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aaaa ur so sweet đ€§đ€ glad you liked it! thank you for reading luv
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pairing: (skz) lee minho x fem!reader
As the daughter of the previous Snow White, your story requires an evil witch to take the antagonistâs spotâsomeone who would help lead you towards your happily ever after. That was where Minhoâs role comes in.
genre/s: fantasy au, storybook/fairytales next generation au, forbidden lovers(ish), angst, fluff, drama in general, a dash of humor, son of the evil queen minho x daughter of snow white reader, kinda ever after high au but with a twist
warning/s: mentions of death (no actual dying), themes of bullying & discrimination (story roles), mentions of cheating (its not minho dw), political(?) corruption & deception, swearing, crying... lots, hyunjin is kinda an asshole for a while im so sorry
wc: 16.6k
note: tysm for the people who took interest in the teaser! i hope this makes the wait worth it <3 also this is my first time writing a fic this long, so feedback would be greatly appreciated^^
Legacy Day.
A momentous event where the students of Storybook High pledge to all of the magical world to follow in the same footsteps as their fairytale parents. In this school, the students range from the offspring of protagonists to mere side charactersâthe sons and daughters of antagonists are here too.
You see, when children of this magical world turn eleven, they are sent to study at Storybook High to learn more about the realm and the stories that led to its establishment. One is expected to complete the full nine-year curriculum and sign the Book of Legends on the first day of eighth grade, sealing their fate forever. This day is called "Legacy Day."
The process of signing oneâs fate has been followed for many years. Some were less willing than the others, of courseâbut at the end of the day, no one had ever dared not to sign. This was greatly influenced by the saying that if you donât, then your story will disappear along with you. As one would have already guessed, that belief sparked a heated debate about whether it was true or not. After all, there were a lot of fairytale children that despised their so-called "fate".
And that leads us exactly to our current event.
Silence wraps the massive hall as all eyes are fixated on one person standing on top of the tall stage. Tension hung heavily in the air, a result created by seeing who was facing them all. You couldnât help but gulp in anticipation, finding your hands clasped while your eyes were glued on Minhoâwho was nervously staring at the book in front of him.Â
Minho was what they could classify as your partner. Not in a romantic way (you suppose), but more so with your stories. As the daughter of the previous Snow White, your story requires an evil witch to take the antagonistâs spotâsomeone who would help lead you towards your happily ever after.Â
That was where Minhoâs role comes in.
"I am Minho, son of the Evil Queen. And," he takes a shaky breath. "I pledge..."
Everyone watching is on the tips of their toes. Minho was most well known as the person who hated their fate more than anyone else. He was practically the face of the "rebellious teens," as the others called them, who claimed they would write their own stories instead. Being the son of the Evil Queenâthe same person who poisoned your very own mother and got herself locked up inside the mirror prison, his story calls for him to do the same to you.Â
Surprisingly, Minho was far from what you wouldâve expected as the next Evil King.
From the moment you got your acceptance letter, your parents had already warned you to never befriend Minho. They said that heâd be mean, despicable, a rotten apple, and basically evil as a whole. "Mind your own business in the dorm room, sweetheart," you remember your mother telling you as she smoothed out your dress in the carriage. "Your roommate will be the enemy. I know it sounds scary, but itâs only natural. Both of your fates are tied together. However, do not worry, my love. Itâll be over as soon as possible," she comforted you.
Well, it turns out your parents were very wrong.
Minho was nothing short of sweet and caring. Sure, he was a bit cold at times, but his frosty exterior did not speak for him the same way his heart did at all. He was fun, playful, and easy to get along with. You found yourself forming a friendly dynamic with him sooner than you expected.
"I pledge," Minho visibly gritted his teeth to force out the words he feared for the longest time. Eyes shifting, he looked at youâwordlessly pleading for you to help him escape. But, having nothing much you could do, you could only give him a small smile of encouragement. He had to do this.Â
There was no other choice.Â
Feeling defeated, he took the quill and stopped below the page. This was itâheâs expected to sign any second now, you thought bitterly. Even if one despised their fate, it was the only way to live in this world. The harsh truth that all of you had to endure.
Yet just when you were about to relax, Minhoâs eyes suddenly changed from hesitant to determined. Your eyes automatically widened in horror. As his friend and roommate for the seven years youâve been at this school, that look was something you knew very well.Â
He canât be thinking ofâno way!
"No," he spat out strongly. The crowd collectively gasps at his words. "Iâm not signing this bullshit."
In one quick motion, the book was slammed shut.Â
The sound of distressed reactions took over the hall as the magic mirrors showcasing the event shattered one by one. Fear quickly spread amongst the mass of people, the emotion emphasized by the now dimming lighting. Your body froze in shock and disbelief at what Minho had just done. Thisâthis canât be happening, right?Â
Your eyes closed instinctively as you shook silently beneath the stage. You two canât just disappear like this! What on earth was Minho thinking? Sure, you had already signed your story, but without Minho, would it even still exist? Both of your fates are broken nowâif there even is one by the end of this.
You hoped the disappearing process would be painless because you really werenât ready to experience suffering for something you didnât ask for in the first place. A few seconds passed by as you waited for the inevitable.Â
But it never came.
Instead, you found yourself feeling nothing that was out of the ordinary. As you slowly raise your head to look at the situation, your eyes catch sight of Minhoâs disapproving ones. In the short minute that you had that small breakdown, he had already stepped off the stage and was now proceeding to head away from the hall.Â
The look he gave you made your eyes burn in hot fury.Â
Is he serious? Why is he even disappointed? Can he really blame you for getting scared when heâs the one who put both of your lives in danger? You signed the bookâyou even signed it for him! All in an effort to make sure that both of your stories wonât vanish into thin air.
So what made him betray you like that?
Your clicking heels echoed loudly throughout the hallway as you walked briskly to follow his speedy figure. "Minho!" you called out to him, tone filled with frustration. Luckily, that seemed to halt his steps.
Finally catching up, you stopped just a few meters behind his back. The air was cold and lightly frosted over your warm skin. The once lively corridor was now bleak and seemed very unwelcoming. There was an unspoken hostility felt between you and Minho, as the two of you stood there for a momentânot saying anything. Something you had already expected.
What can you even say after all that?
Minho sighs in exasperation before turning around and facing you. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, refusing to venture to his face, which was carved with torment. You tried to reach your hand out to touch him, but he swatted your hand away gently. "...What do you want?"
You found your mind blanking for a moment after finally getting a better look at him. Minho looked ethereal at that moment, even through the show of his obvious pain. The moonlight suited him, you thought. It framed his whole being in its sparkling glow.Â
Nevertheless, it wasn't long until you remembered why you were in front of him in the first place.
"...Why?" you rasped out. All the previous events and emotions begin to flood back, overwhelming you beyond belief. "Why would you do that!?" you shrieked at him. Minho clenched his jaw at your words.Â
"You... you could've disappeared! I could've disappeared! What were you thinkingâ"
"But we didn't!" he yelled back. Your words immediately clumped up and stuck in your throat, unable to get out. "We didn't disappear! So I'm asking you now Y/N, what do you want?" Minho seethed.
What did you want? What else could you possibly want? All you wished for was to live properly and survive. But to achieve that in this world, he had toâ
"Sign the book," you pleaded desperately. And even through the hurt gaze he set on you, you continued to try and reason with him.
"Please just sign the book. I'll do anything you want. You want to change your destiny, right? We can make it work! Do you perhaps want a throne? I'll give you mine willingly. You don't have to be thrown into the mirror prison," your voice was becoming shakier by the second from the intensity of the situation. "See? It's not really that hard, Minho! You could still change the events even if you signed the book. I know you're scared to live a life you donât want, butâ"
"When will you understand that it's not about me!?" he cried out.
The sheer amount of emotion in Minho's voice takes you by surprise. It was raw, and undoubtedly broken. His words pierced your heart sharply, and you inwardly winced as you felt the imaginary arrows sink deeper. Through the ache, you forced out a reply, "...Pardon?"
Minho hastily wiped the few tears that managed to escape, and said, "I donât want a throne, and I'm not scared of going to that prison. In fact, with what they're expecting me to do, I really do deserve it! Justâjust like my mother..."Â
He's... not? Then why go through all this trouble for a rebellion? He even appears to be willing to poison youâ
"But I'm different from her. I don't want to hurt you," he added weakly, "Ever. I could never bring myself to do it, Y/N. And I knew if I signed that damned book, fate would somehow find a way for me to fulfill the story, even against my wishes. And... I can't have that."
"But what about the story now? If it disappears, weâ"
"Oh please, Y/N. What are we doing right now, huh? Talking! We didn't disappear like all the legends used to say."
"But we still could!" you stubbornly retorted.
Minho huffed and rolled his eyes, "So what? I'd rather that happen than my story."
The frigid tension that formed between the two of you engulfed the whole space. At this point, you were sure that if someone were to walk in on the two of you, there was a good chance they would end up coughing ice.
"You don't mean that," you warned, glaring at him. "I know well that you aren't implying that you'd rather die than... live?" The words you uttered weighed heavy on your tongue.
He simply shrugged casually in response, "Why not? I have nothing to look forward to in my supposed future anyway. Unlike your kind who get all the happy endings, we're just here to make you guys look goodâwhat? Don't look at me like that. You know damn well it's true," he scoffed venomously. "A lot of us don't even like our stories, but look at how we're forced to do it for you to live happily ever after."
His words set fire inside of you once again. How dare he assume you had it easy too? Maybe on paper it didâyou could admit that. You were a protagonist and a royal, after all, destined to have a happy ending and live a lavish life. But you knew that if you closely examined the cards you'd been dealt with, it was far from the ideal storybook ending people made it out to be. You couldn't help but laugh at the irony.
"Do you really think I like my story too?" You questioned him with a wry chuckle. "Do you really think I want to be poisoned? Then get rescued by a prince who, mind you, doesn't even love me! And then say I have to marry him too? It's bad enough Hyunjin openly displays to the public that he doesn't have an ounce of care about my well-being, but he's even shoving it into my face that he already likes someone else! Tell me who in the world wants to be a second choice, let alone be cheated on?"
"Then you shouldn't have signed it."Â
His blunt words hit you like a truck. Finally feeling the crash of all the events that happened, you broke out into tears. The moonlight you praised him in earlier now serves as a humiliating reminder of whatâs to come. Minho stares at your sobbing face one last time before walking away.Â
And all you could think about was how he could be right.
The bustling crowd of the school cafeteria is loud as alwaysâbut this time, there was a glaringly obvious tense atmosphere that followed everyone. You couldnât help but sigh at the troublesome situation.Â
It's been a tough week for you in terms of your social life. The number of pitiful looks you've received, as well as "You can get through this," greetings from your fellow peers who played as protagonists, was astounding. On a normal day before, they would never have spared you a single glance unless they needed something. But now, youâve practically become the center of their conversations.
And even at the very moment, youâve got all their attention. One would think their stares were due to you wearing something obnoxiousâbut you were literally just trying to eat. You roll your eyes in annoyance.Â
So much for a good lunch.
"Maybe if you werenât in such a critical situation right now, then they wouldnât be eyeing you like a display," Seungmin commented from across the table. You threw some grains of rice towards him.
"Or, I donât know, they could mind their own business?"
"As if that would ever happen," the son of the Queen of Hearts muttered. "Theyâd rather watch the world explode than pass on drama."
In a way, he was right. Storybook High was not just any normal schoolâit was also the center of gossip throughout the entire realm. As you were the next generation of citizens, the spotlight currently shines brightly on your generation.
Felix chuckled. "Itâs funny to see how different the two sides view you." The reminder of the current unity status of the student body from the next Hansel (his mother is actually Gretel, but Felixâs cousin was a girl, so they agreed to switch) immediately sucked all the remaining life from your body. "The Royals pity you, while the Rebels are curious about where you stand."
The Royals and the Rebels.
Division between the student population had been at an all-time high ever since that little stunt Minho pulled on Legacy Day. What was once a peaceful crowd quickly developed into a dangerous war zone. Granted, the peopleâs divisions already existed even before the school was founded. The most obvious one was being sorted into "Protagonists," "Antagonists," and "Side Characters." But it looks like with the current rise in rebellion of teens who arenât satisfied with their fates, a new division has arisen.Â
And it worsened with Minhoâs refusal to sign his story.
You see, after the both of you left the hall to have your little "chat"âmany of those who wanted to write a new destiny for themselves also refused to sign. These people, including Minho himself, are now classified as "Rebels." This placed them on the bad side of the (now called) "Royals", who wanted to follow their predetermined happily ever afters.Â
Not everyone opposing the Rebels is actually royalty, but the majority of them are. This was what earned the group's generalized title as "Royals." Although, some of the non-royalty protagonists took advantage of the opportunity to act like one. One of them is Yeri, Goldilocks' daughterâ
"Hey Y/N!" You hear a familiar voice call out. Well, speak of the devil. Yeri happily rushes over to your current table, an action Hyunjin clearly did not appreciate. Oh, did you mention you were eating lunch with him? No? Good. Heâs not that special anyway.
Deciding to be a decent person, you turned around and greeted the girl, "A pleasant day to you too, Yeri. What can I help you with?" Seungmin and Felix quickly followed up with their pleasantries, while Hyunjin only grunted as his greeting. If this jackassâ
"Oh, yes certainly," she chirps joyfully. You kind of envy her personality. For being the next Snow White, you were nowhere near being as positive as your mother. You lightly smiled at Yeri for her to continue, "Well, you see, Iâm writing a new scoop for my blog about Legacy Day! Could you be a dear and tell me what you think of what happened?"
Your smile vanishes in a flash.
Is this a joke? Why are they asking you, of all people? Itâs either sheâs completely clueless or this is a sick way of putting you down. The nerve of them to attempt to humiliate you like this.
Felix tries to intervene, seeing your reaction. "Yeri, actuallyâ"
A sudden mocking laugh rang through your ears, successfully cutting Felix off. "Please, Yeri. You can interview me instead. Letâs leave little Snow White alone, yeah? Sheâs already dealing with so much!"Â
Seungmin didnât even try to hide his distaste for the new face that entered the sceneâa contrast to Hyunjin, who finally cracked a smile for the first time since he sat at the table.Â
Of course he would. The voice belonged to the one and only Mina. The daughter of the Swan Princess, now the Swan Queen.Â
Just great. What does she want now? You never knew what her problem was. She has always had a personal vendetta against you and is hellbent on making your life as miserable as possible. Not very successful, but bothersome nonetheless.Â
Rightâsheâs also the one dating Hyunjin. The awfully paired Prince Charming to your Snow White.
Your friends used to say that she was just jealous of you. And while there was a good percentage for that to be true, you personally think sheâs just a shitty person in general. Her not-so-best reputation among the student body certainly backed that up. Her and Hyunjin suit each other, you thought to yourself.Â
"Iâm so sorry, Y/N! I swear I didnât mean to offend you," Yeri quickly apologized. Your head was slowly starting to hurt from all this dramatic nonsense. And unfortunately for you, Hyunjin finally decides to speak up, "Mina is right. Y/N must be having such a hard time, especially knowing her story might not happen anymore."
What the fuck. Is he for real?
Apparently he is, because he chose to leave your group at the table and walk away with the other two girls. Ohâwould you look at that. Totally expected of him. You groaned as you rested your head on the lunch table.Â
"Why does he even decide to hang around us?" Seungmin scowled at Hyunjinâs retreating figure. "Itâs not as if he likes any of us."
You poked at your tray with a spoon, "His parents probably forced him to because of me. Who knows, maybe theyâre scary."
Hyunjin was⊠not necessarily a bad person. In the eyes of other people, he really wasnât. He had a good reputation amongst your peers (a stark contrast to his girlfriend), and was often called the "ideal prince." Yet, for some reason you canât understand, he was nothing less than a pain for you and your friends.Â
"Until now, I donât get his issue. You havenât been treating him half as bad as he does to you," Felix sips on his juice. "Is the idea of kissing you in a casket that nightmare inducing for him? Youâre literally the one dying, Y/N."
From the very start, you knew Hyunjin did not like that he was the assigned prince to you. He never explained why though, and you always thought it was because, ironically, he likes apples. Youâre honestly surprised he even signed his story! For the longest time, you believed he was going to end up siding with the Rebels.
Well, to be fair, he is still a prince destined for a happy endingâno matter the partner assigned to him. Maybe he also couldnât give up the luxury. Or like you, believed that he would disappear too. All valid reasons in your book.
Speaking of Rebels, you lifted your head to look at Minhoâs direction. Youâve noticed him sitting near the window since lunch started, and the sight of him alone made your heart ache with worry. From what youâve seen, people have been avoiding him like the plague ever since the Legacy Day incident happened. Aside from when he was with his friends, all others who refused to sign their stories, Minho was seen on his own for the most part.
You were well aware that a lot of Royals had been badmouthing him intensely too. The complete opposite to the pity treatment youâve been receiving, even though you knew they could care less. And to be honest, itâd be better if they actually acted that way instead.
"Jeez, look over there," Felix whispered. "A Royal table and a Rebel table are arguing."
How amusing. It looks like you really owe Minho an apology. He was right about most of the Royals. One of the only exceptions would probably be your friends and Jisung. He was genuinely worried enough to tell you that he was willing to be your prince instead, if Hyunjin (his best friend, by the way. How that happened, you would never know.) was ever planning on flaking out. You politely declined him, though. Your stories would clash too much. After all, he was the main protagonist of his own story tooâbeing the son of the Frog Prince and all. The poor guy also had a massive hopeless crush on Pinocchioâs daughter.
Back to Minho, the two of you havenât spoken for the past week. The dorm room both of you shared became too quiet, not a single word being uttered throughout the hours it was occupied. And whenever you did try to talk to him, he would simply ignore you, even leaving the room if it wasn't yet past curfew.
Maybe you should try it now?
"Hey," you tried to get your two friendsâ attention, "Should I talk to Minho?"
Seungmin peeled his eyes away from the fight that was occurring a few tables away. "Go for it? Youâve been all mopey and sad for the past week. Itâs about time you and him made up." Felix agreed with a short nod.
"Alright, wish me luck."
Deciding to test the waters, you stood up from your seat. The nerves are starting to form, and the words you wanted to say are lost in the sea of your thoughts once again. Taking a deep breath, you told yourself you could do it.
It was just Minho, after all. You two are close friends, right? Even though youâre supposed to be enemies in front of everyone else, of course. Talking to him shouldnât be this hard. Itâs all in your head, Y/N. You can do it.
Nowâokay, maybe not.
As soon as you finally get the courage to move, you spot his friends approaching him. It looks like you lost your chance again. He would surely use his friends as an excuse to avoid you. Running your hand through your hair, you backed out of your plan right away and sat down.
Felix snorted, "Too late, huh?"
Youâll just have to talk to him soon.
Minho was not in class.
Normally, this fact wouldnât bother you too muchâbut it was currently culinary class. His favorite class out of them all.Â
Other students knew of this fact too. And while they used to think it was because he was secretly determined to successfully poison you in the future, you knew that it was just because he genuinely liked cooking. So the mere fact that he wasnât anywhere to be seen at that moment concerned you greatly.
Chan, your cooking partner for this session, took notice of your fidgety actions. "Are you okay?" he asked. "You look really anxious. Is it perhaps because of me?" His question surprised you.Â
What? Why would you beâoh. Chan was someone who sided with the rebels. He was good friends with Minho too, the two of them sharing the same sentiment of not wanting to be antagonists in anyoneâs lives. You knew being told to be the next Big Bad Wolf hadn't been an easy task for him. And because you're technically a royal, he might be thinking you despise his guts as well.
"Oh, not at all! Iâm so sorry... Iâm just concerned about Minho," he hums at your answer. Taking out the chopping board, he replies, "Is it because heâs not here? Yeah, I could totally relate to your thought process. Shocked the heck out of me too, actually."
You nod aggressively, "Exactly! He never skips culinary class. There was this one time when he was having such a bad headache, yet still insisted on attending this class for that day."
In general, it was quite unlikely for Minho to skip any classes at all. He was someone who valued education and was very vocal about it. That, and something about not wanting to act like his mother when she was still in school. Minho was determined to be a model student, proving to others that he was nowhere near evil.
"Yeah, it sounds like him alright," Chan says, laughing. "Who knows? Maybe heâs just really tired today." You think carefully about his words.
It was a reasonable guess, but Minho? Too tired to cook? Unheard of! Unless heâs really sick and canât attend the class because of the health protocols. He seemed okay this morning, though? Sure, you canât really tell since the both of you havenât interacted in a while (you should really try talking to him again, itâs been 3 days since the cafeteria attempt), and you only had this class together for this yearâ
Wait a minute.Â
You only shared culinary class with him this year? Heâhe couldnât have avoided this class because it was the only class you two had together, right? He wouldnât go as far as skipping his favorite class just to avoid you?
News flash, Y/N. He totally could. And thatâs most likely what happened.
You huffed at the pettiness of the idea. If he doesnât want you to convince him to sign the book that badly, then you wonât! Like itâd even matter at this point. Too much damage has already been done.Â
The look on your face mustâve been clear as day, because you hear Chan sigh from beside you. You flushed in embarrassment. While chopping the carrot, Chan decides to break the silence. "You think heâs avoiding you, huh?" he said, as you gave him a short nod. "Did he tell you that?"
"No, not really," you awkwardly responded. "Weâwe havenât been talking."
Chan starts aggressively chopping, "Minho, that idiot. I told him to talk to you!" You stopped steering the soup you two were working on. The volume of his sigh worsened. You couldnât help but snicker at his obvious stress.
"That guy really," he said, finishing up. "Donât worry, Y/N. Heâll come around soon. He just needs more time to think."
Time to think... He had a point. Maybe you needed time to think too.Â
For the past few days, youâve been really preoccupied with the relationship between you and Minho, along with the growing suspicion that the Royals were starting to outcast you (their pity phase must be over now). Because of that, you havenât had the luxury of really thinking about everything. From the events that happened on Legacy Day to figuring out what you actually believed inâthere was still a lot to unpack.Â
But before you could completely immerse yourself in your mind, panicked squeals diverted your attention to the cooking booth right beside Chan and yoursâwhere two of your classmates were rummaging around in an attempt to stop the boiling pot from spilling over.Â
"Uh, hey Chan, can you help?" Changbin, the Mad Hatterâs son, awkwardly calls out. Right beside him was a malfunctioning Jeongin, seemingly under more stress than the former. Chanâs eyes widened, "What did you even do?"
"It was Jeonginâs idea!" Changbin whined to your partner. The mentioned guy protests, "It was clearly a joke! I didnât think you would actually do it!"
Ahâthe son of the Cheshire Cat causes mischief once again.
Groaning, Chan turns to look at you. "Sorry Y/N, can you handle the soup first? Iâll just help them real quick," you give him a thumbs up, "Thanks. Just put the ones I chopped in the pot, then stir until cooked." You did exactly as you were told. While waiting for the soup to cook, you decided to take the opportunity and start what you shouldâve done earlier.Â
First of all, Legacy Day.
At first, you were terrified that Minho had finalized his stance that he wouldnât follow his story. All your life, you were led to believe that following oneâs destiny was the only way to continue living. You never questioned it as a resultâit was quite straightforward anyway. Signing the Book of Legends was a life or death situation. And as a young child, disappearing so early in life was not the most appealing concept.
But that belief was shattered on Legacy Day, along with the magic mirrors that surrounded the hall. You and Minho didnât fade away. Heck, even Hyunjin didnât fade away, and he was supposed to be tied to both of your stories too!Â
So what does that mean to you?
Simple. Your life was a lie.Â
The whole "follow the destiny given to you" was full of crap, and you canât believe you let yourself be trapped in that mindset for too long. In the first place, you never even wanted to be the next Snow White. No matter how many times your parents made the concept sound appealing, you just never understood the reason why you had to be poisoned and then saved by a prince. With a kiss too? Magic existed here, yes, but was that really enough to get rid of literal poison?
Plus, if the kiss needed to be from true love, then you were damned from the startâthere was no way Hyunjin would end up loving you enough for that to work. And youâd really rather not touch his plump lips. If you did, Mina just might stab you in your casket, successfully killing you for a second time in a row.
Itâd be "Snow White: Bad Ending" for that one.
If you really thought about it, the only other reason you signed the book was for Minho. Aside from your own life, you cared a lot about his too. Minho was your best friend, your partner, and an overall important person to you. If him living meant you had to throw away your freedom, then so be it. You wonât let Minho vanish from this world wrongfully.
You loved him too much for that.
Love. Certainly, a strong word. You still donât know what kind of love you held for the son of the Evil Queen exactly, but you knew you did love him. Did he feel the same too? You hoped so. If his words from Legacy Day spoke any truth, then he did care about you a lot. What he did contradicted your survival plan for the both of you, but from his point of view, it was also his way of protecting you and him.Â
So then, where do you stand?
Itâsâitâs hard to decide at the moment. On one hand, you had the life you were conditioned to have growing up, and on the other hand, it was where you could be free. Saying it was comfort versus your dream would be an understatement. And while you wanted to dream as much as the Rebels did, that life hasnât been proven to be very stable yet in your eyes.
Maybe you could just wait a bit more to choose. You wanted to talk to Minho first and see what he had to say. But so farâyou think you might be on the verge of regretting ever signing your fate.
"Uh... Y/N," Chan said, tapping your shoulder and jolting you out of your thoughts. "The soup might be cooked already."
You gasped, "Oh, right! My bad, Chan." He waved away your apology, "Nah, itâs all good. Just turn the fire off and Iâll plate the soup." He started placing the bowls down.
Glancing over at Changbin and Jeonginâs side, you just now realized they were gone. "What did they go?" you ask. Chan grimaced at his friendsâ situation. "Got called by the teacher. Theyâre probably getting scolded outside." You cringed.
"Thatâs⊠unfortunate."
Culinary class ended not long after.
The regret of having signed the book was getting stronger, alright.
Walking down the school corridors, the difference between the Royals and the Rebels suddenly seems more evident to your observing eyes. It was the hour right after the last classes ended, meaning everyone would be gathered in the halls. Students were all leaving classrooms, organizing their lockers, and conversing with friendsâsomething you couldnât do because Seungmin had choir practice, while Felix was off to the library.
In all your eighteen years of living, never once have you felt as painfully uncomfortable as at this very moment. It was like someone had pulled the blindfold that you had been forced to wear all the way back to when you were still a kid.Â
So what was this jarring difference between the two sides, you asked?
The Royals were unapologetically shitting on the Rebels while the latter minded their own business. How surprising, right? And even with people hovering over their backs for the most part, they were still the ones with wide smiles and exciting chatterâmeanwhile the opposite side that was too busy pampering themselves, still found the time and need to sneer at any Rebel who passed by. You winced at their actions, genuinely ashamed.
God forbid that you had acted like they did before. Even though you knew you werenât half as bad as them because of befriending Minho, there was still a big chance you had those moments unconsciously. And you hated that thought. Itâs absolutely detestable! Downright vile! The Rebels just wanted their chances of living happily ever after too. What was so wrong with that?
It was at that moment that you realized that the influence ran deep. That there was some sort of âworthyâ and ânot worthyâ mindset that plagued the protagonistsâ side of the divisionâeven through the peace that you thought the school had before. As someone who was also exposed to that lifestyle since you were born, you could see where they were coming from, but at the same time, you were highly repulsed by the thought. The list of things you wanted to tell Minho grew longer by the second you stayed in this hallway.
You sped away from the scene, deciding to head to the school balconies. You figured studying with a good view would keep your thoughts at bay for a while. If you spent another minute in the midst of all that, you would probably end up choosing to resign your crown at the next possible moment. And you didnât want to do something too life-changing impulsively. Turning the corner to reach your destination, the sudden sight caught you off guard.Â
It was Hyunjin and Mina. Making out in broad daylight, without shame.
They were hidden by the pillars that stood as support for the entryway of the balconies. But you could still see them very clearly from where you stood. You doubt they could see you, though. Whether it was because you were well hidden, or they were too engrossed in sucking each other's facesâyou really didnât want to know.Â
Admittedly, there was a part of you that wanted to earn Hyunjinâs affection. He was to be your husband, after all. It was only natural to want a marriage with love, or at the very least, respect. But out of everything, you could never blame Hyunjin for liking someone else. You even supported him, even if his girlfriend was someone who you could never stand to be in the same room with. Anyone should be able to love who they want to, as well as marry who they want to, responsibly. Not some nonsense book about those who came before youâ
Holy shit. Your life is so fucked.
You were the one being told who to love and marry by that book. The one whose life is to be lived and told through a script. The situation you were trapped in had never been clearer than at this very moment, and it crashed on you like that one little pigâs pile of bricks.
Silent tears flowed out of your eyes as you thought of the future. Happily ever after, your ass. You're going to be married to an asshole who canât even respect you as a prospective wife whoâs in the same boat as him, and would rather choose someone else over you! Not to mention, he has to bring you back from the dead firstâwhat if he takes the chance and just leaves you to rot? Where's the happy ending in that?
Through a watery vision, you noticed your sight suddenly dimming as you felt a hand softly wrap around your eyes, blocking your view of the couple. The sudden force caused your back to collide against a strong chest. A sudden action, but you didnât scream. Because you recognized that scent right away.
"You big baby. If you hate it that much, whyâd you sign the book?"
Itâs Minho.
God, you missed his voice. It feels like itâs been forever. Feeling the relief of having him close again on top of your devastation for the future, you felt yourself starting to cry harder. He sighed at your tears, deciding to drag you away from the balconies.
"Seriously, Y/N. You have to stop pining after him. Itâs not even worth it," he snarkily comments. While messily wiping your tears, you let out a small laugh. "Iâm not." You both came to a stop in the middle of an empty corridor.
Finally, he turns to face you. Rolling his eyes playfully, he started wiping the remaining tears from your face. "You are such a big baby," he says, to which you slap his chest lightly, "Iâm not!"Â
He squished your cheeks in response to your protest. "Look at you, saying the same thing over and over again like a child," he cooed. Slapping his chest more strongly, he coughed out a wail of complaint.
"What? So you're finally deciding to talk to me now?" You glared at him. Those words seemed to get through to Minho, because he started rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly.Â
Diverting eye contact, he replies, "Yeah, about thatâIâm really sorry."Â
You looked at him, not convinced in the slightest. "Did Chan talk to you?" you asked. The guy did say he told Minho to talk to you. Maybe Minho finally took his advice after another round of suggestions.
It turns out the answer to your question looked like a no, because he seemed genuinely confused at what you said. "... No? Why?"Â
Shaking your head, you waved him off. But Minho, being Minho, decided to dig deeper into the topic. "Did you two talk about me? What did you say?" he pressed further. Glaring at him, you pushed past him and started walking down the corridor. He trailed you like a lost puppy.
"Y/N, come on," he says, grabbing your waist and pulling you both to a halt. The gesture left you absolutely speechless. "Whatâd you say about me, hm?" he whispered in your ear.Â
Feeling steam rushing out of your ears, you immediately pulled away. He laughs at your flustered face. "Why would youâwhat?" You started rambling more random words, "Minho!"
"Yes, thatâs me," he jested. After seeing the amusement on his face, you quickly composed yourself. What is up with him today? Sure, he was normally playful, but not like this! You donât think this Minho was good for your heartâif the way it was racing indicated anything severe.
Minho crossed his arms, frowning a bit. "Why are you so secretive about it? Did you both talk shit about me?" he raised an eyebrow in suspicion. You shook your head to deny his claim, "Not at all. We just talked about why you werenât in culinary class earlier." His shoulders seemed to sag in relief.
It's not like youâd ever talk bad about him in the first place.
"Ah that," he started, "I was called to the principalâs office." The revelation has you startled. Why was he called in there? Are they expelling him? No way! They canât do that! Thatâs absurdâ
At your alarmed reaction, he immediately grabbed your shoulders and assured you, "Hey, hey. Itâs not anything bad, I promise, okay?" He waited until you were able to compile your thoughts. You gazed into his eyes to see if he was telling the truth. And just as he said, his pretty eyes held no lies.
"Then... why were you called then?" you asked. He visibly cringed at the question. Upon seeing his response, you quickly connected the dots and trapped him in a tight hug. Minho was not someone who made a big deal of most things that happened, so earning this kind of reaction from him could mean one thing: "Didâdid they make you talk to her?"Â
His head dipping into the crook of your neck weakly was enough to tell you that your assumption had been correct. The school had pulled out the mirror that the Evil Queen was imprisoned in and made him talk to her. This now showed the schoolâs stance on the issue to you.
They were not taking Minhoâs rebellion positively in the slightest.Â
Pulling him closer, you comforted him in the same way youâve done multiple times before. As one would have deduced from seeing this side of Minho, he and his mother did not have a good relationship. She was the face of evil, someone who was truly rotten to the core. Minho wanted to be nothing like her. And he damn made sure of that. Unlike her, Minho was determined to live as a good citizen of the magical world. That alone made him stronger than most of the heroes you knew.
He started shifting in your embrace. You instantly knew he was about to say something. "Y/N, can you answer me seriously?" he asked softly. Nodding, you kept holding him. "Why did you actually sign the book?"
You paused for a moment, thinking about your true answer seriously. The two of you had to have this talk sooner or later. It was the main source of your conflict, the reason for all the days spent avoiding each other. Not addressing it would just be pushing aside the topic until it explodes again. So you prepared yourself for what's to come.
"I didnât want to lose you."
Your honest words infuriated Minho, "So youâre willing to live a life you donât want just so I wonât disappear!?" He pulled away from your embrace. You could only look at him with blank eyes. What could you even say to that? Correcting him would not do anything.
Because he was completely right.
"Why are you mad? Youâre also the one who refused to sign the book because you would rather die than hurt me," you pointed out the hypocrisy behind his words. "You were so willing to sacrifice yourself so that I could live safely. So why canât I do that too?"
"Y/N, thatâs not the sameâ"
"I told you we could have still made it work even if we both signed the book. You know that too."Â
"You know I canâtâ"
"Why?" you whimpered, feeling the dam of your tears starting to break once again. This was way too many mood swings in a day for your liking. You donât think you could take any more crying after this. "Just like youâre afraid of fate tying you to end up hurting me, Iâm scared of it taking you away from me too! So tell me, what exactly is the difference, Minho?"
This got him to think for a second, the gears in his head turning and twisting to make sense of what you had just uttered. And when he finally reached a conclusion, his eyes widened in shock. It looks like you have both finally reached common ground.Â
It was his turn to hug you tightly now, frantically apologizing for the way he acted. "You're such an idiot," you muttered into his chest. He simply agreed with you. "Iâm sorry too."
"I know. I already forgive you."
"And Iâm sorry for Legacy Day. The thought that you could disappear at any moment and Iâd never see you again blinded me. I wasnât even thinking twice about what I was saying at the moment. IâI also didnât want to go," you sniffled. "Itâs just that I really believed that we had to sign toâ"Â
"You donât have to explain. Itâs okay, I understand now." Minho shushed you. "I was in the wrong too. Emotions just got to the best of me, so I lashed out. Iâve had time to think though, and you just gave me another realization earlier too."
The both of you simply wanted the best for the other in the only way you knew how. Unfortunately, your methods were completely different. But that doesnât change the fact that all you both wished for was each other's safety, and this was just one big misunderstanding.
"Are we okay now?" You asked hopefully.
"Yeah."
And that was all you needed to hear.
The same night Minho was called to the principalâs office, your parents contacted you through your mirror phoneâdemanding that you convince Minho to change his mind. You were so tired from the flurry of emotions you went through for the day that you merely responded that you would, not even meaning what you said.
That seemed to please them, though, since they immediately said goodbyes with their usual overly affectionate toneâwhich, after your big realization, sounded a lot more artificial than you remembered.Â
Great. Now youâre even questioning your own parentsâ love.Â
Your exhausted groan simply received a raised eyebrow from Minho, who was minding his own business at his side of the room. "Looks like youâll be back to convincing me to be your Evil King again?" he snickered in the background.Â
Flopping (not-so-gracefully) on your bed, you let out a whine of annoyance. "No, but I donât want to deal with them right now."
Minho hums in agreement, "I donât blame you. Seeing as you cried two times in the span of 30 minutes earlier," his joking tone was not lost on you, however, so you just laughed the comment off.
"Fuck you, really."
He lets out an exaggerated gasp. After directing an eye roll towards him, you stood up to enter the bathroom. "Since when did you curse?" he inquires excitedly, like a kid asking if they could buy something. You reached for the toothpaste, "I actually curse a lot in my mind. I just donât use it out loud because they told me that it was unbecoming of a princess to do so." He couldnât see you, but you were making that air quote gesture.
"Use it more around me, it sounds nice."
"It's foul words, Minho," you said, voice muffled by the toothpaste foam, "And I doubt it actually sounds nice."Â
When silence was all you got back, you scoffed in annoyance. He was so petty at times. You took a bit more time in the bathroom, doing what was needed for your night routine. Minho hasnât made a noise for a while now, so you let yourself think heâs knocked out cold. After rinsing your mouth one last time, you get ready to leave the bathroom.
You really shouldâve seen what was coming.
"Boo," Minho says, suddenly appearing right beside you. You quickly suppressed the urge to scream in consideration of the rooms right beside yours. Irritated, you yell, "What the hell!"Â
Unbeknownst to you, that was his plan all along.Â
"Another swear!" Oh, of course he would. You wanted to be mad, but found your anger dissipating instead. The sparkle in his eyes, hearing you curse once again, was too adorable for you to stand.
Minho spent the rest of the night teaching you more swear words. It was unnecessary, but you let him do it. You have been waiting to talk to him for days nowâand you surely wonât let this go to waste.
The next couple of days were an absolute nightmare, though. Good things come with a price, you guess. This had to be the worldâs way of making you pay back the luck you spent in trying to reconcile with Minho.
Mina has been constantly going after you again, with a passion to humiliate your whole being. Other Royals have been pulling you aside to ask for updates on Minhoâs decision to sign the book, to which you only politely smiled at them and left. Oh, if you could only sneer back at them like theyâd been doing to him. But with the little restraint you had left, you remembered that most of the student body didnât actually know you and Minho were good friends (it was Minhoâs idea back in second gradeâsomething about you not getting targeted).
And above all that, you had your parents spamming your mirror phone every hour of the day to remind you about the task they gave you. No matter how many times you told them that Minho would not be changing his mind, they kept on insisting.
"No one would say no to you, Y/N! Youâre the next Snow White!" your mother states, as if that would change anything at all. Your eye felt the need to twitch as her reminder. "He wonât. Plus, youâre the one who told me not to befriend him. Now you expect him to go along with what I say?" you reasoned.
"This isnât a yes or no situation, darling. He has to do it."
No he doesnât.
"Enough, mom. It wonât happen," you tried to keep your tone as respectful as possible. "I have a class soon; letâs talk some other time."
"Applebunâ" you hung up the phone.
Gripping the device tightly, you let your locker close with a bang. Multiple eyes turn in your direction. You gave them an apologetic gesture. Shootâif you donât control your emotions soon, itâs going to affect you in class.Â
"Oh? Did little Snow White just have a tantrum? How disappointing that I missed it," Minaâs shrill voice rang through the halls. Her heels are loudly clicking against the floor, cutting you from your thoughts. She really never misses a beat, huh? It was annoying, but you had to praise her for her consistency.
Pasting on a practiced grin, you faced her. "Good day to you too, Mina. Looks like Hyunjin isnât with you right now," you commented. "Did he finally get tired of you?"
You fought the urge to snicker as soon as you saw the effect this had on her. With a huff, she replies, "He has something to do right now but will meet me for lunch. Right, did he not tell you? Weâre eating lunch together from now on. He doesnât really want to be seen with you anymore." Oh, a decent insult!
Deciding to keep the retort to yourself, you just shrugged it off nonchalantly. "Good for both of you. Have fun!" you cheerfully responded, before walking past her.
"Whaâyou!"
Y/N-1, Mina-0. You mentally counted.
Turning the corner, you spot Minho leaning against the wall, back hunched from silently wheezing. "Seriously," you exhaled, "Why are you suddenly everywhere now?" After finishing his quick laughing fit, he turned to look at you.
"She deserved it," he commented. You stared at him, unamused. "Of course you would think that." You felt a few gazes directed at the two of you.Â
Right, this might be an odd sight for them.
If you think about it, what's the point of hiding now? Minho wonât sign his fate, so yours might have been changed. So, does that mean you can be friends in public now too? Should you test it out?
"Y/N, are you alright?" Minho worried.
You eyed your surroundings carefully. This could end up badly if you donât do it correctly. There was a big chance either that Minhoâs reputation could worsen, or the Royals would decide to hate youâah fuck it.Â
They can go cry about it if they want.
Grabbing his hand, you started leading the both of you down the halls. He looked at you in shock, "Wait, what are you doing?" The Royals, who saw your exchange, left their mouths open like a gaping fish. On the other hand, you noticed the Rebels' eyes light up with interest. Minho also spotted this, but before he could say anything else, you dragged him away faster.
"Donât mind them. Letâs just head to class. Itâs culinary."
And while you felt significantly lighter at that moment from the burden of hiding your relationship with Minho being off your shoulders, the consequences followed up soon after.Â
By the time the moon said its greetings, your parents had already heard of what happened. Whoever snitched worked fast. But at least you now have the opportunity to tell them the truth about you and Minho.
Your parentsâ lectures engulfed the whole room while Minho sat beside you for emotional support. "What are you doing, making friends with the enemy? Do you have any ounce of shame!?" Your fatherâs booming voice was heard.
Maybe you really donât have any shame. You were so grateful that they even chose to voice call instead of a video chatâif your parents saw Minho holding your hand beside you whilst glaring at the window in an attempt to still leave respect for them, they would have freaked past no return.
"I knew the school shouldnât have placed both of you together in one room. Nothing good was ever going to come out of that situation," your mother ranted. Is she really saying that now? She was the one who told you it was natural to be dormmates with Minho back then. Then again, it wasnât the first time she changed her mind when the result didn't benefit her.Â
After a short pause, she spoke up again, "What? So youâre not answering now? Oh, honey! That guy is such a bad influence. How did we let this happen?"
Could they not? They talk as if theyâve already met him!
Feeling Minho give your hand a squeeze, you got the courage to speak up. "...You donât know him. Heâs nothing like his mother, so stop saying that," your unsteady voice spoke. Answering back to your parents was never an easy thing for you to do. "Minhoâs a greatâuh, friend. He helped me realize that there was so much more than just trapping yourself in a predetermined future. I actuallyâI donât even want to be Snow White..."
Your parents were silenced by what you had just said. "What do you mean you donât want to be Snow White? Why not? Your life is already set for you! Youâll marry Hyunjin tooâ"
"Hyunjin already has a girlfriend. Iâm not sure how you two never knew that, but he doesnât even like me! Like, at all! Good for you that your pairing worked out well, but Iâve tried for years to get him to respect me even as a friendâbut it never happened, and probably never will," you desperately explain.
"At this point, Iâd rather marry Minho!"
The person mentioned visibly stiffened up beside you, the hand holding yours tightening. You felt your face flush in embarrassment. In the heat of the moment, you blurted out your thoughts carelessly. You hoped this wouldnât cause a rift in your relationship with him again, because youâre not too sure if you can handle another week of Minho ignoring you.
But you meant what you said.Â
Thatâs right. You would rather marry Minho than some âideal princeâ who canât even treat you like a decent person.
In fact, married life with Minho doesnât sound bad at all! If anything, you were actually willing to do it if he agreed. It was something you had considered beforeâa few years back, when you had a massive crush on him. Perhaps the crush never even went away like you had thought. You might have just gotten used to him to the point that what you felt evolved from just a crush to comfort and trust. Who could blame you, really? Heâs kind, fun, knows you well, can cook, and is even handsome. He could easily be one of the top Prince Charmings in this school if given the chance.
"I know you just want the best for meâor even if you don't, I canât find myself caring anymore. But basically, what I think is best for me is not marrying Hyunjin, or being Snow White," you spoke. "Iâm already eighteen. Can I please have the chance to choose for myself? Minho wonât sign the Book of Legends either way, so my story might not even turn out the same."
"Choose your own destiny? You already have a good oneâ"Â
"Honey," your mother interjects, "It's a scary world out there. There will be lots of people who want to hurt you!"
You sigh, "Yes, Mom, I know. And Iâll figure something out along the way. But canât you stop to think that maybe those same people didnât have any other choice because they were bound to the fate they signed? They deserved the right to choose who they truly wanted to be too."
There was the sound of shifting from the other line. You knew your parents would be hard to convince, but it was worth a shot. This was for the better. It would be great if they managed to spread awareness to the older generation as well.
"Your father and I will think about it," you hear your mother cough. Hope sparked inside you. "Thank you, Mom."
"Sure, sweetie. Talk to you soon."
The line falls flat after that.
Exhausted from the mental gymnastics you had to perform, you immediately melt into Minhoâs shoulder. When he doesnât say anything, you finally realize that he hasnât moved an inch since you said youâd rather marry him than your assigned prince. "Minho?" you nudged.
He finally snaps out of the trance he trapped himself in, but chooses to stare at you silently. You tilt your head in confusion and ask, "Are you alright?"
"... Marriage?" he squeaked out.Â
Oh. Does he not like the idea of marrying you?
You sulked. Sure, you werenât exactly what they called wife material. Growing up as royalty meant you had other people to do things for you. However, you also prided yourself on being a quick learner. If Minho wants someone that knows how to do house chores, then you are more than willing to learn!
He must have noticed your mood going down, because he started panicking. "NoâI, uh, didnât mean it... like that," he reasoned, "I was just caught off guard! People donât really look at me and think that Iâd make a good husband, yâknow?"
You slapped his arm harshly. He complained almost instantly at the pain.
"You absolute liar! Youâd rival Hyunjinâs rank easily if you were classified as a Prince Charming," you huffed in protest. He turns red at the compliment. Feeling accomplished but wanting to mess with him more, you decided to add: "Donât sign up for Prince classes though."
Offended, he retorts, "Why not? You just told me Iâd be a good prince!"
"I want you to be my prince only," you replied in a casual tone.
Minhoâs face burned even brighter.
There was definitely a difference in the way the Royals treated you the next day. Word travels fast, but their attitudes switch up faster. It wasnât like you really cared. Most of them chose to avoid you completely, while some were very vocal about their newfound hatred towards you.Â
And as you predicted, Mina was the ringleader of the latter group.
"How interesting, isnât it, Y/N? Snow White and the Evil King, together?" She approached you at your locker, "Do you have a death wish or something? Or maybe your standards have just fallen so low?"
You didnât want to waste your words on her, so you preoccupied yourself with fixing your textbooks. Itâs no use anyway. Anything you say will just go in one ear and out the other when it comes to her. However, that reaction didnât seem to satisfy her enough because she poked at you further.
"So weâre right then? Ah, but I must say, you two make such a great couple! Two poor souls who lost their stories. How tragic," you clenched your teeth to avoid accidentally laying a hand on her, because that would just cause unnecessary drama. "Youâre still lucky to be alive. I wonder how long itâs going to take before life gives up on both of youâeither way, it looks like fate already did."
You slammed your locker closed, making a startling noise. Mina jumped at your actions before quickly composing herself to appear more confident. Youâve had enough of her antics.
"Did anyone ever tell you how annoying your voice is? No? Oh, well. Can you just do us all a favor and shut up? You never even say anything important, so just save your breath for something thatâs actually worth it."
"Iâm sorry?"
"Not forgiven. But itâs about time you apologized," you sassed.Â
Minaâs face flushed with anger. Threateningly raising her arm, she aimed to hit you. "Youâre nothing now, Y/N. So learn your placeâ" you shut your eyes instinctively, waiting for the impact.Â
As much as you wanted to fight back physically, you were currently at a major disadvantage with the school now that youâve exposed your friendship with Minho. Theyâve most likely classified you as a threat now too. It was better to take the slap and leave Mina with the bigger accountability to deal with.
You waited for it, but the slap never came.
"Mina, you are so pathetic. Do you know that?" A voice you knew very well spoke. "Have some shame and look at your actions, will you. Is all of it worth it?" You opened your eyes.
"Get your hands off my girl, Minho," Hyunjin arrived growling while trying to get in between the two. Minho released the grip he had on Minaâs arm. Scoffing, he responded, "Now youâre here too? Tell us, won't you, Hyunjin? How long will you keep defending her actions? Sheâs going to end up severely hurting someone if this continues." Hyunjin started shifting uncomfortably.Â
He should know better than to let this continue. Mina isnât a notorious bully, but she should learn to be more responsible for her actions. Sooner or later, her attitude might be her greatest downfall. Mina glared hotly at Minho, absolutely livid.Â
In the midst of the twoâs humiliation, you noticed a crowd around the four of you. You were glad to know that they have nothing else to do than eavesdrop on any kind of drama. But before you could speak out to the impromptu audience, a blinding flash suddenly stole all the attention. You spotted Yeri standing in the front of the group, shaking with wide eyes while holding her mirror phone up.
Did she just take a photo?
Quickly realizing the situation, Hyunjin dragged a still fuming Mina away. Minho noticed this and yelled, "Get back here!" You quickly pull him back before he ends up chasing after them. "WhatâY/N!"
"Leave it."
"What do you mean leave itâno? Theyâve crossed so many lines," he seethed in anger. Seeing the crowd still present, you decide to escape as well. "Weâll deal with it some other time. But first, letâs get out of here."
You found yourself dragging Minho down the hall again like yesterday. Only this time, he was burning with fury. It wasnât always that you got to witness him being this mad. Normally, he calms down faster than he becomes agitated. You were embarrassed to admit that you found Minho's rage attractive.
The two of you entered the lawns of the school garden, where you decided to stop and let him cool down. Minho was still huffing in quiet anger at the two schoolmates you encountered earlier.
"Stop frowning," you said, pinching his cheeks. Minho growls, not appreciating the gesture. It looks like heâs still in a bad mood. Not wanting to make it worse, you slowly let go of him.
Turns out he did not like that, though, because he quickly catches one of your hands and presses it back to the side of his face. "Why did you not fight back? You handled her so well before." The gesture made your heart swell.
"If my parents are now aware that weâre not actually on bad terms, then the school must be too," you sighed, "Adding the fact that Iâve already told them I donât want to follow my story, if things escalated to the point where we had to be called in earlier, theyâre definitely going to side with Mina."
"Is this about me again? You signed the book; it was me who didnâtâ"
"I regret it."
Minho spluttered at your words, "Wait, what?" You avoided his surprised eyes. This was something you hadnât told him yet. Well, anyone yetâyou only came to the conclusion last night while talking to your parents.
"I know you said you didnât want to be Snow White, but you never said you regretted signing," he says. You hugged your arms, "I never said I really wanted to either. It was just something I thought was a necessity. But now that itâs been proven the whole sign or die thing was a big hoax, I wish I hadnât."
You looked at Minho, greatly troubled. "Honestly? Iâm scared. I know Iâve been saying that since you wonât sign anyway, my story wonât happen the way it was supposed toâbut just like everything else, we donât know if thatâs even true too," you bit your lip in distress, "What if fate just replaces your role with another person? Did I really trap myself in a scripted future?"
All the flaws in your previous plan started to surface without mercy. It could work in another timeline, one where Minho had signed the book. But seeing that he hasnât, what happens to you now? Would the legacy just adjust and take Minho out of it completely? Is that what they actually meant by your story disappearing?
Will you somehow end up forgetting Minho?
The mere thought of that alone terrorizes you. A life without Minho would be meaningless by your standards. He was the person who brought color to your monochrome life of royalty and bettered you as a person. Forgetting him would be equivalent to going back to that way of living.
"Y/N," Minho called out softly. The sea of your thoughts were raging with all sorts of negativity, making his heart ache for you. "Like you said, weâll find a way even if you sealed your fate, okay? Iâll be here with you every step of the way."
"But what ifâ"
"None of that," he said firmly. "Iâm not leaving you alone, whether you like it or not."
You exhaled, trying to calm yourself. Heâs right. The two of you can still be together if you really want to. Fate can just suck it up and deal with it.Â
Fuck being Snow White anyways.
"I hate apples," you grumbled. Minho laughs at your remark, knowing exactly what you meant. "I know. So you donât have to be Snow White around me," he cups your face gently.
"Just be my Y/N."
"What do you mean the Book of Legends was stolen!?" A loud yell full of disbelief was heard throughout the entire cafeteria. The whole area went dead silent faster than the prideful hare. You stopped scooping up your food midway, watching as Seungmin and Felix both look at each other with wide eyes.
What?
"Changbin, seriously!" Jeonginâs mortified voice echoed in the quiet room. The students were all frozen in their respective spots, trying to process the information that had just dropped on them. What was supposed to be a normal lunch suddenly transformed into a time of anxiety.
"... Are you for real?" Someone asked the two troublemakers. "This isnât another prank, right? Cause thatâs not a good thing to joke about," they said icily.
The Book of Legends is missing? What madman would have the courage to do such a risky thing? That book is the center of this worldâa relic if one must say. To harm it would most likely result in a mass extinction of people!
A crash was heard a few meters from where you sat. Someone had fainted and knocked the whole table over. Multiple people were trying to help the unconscious student out of the mess.
"Iâuh, well..." Jeongin started. All eyes were on the guy as he stood there, fidgeting nervously. Deciding to get it over with, he cleared his throat and continued, "I was passing by the Principalâs office and overheard it..."
Cue chaos.
Murmurs of panic covered the whole cafeteria. Everyone was worried about what could possibly happen if the book was ever in the wrong hands.Â
It was a powerful object that could change lives in an instant. Fate and legacy are strong concepts in this world, after all. They're literally the foundation of your society.
"Is this really happening?" Felix said, looking very queasy. Seungmin scooted away from him instantly. "Control yourself, Felix. You donât want to puke right now."
"Who could have done it?" You thought out loud, "And why? Thereâs nothing to gain from taking the book, right? Unless youâre a psychopath who wants to destroy the world."
Seungmin looks at you appalled. "Why are you thinking about mass murder?"Â
"I donât know! Thereâs literally no other reason to steal the book! Itâs not as if you can erase the signatures of those who... signedâŠ" A realization hit the three of you.
Felix gasped in shock. "Is that even possible?" He questioned. Seungmin considered the idea. "Thereâs magic here, Felix. Technically, anything is possible."
"But the worst thing is that it might not even stop there," he added. "There may be a loophole in which you can sign another personâs story and make it yours." The idea concerned you heavily.
Could that actually happen? So then what would happen to the ones who got their original story stolen? Wait, if this is allowed, then that would make the entire concept of having a story assigned at birth uselessâyou could literally just pick one to sign at Legacy Day!
There must be more to this than you originally thought. And it wasnât looking too good. "Itâs not lining up," you muttered.Â
"What isnât?"
"The Book of Legends," you lowered your voice, "Iâve never thought of it like that before, but you might be onto something Seungmin."
Felix gave you a confused look. "Like he said, it really is technically possible for someone to follow another story than theirs. If thatâs a thing, then why have an assigned destiny for each one of us in the first place?" You pointed it out to them.
The two were startled by the revelation. You were right. There would be absolutely no need for an assigned fate if anyone could just choose what they wantedâheck, the Book of Legends might not even be needed at all.Â
The right to choose what future they wanted for themselves has been the main thing the Rebels fought for, and knowing the school was against it (basing off the actions they took against Minho), the same place the Book of Legends was kept and handled, what could this mean for the truth?
The pressing question now is: what exactly is the Book of Legends, and why are we told to follow only those stories that are in the book?
"This is making me doubt everything," Seungmin mumbles. You gulped as you looked at the still fear-stricken cafeteria.
"You should."
Later that night, you found yourself unable to sleep due to the plaguing thoughts from events that unfolded earlier. There had to be an explanation for all this, you thought.Â
The white ceiling on your side of the room looked very interesting to you at that moment. It was also very useful, seeing as you could make an imaginary conspiracy board on it. You donât know what time it was currently, but you found yourself unable to care.
A messy rustling of sheets was heard over on Minhoâs side of the room. You decided to look over in mere curiosity. Like you, he was also comfortably tucked in bed, staring at the ceiling. It looks like both of you canât sleep.
"A lot on your mind?" He starts the conversation. You nod against your plush pillows. "Thinking about lunch earlier this day..." Minho hummed at your answer.
"Care to share?"
"I donât know⊠Iâm not too sure about it yet. Jumping to conclusions wouldnât do me any good," you sighed, exhausted from thinking. You wanted to avoid spreading something that was untrueâand to do that, there were a lot of things you still had to consider carefully. There were sounds of movement coming from Minhoâs location. "Do you want to take a breather? You might drown in those thoughts again."
You sat up, glancing over at him. There he was, pulling a warm hoodie over his head. "Where are you going?"Â
"We. Where are we going," he walks over and throws another hoodie at you. It smelled nice. The scent was from the same soap he used to wash his clothes. You caught yourself smiling unconsciously. Pulling you up from your bed, he grins at you.
"Weâre going out."
And that's how you found yourself sliding down a sturdy rope from your dorm balcony to the ground below.
Curfew had already commenced a couple hours ago, which only really hit you once you saw the unfiltered darkness of the night. You could clearly hear the crickets loudly chirping around youâsomething you didnât get to hear that often because of the soundproofing spell cast on the schoolâs walls.
"I canât believe Iâm doing this," you squealed joyfully, enjoying the feeling of thrill. In your peripheral vision, you saw the tips of Minhoâs own lips twitch upwards.Â
Light footsteps from the two of you permeated the area as he led you towards the entrance of the forest near the dorm building. "Is this the first time youâve snuck out?" He asks at a low volume, trying to avoid the threat of getting caught.
"Yes," you reply. "I've never had the chance to do it before. Have you?"
He chuckles at you. "Plenty. Iâm surprised you havenât noticed how I sneak out at night sometimes." You blinked at his confession. Racking your brain for any memories of Minho mysteriously disappearing in the cold hours of the night, you came up with nothing. "No?"
"It's probably because you're already asleep when I leave," he says as he leads you two down a narrow path. The area you were heading to must be surrounded by trees, somewhere deep in the small forest. "Why have you never invited me?" You approached him with your complaint.
"Again, you were literally dead asleep."
"Just wake me up. Iâll catch up with a nap after getting poisoned," you joked. Minho clicks his tongue at the reminder. "Not happening. Ever."Â
Seeing his face twist grumpily, you poked at his side. Minho pushes your hand away, feeling ticklish.Â
After another minute of walking, you finally reached a large clearing. Minho stepped aside to give you a good view, as if proudly presenting the location. You gasp, amazed at the sight before you.
It was a big lake, something you never thought of the school having before.Â
The scenery was beautifully surrounded by large bushy trees, forming a wall-like barrier around the body of water. That must be why it wasnât easily seen from the outside. You noticed that the trees had a blue-ish glow, a result of the moonlight bouncing off the lakeâs water. It helped give off a peaceful ambience, one where you could feel your worries dissolving in the chilly night.Â
You look around in wonder. "I didnât know they had a lake here!" Minho heads over closer towards the lakeâs shore to sit. You sped up when he called you over.
"I found this back in third grade," he explains while picking up a rock near him. "It wasnât on the school map, so I was surprised to see it too."
The water was certainly not lacking in appeal either. It was so crystal clear that you could see all the different kinds of rocks littered underneath it. As you looked further, you realized the lake was quite deep in the middle because you couldnât see its floor anymore.
"This place is very therapeutic, huh?"Â
Minho examined the rocks he was holding and responded, "Yeah. I come here to relax whenever Iâm really stressed." He stood up and threw one of the rocks towards the water. You both watched as it skipped a few times before sinking. "I actually went here after the Legacy Day event."
Right. That mustâve been after your fight.
You let a comfortable silence take over your conversation, simply enjoying the company of one another. In the span of a few weeks, a lot has happened to the two of you. From misunderstandings that led to a fight, to making up and thinking about the futureâyou could say that those events really helped your change as a person, even in a short amount of time.Â
But there was another thing that bothered you at the present.
"What do you think about what happened to the book?" You asked Minho. He continued skipping rocks. "You mean the Book of Legends?"
"Yeah."
"Shocking," he chuckled. "I never thought someone would ever have the balls to do such a stupid thing."Â
Stupid was one way to say it. The Book of Legends was a highly secured item that only a select few people had access to. For someone to get past security, they had to be really stealthy to the point where you couldnât notice themâthat or not be classified as a threat.
"Why do you think they did it?"
Minho shrugs. "Maybe as a prank. I mean, what else can you really do with that book anyway?" He turned around to face you and asked, "Why?"
Should you tell him? Itâs not even a confirmed theory, and there was a chance that you couldnât actually erase the signatures, let alone steal another personâs story. However, Minho was someone who knew magic very well and could be a useful source of information.
"Me, Seungmin, and Felix were talking about it at lunch and thought that maybe there was a way to remove a signature from a signed story, or steal it as your own?" Minho dropped the remaining rocks.
"Wait, are you serious?"
You bit your lip. "Itâs not yet confirmed, but Seungmin said it could be possible. We have magic and all that. As a magic user though, do you think it's possible?"
He thinks about it carefully. Magic was a complicated subject to dive into because it has so many layers. And because of that, Seungmin was correct that anything could be done technically with the help of magic.
"It... might be a thing," Minho considers. "Itâs quite a possibility. This is really bad though, because it would mean the book being stolen could potentially cause major damage to our world." With his insight, the situation becomes so much more frightening to think about the outcome.Â
Is that what the person who stole the book planned to do?
"That book is causing so many problems," he sighs tiredly. You had to agree with him. The Book of Legends has literally been the source of most of your problems, especially knowing that the way your world works is because of the stories within it.
Minho sat back down beside you. "I wish that thing just never existed," you muttered under your breath. He stares at you, amazed at what he had just heard.
"Your way of thinking has really changed."
"How could I not?" You said, feeling agitated. "Thereâs a ton of stuff that doesnât make sense in the beliefs I had before. Iâm kind of ashamed that Iâve only noticed it recently."
Minho pinches your cheek. "Itâs never too late," he teased. "At least youâre willing to admit your shortcomings. I like that about you."
"Donât fall for me too much," you joked. When he didn't retort, you glanced at him. However, instead of the annoyed reaction you expected, he was giving you a soft look.
"What if I already did?"
Your brain immediately short-circuited. Wait, he does? Does Minho actually like you? This isnât a dream, right? Maybe you fell asleep earlier, and this was just your brain playing tricks on youâ
"Itâs real, Y/N," he pulls you out of your doubts. "Donât be pressured to give me an answer. Itâs fine if you just see me as a friend." You catch the tips of his ears turning red.
Oh God, you think youâre going to pass out.
This was Minho. Your partner in crime, Minho. The ideal man of your dreams, Minho. Once upon a time, you had a massive crush on him, Minho. And here he was telling you he liked you? Like, romantically? What can you even say to that?Â
If only your parents could see you two now. Youâd love to rub it in their faces that he turned out to be so much better than Hyunjin.
At your extended silence, Minho looked away. He looks really embarrassed, so you decided to end his suffering.
"I did also have a crush on you a few years back," you admitted shyly. He snaps his head towards you. "A few years back? What about now?" He asked.
You shrugged, trying to mess with him. "I donât know," you replied. He dramatically wilts at your words. At his endearing reaction, you couldnât help but break the act. "But Iâm willing to try."
His soul comes back to him at the snap of a finger. "Really? Are you for sure?" He giddily looks for your confirmation. When you nodded at him with a smile, he almost jumped from joy. "I could literally kiss you right now," he announces, feeling breathless.
"Do it."
You didnât have to tell him twice. It was like living fifteen-year-old youâs greatest dream, except this time, you were actually going to kiss Minho. The peaceful vibe of the area turned romantic as the two of you got closer. But just when you were about to close the gap, a movement in the woods caught your eye.
"Jisung?"
"Are you really saying someone elseâs name while youâre about to kiss me?" Minho says, dumbfounded. You hastily waved your hands in denial. "No! I mean that itâs literally Jisung!" You pointed behind him.
Once Minho turned towards the direction you told him, the two of you saw Jisung, frozen in his tracks. You looked at him, confused. "What are you doing here?"
"I, uhm... What are you doing here too?" He squeaks out, sounding frightened.
Jisung was trembling like someone had just caught him in the act of doing something illegal. Something you didnât understand because heâs literally the one who caught you and Minho almost kissing.Â
"Are youâ" The words you were about to say dried up completely after your eyes traveled down to the object he was currently clutching with his whole strength. Hold on.
Is that the Book of Legends?
You choked on air. "Didâwere you the oneâ" Your eyes stayed fixed on the supposedly missing book. Jisung panics and quickly hides it behind his back, as if that would erase both yours and Minhoâs memory of ever seeing it on his hands. Minho abruptly stood up.
"Jisung, what have you done?" He stepped forward, scaring the poor guy even more. "Do you even know how big of a deal this is?"
Then, the unexpected happens.
"And what if I do!?" Jisung snaps.
You were taken aback. This was a side of him youâve never seen before. Well, the two of you arenât exactly close friends, but youâve always seen Jisung as having a cheerful personality. The case of him getting angry, let alone annoyed, seems so foreign to you. Minho's eyes narrowed at him.Â
"...Please tell us you aren't planning something bad," he slowly said, attempting to approach Jisung. But the latter takes a few steps back.Â
"This book is a curse!" Jisung reasons, pointing at the book. He looks at it with such hatred that you never thought would be possible to come from him. "Don't you see it? Everyone is getting torn apart just because of this damned book! The school is a mess, my friends are all fighting, and the person I like wonât even give us a chance, all because of thisâthis thing!"
It was as clear as the lake's water that Jisung was hurting. You could see the unshed tears piling up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He was determined to get his point across: the book had to be disposed of. And he was the martyr; volunteering to do it himself.
"Jisung, just think for a momentâ"
"How easy for you to say, Minho!" He scoffed in disdain. "You havenât signed yet. Youâre still free to do everything you want without anything tying you downâ"
"And that almost cost me my life!" Minho reminds him. "If the saying was true, I wouldnât even be here talking to you right now, Jisung."
You decided to speak too, "Jisung, please. We donât know the extent of the importance that book holds. It could literally end up destroying the world in the worst case scenario."
He looks at you in disbelief, not believing his own ears at what you had said.
"Why are you even defending it? I know you donât like your story either, Y/N. If we just get rid of it, then we can be free," Jisung appeals, trying to get you on his side. You shook your head. He was a bit too far gone. "Jisung, we could literally die."
"I know, okay!?" He wails. "But Iâve gotten this far already. This isnât something I can just undo!" Jisung falls roughly to the floor, greatly distressed.
His desperation was evident in his sobs. The more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Jisung was Hyunjinâs best friend, as well as his roommateâbut Jisung was also close to Changbin and Jeongin. The whole Rebel and Royals thing must have been devastating for him. He was also one of the people who signed the book before Minhoâs outburst back on Legacy Day. Something you knew he only did because there was no other choice, just like what happened to you. Jisung also had the ability to turn into a frog at will, a trait that evolved for the line of the Frog Prince. He mustâve snuck through security as one to reach the chamber they placed the book in. How he got through the magic barriers, though, was beyond you. But that didnât matter at the moment.
Minho walks over and grabs Jisungâs shoulder, lightly squeezing it. "You can still return it... We wonât tell on you as long as you donât get caught," Minho turns to you. "Just promise us youâll return it, okay?" You nod your head in agreement. Jisung manages a confirmation through his sniffles.
"Letâs head back. You can return it early in the morning, Jisung."
A loud bang abruptly woke you and Minho up. Feeling distraught, you sat up to find the source of the disturbance. You didnât know what you were expecting, but what you saw was not what you expected at all.
"Did you seriously sleep in one bed?" Hyunjin asks, looking at the two of you. "And you called me and Mina bad."
What the hell was he doing here?
Like reading your mind, Minho pulls you back towards his chest. "What the hell are you doing here?" He sleepily glares at the intruder.
Hyunjin rolled his eyes at Minhoâs reaction. Instead of finally leaving, he shuts the door he flew open and sits on your sofa. You and Minho watched as he made himself comfortable, completely ignoring both of you in your current intimate position. Hyunjin stares back, unamused.
"So I canât be comfy too? Have some hospitality, geez."
You pinched your nose bridge before asking, "So? Whatâs your business here?" Hyunjin had a visible lightbulb moment. Is he seriousâ
"I have news!" He announces. "About the Book of Legends."
You light up. "Oh! Did Jisung manage to return itâ" Minho clasped a hand over your mouth to shut you up. Fuck, you forgot that Hyunjin might not be aware. You both eyed him awkwardly, looking for a way to cover up your mistake. Hyunjin snorts at the comical scene.
"Donât worry, I already know. I helped him return it earlier."
You let out a relieved sigh. "Thank God. I thought Jisung was toast now." Hyunjin grabbed a sofa pillow to hug. Is he planning to stay here or what? "Do you have anything else to sayâ"
"Itâs fake."
Minho, who finally came out of his sleepy spell, gave Hyunjin a confused look. "Whatâs fake?" The former pursed his lips, obviously conflicted about what he was about to say.
"The Book of Legends is fake."
Did Jisung steal a dummy? Wait, does this mean he got caught? You are now alarmed at the possible indication. "Is Jisung okay?"
To your relief, Hyunjin confirmed that the other prince was indeed safe. You donât know what you would do if he was ever found out to be the one who attempted to steal the Book of Legends. That was a crime worth getting expelled and imprisoned for, even worse than Minho disrupting this yearâs Legacy Day event.
"Howâd you find out it was fake?" Minho asked.
"We were passing by the principalâs office after returning the book to the chamber. The door was slightly open, and we heard him ordering another to this person over the phone. At first we thought it was for a dummy until the actual one was back, but it turns out the book wasnât even this all-powerful relic! Itâs literally just an enchanted book to make those fancy visualsâ"
"Hold on, you mean the whole concept of the Book of Legends is fake? Not just the one Jisung stole?" You yelled at the unexpected revelation. "Then what the fuck is the Book of Legends for then?"
Hyunjin looked shocked. "You curse?"
"Answer me!"
He raised his hand up when you attempted to launch at him. Minho quickly held you back. "Calm down, woman. And you ask me why I donât want to marry you." Minho gave him a pointed look.Â
"Letâs not go there right now."
"No need to get all possessive on me, loverboy. I have no plans to take her away." Hyunjin tells Minho. The latter only snarls sourly. "You better not."
"Hello? Are we just going to brush off that the Book of Legends isnât true?"
Hyunjin retorts, "Itâs real. Just not in the way we believed it was. Itâs literally just a book filled with stories enchanted with magic to make it look fancy." You stared daggers at him.Â
"Get Jisung. Youâre so useless."
He whined. "Itâs not my fault! I donât know much else other than that either! Jisung went straight to Yeri to see if she could post the news. Weâre hoping to get the issue investigated professionally."
"How are you so sure they arenât in on this too? Maybe weâve been living under the control of the officials for so long!" Minho stroked your hair, in an attempt to calm you down. "Isn't that the point of a government?" shrugs Hyunjin.
You threw a pillow at him.
"Can you not!?" He shrieked. Minho groaned at the chaotic scene. "Thank you for the news, Hyunjin, but this could really wait until lunch or something," he locked you in place so that you wouldnât attack the poor guy any more, "Unless you have anything else you want to say?"
Hyunjin went silent. He placed the pillow back to rest on the sofa, and sat properly. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke.
"I wanted to say sorry to Y/N," he admits. "There isnât an explanation I can give you for why I treated you the way I did other than I was immature and hated the idea of not being able to choose who I marriedâwhich is a bad excuse because itâs not like you liked that either. Compared to the two of us, you treated me much better than I did to you, even if we were in the same boat." You blinked.
"Iâm working on myself, and Mina is too. So I hope you can forgive us someday. You donât have to like us, though. We'd understand that much."
Well, this was unexpected. Hyunjin and Mina werenât total bullies, but they still had a hand in the multiple times you were hurt. It would be hard to forget, but you think you could manage to forgive them in the near future at the very least. If they were willing to change, that was enough for you.
"Iâll think about it," you replied to him. The simple positive response was enough to make him smile. "Thanks."
Hyunjin stood up and headed towards the door. "Iâll leave you two lovebirds now. School starts in two hours, by the way. Might as well get ready; thereâs bound to be lots of people in the cafeteria soon," he bids, closing the door not long after.
You lay back down, covering yourself with the blanket. Minho laughs and joins you.
"Thirty more minutes."
A day after the shocking truth of the Book of Legends came out on Yeriâs blog, an investigation was launched into the case. And just a mere two days after that, Jisung and Hyunjinâs finding was confirmedâwhich appalled the whole realm.
It turns out, there was so much more to the fake Book of Legends. Storybook Highâs current principal comes from a long line of people who were all high-ranking officials in this world. It was also from this family that the concept of stories was traced back to: the Grimm Family. After careful investigation, they found out that one of their first ancestors responsible for the stories was a very ambitious writer, who wished for his works to come to life. With the help of his older brother, who was a strong magic user, he learned magic with his goals in mind. And with the magic he had gained, he made the legitimate Book of Legends.Â
It was a book containing all of his stories, with different parts dedicated to all of the characters. But there was a curse embedded into the book; if one signed a characterâs story, they would end up living the same life as them.Â
Satisfied with his work, the Grimm ancestor went around towns, trying to find people to trick into signing the pages under the guise that it meant they liked the story. As one could have probably guessed by now, you were the generations that came after those victims.
That didnât mean your Book of Legends had the same curse, though.
Apparently, the original book has long since disappeared, only really affecting the first generation of those who signed it. The Grimm ancestor did not live long enough to make another one for his victimsâ offspring, though, and in an effort to save their fatherâs work, his children vowed to continue the stories no matter whatâwhich was still the Grimm Familyâs main goal in the current time.
The truth wasnât uncovered earlier because the Grimm Family quickly took over the worldâs power positions and buried the informationâmaking it only accessible to those in on the plan. Following this, they also found out that the current Grimm governing the school had a brother who they locked up in prison wrongfully because he opposed their familyâs plans.
What a ride.
"This is so messed up," Chan gasped from across the table, setting down his mirror phone that had the news displayed. "I knew it was sketchy, but not this sketchy!" Felix agrees with him, reaching over Seungminâs tray to grab his brownie.
Yours and Minhoâs friend group (plus Hyunjin and Jisung, who were connected to Changbin) were currently seated at one table, eating their respective lunches. The full result of the investigation just came out earlier this morning, and many were still processing the bomb that just dropped.
"Itâs great to know weâve been living a lie all along," Jeongin chirps sarcastically. Jisung smiled at the group. "But at least now they've abolished it, right? Weâre all free now!"
Oh, that was another thing that happened. After the arrest of the remaining Grimm Family members that were involved with the scheme, the new officials completely tore the "follow your story" concept apart and encouraged everyone to write their own destinies. As a result, many of those who heavily sided with the Royals division apologized for their actions and were now working to improve themselves.
"Took them long enough," Minho said, placing an apple on your tray. You pinched his arm. "Ouch!" Seungmin had the audacity to look disgusted.Â
"Can you two flirt somewhere else?"Â
"Fine," Minho said, standing up and dragging you along. Gagging noises were heard from the table as the two of you left. You laughed, very amused at their reactions. When Minho stops the both of you in an empty corridor, you joked, "Why do we always end up in a hallway?"
He chuckles at your comment. "Who knows," he stepped closer, "But I know I havenât gotten that kiss yet." You rolled your eyes at his suggestion. "I canât believe we ended up together. We're literally supposed to be enemies," you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Minho snickers. "Thatâs only written on paper anyway," he leans forward.
"Paper can easily be torn."
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hii, could i be added to the tag list of critical hit?? that shit had me hOWLING-
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T.T will there be a part 2 to 11.11pm? It was soo good
hi lovely!! unfortunately no, there wont be a part 2 âčïž atleast not that i have in mind right now,, i wrote 11:11pm with the goal of angst so i feel like ive achieved what i wanted for that fic at the ending >< the concept certainly could be used more tho so i'll probably use a similar one with a diff member some other time, and it'll be longer đ«¶đ«¶ still, im glad you enjoyed 11:11pm !!
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heyyyy ^^
(sorry it's a bit long)
THANK YOU FOR REVIVING SCORE A GOAL. I literally sobbed seeing your notification. And you updated a day earlier????? noice stuff. Thank you so much for that
I have read the recent chapters and I am thoroughly invested and happy. It's funny that before all this I wasn't a seventeen stan. Not that that's the main point of the story but since y/n is a carat I guess it is key. And now I am a carat too so when someone mentioned Woozi I was like yessss I knowwww himđ
The recent chapters are good. I loved every second and didn't want it to endđđđseriously, after chapter 21 I was scared that there wasn't more left. AND NOT MINHO GOIG STRAIGHT TO THE POINT AND ASKING IF Y/N IS IGNORING IN and wdym you're not fine Jisung???đplease I need to know.
ngl there's a couple of things I had forgotten so I'm going to reread it right now. But do tell us when the next updates come in. Of course at your own pace. Thank you for writing thisđ€
HELLO BFF IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE UPDATES!!! 𫶠if you cried seeing my update notifs, i also cried seeing this ask bcs omg thank you so much for the feedback đ€§đ i love seeing reader reactions to my works they keep me going (ofc its fine too if you dont have much to say, even a like makes me happy to know that someone read it atleast)
tbh i wasnt really sure when i was going to bring back score a goal... the reason why it stopped in the first place was bcs school happened and i needed more space in my phone for files- unfortunately i accidentally deleted the file i had for the old plan and didnt notice until i couldnt recover it anymore đ i just didnt have time to remake the notes so i left it on hold. now recently one of yall mentioned score a goal again and i really wanted to bring it back for them so i read the previous chaps and reworked a draft!! i promise i'll make sure to finish this series, even if the updates come slow. speaking off, i dont have an exact plan yet when the next batches come out but its probably next week? i have another fic incoming + critical hit batch so yeah around tuesday or wednesday next week (take this with a grain of salt tho)
and omg ur a carat!! i am too hehe a horangdan ïżœïżœïżœ you could probably tell that score a goal is kinda self indulgant bcs of the interests y/n has đđ to the story, yeah minho is pretty straightforward in general here. thats his character shshsh while jisung is the shipper!! a hopeless romantic who (self) proclaimed himself as the fanclub president of jeongy/n đ that was the reason for the "im not fine" reaction cause he thinks his ship is sinking (with y/n ignoring jeongin and all)
overall thank you for taking the time to send this ask!! i loved reading and replying to it đđ have a great day luv!!
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this being one of my own fav works im so glad you liked it!! this got me emotional too while writing it i guess i was just in that mood for me to word vomit emotions but it turned out better than i thought it would <3 thank you for reading rin!!
Ⳡinvisible ties. ksm
 àłàżââą pairing | kim seungmin x gn!reader
not all childhood friends are known as such. those with invisible ties also exist, a bittersweet reminder of such friendship.
 àłàżââą genre | hurt-comfort, sprinkle of angst, fluff(?), childhood friends to lovers, highschool au, popular!seungmin â 2.6k words
 àłàżââą warnings | self doubt, a whole lot of doubts in general, misunderstandings (with a happy ending)
 àłàżââą note | this is #1 on my skz as types of childhood friends to lovers series! tbh i didn't think i was going to like how i wrote this as much as i actually do but its one of my favorites now-
Seungmin had always been a talented guy. He had a knack for being good at whatever you would throw at him, proving to you that he could, in fact, probably do anything. But if there was one thing Seungmin was a total master at, it would be getting on people's good sidesâheck, even just the bare minimum of gaining their attention. He was a shining star in everyone's eyes. That was the kind of guy Seungmin was.
So it was to absolutely no one's surprise that he was always considered popular, even as a kid in kindergarten.
That small neighborhood kindergarten was also where you met Seungmin. At the age of five, your little brain had already decided that making friends was a social construct, stubbornly refusing to interact with the other kids for more than three minutes. You were quite an interesting child, to say the least. And maybe that was why five-year-old Seungmin quickly took an interest in youâmaking it his life's goal to befriend the "shy kid" in class. The teachers would actually beg to differ with that title. You weren't shy, they said. Just "troubled."
As if that changed anything (and it really didn't.)
Yet, Seungmin did what no other kid would have dreamed of attempting, aka, interacting with you. And boy, did he do it with the passion of an Olympic athlete desperate for a medal. The five-year-old was determined to make you his friendâwhich, now that you think about it, maybe could have just been his pride; not wanting to accept that he couldn't charm someone. Kim Seungmin was the center of attention; that was just his natural role in life. But he stuck to his goal anyway, so you applaud him for his determination on that one. There were a lot of things to describe Seungmin, and being persistent was certainly on the list.
From sitting with you during activities to following you around on the playground, Seungmin would not leave you alone at all. He would trail behind you like a lost puppy (to be fair, he does resemble one) throughout most of the day, even though you barely looked back and acknowledged him. The only time you ever did so was when you got annoyed and told him to go away. And he did.
For about six minutes, before you had someone tailing you again.Â
One day, you'd just had enough of his antics, already planning to blow up without a single remorse on the poor guy to stop all this nonsenseâup until he suddenly presented you with a pen with your favorite cartoon character on it, saying it was a gift he got you. Apparently, he begged his mom to buy it as a gift for you because you were the first thing he thought of the moment he saw the pen's design. Young you immediately felt so bad for plotting war on him only a few minutes back, your resolve folding only seconds later.
Seungmin wasn't that bad, you remember convincing yourself.
Your view of Seungmin turned a complete one-eighty after that event. It was then that you finally accepted his advances and allowed the friendship to start. Surprisingly, it survived past kindergarten all the way to elementaryâsomething you probably should have expected since you even ended up in the same grade school (courtesy of your dear mother, whoâlike everyone elseâtook a liking to Seungmin and wanted you to keep being friends with him.)
Seungmin was as popular as ever, earning countless recognitions left and right for anything and everything under the sun. The complete opposite of you, who your classmates often forget was even there in the first place. You didn't mind, of courseâstill bearing the same mindset you had in kindergarten. As long as you had Seungmin, everything was fine. You didn't need anyone else; you'd already made it through life without your only friend before he even remembered your name. It's not like they were really needed.
Right?Â
That's what you originally thought, anyway. Yet, there was something you failed to notice up until the two of you reached middle school. And boy, were you in for a rude awakening. One that was worse than hearing your father turn the TV on at the break of dawn, with a volume louder than you flushing the toilet at midnight.
The first seed of doubt was planted during ninth grade, when you overheard a group of girls from your class talking about Seungmin. It wasn't long 'til you understood that they were his admirers, seeing as they were blatantly conversing about how Seungmin looked very attractive during baseball practice yesterday. How they could find him handsome in all his sweaty glory is beyond you. He honestly just looked like a whole bucket of water was dumped on him. But you guess there was always something for everyone, and continued to listen in. After all, even you knew that the Kim Seungmin of your school was pretty well-known as the "campus crush."
So when one of the girls mentioned wanting to give him a drink during today's practice break, you decided to give them money-worthy informationârevealing your best friend's favorite drink. You knew that Seungmin wasn't very vocal about his own preferences, very much aware of how that would only cause more problems for himâhis words, not yours. If his middle school fan club heard him complaining about them at the kitchen counter, shuddering over the sheer thought of what they could and are capable of doing, they'd be floored.
It was merely a short comment. "Seungmin likes coffee beverages," was all you inserted into their (rather loud) conversation. You had no particular expectation of the response you were going to get, but the one you actually got caught you off guard. That was because instead of focusing on the detail you had just dropped, they were more dumbfounded by the fact that you even knew that at all. What, did they think you were a stalker or something? Seungmin's fangirl deep inside? You knew what drinks he liked because he was your best friendâoh.
That was the exact moment you realized: in the eyes of almost everyone else, you and Seungmin had no connection other than being schoolmates in the same batch.
All your interactions with Seungmin were after school: you would go to school and home together, as well as hang out on free days. But you had little to no contact once you entered the school gates, which was where Seungmin normally bid you farewell to head straight towards his other friends. And that was fine with you. Not everything has to be shoved in people's faces.
You could survive even without your and Seungmin's friendship being public knowledge.
Except you soon come to the conclusion that you actually doâbecause that ugly green and sticky feeling in your stomach (which you later recognized as envy) was loudly screaming every time you heard one of his friends get addressed as "Seungmin's friend." Now, getting your identity watered down to being classified as merely a friend of another person is something that would greatly piss other people off, but you could care less. Your brain was experiencing tunnel vision on the fact that these people could be seen as Seungmin's friends by everyone else while you were stuck hiding in the shadows. It was eating you alive at that point; you wanted to stand right beside him too, like the "best friend" you claimed you were.
The ache grew even more during high school, when you found out you had formed romantic feelings towards Seungmin. It was suddenâor maybe not. Who knows? All you did know was that the realization crashed into you like a speeding bullet train. Seungmin wasn't even doing anything noteworthyâsimply on the verge of dozing off during one of your many study sessions. But you found yourself focusing on little intricate details, such as the way he held the pen in a way that made him look like he was ready to write anytime in the next second despite his eyelids drooping oh-so-endearingly to the point that it warmed your heart (and face.)
Something about him that day was making you feel things you knew you shouldn't be feeling. And the mere knowledge of this terrified you, because how could you? If you couldn't even be known as his friend, how could you ever become his lover? And so you chose the most rational course of action.
To distance yourself from him.
Fine, maybe that wasn't the best decision you ever made. Especially not when the Kim Seungmin himself starts chasing you around school just to get you to talk to him. The whole deal greatly reminded you of your younger years, when it all started. And maybe that was why you folded once again, exactly like you did back then.
"Y/N, just talk to me," you remember his exhausted plea along the school's covered pathway, the one connected to the gym where the rest of your classmates were. Why was he even here? His class didn't have the same PE schedule as yoursâif anything, you remember from the short conversation you had with Seungmin back at the start of the school year that they had math during this time (a detail you scolded yourself over, because why did you know that?)
His softening grip on your arm brought you back to reality, effectively making you turn and finally look at him. What you saw broke your heart entirely. Seungmin, the Kim Seungmin, campus crush, the main character of everyone's lives, was barely holding back his tears from escaping his glistening eyes, swirling with anxiousness and fear. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked in a fragile tone, his voice so small and soft it was practically a whisperâalmost as if he were any louder, you'd fade away into the wind and leave him. "If I did, please tell me. IâI don't want to lose you," Seungmin choked out, the words feeling so heavy on his mouth. The same words he spent days dreading the implications of, nights he lost sleep over from the overwhelming emotion.
To you and everyone else who knew him, Kim Seungmin was a bright light. Yet, right now, only for your eyesâhe was the dimmest he had ever been.
"No. There's nothing wrong," you lied through your teeth, tearing yourself apart inside for subjecting him to another kind of pain; one that he wasn't even aware of yet. All you had to do was cover it up with a white lie, "I was justâI was just being stupid. This thing... It was bothering me so much. So, I just wanted to be alone. That's all."
"I'm sorry," were the final words of your guilt-laced excuse. You didn't know how you even got through the whole thing. At this point, you don't even think you deserved to be called Seungmin's friend anymore. He trusted you, but you betrayed him with lies. Maybe the shadows really were the right place for you. A place where you could enjoy everything you desired, even in the midst of complete darkness.
These thoughts stayed as you relayed every single detail of your fully made-up concern to Seungmin after school.
Both of your lives returned to normal after that. Or at least, how normal it would be for you after the shocking revelation. You often found yourself worrying over almost everything, overthinking even the smallest of details. It certainly didn't help that Seungmin had been acting all weird latelyâunconsciously avoiding your eyes when you spoke to him, and getting all fidgety when you two were alone. Maybe it was the weeks of silently doubting the validity of your friendship, or the dismay of feeling like he wanted to be anywhere else other than with you during your hangouts, that you finally burst out crying in front of him one day.
Seungmin was completely rattled, not expecting you to suddenly break down in his room while you two were watching a comedy movie. One would think that you were supposed to be laughing; that's because you actually should have beenânot full on sobbing. Yet when he eventually got you to pour out everything you've been holding back, his mind went into static.
All he could say was that his thoughts greatly differed from yours.
This whole time, he believed that just like in kindergarten, you would have preferred him to stay away from you in schoolâwanting to attract as little attention as possible; something that was unavoidable if you were to be known as someone connected to him. So, for that reason, he kept his distance, opting to make up for the time you spent practically ignoring each other by walking you to and from school, treating you to small meals and snacks along the way, and hanging out whenever you both were free.
Don't get him wrong, though; his actions weren't just purely platonic. Seungmin had actually liked you since elementary school but decided to keep it to himself until you showed any signs of returning the sentiment. Admittedly, he first approached you with the aim of being friends for a petty reason. "Y/N doesn't seem to like you, Seungmin," he recalls as clearly as a bright day. The observation came from one of his classmates back in kindergarten, and as a child used to receiving only love, Seungmin was not about to accept not earning yours.
Yet, as time went on, he soon realized that you were the only one who actually stuck by him (aside from his family, of course.) Seungmin never wanted to admit it, but he grew quite attached to youâto the point that if someone asked him if he saw you in his future, he would one-hundred percent say yes without any hesitation at all.
You were a very precious person to him, and there was no denying it.
During elementary years, Seungmin's fondness turned into something more. He wasn't ignorant, even as a child; he knew well what crushes were and had no issue classifying you as his. At that time, though, just like any other kid, he didn't dwell too much on itâopting to enjoy growing up with you rather than bother himself with feelings that he believed didn't need to be complicated.
Seungmin's not-so-platonic emotions directed towards you were placed to the side, unmoving and silenced. It stayed there until high schoolâwhen they pushed their way back to the forefront of his mind, where there was no escaping it. The reason? Your decision to distance yourself from him.
In school was one thing, but for you to avoid him outside of it? Unheard of. There was only one time you two were separated for this long, and that was back before you even became friends. Seungmin was definitely suffering with each passing day, but he still chased you. Giving up was not a choice when you were probably hurting too. The thought pained him more than he wanted it to be.
Though the memory of him revealing his raw emotions to you in such a manner was sort of humiliating (but because it was you, he felt less judged); Seungmin didn't regret it one bit. Still, he found it hard to act normally after all that. Having his romantic feelings out in a place where he could barely contain them was more difficult than he thought. Every moment with you just felt so overwhelmingâhe had to restrain himself from smothering you in a tight hug and never letting you go.
But he didn't need to hide it anymore.Â
"You're worth more to me than you'll ever know," he says, cupping your face gently as you hiccup through muffled apologies, unable to stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks like waves. Seungmin placed a feathery kiss on your forehead, the unexpected feeling taking you out of your own spiraling thoughts of negativity to notice that his hands were tremblingâalong with his wavering voice. "I'm sorry too," he swallowed, sensing his emotions rising as a result of your sniffling. "I'll do my best to never let you feel that way again."
"So give us another chance, please."
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ituloy ko na lang sa ask pero grabe talagang kakagising ko lang biglang nagnotif phone ko tas binasa ko agad HAHAHA salamat nawala antok ko grabe ang kilig sa umaga đ€ also yes naalala ko yung nagpost ka rin ng fic na kakagising ko lang pero angst grabe yun parang ayaw ko tuloy bumangon đ¶ i love your descriptions lalo na on how you described fireworks you're very good when it comes to imagery đ𫶠na-imagine ko tuloy nagdate sila sa ek đ
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Critical hit is so good!! Changbin makes me laugh so much but when chan asked him if he seriously hated him was so funny lol
changbin and chan's dynamic is one of the highlights of this series actually đ you'll see more of them in future chapters!! thank you for taking an interest in critical hit luv đđ im glad you're enjoying so far
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omg Iâm so happy you brought score a goal back, itâs my absolute fav. the members are all so chaotic, hanji freaking out over jeongy/n is so cute and funny. i just want to ask if you have a planned schedule or not?
tbh reviving score a goal is the moment i realized some of yall rlly love this series đđ i thought barely anyone cared if i discontinued it or not- but that makes me want to complete it more!! thank you for supporting score a goal đ«¶
also yeah i swear i gave them all too much energy (except for chan, my guy is struggling he is me as a class president fr) and hanji is just the character i channel my thoughts into shshshshs
as for the schedule, ive placed this in my acc reminders as well, but no i do not have a writing schedule for any of my works đ i just write whenever i have the time to do so, and if you've noticed that ive been posting a lot this week thats because im on holiday break and it ends on monday âčïžâčïž i have a lot of responsibilities irl so im just trying to keep this blog as more of a stress relieving rather than work but i promise to still continue score a goal tho, so if you want to know whenever it updates i suggest being part of the taglist^^ (and if you enjoy my works in general may i interest you in being part of my mastertag?)
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Ⳡthis is how to be in love with you. hjs
pairing â han jisung x gn!reader
synopsis â dating han jisung was something you had never expected to happen, but now you wouldn't have it any other way.
genre/s â fluff. and i actually mean it this time. (a pinch of angst at the start but its over quick) âą 2.1k words
warning/s â cursing, mentions of drinking
note â tbh i wrote this with a fever and dont know wth im writing aside from the fact that im so in love with han jisung it physically hurts
â written by starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.
It was almost frightening how easy it was to fall in love with Han Jisung.
Who would've thought that the cute part-timer at the convenience store across from your apartment building would have such a huge impact on your relatively boring life? You certainly didn't, and yet his presence alone still hit you hard like a truck.
Everything started on one particularly hard day that ended with you fighting back salty tears in the midst of your dimly lit room. It was not the best sight, nor will it ever be, despite the shimmery streaks of moonlight seeping into the space in a pathetic attempt to provide lighting around you. The clear night sky would've been beautiful to gaze at if only it didn't remind you that your day would be ending soon without a single positive thing happening in the entirety of its hours. You were so so tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep until the sun rose for another dayâa fresh new start for you to leave the past behind like you've done just this morning. But it seemed like fate had other plans that prompted you to storm out of your apartment in spite-filled rage.
Admittedly, you didn't have a plan at that timeâonly knowing you'd be damned if you continued to swallow your frustration alone. The weather outside was average at best; there was nothing too special going on. However, it was for that exact reason that the fluorescent "open" sign of the humble convenience store right across the street seemed to attract your eyes more than it ever did before. And who were you to say no to its obvious invitation? Beggars couldn't be choosers, after all, and you desperately needed something, anything, to distract you until the day officially came to an end.
So here you were, curiously slipping inside the store to find anything that might interest you. You faintly registered the chime of the door when you stepped inside and the polite greeting of whoever was behind the cashier at the back of your mind as your sight immediately zeroed on those eye-catchingly green bottles of fun.
It was just what you needed.
You hurriedly snatched a few bottles of soju with childish glee, already thinking about how perfect this was to end your less than ideal day. Maybe you could still sneak in some enjoyment in the remaining minutes until midnightânot that you thought drinking your problems away was exactly good, but it was certainly better than bottling up your sadness when you could open another type of bottle instead. It was an okay plan, or at least in your books, it was.
"That's quite a few bottles you've got there."
The sudden voice startled your train of thought, bringing your focus back to the real world. "Wait, shit, sorry if I scared you," the voice continued in a panic. "I didn't mean to, I swear. Damn, I'm not even supposed to comment on a customer's purchase."
You blinked dazedly at the person standing in front of you. When you raised your head to find a face to connect the voice with, you didn't know, but you quickly found yourself wishing you had done so earlier.
Because, wow. That face was very attractive.
"Oh, uhâit's fine," you shook your head lightly in an attempt to stop blatantly ogling at the guy. "You're good."
Unfortunately, that only seemed to send him into another spiral of misplaced guilt since he threw out a sudden offer of, "I'll give you a discount."
Your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets at the sentence that came out of his mouth. "What? No! You don't have to, really!" was your hasty reply, to which the guy only hummed as if it were no big deal.
"Would you let me do it if I say it's because I find you cute?"
"I'm sorry, come again?"
You watched as his eyes widened comically, almost like he didn't expect those words to be said out loudâand if you were to say, that might actually be the case. "Okay, yeah, that totally backfired," he exhaled shakily; you could almost hear him screaming internally. Honestly, you couldn't blame him. You would too. "This must be so creepyâI'll place these in a bag and get out of your hair in a moment."
After a few more seconds, the situation finally dawned on you. "Hold on," you wheezed like you just heard the funniest shit ever. "Are you seriously hitting on me right now?"
"No! I mean, yes? Kind of?" The guy ended up groaning in embarrassment at his own answer, running a hand through his hair while awkwardly avoiding your eyes. His actions were oddly charming, forming an unconscious grin on your face. "I meant it when I said I find you cute. You don't have to say anything, though. Just take it as a compliment or something."
"Why thank you, kind sir," was your amused response before composing yourself and giving him a genuine smile. "I needed that."
He snorts at that. "With five bottles of soju? Who would've guessed?"
"I suppose you're not wrong," you went along with his observation, eyes trailing along the bottles he had just finished placing in a plastic bag. "Also, what the hell was I thinking? I can't finish all of this tonight."
"You can give some of them to me if you want. I'll pay you back the amount."
You quirked an eyebrow at him as you handed over your payment. Thankfully, you had half the mind to bring money with you when you stormed out earlier. "Is that really fine with you?"
"My shift is almost over, anyway. A drink after would be nice," he shrugs nonchalantly. The information had you thinking. You'd hate to be drinking alone right now, so perhaps having him as a companion for a while wouldn't be too bad.
You bit your lip lightly before asking, "Do you want to drink a bit with me?"
"Oh," he reacts blankly at first, clearly not expecting the offer. His face revealed his thought process like a window, the gears turning in his head as he tried to piece together what you had just said. It wasn't long until he caught up, though, and with a shy grin he finally answered, "Sure."
You beamed brightly for the first time that day. "Sweet. I'm Y/N, by the way."
"Jisung. Han Jisung."
And the clock strikes twelve.
Just like Cinderella, everything started changing after that night. You had gained a new friendâor at least that was what you called him for now, even if you damn well knew friends certainly did not feel this kind of attraction towards each other. It was almost embarrassing to admit how much your heart leapt in happiness whenever you two were together, and you swore that if it continued any longer, you'd end up floating amongst the clouds. His gaze alone already sent a buzzing shiver all throughout your body, your mind going into overdrive at the sheer amount of emotion Jisung was able to pull out of you with somewhat concerning ease. He could melt you to a puddle on the ground with a single word, no questions asked. Maybe it was his frustratingly smooth voice, but the guy charmed his way into your heart in a matter of literal days. Either he knew what he was doing or you were just a hopeless simpâand no, you refused to ever admit the latter out loud.
So it was to no one's surprise when you agreed to his request to take you out on a date. And after the first one, more followed. Jisung's plans were, as one would say, straight out of fiction. Stuff that you knew existed in real life but never thought would have the same spark as its literary counterpart. Well, you really should have expected it, but Jisung certainly proved you wrong. The guy was an absolute romantic, and that translated well into everything he did between you two. Though you found out through your talks that he had a big love for the angsty stuffâto which you could only wish you wouldn't find yourself in that situation too soon. It was only when you felt a warm hand casually slipping into yours with a reassuring gentle squeeze that you realized.
God, you may have already fallen for Han Jisung.
There was no doubting it. When the night sky you had just cursed out weeks ago for reminding you of the dragging day you had was replaced with waves of affection and happiness, you knew there was no way you could doubt it even if you wanted to. That whenever you closed your eyes to rest, the darkness only brought images of you and Jisung screaming each other's name into the distance in an attempt to replicate a cliched scene of professing one's love during one of your many nightly picnic dates. Joyful laughter echoed under the stars as hands held each other's, a silent promise that didn't need to be said out loud for you to know what it meant. The moon was a witness to the blooming portrait of memories being painted at the very moment when you two had made it official.
You also particularly loved the moments that you shared indoors, where it was just you and Jisung. The comfort of being alone together was one of the things that came more naturally, especially with him leaning on the introverted side. This was where you found him thriving best, and it warmed your chest to see him so in his element. Whether it was his place or yours, there was never a dull moment, even if you two weren't doing anything. Then there were also the times where you did do somethingâquickly developing a soft spot for your domestic activities with Jisung. The sound of the oven working its magic was faintly heard in the background while he danced you slowly in the flour-covered kitchen from your earlier baking shenanigans.
Loving Jisung felt like second nature to you, as if you'd been doing it for years. Perhaps you did. The concept of soulmates wasn't new to you; only that you hadn't given it any more attention than mere acknowledgement. Yet, something about Jisung made you feel like changing your stance on the matter. Slowly but surely, he had taken over you.
And you didn't fight it one bit.
His lips were an inviting shade of pink as he went on about his newest interest. You really didn't mean to stare, but he made it a challenge for you to not have your full attention on him alone. To the point that you hung onto every word he said, whatever topic he brought up, you made a mental note of it to bring up at other times when it might be appropriate. Oh, how you wanted to stop time and just continue to admire the man Han Jisung is.
Sometimes you couldn't even believe he was yours. You knew your eyes dripped with love every time you had your gaze fixed on him, but it always caught you off guard when you noticed the same look in his eyesâand it was directed towards you. They always shone with tender gratitude and warmth mixed with fondness, making your breath hitch at the sheer intensity. If this was all a dream, you hope you'd never wake up.
"Hey now," you heard Jisung's voice call out to you softly. Warm hands cupped your face gently to ground you back to reality. "What's with that look, baby?"
You sighed dreamily, leaning in more towards his touch. "How are you real?"
"This again?" Jisung chuckles at your misty gaze pinned at him as if he could disappear in the blink of an eye. "I am. And I'm right in front of you."
"You're so good to me," you mumbled in a quiet whisper, starting to feel drowsy from the comfort he provided you at the moment. You could hear Jisung's heart flip at your honest words.
"Which is what you deserve," he leans in closer to press a light but passionate kiss on your lips before pulling away to stare at you with eyes containing hundreds of unsaid dedication. "I love you."
"I love you more."
Dating Han Jisung was something you had never expected to happen, but now you wouldn't have it any other way.
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Hi! Okay so I was supposed to send this after reading the "Written on Paper" but I finished reading the fic @ 3AM and I was so sleepy đ Anyways, I just want to say that I love the fic so much. This is one of the most unique and interesting fics I've ever read. This fic has been sitting on my bookmarks and I regret not reading it ASAP. Actually, this fic reminded me of that another fic where the characters were also sons and daughters of fairytale characters. Guess who's the main lead!? It's also Minho!!! He was a son of another antagonist - Ursula.
Moving on.. Here are my thoughts: (1) I literally gasped when it was revealed that Y/N had a massive crush on Minho. I mean, I would be disappointed if she didn't. Cmon! It's MINHO. He may not be my bias but everyone and their grandma knows that the man is literally a husband material even in real lifeâ„ïž By the way, who fell in love first? Y/N or Minho? (2) I like that you made Chan as Big Bad Wolf given his representative animal is wolf (and sometimes kangaroo) đ (3) I was surprised when I found out that Minho and Y/N are sleeping in the same bedroom. I taught they have their own rooms but turns out they're just sleeping in separate beds? đ€ How the hell Y/N managed to survive đ If I'm living with Minho, I would've - okay. I'll stop here (4) Just want to say that Hyunjin has a bad taste in women. When Y/N cursed at her and he was like, "And you ask me why I don't want to marry you." Him being surprised that Y/N can curse when he's literally dating someone with a bad attitude and he's completely aware of it đ It's probably a joke but you know lol (5) Out of all the people I suspected to have stolen the book, I didn't imagine it would be Jisung. I thought it was either Mina and Minho đ (6) Now that everything was exposed, I wonder what happened to Minho's mom. Is she still locked up in mirror prison or âŠ? (7) Lastly, are you planning on making an epilogue or special drabbles? âșïž Like their dorm life before and after they started dating or a drabble but in Minho's POV đ€
Once again, I really loveeee this fic and I'm looking forward to your future works â„ïž Thank you for sharing your stories with us! Hope you have a lovely day đ€
P.S. I also read your Hyunjin fic. I actually don't want to read it because I'm avoiding angst fics. My heart just can't handle them but I gave it shot and thank God it's not too angsty đ
oh my gosh this ask đđ THANK YOU SO MUCH!! this means a lot to me that you took time out of your day just to send me this,,, i really appreciate it!
anyways i relate with the 3am reading so much, the amount of times ive done that >< really happy you think that the fic is unique and interesting! its not exactly an original concept, since its inspired by ever after high, but i guess still there arent a lot of these kinds of aus (as in son of fairytales/characters plus a magic school) so i get what you mean// this was also one of the reasons why i decided to write it in the first place đ
and oh? the son of ursula minho fic, i would love to read it! if you see this anon, or any of you know the fic please do tell me the title đââïžđââïž thank you loves
now for the reactions because i love responding to those: (1) you could say that minho was exactly y/n's type đ growing up as a royal she accepted that she would be conditioned to believing certain things to uphold her status, but deep inside she always questioned these and felt that they werent the right thing to do. as for who fell first, it was definitely minho! he liked her ever since 1st grade actually,,, its super cute
(2) it would be a crime for me not to make chan the next big bad wolf, i mean the chance was RIGHT THERE and i took it đŒ (3) yes they have shared dorm rooms~ i just followed the eah dorm system where theres this big dorm room with two sides for the students to completely customize their part of the room, but they do share one door (different personal bathrooms too, i have to point that out) // y/n and minho are pretty proper lol both are kinda those goodytwoshoes students with minho having a rebellious streak at times, but still want to become a model student so not much problems happened even with the shared room
(4) okay i think ive said this before, but i see hyunjin and mina as simply products of what they were conditioned to act and think like since they were children... the fact that theyre both willing to repent is already enough to say that they arent evil people, just VERY immature and shallow (at that point of time). y/n also had the same principles as them once upon a time, but unlike them, she had minho as a close friend since she was 11 which means she had more time to understand the rebels' point of view. still though, it doesnt mean that we shouldnt hold people accountable for what they do, even with or without justification, which is why i chose that ending for hyunjin and mina
(5) suprise suprise, its jisung! it may not make too much sense to you readers who only have this fic to base on, but i was actually going to make this as a jisung fic (in his perspective) before switching it to minho and y/n's story // that means that i had a pre existing background story and events prepared for jisung that connect with him stealing the book. i actually want to release it too as a beside-story for this fic but its still not finished yet (he has a love interest too hehe)
(6) yes, the evil queen is still locked up. i had plans for her, but it didnt push through lmao... maybe in the other members' stories? đ (7) yes i do have plans for more fics in the same universe, but for all the other members! i havent fully planned it yet but i do have draft ideas already âïž i'll make a series masterlist for this when i establish that i really want to commit sjsjsj
thank you for reading my hyunjin fic as well! its quite emotional (well, to me) and that fic is something i hold dear to my heart hehe glad you enjoyed it as well! ps: its funny to me how you cant really handle angst that well, because same i dont read angst often as well, but most of my available fics are angst because theyre fun to write for some reason đ€§đ
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hello !!! i just started reading score a goal like an hour ago without realizing it was unfinished and now iâm caught up and heartbroken cuz i want more đđ needless to say i absolutely love it
soo if u update sometime soon can i pls b added to the tag list? idk there is one lol tbh i went straight for the ask and am now realizing i didnât check oops
hello to you too! sorry for replying so late im in a semi-hiatus kinda thing but not rlly đ anyways im so glad you liked it that much! 𫶠the series is on-hold for now but im not discontinuing it, i have everything planned already all thats left is to actually make them so
and yes there is a taglist đ„° i'll add you right away^^ thank you for reading!
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Hiiii I just read score a goal in like 20-40 minutes and itâs now itâs 2AM lmao I really liked it and I hope you have a good day đđ
im so glad you liked it! the series is on hold for now because school is kicking my ass but i do hope i get to update soon đ«¶đ«¶
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omg im happy to hear that you liked it! đ tbh i wished i couldve written more for this fic but at the same time im glad i ended it like that,,
Ⳡcruel summer. lmh
âą pairing: lee know x gn!reader
friendships can break. some even turn into enemies. that was a fact you unfortunately knew all too well.
âą genre: angst with happy ending, fluff(?), longing (idk how to call that), childhood friends to enemies to lovers, slight college au, dancer!minho & y/n â 2.9k words
âą warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, minho and y/n insult each other bcs its e2l
âą note: #2 on my skz as types of childhood friends to lovers series | i swear not all fics in this series are mainly angst;; anw if you havent already noticed from the title, yes this is inspired by taylor swift's cruel summer^^ a small spin on the lyrics if i must say... cause summer isnt even the main setting in this-
â written by starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.
Lee Minho was a menace in your life. You will never understand how he does it. Despite being a fairly normal (and by normal, you may or may not have meant that there was nothing going on for him) guy, he had a major talent for getting under your skin and igniting peeves you never even knew existed until he himself did it. At one point, you thought maybe your peeve was just Minho himself, instead of the actual action. After all, even the act of talking annoyed you greatly whenever it was his voice you heard echoing through the area. Fortunately, though, it wasn't like you were the only one being an absolute assholeâ
âMinho disliked you with a passion as well.
If you were given a penny for every moment you both had some sort of argument, verbal or non-verbal, you'd surely be able to buy a house. And a penny isn't even that much to begin with. When asked, anyone who knows both you and Minho will probably give the same answer: put both of you in a room to do something, one says a single word, and hell breaks loose. The formula was pretty straightforward and simple, really. Everything was a fight between you two, and neither you nor Minho liked to lose. You'd think that being like-minded people would make you friends rather than enemies, and even you were surprised at first.
Because it wasn't always like this with Minho.Â
You don't exactly remember where it all went wrong, but all you do know was that somewhere along the way, Minho went from being your whole life to a person you could hardly stand to be in the same room with for more than ten minutesâconstantly getting on each other's nerves; waiting for someone to break first and admit defeat. Making the whole thing even more frustrating was that the two of you knew each other a bit too well; a result of the deep friendship you both once cherished above all else.
Childhood friends. That was the category you begrudgingly acknowledged both of you fell under. What were once two inseparable children who refused to stay away from each other for more than a day. The friends who were seen as a package deal, even despite never being in the same class in the entirety of your elementary school years. Your families were even really close at one pointâclose enough where you could guess your mothers made a bet about the two of you's relationship. But just like an unexpected plot twist, all of those happy memories were washed down the drain along with your friendship with Minho.
You still remember how it startedâa seven-year-old boy defending you from a rude classmate of yours back in first grade. It was when said classmate made fun of you for having cat-designed supplies (which, mind you, were actually really cute) that he considered was "lame" and "childish". As if he wasn't also a literal child at that time. Minho slid into the scene to show them a piece of his mind just before you were about to start crying, feeling humiliated and offended by the other boy's words. He defended you, or well, your appreciation for cats, with such conviction that you almost fell for him right then and there. You were really into the idea of romance back then. The whole thing was too petty for you to think of now, but back then, Minho was your knight in shining armor.
Friendship with Minho sailed smoothly from there. He approached you immediately after your rude classmate decided to leave you both alone, not seeing the fight as worth it anymore (good for him, you guessed.) Both of your interests in cats were something that bonded you two at the speed of lightning, earning you your first friend outside of relatives around the same age. He was your best friend for so long that the separation seemingly came out of nowhere, just the week before middle school started.
At first you didn't think much about it; you knew it was normal for childhood friendships to fall out around one's teen years, since it was the time where one would be meeting new peopleâbut the more you thought about your everyday life without Minho, the more you missed him. Even more so that there was no actual reason for you two to suddenly act as if the other never existed, you just somehow came to the conclusion that this was supposed to happen one day. Who knows, it could have been teenage issues.
But then the radio silence turned into a chaotic battlefield in the blink of an eye. You got into dance around your second year of middle school and decided that your next course of action was to join your school's dance club. At the time, you were well aware that Minho was already a member of that club since his first year and thought it would have been great to reconnect with him there. Don't get you wrong through, you swore you didn't get into dance because of him. It totally wasn't because you loved seeing him have fun during performances that you wanted to try it out for yourself. Still, you had high hopes of joining this clubâexcept that hope was shattered not even a week in.
"Look, we all know you're new to all this, but would it be too much for you to keep up?" You remember his harsh words like it was just yesterday. Oh, how you wanted to punch him so badly that day. The same week you joined, the club had an upcoming performance for the school assembly, and the current captain figured it wouldn't be a harm to add you in at the last minute. After all, they were still just in the middle of learning the routine and had about two weeks left until showtime. The other members seemed to agree too, seeing as you were the only new member and it would be such a waste to leave you aside. All except one person.
Now, you don't know what got into Minho's breakfast that morning during practice, but he targeted you throughout the whole day. It hurt your pride, of courseâespecially seeing that even the first years made mistakes during practiceâbut you were the only one he scolded. Sure, you had less experience than he had at this club and dancing in general, but you two were literally the same age! There was absolutely no reason to be this pissed, even if you did join a month after the year one recruits were brought in. Your dancing didn't suck either, you knew that much. As new as you were to the world of dancing, you knew you had good potential and a decent natural talent for it. How would you get into this club in the first place if you didn't? They had a whole screening process and everything. So there was only one logical reason for Minho's attitude towards you:
Hate. Lee Minho hated you.
Why? How would you know? But if he was going to be like this, then you surely wouldn't go down without a fight. If he thinks you're still the timid seven-year-old who couldn't even stand up for themselves at a mere childish insult, then your six years of friendship with him was a joke, because you've clearly changed since then. It was then that you swore you'd make him acknowledge it, even through the hard way. And you certainly did slap him in the face the following year when you became vice captain alongside him, despite the fact that it was only your second year. That wasn't good news to Minho, thoughâso as one would expect, your infamous arguments continued. The rest is history.
"If you're going to be like this, I'm asking for a new partner," Minho scowled at you venomously from the dance studio's speakers, pausing the song to rewind it back to the start. "Even if I have to beg our professor, it would be so much better than screwing up the final project because of you."
Wow, that one hurt. You inwardly winced at his ice-cold comment, feeling a small stab at your chest. His insults may have become dull to you over time, but that didn't mean you were unaffected by them. Never did you think you'd end up here: doing your semester's final project with Minho. Actually, you never would have guessed you'd go to the same collegeâlet alone in the same major! As if enduring his presence for five years in middle and high school wasn't enough, he just had to still be there just when you thought you'd be able to turn over a new leaf. But no; along with his mere existence at your university was your thick tension-filled rivalry with him, and everyone was quick to catch on.
Never put Y/N and Minho, although both dance majors, in the same room.Â
Unfortunately, your professor seemed to have missed the memoâbecause he broke that unspoken rule when he announced the partners for the final project a week ago. Shameless gasps filled the lecture hall as all pairs of eyes snapped towards your and Minho's horrified ones. This was going to be a long two weeks, you remembered groaning in annoyance.
"Then do it," you spat strongly at him. "Tell him you can't accept it whenever shit doesn't go your way. Grow up, will you?" Minho only kept quiet and didn't say anything back to you for the rest of the day after that.
Thankfully, you two managed to complete the project with flying colours with the help of some heavenly deity (because there was just no way you two managed to achieve this much together on your own.) You stared cautiously as Minho handed you a bottle of your favourite drink. This was a new scene, his head hanging low in the glow of the vending machine underneath the dark sky. If you asked yesterday's you if there would ever be a time where you were caught in an intimate setting with Minho after all those quarrels, you would have said no. But here you were, facing him in the quiet of the night.
Vulnerable words were exchanged that night, minds finally understanding each other for the first time in years. Minho knew he was being a dick to you. He knew and yet did nothing to fix it. You were better off without him anyway. He wasn't a knight, and he would never be. Even if he saw himself through your eyes back then, his mind wouldn't change. Minho noticed early on that you were made to achieve heights he could only dream ofâa fact he could never forget because everyone around him was saying the exact same thing. And as your best friend, that made him so proud. On the contrary, he was somewhat plain. At first he wanted to continue sticking by you because he thought he'd be influenced to do better; but the opposite happened and he was starting to influence you instead. That scared Minho, and the unknown pressure he personally put on himself made it seem ten times worse than it actually wasâwhich, mind you, should not have been something he became anxious over.Â
He also knew it was stupid to cut ties with you so suddenly, but this was a chance for the both of you to start over a new life and live in the bubbles you both rightfully belonged to. That was why he felt like his perfect world was shattered when you found your way back to him through the dance club. What were you doing here? When did you even start liking dance? Was that because of him too? He wanted you to turn around and leave immediately. Yet the more he pushed you away, the more the thought of you kept crashing into his mind, not showing signs of leaving even in the dead of night. Minho was growing feelings, and he despised himself for it. So he did what he apparently was best atâcontinuing to make you hate him. His wishes for your happiness were the same reasons why you ended up having the worst time of your life with having to deal with his attitude towards you, all the while Minho was too busy trying to push you away to notice you were hurt by his actions too. Strong emotions can make you do idiotic things. He finally came to his senses on the day you filmed your project together, after days of thinking through what you had said to him back in the dance studio.Â
You didn't accept his apology. Even if he was sincerely sorry about it, there was no excuse for how he acted towards you. But that wasn't the reason why you refused to take his apology; it was because you had things to apologise for too. Minho wasn't the only one who had said and done less than kind things throughout this whole ordeal, so you agreed to be on civil terms. Your semester ended with a clean cut between the relationship between you and Minho.
Summer was boring, to say the least. You decided to go back and spend the break with your family in your childhood home. The neighborhood brought back fond memories; some of which were of little you and Minho hanging out after class. Speaking of him, you heard he came back home tooâhis house only a few down the road from yours. But it's not like you could just visit him anyway. You two were basically strangers now. Not even enemies or rivals. And maybe it hurt more than you thought it would because you found yourself missing his voice at random times of the day (even if his voice in your memories was mostly frustrated and annoyed.) In the living room, you often glanced at the door in hopes that maybe he would come and visit. It was driving you crazy.Â
You never thought of liking Minho romantically, but this cliched progression of events was seemingly proving you otherwise. To be fair, there's a chance that what you were feeling was just seeking for what was normal, but either way, it didn't change the fact that it still bothered you. Luckily, your high school class' get-together was the next day, giving you the chance to drink and forget, even just for the night.
Yeah, that party did not go as planned.
What was up with everyone looking for Minho? You weren't even in the same class back then! He wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. Frustrated, you decided to take a shot every time someone mentioned his name in front of you and ended up fairly drunk out of your mind. That must explain why you found yourself sitting in front of Minho's family house in the middle of the night with blurry vision, either from the tears that were threatening to spill or the alcohol. A click from the front door took you out of your thoughts, only to see a shocked Minho staring at you with wide eyes.
"Why the fuck are you here?" He asked, rushing over to lift you up from the ground. "Are you drunk? You smell like alcohol! Let's get you home." Minho placed your arm behind his shoulders and moved to drag you back to the sidewalk. You kept your feet glued to the ground as firmly as you could.
He looks at you with expiration. "Come on, Y/N. Don't make this difficult for the both of us, yeah? Your parents must be looking for you too." You kept quiet, the words you wanted to say stuck in your throat, unable to spill out although you really wanted them to. "Y/N? Did something happen?"
Fuck it.
"I miss you, Minho," you said in a whisper, feeling too weak to go any louder. "I missed you back then, and I still miss you now." Your soft cry froze him in his tracks. His silence was deafening, and you were left assuming the worst. It wouldn't be wrong for him to reject you like this. After all, you had just decided on closing your friendship for good around a week and a half ago, and what you've been feeling for him was still relatively new. Bracing yourself for the words that would probably leave you moping in your room for the remainder of summer break, you opened your eyes to look back at him.Â
And there he was, staring at you with so much emotion you couldn't take in.
"And so you do," he says back, just as softly. "If I say I missed you too, what would you want me to do?"Â
You felt the sharp shards of ice that were stabbed in your heart from the years of fighting with Minho slowly melt away. There was only one answer to that question.Â
"Kiss me." He sighs in content at your answer and pulls you closer, lips so close yet barely touching.Â
This little shit.Â
You grabbed his collar to close the gap, your lips crashing together as you felt sparks fly, illuminating the place in a light only you two could see. He pulls away slowly after a few seconds, grinning at you like a devil.
"Don't you dare regret this in the morning."
What a cruel summer.
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