Can’t really find the words, you ended up nodding lightly. The sun barely peeking out from the blinds covering the huge windows, and Seokmin is awake and offering you coffee. You shook your head to gets your head back into your senses.

“Do you not sleep?”

Your question doesn’t came unprompted. His shirt doesn’t have a noticeable creases that shows if he’s slept in it. Instead, it looks like he’s sat leaning on his back the whole night.

Seokmin gaze at you for a moment, caught off guard from your question.

“I fall asleep in the studies. After the others gone.”

“Your friends?”

“Yeah, you can call them that.” Seokmin chuckled, pouring the espresso into cups before the hot water to finish the Americano. He wastes no time to take a sip of the scalding hot drink.

“Do you want breakfast?”

“You know we can call the cook to came over and do it for you right?”

“I know.” You already picks up a pan and turn on the burner. “But i like doing it by myself. Why? Am i not allowed to?”

“No- no, i just don’t want you to think that you have to cook and clean around the place.” Seokmin waves his hand hastily.

“Don’t worry i won’t clean. I’m not good at it. I just love to cook, i might need someone to do groceries though.” There’s a sizzle coming from the pan, it follows the rhythm of your knife against the chopping board.

Seokmin suddenly feels his appetite growing from the new sight in front of him.

“Remind me again why we should give you sweatpants?”

“Yeri, would you rather i run sprint or getting tackled in the football fields? Either one, I can’t do in vintage Dior dress. Now give me a pair of sneakers too. I know you packed some on the trunk.”

Yeri huffs before signalling to someone. You chuckled in victory, handing Yeri your previously worn heels. Then you make a show of stretching in front of her. The smile remain on your face.

Today was your visitation to a school on a countryside. Coincidentally, the school celebrating a sports day. Luckily you were invited to participate.

“Okay, you can run.” Yeri eventually answers, before typing away on her phone. Presumably to report to someone.

“Yeri, sprint and football both required running.”

“Alone, please run straight and alone. I can’t have you get tackled or hit with a ball. Sprint it is.”

You smile in victory, Yeri huffed before scanning your surrounding. There are a sizeable crowds taking place. Both student, parents, and teachers keen to the spectacle of the new queen running and possibly even stumbling on the concrete.

You don’t know what came over you. Saying yes to the invitation with no hesitancy whatsoever. The tour was getting a bit exhausting in repetition. Waving and shaking hands with people you barely know. Your smile had begin to turn too fake for your liking. So the minute you’re offered an invitation, you quickly agreed. Needing some sort of change.

You’re aware of the crowd around you, scattered bodyguards mingling. You don’t fear for danger, only of embarrassment. In case you pathetically stumble on an untied shoelace. But you appreciate the certain anxiousness that came over you. It distract you from the situation inside the residence.

“Please, please don’t get hurt. Or fall embarrassingly.” You can hear Yeri softly whispers as you took your position at the start. Beside you, a few chosen parents and teacher stood in line.

“Weird, you’re reading my mind.” You said with a smile.

“For someone who’s scared of falling, you’re looking too chipper your highness.”

You have gotten close with Yeri. Spending days almost together will do that. It also doesn’t help that she’s the only one who treats you kindly. Like another human being.

You gave her a reassuring pat before shooing her away. The MC has announced that the sprint is about to start. You sighed before taking your position.

Just like it’s name, it passes by quick. The shotgun signal at the start and your body moves. Legs reacting to the sound as you grit your teeth in determination. In theory, your body know the mechanics of running. So you let your heart pumps adrenaline and your legs move, one after the other.

Before you know it, it was over. Yeri came rushing to you, a little skip in her step as you eventually finishes the length of 100 metres. You can only catch your breath, fighting the urge to lay down the floor. You truly underestimated the importance of warming up.

“Oh my god, you didn’t fall.” Yeri whisper through a smile.

“Do i win?”

“One of your competition is the PE teacher. You stood no chance.”

“Well. I think i sprained my ankle for nothing.”

You only grin when Yeri hissed beside you.

The whole ride back to the palace, Yeri looks like her hair burned down. Muttering how Seokmin would have her head. You waved off the thought as you walked limply beside her. Skilfully avoiding people to minimize unwanted gossips among the court.

Eventually arriving at the empty residence, you went straight to the sofa and plopped down. While Yeri hurriedly fetching you ice to compress your ankle. The sight of her fussing over you brought a warmth in your heart. A complete opposite behaviour from your own husband.

“Well at least the public likes it right?” You tries to lighten the mood, but Yeri throws you a glare.

“Okay maybe it was a good idea to build your image. I admit defeat your highness.”

You raises your palm for a high five but only left hanging.

Suddenly a loud banging of door being opened stole the attention. It came from Seokmin’s study. The sound of people arguing then became audible to you.

“Well then we can tell them to fuck off.”

“Seokmin, we have to be delicate with this.”

“I have tried but-”

“You’re being stubborn.”

“I will if it’s the matter with the government and those darn ‘nobles’.”

Before you could avoid any eyes, Seokmin appears in the parlour. Welcomed by the sight of Yeri compressing ice to your raised ankle. And still clad in a sweatpants.

Wonwoo cleared his throat to break the silence. Immediately, Seokmin turns to him and gather his scattered thoughts.

“Chan, please update me on the situation. And know that the argument still isn’t finished.”

The other, Chan—who you had learned is a five star general, huffed a sigh before bidding a curt goodbye and left the residence with heavier thuds in his steps.

There’s a lot of glancing around the room. The tension are rivalling a mexican stand-offs. Who would talk first and opened the can of worms on what’s going on. This is totally not how you imagined today will went out.

“Okay, how about we called it for today? Would you look at that! It’s time to get off work. Come on everyone let’s step out.”

Seungkwan bites the bullet. Ushering people to shuffle out of the residence and left you with Seokmin. Yeri gave you an apologetic look before stepping out. Dodging your silent plea for help as she handed you the cold compress.

After the front door clicking close, Seokmin broke off of his frozen state and silently sit near you. It felt like ages since you saw him. Being on packed touring schedule and Seokmin holed in meetings of his King duty, you had unknowingly missed being in his presence.

“Tough day at work?” You begins, feeling out the mood as you kept the ice on your ankle. Seokmin only chuckles.

“I almost burst a blood vessel arguing with my friend. So, yeah, tough.” The exhaustion are apparent in his voice. “You? Care to explain what happened?”

“Long story short i should’ve done more warmup before doing a 100 metres sprint. Now i have a slight sprain.” You gestures to your ankle. Seokmin’s eyes could bore a hole to your leg.

The initial tension still remain in the room. Seemingly growing higher since not it’s only you two in the residence. Seokmin return his gaze to you.

“Are you sure it’s not bad?” Seokmin peruse, only now you could catch the tiredness lines along Seokmin’s face.

“I walked here, i’m fine. Been through worse.” You tries to brushed over the attention. Not used to getting it from people. Certainly not from Seokmin.

“Please be more careful next time.”

You nodded with a tight smile.

Feeling assured, Seokmin leaned back at the sofa. Eyes closed and sighing in abandon. The tension within himself broke after his question to you. No other people around, not even Wonwoo posted in the corner.

“Care to tell me what the argument was?”

Seokmin tries not to be surprised at your question. He knows that you’re aware of how the meeting in his studies often ended up in raised voices and disappointed faces by the end of the night.

You also never tries to pry, but it seems like Seokmin needed the care.

“I’m sorry you have to see and hear that everyday.” Seokmin huffs. “I’m trying to implements law to keep the nobles in check. But know would’ve known that they had their corruption runs deep. And Chan kept being worried in case there’s a civil unrest if i suddenly change the rules around.”

“Wow, the nobles are doing corruption?”

Seokmin lifted his head at your question, but immediately broke into a smile as he realizes your sarcastic notion.

“I just wanted things to be better.” Seokmin silently admits.

“Everyone does. You just have to keep your head Seokmin, remembers that everyone here will help you.” You said it so mindlessly, unaware of the weight of it.

“Thank you, for all the help. I appreciate all the meal you cook and the snacks too.” Seokmin laughs, the bright tone sets a smile on your face.

“Well you’re welcome. I’m a whiz at the kitchen right? You need all the snacks with the all nighter you’ve been pulling.”

Seokmin cleared his throat. The new feeling of being nagged at is a thing he hadn’t felt in a long time. You tried your best to keep your focus on your ankle, knowing that looking at Seokmin might spark another burst of embarrassment. Turning you red all over.

“Have a good night.” Seokmin mutters before abruptly leaving you.

You’re thankful for Yeri to rearrange your touring schedule to a halt. Letting you take interview in the residence as your ankle slowly heals. The downside are the increasing amount of people that will see you and Seokmin right at the residence. It keeps you on your toes to keep up with the act. That includes the new arrangement of your sleeping situation.

Because which newlyweds who rushed their wedding would sleep on a different room?

A fake one.

So Seungkwan suggested you to avoid getting to your room. At least not directly from the hallway. You need to go to your room through the connecting door from Seokmin’s room. You almost laugh that day when Seungkwan brought up the idea. Trying to brush over who would pay that much attention to you. But your laughter slowly dies down when Seokmin, Seungkwan, and even Wonwoo stare at you incredulously.

You comply. Seokmin assures you that the lock in the connecting door are working perfectly fine.

“You want to have lunch now? I ordered Vogue they can come in an hour or so. They already sent the clothes, you can take your time.”

“Lunch sounds good. Have you reviewed the location where they want to shoot?” You said as you massaged your neck. Who knew posing for pictures is so hard.

“I talked with Seungkwan too, he suggested one in the parlour and one maybe in the studies since his majesty will only return late. Vogue can only concur with us.”

“Seokmin’s studies?”

Upon Yeri’s confirmation, your curiosity grown. That’s the one place you haven’t yet explore in the residence. You’ve been amazed at how the residence has been designed. A modern place where a crown prince used to spend his free time. Somehow decorated homely enough for you to feel a sense of coziness instead of alienated.

An hour quickly passed by and the vogue stylist has kindly directing you through poses after they set up some lights and camera. The picture in the parlour was done in a jiffy. You held back a skip before entering the study room. All while skillfully answering the questions from the interviewer.

“As we let the staff set up the light, can we talk about this space?” The interviewer queries.

“Well, simply put, this is where the work gets done. Quite literally.” You paused, realizing that Seokmin has entered the room. Silently stood behind Yeri and a few of the floor staffs. He barely walked pass the door, but you can notice him easily. “We share the space to do meetings and read whenever we have a free time. There’s an old fireplace, carved a long time ago for the second queen as a present. It was derelict when they were found ten years ago. Hidden in the room no longer used in the old palace. But the late queen, Seokmin’s mother, are determined to restore it, and she beautifully placed it here. Quite a hidden gem if i must say.” You smiled, giving yourself a pat in your own back for remembering the history lesson from a few weeks ago.

“I think it’s good to make this one look more natural, so we won’t have you posing like earlier. We can just continue with the interview and the photographer can snap a few framesa in the middle.”

“I trust the photographer to capture me in a good light.” You replied, hiding your nervousness behind a smile after seeing that Seokmin remain at his spot. Seungkwan and Wonwoo flanked him, following to be your audience.

You return your attention to the interviewer. Already pointing at the array of vinyl displayed on one side, as well as a guitar. You slowly lead her to it, hoping the image training paid off well. Seeing how tense Yeri are behind the camera.

Half an hour felt like a lifetime. You managed to answer well throughout, also not forgetting to be as natural as possible to avoid sounding like a robot—Yeri warned you the whole morning about this. In the closing stage, you’re seated on an old chair by the window, behind you are the fore-mentioned fireplace. The photographer quickly captures it before the interviewer’s last question.

“Lastly, we’ve noticed the king’s affinity with art. But we can’t seem to identifies any of the paintings hung. From the hillside view in the parlour and the few scattered in this studies. Can you tell us who the painters are?”

The question caught you off guard. Sure you’ve noticed the various painting around the residence, even the main palace. But not one tutoring session has explained it to you closely. You tries to remain calm, gripping the armrest of the chair like it’s a lifeline. Behind the camera you can see Yeri is ready to step in and stopped the interviewer.

“It was my mother.”

The whole room was silent, recognizing the answer came from the king himself. Seokmin has his hand in his pocket, painting the aloofness around himself and the visiting staffs. He made his way to you, a smile so bright you almost forgot to breathe.

“As you might know she graduated top of her class from an art college.”

You stood to welcomes him. Seokmin’s hand wrapped naturally around your waist. He gave you a small squeeze to snap you out of it. Smiling back at Seokmin before to the camera.

“Her majesty does love to paint. As you might know she often gifted it to a few places around the kingdom.” You added, thanking your memories from watching news in the TV. “I hoped i can live up to her standard. Although i am not as skilled in art as she is. At least i can be as kind as Seokmin to the people. Despite the short time to getting to know each other.”

You’re unaware, but Seokmin kept his gaze to you. Absorbing your words as he kept caressing your back. He’s well aware that you’re prepared to answer any question in this interview. Yet this last one surprises him. Kept him thinking about your words and actions.

You heard a few snaps of camera before the interviewer declared the interview is over. Yeri and Seungkwan cordially bid them goodbye as well as discussing the output matters. Throughout the whole time of cleaning up, Seokmin never left your side until the last crew eventually escorted out of the residence with the security team. It was well pass dusk and Yeri eventually bid her goodbye.

And then it left only Seungkwan and Wonwoo discussing over in the parlour.

“Thank you. I truly didn’t know it was the queen’s painting.” You admit, earning a smile from Seokmin.

“Don’t worry, not many knows. It’s like a private collection.” Seokmin has retracted his hand around you, but he kept close as you both making way to the middle of the studies. There’s an air about him now, vibrating and giddy like he just came back victorious from whatever battle he faced outside.

“You look different. Happier than you were this morning.”

You quickened your steps, trying to catch a glimpse of Seokmin’s face. To which he turned completely sideway upon your sudden attention. A bubbling of laughter in his throat. You almost felt bad for not hearing it. But also relieved, about the air around him that has changed. The tiredness might need time to fix, but at least Seokmin smiles more.

How you had wish for the night to end just like that.

“Seokmin…”

Wonwoo’s voice was never that grave. Barging through the door of the studies, startling both you and Seokmin. Which wastes no time to follow Wonwoo, you instinctively follows. Closer to the parlour where you can hear the sound of the TV blaring the news.

There’s a nagging feeling in your chest. Even before you can see that Seungkwan are holed in the corner, in what seemingly a deep and serious call. Wonwoo, now with Seokmin by his side are merely a few metres from the TV. The images, even from afar astound you. It was not long until every phone in the residence rang. Seokmin takes one offered by Wonwoo.

In trance, you kept your eyes on the news.

“A tragic fire broke out in a school in the rural area. The fire suspected to have caused by defective electrical equipment that had sparked off from one of the facilities in the school building..”

Your gasp filled the foreground of the somber room. The news from TV serve as a gut wrenching background.

Not far, Seokmin eyes bore to the floor, lost it’s focus as he listens to the call. Seemingly briefing him of the situation. As minutes passed, the strain in Seokmin’s face grew. Matching the rigidness that has start ever since he enters the room.

“It’s Jeonghan.” Wonwoo provides an answer.

“The chief of police?”

“The very one.” You turn a questioning look toward Wonwoo. Wanting more information than what’s being televised. Wonwoo sighed, “Jeonghan is involved because the area is one of the place he’s currently investigating. A few of noble family members and some minister are suspected in corruption. Mainly causing a lack of development around the area.”

“Is it hindering the fire department?” You tries to conclude. Wonwoo solemnly nod.

“It’s not yet aired but until now there’s still not enough fire truck in the site due to the poor condition of the road. And the fire are predicted to the spread into the forest and possibly civilian houses if the firetruck situation remain as of now. They’re trying to dispatch a helitanker but the area is a bit far away.”

“Is there any casualties?” Your question brought a faltering look from Wonwoo. The stern bodyguard looks like he’s weighing his own choice.

“Y/n you…”

A sudden booming noise from a door being closed shut catch the room’s attention. You can see Wonwoo and Seungkwan exchanging a knowing look before Wonwoo sent a signal through his comms.

“Keep the perimeter around the lake garden. Make sure to not be visible to Arthur. But keep him in your sight.”

As Wonwoo informs his team, you eventually realize that Seokmin was the source of the noise. He had stormed off of the residence and into the dark garden. The mention of Seokmin’s codename caught you off guard.

As a newcomer, it didn’t take you long to figure out Seokmin’s habit. Especially if you have a whole crash course to learn about him. But looking closer and privy to the night and morning where he’s not forced into the spotlight, it helps you learn that Seokmin, despite his status and somewhat cold expression he wore, is a kind man with a beautiful smile, who loves his mother and thrusted upon the responsibilities of making the kingdom a better place.

You couldn’t think of a much bigger burden to bear than this.

The night tapered down to a grave silence. Seungkwan and Wonwoo left one by one, having to attend many meetings and checking up on Arthur.

It’s well passed midnight when you found yourself remain wide awake. It’s not that you’re even trying to sleep. Gazing out the window in your room, you can almost see the moonlight bouncing off of the lake surface afar. You haven’t heard any signs of Seokmin returning. Worry eating away your mind.

Avoiding your phone and the tv, in the dark, you sit on the sofa in the parlour. The light from outside are bright enough for you to see Seokmin if he returns.

You can’t deny that the worriness you felt stem from a feeling you had come to avoid nowadays. Seeing glimpses of Seokmin privately, far from the eye of the media, and fighting headstrong against the law constructed decades ago just to see a sliver of justice.

You fell for Seokmin’s little smile whenever he sees you whipping out an omelette in the morning. You fell for the mere second you see Seokmin teasing Wonwoo just before they head out of the residence door.

You fell for something so close but so unattainable.

Because what is your presence other than a queen from contract. Kept just as a pawn. To keep Seokmin’s defense tight from the corrupt nobles’ lackey he could possibly be paired with.

It’s smart actually. To hell with a love match, keeping the new king’s circle tight with a person you know would never back stabbed you might be a tactic as old as time.

Your thought are abruptly cut by the sound of the door clicking close.

You pushed the ache in your chest aside when Seokmin avoided your gaze altogether. The tightness in his jaw matches the frown on his eyebrows. He marches quick to his room. Your steps following close behind. Gazing closely on the connecting doorway as Seokmin paces around his room.

“Seokmin, they’ve managed to put down the fire. At least it didn’t spread to the woods.” You try to comfort him, but only met with an empty gaze pointed at you.

“Two teachers and two firefighters.” The fact doesn’t fly by you. Eventually finding out the casualties, only so far. “If i could catch the people responsible for this! If could just implement the law faster, maybe this doesn’t have to happened.” The words seething through Seokmin gritted teeth. You understand his anger, trying to calm him down so he could think clearer.

“There’s only so much you can do Seokmin. And its not being angry with yourself.” You pointed out, but the scornful smile tugging on his lips shown you otherwise. So spiteful of such anger, yet it’s being falsely targeted to you.

“Of all the things i can do as a king, i haven’t been able to do one right thing. Not one. This corrupt kingdom is just a fruit of labor from someone as selfish as my father. I never asked for this.”

Seokmin’s voice turn to a low hiss of whispers, but the sentiment remain. The tragedy has turned his vision askew. He’s no longer angry at himself, now you get sucked in to his diatribe of ‘woe is me’. You took a deep breath to calm your own frustration down.

“Wake up your majesty, nobody asked for any responsibilities. But alas, they’re born into situation. And that also includes you. The people suffering doesn’t have time for you to weep over your own fate like this. They need their king. They need your love and care. It’s the first thing they need.”

“What good is love going to do? I can’t even marry one that i love! I’m tied down with someone i barely know.”

It hurts. Knowing that Seokmin barely feeling half of what you do and being the target of his anger.

Seokmin catch a second the moment the words left his lips. He regretted it immediately but make no action to says so.

His pride wouldn’t let him.

Although the same pride couldn’t bear the sight of you looking small by the doorway. Nails almost scratching to the wall as you gaze to the floor. So Seokmin turned away, cowardly plotting way to escape another mess he brought upon himself. Just because he can’t control his frustration.

“Then you must love me.” You blurt out. Desperation in your words as tears brimming hot around your eyes. Unfocused gaze yet it sets towards Seokmin. His turned back, straight and wide as ever. The burden weighing them almost went unnoticed if you only see Seokmin from the media.

But you aren’t. You see him differently, quietly, by his side.

You meant to say it out of spite. Taunting Seokmin to try to love one thing before even a thousand more. But half of you found yourself begging. Maybe more than half.

You must have it. Love. His love. Because not of the principle that you’ve been fed throughout your whole life, or the thought of being one of Seokmin’s failure, but because you feel like Seokmin needed it as well. A place to care without burden, without a mask, and without boundaries of his affection.

“What is my love? Why does it mean so much that i love something— someone?” A hoarse laughs escaped his lips. A defeated one. To what it still came untold. But the weight, it pours down to his body like gravity, bending him down to his knees. “Why should i love when obviously it means nothing. Nothing. When the one i put my faith into came to stab me at my back.” His voice tapered to nothingness, blending to the quiet sound of the room.

You approach his hunched figure with sureness, stopping in front of Seokmin. Not long until you joined him on the ground. Cold and somewhat unfeeling.

“Then give your one last chance to me. Faith, all and everything. Even your disappointment. If there’s still some left, then let me beg for your love. I might not be able to fix all that is wrong, but i am willing to help in every other way. Give you time to passed this testing time and let you be who i know you are destined to be. A wise king.”

Time. Then time will be the hurdle you has to face.

Maybe after time, Seokmin will love you too.

If you pretend that night didn’t happened, maybe it really doesn’t. What truly compels you to say such things to Seokmin? You must’ve went nuts. Out of embarrasment, you don’t even tell your mom about the outburst when she calls you in the morning.

The next morning where Seokmin is already out of the residence the moment you open your eyes.

Thankfully Yeri has arrange a meeting for you and a few relief organization to plan a food donations for the suffering areas. It keeps your mind busy at least. Rather than replaying every words you utter that night and feeling more and more pathetic as each day passed.

You were about to exit the meeting room when Yeri hold you back and reminding you of an additional events for tomorrow.

“You know, the public wants you to give out medals to the captain of the fire station.” Yeri said once only you both remain in the room.

“Medals? They are not even done cleaning up the debris and building the emergency school for the children. Do you think the public are celebrating too quick?”

“You and i both know this isn’t about the public. Some of the royal family members want this over and done with as quick as possible.” Yeri reasoned with a huff. You can’t help but sigh, completely understanding her position. The main palace might already be arranged and decorated already for this occasion as you both speak.

“And you and i both know and those ‘royal family’ might as well have a hand in the corruption.” Yeri only gives you a tight smile upon your words. Offering a comfort with a touch on your shoulder.

“Let’s talk about it later. Come let’s have a lunch, i’m sure Seokmin is nearby.”

“Does he have meeting in the palace?”

After Yeri’s affirmation, you make a quick trek back to the residence. Muttering something around you want to cook lunch or forgetting to turn off the oven when Yeri’s questions your incredulous action. To be fair the royal dining hall is closer, so scurrying back to the residence just to cook is absurd.

But right now you’d choose to fill up your step counter rather than possibly meeting Seokmin. Or worse, talk to him.

Unfortunately the sight of you making a quick walk back to the direction of the residence instead of walking alongside Yeri to the dining hall is witnessed by Seokmin himself. He was staring outside into the garden when he spot you across. Behind him was a loud chaos noise of his friends arguing which another amendment should be introduced the fastest. He could’ve stayed at home for this. Watching movies he hadn’t finished or the book he has put back down. Seokmin could’ve just had Seungkwan for the report, but here instead. Like yesterday, and a few days before.

Seokmin realizes he’s been avoiding to see you. He realizes when he felt hungry despite having a full breakfast cooked for him from the dining hall. He felt sleepy despite the amount of caffeine he consume nowadays.

To be fair he should be feeling guilty about this. On top of the apologies he should be saying to you, Seokmin avoided you. He, the one person who brought you here. Who dragged you into this mess, and created more mess. Seokmin felt himself shrinking. He’s a king of a nation, he shouldn’t be feeling like this. His father’s words rang clear in his memory.

The words that brought the mighty king to his own demise.

His mother would be disappointed with Seokmin if he keeps up with this act.

Seokmin took a deep breath, concluding that apologizing to you is the first thing he do once he’s finished for the day.

“Seokmin if you’re done gazing longingly outside, we still have to plan for tomorrow.” Jeonghan’s voice break his thought.

Right, medals and firefighters.

Unfortunately for Seokmin, he return back to the residence and welcomed by the sight of you sleeping. He doesn’t mean to peek but the connecting door was not closed properly and he couldn’t find you everywhere. You were sleeping with three pillows. One for your head, one on your back, and the last one you hugged. By your side, the ipad screen are still showing whatever show or movie you ended up sleeping on.

His guilt grown. Even from your sleeping form, Seokmin could tell that you’re exhausted. Needing support even in you sleep. How lonely you must have felt until you uttered those words after Seokmin’s anger.

‘Don’t cry!’

‘Don’t smile!’

‘Don’t show them your weakness!’

‘You’re in line to be a king. Act like one!’

The memory of his father was never a fond one. That’s why Seokmin prefers to be with his mom. The stern reminder rang in his head, but Seokmin has grown numb to it.

“How the heck does this happened?” Yeri mutters low enough only for you to hear. You could imagine her usual stoic face remained unchanged, but you knew her head must have been running awry. You kept your face straight.

“To be fair, the invitation did say for them to be dressed in uniform.” Your response met with a huff from your side.

Seokmin stood a few steps ahead on a pedestal, currently placing a medal around a framed picture of what you recognized as one of the firefighter fallen victiom the fire. The very picture held by a very disheveled fire captain. Still in his dirty uniform you had expected worn during the fire. Behind the captain, the lieutenant are clad the same, holding another framed picture. Waiting for medal.

When asked for pictures, Seokmin nodded pointedly to the two firefighter before stepping back aside. Your poker face is tested today, because Seokmin resorted to stood beside you, as the two firefighter stood side by side with the framed picture in their hand. Medaled and held proud.

The murmurs around the royal hall grew louder.

The invited spectators, consists of few selected media, high ranking generals, and nobles broke into hushed conversation.

You still haven’t understand what is the need of those nobles being here, but then you remembered the banquet that will be held later. Some people does use any excuse just to have a party.

After the pictures taken, you and Seokmin are escorted out of the hall, and after that, the two firefighters. Once safe into the hallway and the door behind you close, there’s a collective sound of exhale from around you. The lieutenant stopped before Seokmin and gives him a hug. You presume they know each other.

“It’s been awhile, your majesty.” The lieutenant whispers before pulling back. Hand remain on Seokmin’s shoulder.

“Shut up Mingyu.”

The lieutenant—Mingyu, smiled brightly at Seokmin. Although Seokmin can’t seem to shown the same. A heaviness settles among the crowd when Seokmin look at the retreating figure of the fire captain. You could see from afar the hi-vis stripe of the uniform slowly growing smaller before taking a turn at the corner.

“I hope you understand him. It’s nothing personal.” Mingyu remarks with a sigh.

“Please tell Seungcheol that i’m sorry.” Seokmin voice sounded low, he kept his voice close to his friend but you manage to catch it.

“We both know that it isn’t your fault Seokmin. It’s not your fault that when we filed for the development of fire prevention system around the area, it was never processed for two years straight.”

Seokmin is silent. It was never meant for a jab, but the fact hurt still. The fact that it continues to happened now under Seokmin’s reign as a king.

Mingyu, gives Seokmin one last friendly pat before bidding everyone goodbye. You quickly offers him a bumbling bow.

“Oh, hello. We haven’t officially introduced yet. You must be Y/n. I’m Mingyu. I’m sorry we have to meet like this. See you later.”

The large physique truly deceive you. The young lieutenant, have the energy more resembling a huge puppy. While you steal a glance to Seokmin, you can’t help but think that the two presumable friend have quite the polar opposite vibe.

“Seokmin, i’ve been informed that the visitors have started to crowd the diamond hall.” Seungkwan break the silence.

“Is that where the banquet are held?” Seokmin questions earned a quick nod. “They couldn’t be more subtle about it huh? Choosing the biggest room for eating and drinking things they don’t deserve. The last thing we know is they invited a whole string quartet or a DJ for entertainment.”

Seokmin couldn’t hide his frustration, the words spewing out of his mouth surprises you for a moment. But you understand his frustration. And so does Yeri, Wonwoo, Seungkwan, and the people around you. Seokmin might just be the only one brave enough to say it out loud.

Seokmin cleared his throat, a tinge of embarrassment on his face is visible before he turn on his feet and march on the long hallway. The security team following quick with Wonwoo on their tail. Seungkwan motion for you and Yeri to lead the way. The three of you eventually walked together.

“Hey Seungkwan,” You begin as you walk. “Was that um, planned? For the lieutenant and captain coming in all dirty and with the framed pictures?”

You felt a sense of relief when Seungkwan nodded. Even with a tight smile. The, you can hear Yeri’s dramatic gasp before a resounding sound of her smacking Seungkwan’s arm.

“When invited to be medaled, at first Seungcheol didn’t even agree to come here. The fire station didn’t even have time to mourn and they’re still busy helping the neighbourhood to distribute some disaster relief. Mingyu of course is following Seungcheol.”

“Then, what changes their mind?” You found yourself asking, though your gaze fixed ahead. Past the broad shoulder belonging to Wonwoo and into the black hair far ahead that you came to recognize.

“Seokmin of course. He gave all the idea of what happened back there. Even providing to stash the firefighter gear and the pictures somewhere for the two to change into. Because none of them wouldn’t make it past the front gate if they dressed like that. Eventually Seungcheol agrees. I don’t even know if they will be at the banquet or not.”

Of course Seokmin would persuade them to come. Because Seokmin knows the repercussion they’ll face if they reject a royal invitation. If only Seokmin can cancel the invitation and the event itself of course it would be easier.

If only Seokmin has that power.

What he held seemingly only the illusion of it. Because if he declares war against the old and powerful nobles, they would certainly fight back. Colluding with the government and creating unrest among the people. It would cripple the economy of the kingdom.

Seokmin couldn’t certainly sleep with that.

“Y/n, are you ready?”

Your confusion hangs off the air for a moment. Until you realize that you’re arriving at the diamond hall. The noise of peoples can already be heard.

The feeling of exhaustion already clouded your nerve.

The plan of sneaking out later is already in your mind.

It wasn’t easy but you pull it off.

Of course you informed Yeri, as if she doesn’t have a tracker on you.

The diamond hall are fully packed by people. If not conversing on a stock blatantly, they’re laughing off of a pointless matter. You almost feel sick from the sight of grubby hand fighting over any filled glass of champagne. After an hour, you begged Yeri to sneak you out. You can’t hear more of obscene gossip passed among the nobles and socialite.

Yeri eventually agrees. Showing you to the blind spot exit and you thanked her repeatedly before walking off.

She makes sure to remind you to avoid any eyes and have your phone on. You waved her goodbye before following the hidden hallway. A light skip in your steps.

Passed the empty gallery, and the hall of portraits, you looked around the big library before deciding that the place is too eerie to stay alone. Eventually you found your hideout in the palace old keep. Now only a staircase tower.

You walk down the dusty stairs, taking off your heels before, circling the wall and decidedly stopping a few steps before the lower window. The big window overlooks the side garden of the palace. The background of green hills providing a picturesque view. It reminded you to one of the painting in Seokmin’s residence.

You wonder if the cherry blossom trees would bloom in time.

With a sigh, you take a seat on the stairs. Although your ankle has gone significantly better, wearing heels and walking around the big palace still wear your legs out. You might as well asked Seokmin to change a law to allow you to wear sneakers daily.

That is if you have a chance to talk to Seokmin. You’re not dumb enough to realize that he’s been doing the same thing you do. Avoiding each other. You cringe yourself once again to the memory of that night. You tries to calm your mind instead, listening to the sound of the blowing breeze outside the window.

Suddenly, your peace is disturbed by the sound of the door opening and closing. You followed the sound down. Craning your neck down the banister. To your surprise, you’re met with the sight so familiar.

“Seokmin?”

With the same surprise painted on his face, Seokmin climb up the stairs. Never leaving his eyes off of you. Lost at what to do, dusting off any dirt on your hands and dressed. Among the confusion, you ended up bowing your head to him.

“No need to be so fidgety or courteous around me. Where’s the one who scolded me a few nights ago?” Seokmin tries to joke, a small smile played in his lips but it flutters away as fast as the wind. He cleared his throat to hide the embarrassment.

Leaning against the big windowsill, his gaze turned to where yours were a moments ago. Stuffing his hands to the pocket of his trousers, you began to relaxed a little. Fidgeting the hem of your dress before taking a seat back on the staircase.

“Well, that very one is still here. She just have an unfortunate choice of footwear for today’s event.” You chuckled, slightly massaging your sore calf.

“And it brought you here? Walking up the stairs with those unfortunate choice?” Seokmin’s head jerked towards the abandoned Prada heels. Neatly put against the wall under the windowsill.

“You think too highly of me. In fact i walk down the stairs. ‘Unfortunate choice’ already abandoned in my hand.” You laughed, impulsively throwing a jazz hands after pointing out where you enter the staircase tower. “How do you even found me here?”

“Well i happened to live here longer than you. In fact this was the very place i run to each time— each time things get rough.” Seokmin admitted silently. “Well, young Seokmin i guess. ‘Cause things get rough almost everyday nowadays, and i can’t just find the opportunity to visit this place each time.”

Imagining teenager Seokmin, fleeing his then security detail and climbing up the stairs to hide brought a smile to your face. Never in your lifetime that you would think that a young crown prince shares a humanly side as almost all population of teenager. Finding their own way to shape up the world when the real one starts to crush down on them.

You certainly remember yours. Hidden bushes of wild roses where there’s only enough space for you to crawl and be safe under the envelope of nature. It has seen your tears and lonely thoughts. Does Seokmin share his too? Sitting small by the massive window, among the cold walls and dusty staircase. Legs curled up or probably scraped when he stumbled to the hard floor while trying to sneak out.

“Weird flex, but ok.” There’s a resounding laughter from Seokmin. You couldn’t find any reason to not love it. His laughter bouncing off the stone wall, loud and free. Simply laughing from your little joke.

“Guess it is, but i am me. So…”

Deciding to love this side of Seokmin is easy.

As easy as agreeing to marry him. Or even begging him to love you a few nights ago. You’d be lying if you feel a little disheartened at the minimal changes Seokmin has shown to you as days passed. It feeds to the thought that all he feels towards you is apathy. That you clearly doesn’t mean any—

“I am, terribly sorry about that night.” There, Seokmin finally says it. A tonne of weight felt like its been lifted from his shoulder. “And about what you said,” hesitation dripping from Seokmin’s voice. He’s turned from the window and facing you fully. The warm sunlight painted his cheekbone beautifully, but you keep that to yourself. “Do you mean what you ask for? Can i— can i trust you? Will it be enough?”

It’s cold when you make your way to Seokmin, barefoot against the floor. His eyes never left yours, trying to find— read your answer. He’s met with a subdued smile, your hair looks glowing when its met with sunlight from the window.

Entranced.

“You trusted me to be your wife didn’t you?”

He thought he shouldn’t be, but the words somehow excites him. Rushes of adrenaline flow through his vein, atoms that spark his nerve. Warm his soul with every blink of your eyes. The same one that entranced him when he lift up the thin veil on your wedding day.

“That, i do.”

Relief immediately adorned your face. Relaxing every muscle in your body as you extended your palm to Seokmin. He fights the urge to grab it and pulls you flush, for now his self restraint won. Or does it considered as a win if he doesn’t have you by his touch?

“For now, that’s enough.” You assures Seokmin, who still stood stunned staring at your hand. “Maybe it will not be in some time by the future. Then, you can ask me for more.”

When Seokmin still hasn’t took your hand, you bit your lower lip. The sudden realization that you’re once again, begging for him. For whatever it is that you thought would let him open himself to you andase his struggle. When Seokmin remain statued, you flinch away. Pulling your hands back to your side and make a quick swipe at your abandoned shoes before trying to scurry away down the stairs.

Emphasis on ‘try’.

Because Seokmin’s quick reflex has stopped you even before you make even one step passed him. Well, as quick as he can after the brief moment where he short-circuited just by the sight of your offer of physical contact.

“Pardon me— i,” great he even stammer. Grimacing to himself, Seokmin tries to push his self-deprecating thought for later time. He tightened his grip on your elbow, bringing your attention back to Seokmin. “I do. And i will. I trusted you, for now.”

The proximity and the low baritone you rarely hear from Seokmin, it sent a jolt down your spine. Rendering you speechless and hitched your breath. Your eyes eventually casted downwards to Seokmin’s grip. He slowly loosened said grip. Reluctantly at that.

And with that, you make your leave. Heels in hand, and feet still bare as you climbs down to the tower’s exit door.

The small cloud of dust you left behind send Seokmin blinking his eyes. Confusion and a new feeling settles on his shoulder. Shaking his head to try to compose himself, Seokmin thought tonight’s dinner will be an awkward one.

Yet he can’t help to look forward to it.

#svt x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #svt scenarios #lee seokmin #dokyeom imagines #dokyeom x reader

38 notes · View notes