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[imagine-wannaone]

Yoon Jisung Royalty Au

Y’all really love Jisung and honestly, same.

•You love life in the city, • You grew up moving back and forth between the hustle and bustle of the city and to your family’s farms in a small village in the country, so yanno, an equal balance, • But yeah, you decided to start a buissness in the city after years of internal debate and struggle ™ (because decision making is hard and scary okay), • Because whilst growing up you had strong tactics in making friends: • Baked goods. • 10/10 good thinking, well done. • Because you moved back and forth, it was kinda hard to maintain friendships? • So you did what any wise 9 year old would do: • Bought their friendship (Probably didn’t have to but you likes making cakes anyway so eh), • No, seriously though, people then understood you were really friendly and kind, and it was always good with old friends because it was like a ‘sorry you haven’t seen me in 6 months but look I have pastries’ • So, baking was like a safety blanket with good connotations, and you were seriously awesome at it. • Family recipe? Pffft, you made the family recipe. • So what better investment than a small bakery in the city? • People in the city missed the home cooked feeling you could bake and if business was quiet you could people-watch through the glass front, the royal palace nearby drawing in lots of tourism, • So you make your cakes and chat with regulars in your dainty little bakery, aesthetic goals, • You’re slipping some warm cookies into the glass showcase that you use as your counter when your bell jingles, telling you that you have your first customer, • You smile at the man sliding through your pastel blue door; he’s elegant looking, clean, and you can feel his aura instantly, holding himself well, • His face is covered with a mask, a common accessory, especially in the colder weather, and a bobble hat pulled down adorably all the way down, so you can’t see much of his face, • Although his eyes seem somehow piercing, they’re warm and gentle looking and you can tell the man in front of you can’t be much older than yourself, • You greet him and then make yourself look busy with some cinnamon buns so he doesn’t feel any pressure to buy anything, • “Have you had this place long?” • His voice makes you jump, and you laugh at yourself for being so skittish, but the man’s voice is smooth and oddly familiar, • “Only around 9 months, but I’ve been baking since I was small,” • You see his eyes crease, indicating a smile that warms your heart, • “I enjoy cooking but I never get the time to do so,” • You take your time in appreciating how he pronounces every syllable of what he says, making him sound like he means every word, • You have a feeling he could say 'shrek is a cinematic masterpiece’ and you’d believe him whole heartedly, • “That’s sad, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what stops you? You should be able to do what makes you happy,” • “I have a family business which makes time quite scarce, and I do not entirely know how to make anything as complex as these chocolate cookies,” his tone is quite and almost sorrowful, but lilts upwards at the end, joking, • You can’t hold back the giggle that escapes your lips, although his words hang slightly on your heart, • You push the sliding door open and scoop 4 of the large chocolate cookies into a paper bag, taping down the top with a flourish and presenting it to the man with an exaggerated bow, as if he was royalty, • *nervous laughter* • The man behind the counter starts searching his pockets, but you cross your arms with a soft smile, • “Free for such a lovely first customer,” • He begins to refuse but you sigh and lightly push his hands away from searching his pocket, • Because you’re nothing but bold AmIRight, • His hands are covered in some black silk gloves, a clue that keys in with his speech that this man may be of higher class, • Despite the gloves, his warmth radiates through them and sends a small shiver up your back, • (Someone walking over your grave my ass), • “Listen, if you can’t do what you enjoy, you should at least get to enjoy the finished product,” • The man looks reluctant as you watch something shift in his coffee coloured eyes, but nods anyway, • And that is not the last encounter with this regal man, • He starts to come every other day, making his way through your whole menu, and the two of you becoming casual friends, • You have a habit of watching his eyes, desperate for any type emotion you can read, • You always have the radio on and if there’s no customers you’ll dance and, on rare occasions, get the man to do a jig with you, he swirls you around and it takes an extra 5 seconds for you heart to stop spinning, •  You test new bakes on him, and you can always count on him to tell you the honest truth, • You hug him spur of the moment sometimes, When he comes into the shop or helps you in any way, • Self control, what’s that? •He always freezes at first and then melts into you, wrapping one arm around you, • If he ever has a minute of spare time he’ll people-watch with you, • His shady and sassy comments always make you crack up, • “Those kids running, they have not yet experienced the cruel world,” • “Jisung they look to be 6, I hope they haven’t,” •  or • “ That dog looks to have more swag than you, Y/N,” • So yeah you develop a slight crush on this complete stranger, • Who suspiciously has never taken his mask off but you don’t pressure him, • But tbh how couldn’t you fall for this guy, • Jisung, • He obviously thought the name Jisung was common enough not to raise suspicions about who he was but, • It’s when he tells you his name that you put the pieces together, • Expensive clothes, articulate, little time to himself because of his 'family business’, always covering his face, • Jisung is the name of one of your country’s princes, to be particular, the one who will inherit the throne, the oldest of 11, • And then you start realising things, • How much Jisung composes himself, and how precious the moments he lets himself go are, • Grace and elegance seem to be drilled into him, • His eyes seem to be wise beyond his years, observing and omniscient, the way they track you with a caring sheen making you trip over your own feet, • The way his eyes take in every detail about your baked goods and cozy little shop, • How he always seems to take deep breaths, inhaling the sweet smell of cooked bread that you always have in your store, • Because how could you be a bakery without having that classic smell™, • And how he always seems to buzz and relax in your shop, in the early hours of the day before any customers will arrive, how much softer he is in your shop than he ever is on TV or at royal gatherings or in public, • Upon your discovery, yeah, you have a mini mental breakdown because you’ve been chatting to the future king so casually and he likes your pastries!!!!! • But you don’t tell him you found out, or act differently, because if he wanted you to know he’d tell you, • But man have you fallen head over heels for this gentle, regal Jisung, • “I was thinking, whenever you have the tiniest amount of spare time, head right here. I’ll show you how to bake those brownies you always eye up as if they offer you the answer to your dreams,” • Oh boy, does your heart do the pla dunk when you ask him, trying not to sound awkward or desperate, • But at this point, do you really care? Jisung will judge you anyway, • He laughs and your heart soars because YOU could make that melodic sound come to life, • The next morning when your bell dingles, and your heart warms like always when in Jisung’s aura, • “I thought I’d take you up on your offer,” • Jisung’s stood at the door, an apron in hand and you laugh as he ties it over his jumper, •One of the superman aprons, he’d obviously seen before that you had the wonder woman one, •" But, uh, Y/N, I have something to, ah, tell you?“ He seems nervous, shifty and a little jittery before he pulls himself together to stand tall and confident, probably what he’d been taught to do, before leaning forward onto the counter, • "Would it, perhaps be, I don’t know, the fact that you’re Prince Yoon Jisung, the nation’s cutie?” • You also lean forward in your counter, your faces closer than predicted, but you use all of your willpower, • A l l  of your will power, • To focus on Jisung’s reaction, • His eyebrows shoot to the sky and he straightens immediately in surprise, • “What, y-you knew?” • “Us commoners aren’t that slow, Jisung,” You tease, pulling at his mask and nabbing his hat to slide into your own head, grinning at him, the low light bouncing off his chocolate hair, matching his eyes, • It takes a solid 15 minutes for you to stop giggling at the amount of shocked questions Jisung fires at you, and he seems incredibly revealed you haven’t changed the way you act around him, • But then he admits he wants to bake with you, • And Ho Boy, who are you to refuse a man of achieving his dreams? • So you’re showing Jisung how to make your secret recipe chocolate orange and lime cupcakes (it works with the magic of your hands trust me) when Jisung kinda just stops stirring and just stares at you, • And your like bruh have I got it on my face? I mean you aren’t complaining about the attention but you’re v on edge at his open staring, • “I’m to inherit this whole country, but all I want to do is spend the rest of my days in this bakery with you Y/N, and I can’t bring myself to care that that’s wrong,” • What’s this? You’ve flat lined? Me too bro, me too, • “Everyone’s allowed to have a dream Jisung,” • You smile through your radiating red cheeks and heart that doesn’t want to beat to the right rhythm, • “What if it didn’t have to be a dream, Y/N, would you let me stay here? With you?” • Tbh, you don’t even need to say anything, that soft smile is all he needs, • But through this whole conversation, he has some chocolate mix resting on the corner of his lips and yes this is very important and heart racing but the chOcOlAte MiX Is DisTRacTinG, • So you lean forward to kiss him, the icing seemingly melting into the kiss as well as the two of you, • It’s sweet, quite literally, and slow and exactly like a prince charming, • His hands skim your back and you drape your arms over his shoulders and his hair’s damn soft and there’s fireworks, • It all sorta tumbles from then on, • Jisung has many, many, m a n y negotiations with his family about what he wants to do, • Upside to having 10 brother’s, at least one of them won’t mind taking the throne instead, • And the king and queen are understanding and you pretend not to know they’re a little pissed atm about all the hassle for your own health if nothing else,(They love you after a while dw), • News of Jisung sorta stepping down from royalty to co own a tiny bakery spreads like wild fire and the bakery is swarmed with press and people and pure hell, and some people think it’s cute and your adorable but some think you’re a gold digger and he shouldn’t step down from royalty for something so stupid,

• Honestly it’s a lot to take in and there are several emotional points where you question whether this was the right idea but then Jisung walks over to you with some new cookies, warm heart and comforting words and everything’s okay, • but within a year it’s died down, although you definitely still get some press or whatever it’s not so bad, • You meet Jisungs’ brothers, which is an adventure™ oh boy, and your family all swoon for Jisungs’ proper manners and royal charm and at first you feel incredibly judged by the king and queen but then you settle down and everything’s calm,

• Then one day you realize you’re a flippin’ princess! You visit the royal palace and are in love with a prince and this is definitely not how you planned your life but can you complain? • And most importantly, the two of you sell the best cinnabons in the country partly due to the fact you’re both cinnamon rolls, okay? So soft and sweet.