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Dark Moon: The Princess' of Oztenxia

ℐ 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒...

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐓7 𝐱 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧, 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐈𝐬𝐚, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐱 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐚.

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ: ｌａｎｇｕａｇｅ (lmk if I missed smth!)

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏ��sʟʏ:

- ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

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𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅/𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅! ♡

Chapter 2: New acquiantances

𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆. 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆…𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅..

That day, that fateful evening, I was at a pond, the one I would always go to when I would train my healing abilities - my mind wafting saved for another day. I would usually go out in the sunshine to the pond, but I was preoccupied by my royal duties, the ones my older sister, Prin, passed down to me.

Being here gave me a sense of relaxation and tranquillity with the music the frogs gave, the gentle ripping of the waters, and the pond lilies that soaked up the moonlight. I liked the pond lilies best, for I felt connected with them. They symbolise innocence, purity, peace, wellness and hope.

I start off my training with meditation, trying to become one with my soul. Taking deep breaths and closing my eyes, I begin to focus on my intentions. I tried my best to connect with my surroundings, to embrace the spirit of Mother Nature and her healing blessings. All was going well, until I heard distant cries coming from the palace. That stirred all the possible scenarios that could happen any minute in my creative mind that was whizzing with images, leaving me forgetting to breathe, and that fear choking me, as if I were to die. Only when I felt dizzy did I snap my eyes open, gasping for air after, unintentionally, holding my breath. Though feeling light-headed, I stumbled my way through the green forest to the palace, and there I saw the massacre of my people. Those purple clothed figures using their dark magic to slain them all, it was heart-clenching, and all I did was just stand there, petrified, not saving anything that regarded my kingdom, whether it be the people or the palace.

But who’s the figure helplessly on the ground, crystal tears rolling down her red cheeks? When I squinted my eyes, I only knew one person who looked just like her: my mother. As if the universe wanted to silence me, my knights and advisors took a grip on me, one of them clamping my mouth shut with their hand. That didn’t stop all my muffled screaming, causing the people to notice me. The Queen mouths a ‘I love you’ to me, before launching herself between the witches’ curses and me.

I didn’t know what was worse: seeing my mother die right before my eyes, or not knowing what would’ve happened to her. As for Prin and Father, I still don’t know what their ending shall be, and I never will. I was dragged off by the remaining knights and advisors, who told me to comply as it was an order from the, now, late queen. I wanted to stay, I really did, but thinking that my mother arranged this, that she died for 𝐦𝐞 in hope that this would happen encouraged me to keep her wish fulfilled. Though I was rushed away into a carriage, I twisted my neck painfully, unsure of the upcoming moments. Just as we rode away, Prin came into view, slowly walking into the palace, our home, with her sword raised, and rocks flying in the air as a result of her gravity powers.

And that was all I knew, all I knew about the destruction of Oztenxia, the destruction of a great kingdom.

“Hey, are you the new girl?”

You stir in your cursed sleep, half awake, half indulged in the strange nightmare. Droplets stain the pillows again as you fall back into your nightmare.

“Geez, she’s crying!”

“And she’s in her uniform…that’s weird.”

Noticing the extra company, you force yourself into waking up, rubbing your eyes that were flooded with such emotion. There, you were greeted by two figures, both very beautiful, as a reflection of their wealth. They’re, too, in their uniform, earning your confusion as you look outside. It’s night, moon halfway through its cycle, a black canvas with sparkles overlooking the academy. You came in at an orange sunset, with the moon following not too far behind. You mustn’t have been knocked out that long, according to your calculations.

“Woah, you’re pretty.” Says one of the girls, interrupting your train of thought. The other one nods, too busy taking note of all your features.

“You’re Isabelle, right? I checked your ID card.” She holds up the rectangular plastic that has a picture of yourself, this school confusing your mind once again.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 You ruled out, accepting that this is your life, but you have to find out as to why.

“Isabelle Kim, 16, Sophomore, Night classes…Ok! Got the important details about you. Now, us!”

They shuffle into an elegant posture, smoothing down their hair, clearing their throat to present themselves in a modest manner, “I’m Kim Chaewon,” The girl with black, neck-length hair starts, “And I’m Hong Eunchae.” The one with, also, black yet medium-length hair, cat-like features and a gentle smile ends.

You smile back, not needing to introduce yourself since they’ve already read the main information from your ID card. You thought this was a silly question to ask, but you wanted to know how high their statuses were. “Are you guys rich?”

This catches them off-guard, “I see our names haven’t been reached as far as our parents would’ve liked us too…” The cat-like girl says slyly, 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒆-𝒆𝒖𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝑬𝒖𝒏-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆? -It was hard, for you, to remember which one was which, since they both had ‘Chae’. “Say, where do you come from?” She asks, suspicious on how such a beautiful girl could not have known such a highly-respected name.

You panic, unusure on where you did come from, since you’ve never really heard the name of your birthplace. Without any other option, you decided to rely on that strange nightmare, and hoping it exists.

“I come from Oztenxia.” You say smoothly, since what you know of that place was that it was a kingdom, so best act like you’re from one, despite already showing your true self before you even gained consciousness.

This, however, gives the girls a shock, “OZTENXIA? THE KINGDOM OF OZTENXIA!?” Chae-won bellows.

This further creates more anxiety for you, 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆…

The two move about, walking up and down at a fast pace, trying to process the information you just gave. “You’re joking, right?” Eun-chae asks in disbelief, hands on either side of her hips. Chae-won taps her toe in expectation.

“Um…no?” You said questioningly, fueling their bewilderment once again.

“So…you’re telling me…that you’re from a kingdom…that was destroyed? How could you have survived there, in a forgotten piece of land? There’s nothing there! Well, apart from the castle and all that, but no one goes there! They say it’s far too dangerous! How did you survive, live? Is what they say, what we have learnt all a lie?” Chae-won is crazy at that moment, looking possessed and hair messed up after running her shaky hands through it many times.

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒆? 𝑶𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏? Being logical and choosing the only option available, you chose to lie, trying to create yourself and them a convincing story.

“Well, I never really lived near the castle, of course I wouldn’t. It seemed far too dangerous. I mean, the castle’s ruined anyway. Instead, I lived in the woods, in Oztenxia.”

“What about the black hole? Apparently there was one that sucked in the castle!”

“Hey, c’mon, how could people have magical powers? No one in our era does. So, that black hole thing must be fake. And plus, it was a legend to begin with.” Eun-chae reasoned.

“Hey, it was only 300 years ago!”

��Dumbass, that’s three centuries, enough time has passed for us to change. Like, we don’t even have a royal family! You’ve got the mind of a child right now, and that’s kinda embarrassing since you’re the oldest.” That was all for Chae-won to start acting like her age and social rank.

“Tsk, think you’re so smart, eh?” But young Eun-chae didn’t hear that.

“Oh right, I’m also 16. Chae-won’s a Junior though, 17. All of us take night classes as well! But we’re all starting tomorrow.”

Chae-won tilts her head, “Is there anything wrong, Isabelle?” She asks, seeing the way you look zoned-out.

“O-Oh, no, it’s just…what do you guys do? Are you really famous, really rich?”

“Eh, since we’re quite a topic, we’ll leave that for whoever wants to show their knowledge about people like us with you.” Chae-won replies, plopping on her bed, which was on the other side.

“Have you done the tour yet? If so, who did it? I presume the Headmaster would’ve given it to someone highly respected and responsible.” Eun-chae asks, starting to change into her pyjamas. Thankfully, that question was easy to ask.

“Oh, Heli toured me. He even helped me in the nurse’s office with my leg.” You stick out your right leg, “In fact, he’s brought me to the places I wanted to go to, even here. I didn’t want the tour-”

“Hang on, Heli toured you?” Chae-won emphasises on his name.

“Uh, yeah,” You laugh it off, “he did. He helped a lot.”

Eun-chae, who was busy doing her skincare stopped to look at you, “Isabelle, I know you’re new so I’ll tell you this now: Heli’s Chae-won’s crush.”

𝑶𝒉, 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆?

“And I don’t fuck around when it comes to someone I like.” She glares at you, eyes darkening as she gives her subtle threat of ‘Don’t even try bitch’, “But of course, since you just found out,” She stands, coming your way and putting her hands on your shoulders, “I’ll forgive you, just this once.” She smiles, as if she hadn’t wanted to kill you right there and then, just because you came in contact with Heli.

“Cut it out, Chae.” Eun-chae commands, “You’re scaring her for something that wasn’t her fault.” She brushes her silky hair, almost ready for bed, “And, to be honest, do you really think you have a chance? At this point, you’re just being delusional, even just a glance from him makes you think he likes you.” She states, brutally slapping the truth into Chae-won’s mind. It hurt her, for she does understand how pathetic it was for falling for someone who probably doesn’t acknowledge her existence, but she just couldn’t help but love someone, especially since he was perfect. “But, let’s save that for another day. Both of you should change, busy day tomorrow. Isn’t that right, Isabelle?”

“Yeah, first timer, new student, it’ll be busy.” You say, heading over to your massive built-in closet, fetching your navy pyjamas.

“Eun-chae, you make me feel so irresponsible.” She pouts, also preparing for bed too.

“Well, you are-”

Chae-won spins around, “I DIDN’T ASK FOR YOUR OPINION.”

A lovely morning it was, and many first times you’ve experienced. A first time to wake up in snug clothes, on a comfy bed, in a place where you felt safe and secure, with the sun blooming on the horizon, and a peaceful quiet that made you feel relaxed. It was different, a contrast from your previous life, but let’s forget about that. Focus on the present, for you cannot change what had happened in the past.

You look around for a clock, seeing how the girls are asleep, and how vivid the orange rays are. Squinting in the lightly lit room, you see one on Chae-won’s desk, displaying ‘05:30’.

𝑾𝒂𝒉, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚…

Unable to fall back asleep and feeling bored, you end up reading the timetable for your day:

Monday

• Art | 18:00 | Michelangelo Block | Room 24

• Maths | 20:00 | Pythagoras Centre | Room 7

• Cooking | 21:00 | Joël Robuchon Kitchen | Room 10

• Renaissance Learning (RL) | 22:00 | Library

• Nightball | 23:00 | Outdoor Nightball Fields

𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆? 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔! 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔! 𝑼𝒈𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈…𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏, 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆! 𝑮𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑!

After many attempts at falling into a deep slumber, you lost your consciousness, lying in your bed once again for goodness knows how many hours.

“Is she sick?” Chae-won asks, wondering how long you’ve blacked out for. It was nearly 2pm, meaning you’ve skipped breakfast, and possibly lunch if you don’t wake and change.

“I dunno, we should wake her up instead. I mean, it’s getting late to grab food right now.”

The pair shake you gently at first, not wanting to be too aggressive on you. However, after a few minutes of no response from such a gentle touch, they decided to act like children, jumping up and down on your bed.

“Wake up, it’s almost class time, wake up!”

You groan, feeling too energetic from that lengthy snooze. Though feeling refreshed, you couldn’t help but groan and stretch, yawning from a good sleep. “What time is it?”

“14:07, hurry up! Lunch has already started.” Chae-won replies, walking over to her bed to prepare her necessities. “We’ll only give you 20 minutes!”

Hearing that, you sprinted out of your bed, grabbing the prepared uniform that was hanging in the closet before heading on over to the pristine toilet.

“One more minute!” Chae-won warns, banging on the toilet door to gain your attention. Lucky for you, you were only making sure you looked nicely put together, opening the door to present to them a fresh look of yourself. You assumed you did a great job, for the two attractive women themselves clapped their hands, Chae-won adding a ‘Daebak!’ in her applause.

But boy, did you expect these many people to be eyeing your way. Some of the boys gave whistles in your direction, and the girls muttered their judgments under their breath or hiding what they had to say with their hands. Either way, you felt pressured and nervous, for you knew many of these people were from well-off families. While walking in the Decelis Square, you gather almost the whole school’s attention when Heli and his friends go to you.

“OH.MY.GOSH. EUN-CHAE, DO YOU SEE THIS?” She shakes Eun-chae vigorously, “HE’S COMING THIS WAY.”

She thought that maybe, for once, he’ll actually talk to her. She squirmed internally, waiting for those romantic moments to play, until,

“Hey, Isabelle.” Heli waves, a charming smile effortlessly forming on his face. This creates an audible chatter about the two, people already forming opinions about you. Not only that, it insanely pissed Chae-won off, for she Heli for herself, to experience everything with him. You took that away, and she mentally cursed you for it. Of course, to keep her delusions going and to not lose her sanity in front of the crowd, she puts on her people pleasing mask.

“Isabelle, I didn’t know you and Heli were so close! I’m so happy you’ve made a friend.”

You knew that it was fake, that she was just putting on an act. It intimidated you, and the wild imaginations of what could happen once the two of you meet in the dorms again scared you. Curiously, Heli took a look into your thoughts, for he felt suspicious as to why you looked so stiff. He knew it was wrong of him to do that, yet he couldn’t help but worry about you.

“Come on, Isabelle, let’s go eat.” Heli ignores Chae-won, only seeing her as a student of Decelis he and the rest need to protect.

Leading you out of the Decelis Square, Heli and his friends, that you have yet to know the names of, accompany you to the cafeteria. You still felt pressured, yes, but being with these people made you loosen up a bit, that feeling of prying eyes getting weaker by the minutes, except for one pair. One of the boys behind you, a tall frame with blue hair that grew past his shoulders, eyes blue and amber stared at your figure intensely. Something was bothering him, so bad yet he just didn’t know what. What are you doing to him, why is he feeling this way. This should be the first time you two met for he had, at that moment, no recollection of you. His heart says otherwise, for he feels drawn to you, as if he’s fallen for you. He was different from his friends in something, which he would never tell to anyone, for he was scared at the thought of his friends thinking of him as an enemy. What he partially was was an old foe to what his brothers were. He didn’t want to be like those animals, he wanted to, and will, stay on his friends’ side. But, since being half and half, the boy had the fate of having a mate as part of the wolf pack. That being said, with the strong foreign emotion he was feeling, could he have possibly found his mate?

Mate. He finally remembered. When he was a child, he had felt this very way towards a girl.

He had found his mate long ago, yet she disappeared, no trace of her to exist. There’s no way you would be her, right?

‘𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛’

There was only one way to find out: see if she has his necklace given to his childhood lover.

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riecurrents · 1 month ago

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hii could you a part 2 of little distractions where they officially get together? i need more okgyeong x reader

UNBEKNOWNST TO YOU

MOON OKGYEONG x GENDER NEUTRAL READER

WORDS: 2k | READ PART 1 aka LITTLE DISTRACTIONS

SYNOPSIS: After you and Okgyeong's usual hangout at the bar, she reveals a deeper facet of her feelings using her own intimate, coy ways—perhaps one that almost ends up blurring your perception of fantasy and reality.

"I am a rather simple person, Okgyeong," you say. "Typical responsibilities by day. Leisures at night. You, however, are far from it."

Okgyeong gives you a soft scoff, the corner of her mouth lifting into a playful smile. She tilts her head, her dark eyes glinting beneath the dim lights of the bar. "If only your simplicity could hide how alluring you actually are."

You laugh softly, half-embarrassed, but the other half of you is still trying to grasp what exactly she means by that. You, alluring? The thought almost feels like a foreign concept. But with Okgyeong, there’s always this quiet intensity in her words—a gravity that makes you wonder if you’re truly as simple as you think. You glance over at her, her confident stride, the way her face seems illuminated with an ethereal glow, and you can’t help but feel a quiet reverence for the woman beside you.

Unbeknownst to you, however, Okgyeong's thoughts are still simmering from earlier that afternoon, when she picked you up from work. She had arrived a little early, making her way through the lobby of your office building, where she'd overheard two of your colleagues chatting by the lobby. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop.

"That little smile earlier was charming.”

‘I saw it. Oh dear, how lucky you are.“

Okgyeong had bristled, pressing her lips together as she leaned against the wall, out of sight but very much within earshot. She'd never been the jealous type—at least, she hadn't thought she was. But hearing someone else fawn over you, seeing how others noticed the warmth and quiet charisma you brought to any room, made something tighten in her chest. She had wanted to march right up to you, take your hand, and whisk you away before anyone else could. And so, when she finally saw you there who just timed out of work, she wasn’t able to stop herself from hurrying you out of the building with an urgency flickering in her gaze that you hadn’t quite understood.

Now, as she watches you in this cozy, intimate glow of this bar—you and her lovely haven—she finds herself struck again by just how oblivious you are. The way you tilt your head as you listen, the way your hands curl around your glass with that quiet grace. You call yourself simple, but Okgyeong only sees the unique beauty in the way you carry yourself. It drives her to the point of wanting to keep you close, hidden from the world. She wishes she could tuck you safely in her pocket, carrying you everywhere, guarding your sweetness for herself.

Her thoughts are interrupted when you frown, "What’s going on in that head of yours, Okgyeong? You look… intense."

“Thinking about how I could hide your allure from anyone else but me,” she murmurs, her voice low, deep in thought. The way she said it without any semblance of embarrassment or humor almost turns you into a mindless, lovesick puddle.

You look down, catching the faintest blush on your own cheeks. "You make me sound like I'm some mystery even when I'm not.”

"Heh, I guess I just have to make you realize then." There's a sincerity in her eyes that almost takes your breath away. "I don’t think you see yourself the way I do."

You let out a small, awkward laugh, unsure of what to say to such intense honesty. It’s strange how she has this way of making you feel seen, like every little habit or smile of yours is something special.

The evening wears on, filled with laughter and quiet smiles, and you’re constantly reminded of the world of difference between you two. Okgyeong tells stories of her performances. She still feels fed up at times but perhaps your presence in the crowd has been helping her. Not to mention the fact that she treats your nighttime hangouts at this bar as her very own debriefing session. She almost sounds like you’re the only one in the room, the one she wants to impress.

Okgyeong suggests you two walk outside to get some fresh air after the drinking session, just so both of you can go home sober. You agree, gleefully so, appreciating the fact that she wants to lessen your hangover the morning after.

But then, as you walk down the pavements, something comes up in Okgyeong’s silly little mind.

“You know,” she says, voice soft but teasing, “I could show you a bit of what I do on stage. Give you a private performance.” Her eyes narrow playfully, a small, daring smile pulling at her lips.

“While walking?” you chuckle in disbelief, a little flustered by the idea. “And don’t I already get enough of your performances? Moon Okgyeong, I barely miss Maeran troupe’s performances, you know?”

“No, just imagine it…” She closes the distance between you two, her whole demeanor shifting in an instant, and the usual laid-back posture transforming into something more refined, princely.

She then stops walking, and you follow suit, looking around in quite a panic. If someone were to spot you two they would think you’re a pair of drunk idiots. The idea amuses you, but it might not be good for Okgyeong’s image!

Much to your worry, however, Okgyeong’s posture just goes upright and noble. Then suddenly, when her smile drops and her eyes turn poignant, she’s no longer Okgyeong but a regal figure from some old tale, a prince on a mission.

Prince Hodong from Jamyunggo. Perhaps you’ve watched so much of her that a brief change in expression could already make you deduce which character she is trying to portray.

Her hand slides over to your shoulder. She positions herself behind, her touches gentle, her lips inches away from your ear. “Oh, my dearest Princess Mokryeon…” she begins, her voice lowering, words laced with an intensity that makes the hair on your arms stand on end. “I have crossed rivers and scaled mountains to see you, my one and only.” Her other hand lifts to your cheeks. It then trails down to rest lightly along your jaw. “And I shall continue to do so, just as I would be willing do so.”

You feel your breath catch, aware of every point where her skin touches yours. Unlike in the theater, where her voice must have volume enough to reach the back even during intimate scenes, Okgyeong’s voice right now is barely a whisper—tipping almost to sultriness, but still gentle enough to be as wholesome.

She gently tilts your face with her fingers, in an angle just right to see you eye to eye, while you—for the love of god—can’t look away. No, you refuse to look away, not when her thumb brushes over your cheek, especially not when it leaves a tingling warmth in its wake.

“Would you take my hand, my dear princess,” Prince Hodong murmurs, her words carrying a solemn vow, “and let me guard you, cherish you, for as long as I draw breath?”

You have to say something.

But Okgyeong’s breath tickling the expanse of your neck and the back of your ears is not helping at all. Your mind is suddenly a muddy puddle, devoid of thoughts for its fitful sake to keep your sanity in check.

She notices your surprise and fluster, and yet she doesn’t break character—well, aside from the glint in her eyes that she barely hides out of amusement with your reaction. Her hand leaves your chin, then it trails down to your wrist, wrapping around it with a tenderness that’s both grounding and thrilling. “My love, my sweetest love,” she says, voice dropping even lower, “I would be a fool to let another soul near you, to allow any gaze but mine to rest upon you.”

Wait, hold on. You’ve watched Maeran’s rendition of Jamyunggo for as long as you remember, and so you know by heart that what she said just now is not in the script.

Her hand shifts—two fingers graze the inside of your wrist where she can feel the rapid beat of your pulse. Oh dear, it’s beating so fast; the way Okgyeong is trying her hardest not to chuckle upon realizing that fact.

Why wouldn’t it beat fast though, when you now feel the world around you slipping away? Her words are weaving a spell around you, and you couldn’t comprehend anything but the weight of her touch as well as the steady, smoldering look in her eyes.

“I… I wouldn’t know what to do with a prince like you,” you stammer, unsure if you’re trying to go along with her adlibs or genuinely raising a concern.

Okgyeong’s lips twitch, a soft smile breaking through her intensity. She softens her gaze, much to your relief, but her fingers still linger on your wrist—it feels warm, grounding.

“Then let me show you,” she lifts your hand up to her chest, then presses it over her heart. “Can you feel it too?”

“F-fast…” your gaze quickly lays upon her, now confused. Why is her heart beating fast?

“Indeed it is,” she smiles, “wanna know why?”

And with that smile, you just know that she’s done acting a while ago. “Okgyeong…”

“Hm?” Okgyeong lights up with a tender smile. She holds your hand a moment longer, touch lingering even as she returns to her usual self.

“Why?”

"Honestly, I... I’m not used to feeling like this," she admits, a touch of uncertainty as she laughs. "I’m always in front of others. Performing. But with you, the primary isn’t to perform, but rather to be just here, with you."

You feel the warmth spread through you, filling all the quiet spaces inside. For the first time, you understand a little of what she’s been trying to tell you. You aren’t just a simple person. You’re someone who—without even knowing—has become the most captivating part of her world.

“But, Okgyeong,” this time, you’re the one to close the distance, “you’re way beyond me. I’m as plain and normal as you could ever be. I don’t think you…”

Okgyeong hushes you, her finger laying atop your lips. “You have no idea how I see you, how other people see you, and how much I’ve been holding back all this time.”

And now, she looks more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen her.

Of course, you don’t think you could ever understand how she sees you. Her dark eyes are soft in the moonlight as you speak, but it’s not a mirror—it never would be. It's just like how Okgyeong will never understand how you see her.

To you, Okgyeong’s the charismatic one. She commands a room; her voice and presence fill every corner. She’s Maeran’s prince, after all. She’s someone who embodies grace and allure in a way no one else could. Yet, here she is, eyes full of yearning and reverence before you.

She is wrapped in the warmth of your simplicity, hopelessly so, that she finds herself craving it more than the applause of a thousand audiences.

You’re at a loss for words. For all the times you’ve shared quiet moments together, she’s never been so open about how she feels about you. Only now do you realize that Okgyeong actually cares this much, this deep. There’s much of herself she holds back out of fear of overwhelming you. And as you gaze back at her, you realize just how badly you want to ease the doubts lingering in her mind.

"Then… make me," you say softly, "make me understand how you see me, Okgyeong.”

Your words seem to stun her, and for once, you see her carefully composed exterior crumble. Her lips part as if to say something to no avail. Instead, she steps forward, reaching out until her lips glide yours. You feel tremors in her hands as they wrap around your cheeks, and you can’t help but smile, a feeling of warmth and belonging spreading through you.

Her lips are soft on yours, careless and unrefined. Sloppy as it sounds, you could feel how Okgyeong had really held herself back in consideration of your feelings. And now that you’ve given her the go signal to let it all out, there’s no way she could let that opportunity pass. You’re gonna feel all of her, tonight and the days after, until you can finally understand where she’s coming from—until you can finally see how she sees you.

Her touch lingers in your every nerve, wrapping around you like a blanket. You feel warmth spreading through your chest, and slowly, carefully, your heartbeat stables again.

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