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kbandtrash · 1 year ago

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For Me (Sungjin x Reader)

~Rachel~

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Raised to believe that as the princess of your kingdom, the luxury of your upbringing was justification for your distinct unhappiness, you find yourself fantasizing about the one person who's ever seen you as more than a woman: the castle librarian.

Content: Royal au, implied emotional abuse, witty banter, perhaps over-the-top attempt at a period writing style, mutual pining, friends to lovers, unwanted arranged marriage, assassination attempt, knives, panic attack, happy ending :) lowkey lowkey inspired by Barbie in The Princess and the Pauper

Word Count: 10.1k

“She is here to meet a proper suitor,” the governess told Sungjin coldly. “You will not be getting in the way.”

Sungjin sucked in a breath with a grimace as he straightened his jacket in the mirror. “And what makes you think I’m here for anything other than the feast?” He turned to face the governess properly. “While I am an excellent dancer, I have no interest in stealing away the princess’s chance at meeting an advantageous match.”

The governess seethed at his nonchalant reply. It was by the princess’s request that the librarian had been invited to a royal event in the first place, and she was going to get to the bottom of it. “It seems you needed no reminder,” she noted sharply. “At least you already know your place.”

“It’s been made clear to me many times before tonight,” Sungjin replied, side-eyeing her as he left the dressing room. “Don’t say useless things.”

—

You sighed wistfully as you looked out from the balcony at the boy on the lawn. “Lucy, do you think he would be bothered if I asked him what he was reading?” you asked your lady in waiting.

“Almost certainly,” she replied bluntly, sharing in your afternoon fantasy. “But perhaps not if you asked him how he was liking it.”

“Oh, no, I think that might bother him more.” You giggled. “I say this as if I have any intention of courting.”

“This is news to me,” a voice interrupted you from the shade. You turned to see Sungjin leaning against the balcony doors, a few familiar books under his arm. “You speak of a new crush every week and yet you have no intention of courting?”

“The crush is the only fun part, Mr. Park,” you said with a feigned serious tone. “If I’m not to marry for love, then why get in too deep to let go in an instant?”

You searched for any pity in his expression, but he either hid it well or truly only felt amusement at your statement. “Is that why I’m the only man you talk to?” he quipped in return.

Lucy tried to hide her explosive laugh as a cough.

You looked Sungjin up and down. “A man? Would I talk to you if I saw you that way?”

The cough worsened, and Lucy had to excuse herself, rushing past Sungjin to get the privacy she needed to regain her composure.

Sungjin’s blithe amusement was unaffected, or at least undamaged. He stepped forward and brandished his books at you. “I’ve taken the liberty of removing these from your chamber and replacing them with some books your governess recommended.”

Your jaw dropped in indignation. “But was it not by your recommendation that I had those books in the first place?”

“Times change quickly, your highness,” he said, waving the books at you once more before tucking them back under his arm. “If these caught your interest as far as your bookmarks in them, I’m sure you’ll have a splendid time with your new books.”

“That’s not a fair criterion,” you argued. “If I’d had any time for myself, you would have had those books back a week ago.”

“Excuses are easy to come by,” he chided, stepping back toward the balcony doors. “I prefer to judge by action.”

—

He took your hand gently and led you to the dance floor with his hand on the small of your back. You then gave each other a courteous bow and curtsy before he took your hand once more and rested his hand on your waist. You tried not to trouble his shoulder with the weight of your hand.

“Is it alright if I share a burden with you, Mr. Park?” you asked as cheerfully as you could muster, studying the details on his jacket.

He didn’t answer right away, and you could feel his eyes on you, trying to get you to meet them. “Is it something I’m already aware of?”

“Most likely,” you answered, surely failing to hide behind your usual grin. “I can’t imagine someone as sharp-minded as yourself could have let this slip by.”

He hesitated once more before asking a second question. “Will sharing this really make it lighter?”

Your face truly began to falter now, and you couldn’t keep your lips from frowning. “Probably not, but I do suppose it depends on your response.”

He brought his hand up from your waist to tilt your chin gently upward, a final plea for you to meet his eyes. “I’m afraid I might make it worse, indeed.”

As tears threatened to spill over, you hid your face on his shoulder. He held you a little closer. “I was afraid you might say that.” You drew in a deep breath and stood yourself up straight, determining yourself to look into his eyes once more. “But I think I still want to try saying this once.”

“Princess…”

“I love you, Sungjin.” You looked down, unable to hold his gaze. “But of all the luxuries and choices granted to me in life, love is not one of them.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N).”

You had never thought that honest words could cut like lies. “For the sake of your heart, I hope it passes soon.”

—

“Really, Mr. Park, you must stop snooping through my things.”

“You left this out specifically for me to read,” he argued, “and I will not tolerate a word otherwise.”

You humphed self-righteously. “Well, since you’ve read it anyway…”

“I’ve already marked the edits I suggest you make.” He handed the papers back to you. “You are quite careless with your grammar.”

“Just the grammar?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Is that all you have to comment on?”

He reached forward and tapped on a paperclip at the back of the stack of papers. “My commentary on the content couldn’t fit in the margins—which are messy, by the way—but it couldn’t fit in the margins with the grammar suggestions, so I had to take down my notes on new paper.”

“Three—” You had pulled his notes to the front of the stack as he had spoken, and you were appalled to find just how many pages he had used. “Three pages? I only wrote four, and you wrote three pages of criticism?”

“Three sheets,” he corrected. “Front and back. Six pages.”

“Six—!” You took a deep breath and set your hands on your hips, trying to stuff down your frustration. “I wrote four pages of philosophy, and you wrote six pages of criticism, not to mention filled the margins of the original four with grammar corrections?”

He didn’t smile, but you caught the twinkle in his eyes. “You think so lowly of me, your highness.”

“I can’t imagine you would write any praise.”

“And so lowly of yourself, as well,” he chided. “Only the first page is criticism. I actually found your piece intriguing enough to write you a response.”

You felt like you had swallowed a mouthful of air. Sungjin, the great and esteemed librarian of the royal palace, had found your thoughts interesting enough to write five pages in response to the original four.

You cleared your throat. “You flatter me.”

“Ah, well,” he said, clearing his throat as well. “Perhaps you’ve finally earned some praise.”

—

Luckily, your downtrodden mood went unnoticed by the rest of the guests. Well, perhaps unluckily. That meant that all of the potential suitors you had met were all self-absorbed snobs with no real interest in you as a person. It wasn’t like you really expected more out of a political marriage, but you hoped for someone that at least cared enough to notice that you were hurting.

Sungjin sat with some other guests that you had invited from the palace staff, enjoying the food as promised, and was soon joined briefly by your governess. She looked uneasy.

“I’d like to apologize,” she offered, taking the seat next to him in order to rest her feet for a moment. “I believe I was unnecessarily harsh.”

“Perhaps I did need the reminder,” Sungjin disagreed, watching you dance with another noble that paid no attention to you even as your hands were intertwined. He could see your expression even from this distance—miserable and barely hiding it. “I believe you and I are the only two people in the room that know of her intellectual caliber, and the only two that care.”

The governess chewed on that, deciding the librarian’s words to be true and taking them as the tragedy that they were. “Of all the luxuries and choices granted to her in life, as she likes to say…” Sungjin nodded in acknowledgement. “I think the books used to be her distraction, and then you came with the books. However, she will be a fine queen someday, and your willingness to challenge her is certainly a factor in that.”

“If her husband will ever allow her a word in edgewise,” Sungjin scoffed. “She’s better suited for leadership than any of the men here for her hand.”

The governess raised her glass toward Sungjin. “I’ll toast to that.”

He clinked his water glass with her champagne, although he didn’t understand what exactly they were toasting to. He knew he could never stay by your side, but he couldn’t stand to see your growth suffocated in order to satisfy some other man’s picture of an ideal wife. The choice you were giving up wasn’t just love, but to live your life as yourself. He wondered who had convinced you that a life of royal luxury was worth trading your identity.

—

“Now, who is burning the midnight oil in my library?” Sungjin’s voice came out deeper and raspier than he had thought it would. Then again, it was quite time for him to be asleep, and he did hope he sounded intimidating.

“What’s this of midnight oil?” your voice came from the other side of the shelves. “The sun has only just set, has it not?”

Sungjin, in his pajamas and night cap, rounded the corner of the last shelf before the table you sat at. The sight nearly caused you to choke on your own laughter, which was certainly not becoming of a princess.

He raised his eyebrow at you. “I’m quite certain if you stay up much longer, you’ll be greeted by the sun rising once again.”

You stopped your giggling immediately, placing your bookmark and slamming your book shut. “You must be joking.”

“I would never joke about something as serious as interrupting my bedtime.”

He was absolutely serious; you could read it in his posture. As ridiculous as he looked, he was not pleased. In fact, the longer you looked, the more disturbing the shadows of the candlelight on his face were. He looked rather like a solemn ghost reminding you to sleep, lest he haunt you—

You lost your composure again, imagining the librarian as a nagging specter. He didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow. “My apologies, you just look like—” you had to pause to fight off your laughter— “you look so silly.”

“I think you simply need to leave my library and get yourself to bed,” he said. “Your academic sobriety already leaves much to be desired when you’re well-rested. Don’t make it worse.”

Perhaps it was the hour of the night finally setting in, and you were exhausted after all, but you could have sworn there was fondness in his eyes when he bid you goodnight and shut the library doors behind you. However, you thought perhaps you weren’t mistaken about it when he opened the doors once again to shuffle after you in his slippers, berating himself for nearly allowing a lady to walk alone across the castle in the dead of night.

—

The marriage date had been set. Although not one of the suitors had managed to impress you enough to give him a second glance, a few had appealed to the king, and he had chosen one for you. You didn’t know why you were so upset. You had known all your life that this was the role you had been born into, and you had spent your life preparing accordingly. What was the difference now that it was actually upon you?

All of your duties now were wedding-related. Not a second was free for you to spend loitering around the library, which you tried to convince yourself was a good thing. If you weren’t around him, you would stop thinking about him eventually. Your unnecessary crush wasn’t even your most impeding problem; the books that he took such good care of were no longer yours to peruse. The life of rigorous study that you had loved was no longer yours, either.

You supposed you had taken advantage of this for far too long; what place had you ever had among the books, anyway? Dress fittings, etiquette lessons, those were things you should have been spending your time with in the first place. Now you were playing catch-up because you had been allowed to choose between something you wanted and something you needed.

Upon returning to your chamber for the evening after a day of decoration approval, you noticed a book sitting on your vanity—not your desk, where the last of your books remained. Someone had placed it there for you, and you nearly tore yourself in half resisting the urge to snatch it up and read it immediately.

There was only one person it could be from; only one person was bold enough to trespass like this. However, you were trying to prepare yourself for the life you would soon be living, and indulging in this couldn’t possibly make it easier for you. Still, you wandered closer to your desk, wary of the book as if it would burst into flames.

There was an envelope on top of the book, addressed to you in handwriting so lovely and calling you so rudely by your given name. His handwriting had been the bane of your existence so many times, yet you had never seen your name in it. He had added no flourish to it—in fact, there were a few little drops of ink from his quill staining the envelope—but you had never liked the sight of your own name more. Or hated it.

Before you knew it, the envelope was in your hands, and you delicately turned it over. He hadn’t even bothered to seal it properly. He must have known that any obstacle to his letter would have turned you away from it. If only it had been sealed, it might have brought you to your senses.

You turned it over again, admiring his handwriting once more, but turning it so quickly wafted the scent of the paper to your nose. You smiled without realizing it; you wouldn’t have thought of him as the type to use a lilac scent. Why was it only now that you were learning the sweetest things about him? It was like the Fates didn’t want you to let him go.

Rather than the books of philosophy and politics he would usually recommend you, this book was a work of fiction. By the look of it, he must have bought a new copy for you. The letter that came with it must have contained some explanation as to why he had given it to you, but you cared far too much to let yourself read it. You weren’t certain you would ever read the book, either.

You sat on your bed and stopped trying to fight the tears you had holding back since the ball. It was of no use to continue explaining to yourself that you had no right to feel this way. It wouldn’t stop you from feeling this way, so the least you could do, now that you were in only your own company, was admit your feelings to yourself. Instead of repressing them, you needed to let them go.

—

The air of the castle was far too stuffy in the summer, and on a night like tonight, opening the window simply wasn’t enough. You needed to go outside and experience the night air for yourself.

It was no easy task to convince the guards that you didn’t need them or your lady in waiting around for a half-hour stroll around the grounds, but eventually they let you out. You were almost certain that they would have someone tailing you, but as long as you couldn’t see or hear them, you would pay them no mind. The illusion of a moment of solitude would have to do.

As you admired the crescent moon and the stars splashed across the night sky, your illusion came to an end. Whether or not someone had sent him after you, knowing that his company was one you would never rebuke, you didn’t know, but Sungjin had come around the castle from the opposite direction. You intended just to pass by him at first with a cordial nod, but the way his eyebrows raised in something that seemed to you to be surprise or disdain managed to offend you enough to talk to him.

“Am I not allowed to explore my own home?” you asked sharply.

This had been exactly the reaction he had wanted to get out of you. He stopped and turned to face you slowly, his expression now perfectly polite. “Did I say anything contrary?” Before you could fire back a retort, he continued, “Well, perhaps there is something to be said about the hour of your excursion, but who am I to criticize you?”

Every witty thing you could have come back with vanished from your mind. “Yes, quite so,” you said smartly. “You are out at the very same hour.”

“An excellent observation,” he acknowledged without a hint of the patronizing tone he implied. “Every so often, I find an evening walk to be quite refreshing, but it seems the evening escaped me tonight.”

He was going to make you say it. Whether he had been sent or not to escort you tonight didn’t matter; if he was to join you, he would have to have your permission, and he wasn’t going to ask.

Well, having company wasn’t your intention, and you weren’t going to ask. Perhaps this one time, you would refute his company.

“It is a bit suffocating, isn’t it?” he asked you instead, before you could tell him to be on his way. He glanced toward the castle, and you had a feeling he was talking about something other than the heat.

“Sometimes I wish the castle were farther from the equator, in a drier part of the country,” you admitted facetiously, determined not to give him the conversation he wanted. “But I suppose a milder winter is a fair trade for the misery of summer.”

The corners of his lips rose in preparation to play your game. “You can only escape outside of the castle walls for so long.”

“As soon as I go back inside or the sun rises, I’ll be right back where I started,” you agreed, now also not quite talking about the weather. “You can’t exactly hide from the sun.”

“It is quite relentless,” he said with a nod. “Even now, it watches you by way of the moon.”

Was he the moon? Was that his implication tonight? A reflection of the sun—of your duties—but kinder in its presence. It didn’t bring the same light, but it didn’t bring the oppressive heat of the day with it, either.

“I do wish it would stay a while longer,” you mumbled, only for him to hear if he cared to answer.

You pretended to ignore him as he took his attention away from the night sky and gave it to you instead. You pretended not to see out of the corner of your eye the way his eyes sparkled with stars to rival the night sky. Most of all, you pretended not to see the way he looked at you. It would just be trouble if you tried to make something of it.

“May I escort you?” he asked, offering you his arm tenderly. “It’s still a ways to the back gate, if you would like to escape the heat a little longer.”

Perhaps you had misread his intentions tonight. You had thought he was going to make you put down your pride, but now he was simply inviting you to at much less detriment to yourself.

“Alright,” you accepted softly, taking his arm in the same manner. “I suppose some company wouldn’t be too burdensome.”

—

Your husband-to-be wasn’t necessarily unkind. He was perfectly polite, in fact, and while he clearly didn’t have any real interest in you, he did try to get to know you in the few days before the ceremony. However, this mostly consisted of asking what you knew about his interests rather than asking what yours were. In his eyes, he likely had a long way to go with you until you would become who he imagined you to be.

Perhaps if you’d had a common interest, something might have happened, but it seemed that literacy was a skill he didn’t think much of. He took his privilege for granted, and assumed someone else around him would always know what he needed to know in any situation. It didn’t seem he expected you to be in that list of people.

It was a horrible thought, but you did consider that his nation would likely be better off in your hands than his, if he died accidentally…or not. Not that you would ever do something to bring his death to pass, but it wasn’t a thought that particularly troubled you.

His eyes stared right through yours as you wondered these terrible things. He looked at you, certainly, but he couldn’t have seen less of you if he were blind. You felt like a paper doll, being dressed up and given away to someone who would likely forget you existed within a week.

As this prince went on and on about his annual hunt with his younger brothers, your mind wandered back to someone who always saw more of you than you wished he would. You could never hide anything from him, no matter how well you thought you had put up a front. If he were here right now instead of your politically advantageous match, you had so many things you wanted to ask him. He might grow frustrated with your questions, but not because he thought you couldn’t understand his answers. He felt you should already know the answers, or you should be asking questions meant to challenge him just as much.

This prince was hoping you would shrink to meet his expectations, while your librarian wanted you to grow to meet his. However, according to your birthright, you had already overgrown for the role you were meant to fit. Cutting back was going to hurt in one way or another.

You noticed the prince had gone quiet, watching you now in the glow of the sunset as you sat on a bench in the gardens surrounding your castle. Had he asked you a question? Why was his expression like that, all soft and pleased with himself—

“What are you thinking about?” he asked you.

You weren’t sure how to answer the question; you were more surprised that he had finally asked you a question that didn’t have to do with him. “I was just—”

“Let me tell you what I’m thinking about,” he interrupted you. You weren’t even sure he had heard you start to answer, much less expected you to answer. “We shall be an excellent match. Our children should take after you in looks, and surely after me in personality.”

You refused to bring anything like him into the world, but that wasn’t something you should or could say out loud.

“You are beautiful,” he told you as if he was sure no one had ever told you before. “My brothers shall be jealous I’ve found myself a wife like you.”

If he thought he was being romantic, he was wrong, and it was unnecessary for him to do such, but he was so sure of himself, you were unable to move before he decided to kiss you.

It made you feel sick to your stomach. There was no way he thought a romance was really going to build that quickly between the two of you. Was he really arrogant enough to think he had won your hand in marriage because he had won your heart at the ball? You had thought you were on the same page, at least, that you were here for the benefit of your nations.

You excused yourself after that and all but ran back to the privacy of your chamber. The familiarity of your own quarters were something you would lose as you traveled back to his kingdom to begin the rest of your life, so you figured you might as well take advantage of them for the last time.

He must have been brought up to believe he deserved everything the world had to offer as some sort of royal birthright. The way your late mother had raised you, you thought it was common knowledge that in exchange for a life of royal luxury, you had to live your life ready to sacrifice anything else for the welfare of your kingdom. The more you interacted with the royalty and upper class of other countries, however, you realized that your paradigm was unique, even strange.

You were snatched out of your thoughts once again, even as you were steps away from safety, by a hand grasping your arm. On pure instinct, you tore your arm away as you spun to see who it was that had stopped you. Frozen with his arm still outstretched as he realized how improper his actions had just been, Sungjin waited for your next response.

You had half a mind to turn around and keep walking, but the other half of your mind sought comfort from the one person in this castle that you knew cared. No matter how much you wanted to let it win, you couldn’t. You were already indulging yourself by running away to hide.

“It’s a bad time,” you refused him simply without giving him the chance to explain himself. “Perhaps another time.” You spun around once more to continue on your way.

“I think this is the only time,” he contended before you even took a step. “You are miserable. If you ever do anything for your own sake, let it be this.”

You had kept yourself in check for so long. Every single awful feeling you had been keeping down suddenly manifested, burning hot. “What do you know?” you spat vindictively. You turned once more, advancing on the librarian, who stood his ground. “What do you know about duty? What do you know about living a life on the backs of people who do real work every day, while you sit around and just exist?”

He didn’t say anything. He was angry, and you knew it by the way his eyes darkened. Normally bright and full of stars, you had snuffed them out.

“This is the only worth I have in life,” you said. “I bring them promises of goods to trade and safety from war and strife with this, so they can keep living their lives. I’ve never had to do anything for myself—this is the least thing I can do repay those that have sacrificed so I can live this way. My happiness means nothing in comparison to the lives of those I’m supposed to protect.”

“How dare you talk about the princess that way,” he said, his voice quiet and dangerous. “If it were any other than yourself, I would have them turned in to the guard for slander.”

“I can’t slander myself, Mr. Park.”

“But you can lie to yourself. You can let yourself believe all of these terrible things about yourself because someone did you the discredit of raising you to believe that you don’t deserve to be loved—valued, even,” he seethed. “Perhaps the welfare of the people should come before your own, but how can you serve them properly if your service to them doesn’t bring you joy?”

“And what if it does bring me joy?” you asked defiantly.

He shook his head. “You may lie to yourself, your highness, but you cannot fool me.”

—

He looked beautiful in the glow of the sunset. You wished you could capture him like this somehow, keep his image in a book that you could look at whenever you wanted. However, your sketches could never do him justice, even if you could capture the colors perfectly.

You were in love with him. You knew it, as much as you wished it weren’t true. He had probably known before you did. It was useless, though. You were to marry a prince, and there was to be a ball soon to find a potential match.

Forgiving yourself for this would be no easy task. You should have seen it coming long ago, but you were blinded by your own foolishness, believing that you could really just admire him as a scholar. Once you knew you liked him, you should have stopped then, as well, but it was too easy to convince yourself to indulge just this once. And then you got too deep to pull yourself out.

Even now, watching him out on the lower balcony from above, you were indulging yourself. Once again, you rationalized using the same logic: you might as well enjoy the view while you still could. Soon, you would leave all of this behind. The castle, the view of the gardens, the familiar sunset of your land, and your librarian as well. If you had managed to find all of these things you loved in one scene, you might as well commit them to memory while you still had them.

Like it was habit for him, he turned his gaze upward briefly toward your balcony, but he made a double-take as he realized you were standing there. You both froze, having been caught in your acts of assumed solitude.

“Princess?” he stammered, not quite believing his eyes. “How long…?”

“You should come,” you blurted, somehow seeming to retain a collected composure even though you were embarrassed and unsure of what was coming out of your mouth. “To the ball, I mean. You have my invitation.”

The distance between you was too far to really make out his expression, but you could only assume it was confused by the length of time it took him to answer.

“I’m sure I have no place there.”

“Of course you do,” you insisted. This was indulging yourself once more, but if this was the one time you would ever make a stupid choice, it might as well be now. “You have to dance with me once, shouldn’t you?”

His expression was too hard to make out, but you could see his hands playing with the railing of his balcony as he tried to figure out what you were playing at. “Truly, what place would I have doing that?”

“Perhaps from some viewpoints, none,” you admitted, “but I believe our camaraderie has earned you at least enough social standing for one dance.”

Even from this distance, you could see his dark eyebrows raise at the implication that his worth came from his relationship with you. You knew that he knew you were joking—you had made him recommend you several books on similar subjects—but you waited to see if he would take the bait and keep arguing with you.

“If you’re willing to take responsibility for whatever complaints come up surrounding my presence, then I suppose I should take your offer,” he said, inflection heavy in his voice. “Don’t regret extending this invitation.”

You smiled to yourself. You would come to regret it, you were sure, if you didn’t already. “I would never,” you lied jovially.

—

Sungjin had made himself quite scarce from your presence. Not just yours, apparently, but you had heard rumors that he had hardly left the library at all. That was fine by you; you didn’t want to see him anyway. You would feel obligated to apologize if you saw him again, even though you still believed you had said nothing wrong. You knew you had hurt him with your harsh words, and in that was your fault.

The wedding was…well, it was. That was as far as you could describe it. You were aware of your state of being alive through the whole process of the day, but barely anything more. That was the only way you could get through the day without being overcome by your emotions. You shut everything out. Every thought, every sensation, every person who talked to you, none of it had access to how you truly felt about what would come next. If you had to, you would never come back to yourself for as long as you lived.

Perhaps somewhat ironically, it was a threat to your life that brought you back to the present. Barely twelve hours had you been married, and your husband was already holding a knife to your back.

“It’s a shame. I really did think you were a lovely girl,” he said with a slightly inconvenienced sigh, “but in order for any of this to work, you have to die.”

If you and your family lived through whatever declaration of war this was, you would have to remind yourself to slap your father across the face for his ineptitude in picking alliances.

“I’m sure taking me as hostage would incite much more chaos,” you suggested flatly, barely daring to move for the strength with which the prince held the dagger to your back. He didn’t seem to know much about women’s fashion, as he held it to a rib of your corset, but you had to let him believe he had your life in his hands.

“I would have liked that as well, but I’ve been advised that if we want to take possession of your kingdom, we need to make this as swift and cruel as possible,” he explained once again as if this were a minor inconvenience to him. “And it’s not as if you would agree to our occupation. Your dedication to your people, in particular, is admirable, but it’s exactly why you cannot be allowed to live.”

And it was exactly why you had to live. You thanked your past self one last time for the adventurous youth you had insisted upon and prepared to seize his knife for your own. Your dark fantasies of killing your husband may well have become your reality.

“I was surprised to find out that rumors about you were true,” he went on. “Your pretty face is unfortunately a facade for that strange mind of yours. Thanks to that peculiar librarian of yours, no doubt.”

You stiffened at his mention of Sungjin.

“Oh, yes, I know all about your little affair. One of the wisest and most knowledgeable men, not just in your country, but likely the whole continent. He’ll likely be useful in the coming months, whether willingly or not…”

That was the end of your rational thought. You spun around and made a grab for the knife, your heart on fire at the thought of anyone, much less this man laying a hand on the only man who had ever seen you as an equal. You hadn’t considered that he had meant to provoke you, which was now made clear by the way he pulled back and readied a real strike. With the smirk on his face, the monologue suddenly made sense.

You attempted to move out of his way, but your haste had caused you to forget the placement of the furniture in the room, and you nearly fell backwards over a chair. His knife grazed you across your chest, almost aligning with the length of your collarbone. It wasn’t deep, but it was already bleeding. You weren’t sure why it didn’t hurt quite like you expected it to, but you were sure it would soon. If you were going to live, that had to be the only strike you allowed him.

So you fought dirty. Giving up your earlier plan to take the knife yourself, you kicked him hard between the legs and took off as fast as you could. Surely his shouts would attract unwanted attention, but you had to leave and find Sungjin as quickly as possible, before anyone else did. You ditched your shoes at the door and thanked the prince one last time for his arrogance; not a single guard was stationed outside.

It wasn’t long, however, before you found yourself being chased by the foreign guard. You shouldn’t have been fast enough to outrun them, but your desperation—not for yourself—kept you out of their reach. Just as you were sure you were done for, you rounded a corner to see members of your own guard, still unaware of the rats in the castle.

You called for their help, and seeing the blood dripping down your front, they sprang into action. Once you were safe behind their line, you pulled one aside.

“This whole wedding was a setup,” you relayed, trembling. “You must make sure the king and the others are safe—they’re planning on having us all killed.”

Then you took off again in the direction of the library, not stopping as the guard called after you. It wasn’t far from here, but you couldn’t waste time if they had already found him.

The library corner was still dark, untouched by violence as of yet, you hoped. You weren’t as delicate as you wished you were, trying the handle, and the sound of the locking mechanism echoed down the whole hallway. The door was open, nonetheless, and you prayed that it was just because he had forgotten to lock it, and not because someone had already forced it open. You locked it behind you, whether it meant you were trapped in here with the enemy or not.

His quarters were separated from the library by a door in the back, and you had to fight yourself to keep an even pace. There were no signs of soldiers, and the closer you got, the surer you were that you were the first one here.

His door was shut, and all the lights were off. Perhaps he had gone to visit family instead of attending the wedding. If he had, you hoped he would know to never come back.

You knocked on his door, and within a few seconds, you heard rustling from the inside. You knocked again, and you heard someone questioning you from inside.

“Sungjin,” you called for him quietly, but still loud enough that he could hear you through the door, “the prince and his troops are staging a coup—they’re—”

He yanked his door open, standing before you now in his silly pajamas and nightcap. The thought of this man, whose only calluses on his hands were from an excess of using them to write, being used and hurt for his dedication to knowledge…it made you sick. You could never let that happen, by any means possible.

“Princess?” He could hardly take this sight of you in. He had never known you to be frightened of anything, and he had never seen you look so small.

“You have to leave,” you begged him. “The wedding was a setup to seize the kingdom. They’re looking for you now, as we speak.”

“Me? They’re after me and not you? Their princess—our princess.”

“They don’t think anything of me, but they know how much you know—that makes you worth something! Sungjin, they won’t just kill you,” you warned him frantically. “Please, hide, and get yourself to safety!”

“Breathe with me, Princess, please,” he pleaded with you, holding your arms steady. “You’re bleeding. Let’s address that first.”

You shook your head. “It’s not life-threatening. I’ll be fine, but please tell me there’s a way out of here that’s not the main entrance—”

An echo through the library stopped your voice, froze you in place. They knew you were here. You led them straight to him. The one person you wanted to protect, and you had given him away. And those guards who had protected you so loyally—you had given them their deaths.

You couldn’t breathe. Your lungs were full of air and they refused to empty in exchange for new air, even as you gasped for it. Sungjin knew there wasn’t much time, but he had to try and hide in whatever time he had. There was a nook hidden behind a bookcase that he suspected had been built for times like this. However, the bookcase was heavy, and he wasn’t sure he had the strength to move it out and back in time.

Another echo shook the walls; they were going to break the doors down. He had to try.

You weren’t in any state to help him as you clutched your hand to your chest, trying to regain control of your breathing. He took your arm and led you swiftly to the bookcase, even knowing that he couldn’t do this alone.

“We can hide back here,” he said, leaning down and making sure he had your eyes on his. “I need you to help me pull it back.”

“Sungjin, I don’t—I—I can’t—”

With another echo, he heard the wood of the doors beginning to crack from the repeated force.

“(Y/N),” he said softly, “we have to try.”

Your eyes still shining with tears and your body still shaking as you tried to control it, you nodded resolutely. Anything to get him out of harm’s way.

On his count, you pulled the shelf, and true to his promise, there was a small alcove with just enough space to hide the two of you. So long as you could pull the shelf back in time, and the enemy soldiers didn’t start knocking shelves over, you would be safe.

A final crash finally blew the doors off their hinges, just in time for you to have secured the shelf back in its place. Even though the enemy guard’s shouting back and forth was more than enough noise to drown out any sound you made, you still stifled your panicked sobs.

Sungjin couldn’t take any more of this. The space was small enough that you could both sit on the floor, but only if he had you in his arms. He wasted no time in pulling you into his embrace and allowing you to sink to the floor. He listened intently to the soldiers’ dialogue as they searched his library, but it was admittedly hard to focus when he was finally holding you like this for the first time.

“Is anyone sure they saw the princess come this way?”

How had it taken an attempt on your life for him to finally gather the courage to hold you like this? Certainly, you were a princess and he was a humble scholar with no place by your side, but that seemed now a pitiful excuse. If your lives really were to end tonight, his greatest regret would be withholding his feelings for you.

“Check the librarian’s quarters—see if there are any exits besides the doors we just came through.”

He hadn’t noticed his hand finding its way to your hair, holding your head to his chest to comfort you. Although your breathing was still troubled, you seemed to have regained quite a bit of control. He was prepared to hold you all night if he had to.

“What if we just lit the whole place ablaze?”

Sungjin’s heart dropped. If you were trapped back here, a fire would certainly kill you both.

“No! We’re under strict orders to preserve this collection—this is one of the most extensive libraries any kingdom has seen, and the king wishes to have it for his own. Our task is simply to find the librarian who tends to it and bring him to the prince.”

“And what of the princess?”

“Kill her when we find her.”

After a while, the footsteps stopped, and Sungjin had to assume that the soldiers had left. However, he wasn’t going to risk your safety to find out if he was right. At some point, they would have to leave, but he would much rather wait until you were able to make a plan with him. He trusted you much more than he trusted himself in that aspect.

You were still bleeding, he realized, and in the cramped space, he had you sit apart for a bit as he reached to tear his nightshirt for a makeshift bandage. However, you stopped him, gesturing to the hem of your dress instead. He shook his head, going once again for his nightshirt, but you placed your hand over his.

“The dress is already ruined,” you whispered, gesturing to the slash and the bloodstains. “It might as well be of some use.”

He understood your request; it wasn’t simply about preserving his nightshirt, which was still in good condition, over your already torn and stained dress. It was also about further tarnishing what this dress was supposed to represent. He wanted to erase all of that too, so he obligingly found a seam and split it as much as he could to make a decent bandage and still leave you decent.

Once he had pressed the fabric to your wound, you decidedly curled up against his chest once more, all but forcing him to wrap his arms around you again. He couldn’t help but smile despite the dire circumstances. For a moment, you weren’t a princess and he wasn’t a librarian, hiding from foreign combatants. You were just a girl, and he was just the boy you loved, stealing a moment of privacy for the first time.

“Did you ever read my letter?” he asked you softly, careful not to allow his voice to pass through the wood shelf.

You shook your head. “Nor the book that came with it.”

“That probably would have been for the better, had the prince been honest in his intentions to marry you.”

“But he wasn’t.”

He sighed. “No, he wasn’t, and I’m not sure whether to curse him for trying to take your life or thank him for…well…”

“The two may not be mutually exclusive,” you admitted, “especially if we live to tell the tale.”

He thought for a moment on that. What would happen if you escaped from this, and the prince and his soldiers were defeated and brought to justice? What would happen if you escaped, but the prince succeeded in seizing the kingdom? He already knew what would happen if you failed to escape, and didn’t find the possibility worth lingering on.

“Will you take your position back if all ends well?” he asked. “I fear if the king does die tonight, you’ll either end up with a price on your head or a country to run.”

You were quiet as you thought as well. Everything you had known about your future had changed within a few minutes, and you certainly hadn’t had the time to consider any of the consequences that tonight would bring.

“The power would never fall to me,” you finally answered. “Ever since my father gave up on having a son, my cousin has been preparing to inherit the throne. Whether the king lives or dies tonight, and if our guard succeeds in stopping the attack, I suspect my role will remain the same. I will be expected to marry a man of noble lineage to benefit our country.”

Sungjin’s chest grew tight at the thought of you marrying another man—again. He couldn’t stand to let you slip through his fingers again, but what choice did he truly have in the matter?

“However, I’m not sure that I could go through with yet another wedding to someone who sees me as nothing more than a chess piece,” you went on. “I’ve shown myself where my heart truly lies when I’m forced to choose between the good of the kingdom and my own desires, and I can never fool myself again.”

You sat up a bit, ignoring the pain racing across your chest.

“I would rather my life end by your side than keep living without you,” you confessed to him solemnly.

There was hardly light enough to see in the small nook behind the bookshelf, but it was enough to reflect in his eyes like stars, as always. It was a tragic confession, he knew, for he knew of no way for you to live by his side. And he loved you anyway.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, his voice even smaller than before.

And so came to pass your first, and perhaps last moment of shared intimacy. It was just a kiss, but it was all you could have asked for. He was so gentle, as if he were afraid you would break or disappear.

The fatigue of the night finally set in, and you ended up falling asleep together in that tiny space behind the bookshelf.

—

You were awoken by frantic rapping on the side of the bookcase. Very few people knew this alcove existed, so either someone had sold you out, or it was a member of the staff, hoping to find their missing friends.

“Please, Princess, Mr. Park, at least one of you must be back here,” a woman’s voice worried from the outside. You sat up, recognizing her as your lady in waiting. “This is the last place I can think of.”

“Lucy?” you called to her. As you opened your eyes, you could see sunlight filtering in.

“Oh, your highness, thank goodness!” she sighed in relief. “And is Mr. Park with you?”

You began to respond, but Sungjin signaled to you to wait. “Ask her if she’s alone,” he told you almost inaudibly. You nodded, understanding his implication.

“Lucy,” you repeated, leaning as closely as you could to the corner of the bookshelf and the wall. “Are you alone? No one else is with you?”

“No, Princess, I’m by myself,” she confirmed, lowering her voice to match yours. “And while the captain of the guard knows I’m looking for you, he doesn’t know where I am exactly. We’ve managed to chase the enemy soldiers out of the castle, but they’re still on the grounds. I want to get you out while we still can.”

“And…” you began, an odd feeling of nervousness in your stomach. “What of the king?”

She didn’t answer for a moment, and that was an answer by itself. “I’m sorry.”

You learned that once your guards had captured the prince, who was still languishing in the room you were supposed to share, it had been easy to command his soldiers to stand down under a threat on his life. However, by then, it had been too late for your father. Luckily, your cousin was safe outside the castle, but it looked like the prince’s soldiers were preparing to make another attack instead of accepting their defeat.

Lucy relayed her plan of escape to you: there was a secret passage that led into town, outside the castle grounds where the enemy was waiting to stop any escape attempts. She was hoping Mr. Park would accompany you to safety, if he could be found.

“And there’s another thing, your highness, if I may be so bold,” she said. “I’m not so sure you would want to hear this—if you find it shameful of me to suggest this, you may pretend as if I never said it.”

“What is it, Lucy?”

“Well, I have…I know…” She sighed. “Pardon me, it’s just so hard to say it the way I mean it.”

You exchanged a curious glance with Sungjin. You hadn’t come out of your hiding place yet, but you would soon now that you were certain that your lady in waiting was still trustworthy.

“Worry not about offending me,” you exhorted her. “What do you have to say?”

“I send my earnings to my sister and her family,” she explained. “She has two daughters, and you’re their hero. I always wished I could follow the path of education, but my family never had the money. I think it a shame to leave all of the things you’ve learned for a political marriage where your intellect is of no value. If you wished to leave your life as a princess—”

You gasped. “Lucy!”

“I’m sorry, your highness, I know how you wish to serve your kingdom in return for the life you’ve been able to live thus far—I just wonder if it would make you happier to serve your people by sharing your privilege with them directly rather than continuing to live as a figurehead.”

Could you really do that? She—a person who had served you during the best years of her life, had been denied opportunities in her life in order to serve you—was advocating for your happiness? You had always been grateful for her company, but you had always been hesitant to call her a friend because you had believed that she must resent you in some way—but who had told you that?

The same people who had convinced you that you didn’t deserve to be happy in the first place. That had firstly come from your mother, the Queen, who had impressed upon you the worthlessness of your feelings in the face of the needs of the kingdom. Perhaps this had come from a place of trying to raise you to be a benevolent monarch yourself, but you were now starting to see these ideas for what they really were.

And who had perpetuated these notions after she had passed? No one other than yourself. There was only one person now who wanted to stop you from leaving this life you so hated behind: you.

“Well said,” Sungjin commended Lucy in the absence of your answer.

“Oh, Mr. Park!” Lucy exclaimed in relief. “This makes things so much easier. Let’s get you both out from behind that shelf so that you may depart at once.”

Lucy had come prepared. She had brought you a dress to change into, one of her extra uniforms, and since she had heard rumors of your injury, she had brought ointment and bandages as well. While Sungjin collected things that would be necessary for your journey and things he dared not to leave in the castle for intruders to find, she applied the ointment and wrapped your wound as best as she could, what with the awkward placement, and then she helped you into the new dress.

The last things she had brought with her you were sure had come at great risk to her life, and if you wouldn’t have already cried at the sight of them, this added knowledge certainly would have pushed you over the edge as well. She had brought the book that Sungjin had given you and the letter that came with it.

Quickly, she led you through the castle to the entrance of the passage. She gave you directions to where her sister’s family lived with a promise that she would join you soon.

Sungjin insisted on carrying almost everything in his pack, despite both of you being used to living as scholars. He pointed out that you also had the slice below your collarbone to worry about, but since it had been so shallow, you weren’t worried too much about it. You walked through the passage together, knowing that whatever life met you on the other side, you would face together.

—

Ten years had passed since the enemy siege on the castle. Luckily, it hadn’t led to war, but the prince’s kingdom had faced significant consequences from other countries allied with yours. The new king in this land was a kind ruler; he was well educated in the ways of service, and in the name of his deceased cousin, the former princess, he had begun several new efforts to provide opportunities for his people to become educated.

In a small forested town in this kingdom, near the mountains, a couple ran a strange building. On the ground floor was a library run by the husband, and up the stairs was a room used as a schoolhouse, headed by the wife. They happily took part in the king’s educational initiatives, turning this little nowhere town into a sort of hub for learning and studying.

You never did find out if your cousin, the new king, knew that you were still alive, but you supposed it was of little consequence. The princess had died in that attack, in some way. That life felt like a tragic book you had read in your youth, something you could tell your children as a bedtime story when they were being ornery (and oh, they were, as seven and five year olds tend to be).

You found yourself enchanted with life now, as doing the most mundane things you remembered at times to be things you had longed for. Your house was across the road from the library-schoolhouse building, and your view out the front window showed you your favorite sight: your husband sitting at one of the tables in his library with those two ornery children, captivating their whole attention with a book about the stars.

He glanced up from the book, in a way that looked habitual, and even from across the street, you could see his surprise in seeing you looking back. His focus was now broken, and the children noticed just as quickly.

You decided to abandon your book-mending project for now to spend the rest of your afternoon off in the place where you had fallen in love with that man to whom you were married: in his library.

Dearest princess,

(Y/N)

I write this not with light conscience. I realize wholly the weight of the words which I dare to impart to you. I also fully realize the weight of the words you spoke to me at the ball, just as much as my response to them.

I hope that you may find some humor in this, however: I have written no less than five drafts of this letter, and I still fear this one to be lacking.

I suppose I must end my stalling; beating around the bush has never been my strong suit until just now. I care deeply about you, and as such, I cannot bear to see you so distraught and say nothing. While I do know very well that you serve your kingdom and your people with pride, I also believe that you deserve to serve them in a more corporeal manner than you believe to be in store for you. You and your intellect are of far more value than you believe, and your presence in the academic world has been far more impressive than I have likely let on.

It is bold and improper for me to say this, but I believe you should petition the king to reconsider your prospects for marriage at this time. I say this not simply because of my feelings, although I must admit I cannot isolate these two subjects entirely. I say this because I believe you could do more for your country if you remain here and become an active part of the affairs of the kingdom than if you were to leave. If you wish to take on this challenge, I shall aid you in whichever manner you request.

I save these sentiments for last, and I regret not having told you sooner: I find every part of you to be absolutely captivating, from your wit and intellect to your graceful beauty. I understand my feelings to be above my station, but I do find myself emboldened to know that you return these feelings. If you might ever consider me in reality, know that I would do anything in my power to find a way to stay by your side.

Yours,

Sungjin

P.S. The book is a gift. I found myself reading for pleasure and I wished I could share this with you. Perhaps you might read it one day if you end up somewhere I can longer pester you.

Now this one took just over a year to write. I think it just started as me having fun and flexing my vocabulary and understanding of English grammar but then it turned into something a little more serious. I also now wonder if I could write closer to a Shakespearean style if I tried. Hmm. Not now though

#day6 #day6 x reader #sungjin #park sungjin #sungjin x reader #day6 au #day6 fanfic #day6 sungjin #sungjin day6

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pupphe-additions · 1 year ago

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✬Evie’s Relationship With Day6✬

Evie x Sungjin

Quote: “Never stop being a good person, even to the unkind ones.” Dynamic: Father, Daughter

Sungjin’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🐻Dad Bob🐻”

Evie tends to carry Sungjin in games but he will never admit that to her.

Sungjin tends to “mom” Evie a lot and he makes sure she takes care of herself.

They always send pictures of what they eat to one another every time they eat. Sungjin asked Evie to start doing this with him when he found out she wasn’t eating as much.

Evie likes to “bully” Sungjin since he is always nagging at her.

Evie often says Sungjin is like an older brother or father-like figure to her.

Sungjin doesn’t like to do skinship with his members but he will always be sure to hug Evie when he sees her.

Evie goes to Sungjin for advice a lot when she’s too nervous to turn to anyone else.

Hudson (Evie’s brother) says that Sungjin is a lot like himself and that is probably why Evie is so comfortable around him.

Sungjin has promised Hudson to take good care of her when Hudson can’t be around. Hudson thinks Sungjin is a very kind guy because of this.

Sungjin is very protective of Evie and he doesn’t like it when she’s upset so he always checks up on her whenever he can.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Young K

Quote: “And then she knew that you could become homesick for people too.” Dynamic: Old Married Couple

Young K’s contact in Evie’s phone is “💀Brian🤣”

Evie likes to tease the ever living crap out of Young K.

Evie has stated that she is a My Day and she adores all the members of Day6 with every fiber of her being. She has also said that she is closest to Young K, Jae, and Wonpil.

Evie says she doesn’t have a bias for Day6 anymore after getting to know all of the members.

Young K and Evie bicker like a married couple but they always quickly make up.

Evie enjoys dancing with Young K and he’s said that dancing with her is always something he looks forward to.

Young K doesn’t put up with Evie’s bs and vice versa.

Evie likes to “keep Brian in his place” and will often try to boss him around.

Evie and Young K text often and it always leads to either bickering or very long serious conversations.

Evie says Young K is one of her favorite extroverts.

Evie sometimes gets shy around Young K because he’s so tall and she likes that a lot about him.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Wonpil

Quote: “Anywhere with you is everywhere I want to be.” Dynamic: Koala Duo

Wonpil’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🌠Pretty Voice🌠”

These two are very clingy when together due to both of them being naturally clingy.

Wonpil always gets Evie any plushies that he says reminds him of her due to him knowing she enjoys them.

Evie will cook for Wonpil anytime he asks her to because she knows he’s not very good at it. She has also offered to show him how to cook certain things if he wanted her to.

Evie has stated that she is very drawn to Wonpil’s voice and finds it very pretty and almost angelic.

Evie is very gentle with Wonpil and Wonpil is the same toward her. They have a very wholesome friendship.

Evie is extremely protective of Wonpil.

Wonpil tends to dote on Evie anytime he can because he has a big soft spot for her.

Evie says that Wonpil is one of her favorite people.

Evie has stated that she would love to do a song with Wonpil as she feels their voices would mesh together extremely well.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Dowoon

Quote: "Sometimes we need fantasy to survive reality.” Dynamic: Goofballs

Dowoon’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🐶CuteWoon🐶”

Evie and Dowoon aren’t the closest, surprisingly.

Evie enjoys it when Dowoon randomly sends photos of his animals to her.

Evie tends to tease Dowoon when she can because she says he makes it easy for her to do so.

Evie finds Dowoon to be very cute and charming.

Dowoon has a soft spot for Evie so he tends to let her get away with things.

Evie has said if they were closer friends that the industry wouldn’t be able to handle how cute they are.

They don’t take pictures together.

Dowoon enjoys when Evie brings Day6 food because he thinks she’s a very good cook and compliments her highly everytime she does.

Evie gets shy around Dowoon because of his voice.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Jae (Former Member)

Quote: “You’re the kind of soul anyone would be lucky to be with, and you don’t even know it. The great ones never do.” Dynamic: Platonic Soulmates/Cute Gaming Duo

Jae’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🐥My Chicken Man🐥”

Evie and Jae only speak in English when they talk to one another.

Jae and Evie play a lot of games together and Jae is another person Evie enjoys to duo with.

Jae is the reason Evie got into Valorant since that’s the game he always asks her to play.

Evie and Jae have gotten extremely close due to them playing games together so often.

Evie says Jae knows how to make her smile and laugh and will message him anytime she needs to be cheered up.

Jae thinks that Evie is really cute and she always makes him smile when she messages him.

Evie has stated before that she really likes Jae’s eyes and thinks he’s cute.

They text often, almost daily.

Evie wants to make music with Jae just because she thinks it’d be a good time.

Jae can make Evie flustered easily.

Evie said the way Jae says her name sometimes makes her heart flutter to the members of Stray Kids before.

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misswoozi · 3 months ago

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Did you know?

[4th Dashboard Idol] once had a fantasy involving Tailor and rope.

!!!!

WAS IT DOWOON OR WAS IT SUNGJIN???

#I GOTTA KNOw #THANK U

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weirdesplinder · 2 years ago

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Podcast vi racconto un drama: Terius e Duty after school seconda parte

Terius behind me/My secret Terius

kdrama azione-thriller-ironico-romantico-spy story

Link per poterlo vedere:https://www.viki.com/tv/37624c-my-sec...

Trama:Il marito di Go Ae Rin muore improvvisamente, lasciandola sola con due bambini.Intanto, nell'appartamento accanto vive Kim Bon (So Ji Sub), conosciuto come Terrius. In passato uno degli agenti operativi speciali più abili del National Intelligence Service, tre anni fa scomparve dalla circolazione, vivendo nascosto, dopo che la donna che amava fu misteriosamente uccisa in una maldestra missione speciale. Da solo, sta provando a mettere insieme i pezzi di quello che è successo, stando bene attento a non rivelare mai a nessuno dove si trovi. Ma quando incontra Go Ae Rin, i due capiscono di avere un obiettivo comune: scoprire la verità. La coppia decide di formare un'improbabile alleanza e di indagare su cosa sia successo alle persone che amavano. Ciò che cominciano a portare alla luce, però, è che il marito di Go Ae Rin era stato attirato in un enorme complotto che va molto più a fondo di quanto nessuno dei due avrebbe mai potuto immaginare...

Duty after school

kdrama survival sci-fi and YA

Link per poterlo vedere: https://www.viki.com/tv/39621c-duty-a...

Trama: Gli studenti e gli insegnanti della Sungjin High School sono sconvolti dall'assistere all'inizio di un'invasione aliena. Orribili uova venute dal cielo si schiudono rilasciando brutali creature simili a insetti che attaccano gli umani. L'invasione è su scala mondiale e l'esercito sudcoreano teme di venire sopraffatto, così, in preda alla disperazione, il presidente annuncia che entrerà in atto la coscrizione obbligatoria e che tutti i liceali a partire dal terzo anno, sia maschi che femmine, dovranno arruolarsi nelle forze armate. Alla Sungjin High School arrivano i militari e gli studenti del terzo anno, ai quali mancano solamente 50 giorni prima di dover sostenere gli esami di ammissione all'università, iniziano l'addestramento nel cortile della scuola. Devono imparare a sparare con i fucili, a combattere a mani nude e a percorrere percorsi a ostacoli... sempre vestiti nella loro uniforme scolastica! A mettere alla prova gli studenti è il capo plotone Lee Choon Ho (Shin Hyun Soo); nel frattempo, l'insegnante Park Eun Young (Im Se Mi) è determinata a fare il possibile per salvaguardare i suoi alunni. Riusciranno questi liceali a salvare il pianeta dalla rovina?

Se volete sapere quali drama ho guardato e guarderò visitate la mia watchlist su Mydramalist: https://mydramalist.com/list/389dv6M4

Ehi! Ho scritto un fantasy, La fiamma del destino: https://amzn.to/3pqasAX

#youtube #kdrama

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restlessmaknae · 7 years ago

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No pain, no game

As a part of my Birthday Prompt Party and also the @day6writers Myth event, No pain, no game is dedicated to the lovely @llynnfics who has requested #31 „You know, no one bothered me this much when I was dead.” with Sungjin. I hope you like it, dear! <3

Words: 1011

Genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life

Main Characters: Park Sungjin as Osiris (Egyptian god of the Underworld and the afterlife) x OC x all the other boys

Warning: mentions of alcohol, drunk people

You know that it was only a mistake. A banal, childish and terrible mistake.

You were drunk and your friends suggested reading extracts out loud from the book that your grandmother had given you when you were young. It was about those Egyptian gods and goddesses you loved dearly. You used to be crazy about different nations’ mythologies when you were a kid.

On the other hand, you would never imagine – not even in your wildest dream and truth to be told you had a pretty wild imagination – that one of those texts could actually bring a god back to life. To be precise, bring the mighty Osiris back to life who was always the most terrifying one in your eyes. He was the god of the Underworld and afterlife after all. Who wouldn’t be afraid of him?

“You aren’t even that scary!” was the first thing you said to him when he showed up in the middle of the dusty attic.

He looked like he could be your neighbour. He had thick, black hair and adorable chocolate-brown eyes. He was indeed tall but not taller than your friends beside you. He was wearing a flannel shirt with black ripped jeans and a pair of sneakers. To be honest, he looked too mundane to be a god.

“You should be bald, dude.” The smart ass Younghyun commented as he examined the god from top to bottom. Even being a bit tipsy, he couldn’t help but boast about his knowledge concerning supernatural creatures. He was smart in general but when it came to fantasy stuff, he was like an expert. No one knew more about folklore tales, mythological creatures and anything that was out of this world than Kang Younghyun.

“That’s only the human form I take on!” He rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed by his comment. You snorted in response, not even caring about the fact that you were talking to a god. You suddenly sobered up and even Jaehyung paid attention to your conversation when in fact no one handled alcohol worse than him.

“That’s all because of you! How dare you invoke me? I’m the god of the Underworld!” His voice resonated back from the walls, sounding less intimidating that it should be.

You could see from the corner of your eyes that Dowoon suddenly woke up from his drunk dreams, only to come face-to-face with a totally unfamiliar figure yelling at his friends, claiming that he was the god of the Underworld. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and shook his head but to no avail. The weird guy was still there and didn’t stop talking.

“I’m not supposed to be here right now. I have to go back to help the wandering souls, so if you excuse me, I should go now.”

Dowoon couldn’t comprehend what was happening around him. You could tell that he was hesitant to ask about the sudden visitor because he opened his mouth to say something but closed it instantly. He shook his head again and went back to sleep. At least he could sleep, even on the cold floor of your attic.

That’s where you liked to play games when you were a bit tipsy because this way you wouldn’t disturb your parents and it wouldn’t be a problem that your friends fell asleep. They had already had their places there, that’s why Dowoon could sleep with his favourite pillow that he liked to hug firmly. The attic wasn’t only your second home but theirs alike.

“Now bring me back to where I belong!” The god demanded, raising his voice to look more confident but everyone around him was too chill to care.

“Look…” Jaehyung tried to look for his name in the book but before he could find it, Wonpil blurted out:

“Let’s just call him Sungjin!” He mumbled with an innocent smile. He was that kind of drunk person who was like a little child. He liked to make up nicknames, small wonder why he called you Buttercup when he had consumed too much alcohol.

“My name is Osiris!” The supernatural creature puffed his chest out like he was trying to look bigger – and scarier for that reason. Wonpil looked at him with his puppy eyes and shook his head. He was clearly not aware of the fact that he was talking to a god.

“No, you are Sungjin!”

“No, I’m Osiris!”

“No-no, big man, you are Sungjin!” Wonpil corrected him in between hiccups. The god got so furious that he looked like he was about to combust. His face got red like a tomato, his chest was rising up and down in a pace that was seriously out of this world.

“You know, no one bothered me this much when I was dead. You know, dead as a dead person. Because that’s what I am. I’m a god, I belong to the Underworld and not to your crazy human world.” He huffed like a mad bull, furrowing his eyebrows like it could help him come up with an idea.

You were too drunk to make rational decisions, so you knew that you couldn’t help him. None of you could. The book was full of texts but you knew there wasn’t any about how to send back a person to the Underworld. On top of that, you were too sleepy to care. Your eyelids became heavy, your body was screaming for rest and your mind was fuzzy. You didn’t know what happened next because darkness welcomed you and put you into a soundless dream.

When you woke up, you swore that you had the most peculiar dream ever. When your friends asked you what it was about, you told them the story of Osiris whom Wonpil named Sungjin. To make the situation creepier, all four of your friends dreamed of him.

You didn’t know what to think because even thinking made your head hurt. However, as Jaehyung once said when he was drunk: no pain, no game. There’s no tipsy night without a headache.

Plus a weird dream this time.

#day6writersmyth #day6writersnet #theday6net #kpopwritingnet #kkreationsnet #kreativewritersnet #sungjin scenario #day6 scenario #day6 fantasy #sungjin fantasy #day6 mythology #sungjin mythology #day6 fluff #day6 comedy #sungjin fluff #sungjin comedy #beth's birthday prompt party #restless_maknae #my story

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niveousuniverse · 6 years ago

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Sungjin accidentally tweeting something instead of sending it through a messaging app, it sounds inevitable

#like i can totally see this happening at some point #or like tweet it instead of dm it #and then he wouldnt know how to delete it and go to jae for help #anyway thats enough fantasy for today #day6 #sungjin

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moonpils · 6 years ago

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[ Fae Prince Wonpil. Magic Type: Water]

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bangcakes · 6 years ago

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#im sorry but like... his eyes....#n his eyelashes........#kiwi man of my dreams.....#hedgehog boy of my fantasies.....#sungjin #day6 #his schnose is so big i am 🤧

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dorks6 · 6 years ago

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Why haven't you still written about tech savvy sungjin??

Not tech savvy, though that’s certainly an idea right there, and also not... Sungjin per say, just another of my prose pieces that’s inspired by lovely @calgoshi moodboard(s).

#I would say I don't write day6 fanfic but I have that whole 2k+ words thing on the fog moodboard I made #which is so vague it can be og but it's under sungjin moodboard so....#but I'm way too embarassed to post it and also get like 2 notes on it #but I have whole bunch of ideas for fantasy pieces that are strongly inspired by feelings moodboards invoke me #rainy rambles #younghyuns-nose-scrunch #sent on a cloud

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fy-parksungjin · 7 years ago

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blue fantasy | do not edit (1/2)

#sungjin #day6 #p:fantaken #e:festival #180428 #180428 f #f:blue fantasy

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dat-town · 7 years ago

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Made of stardust and moonlight

Characters: space pirate!Sungjin & You

Setting: space au, apocalypse au, kind of soulmate au*

Genre: angst with cheesy happy end

Summary: He lost you and now he’s searching for you in every corner of the universe because he can’t sleep without seeing you in his dreams.

Words: 3.2k

* I combined Koi No Yokan (The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love. Differs from “love at first sight” as it does not imply that the feeling of love exists, only the knowledge that a future love is inevitable.) & the Japanese belief that if you can’t sleep you are awake in somebody’s dream.

Dedicated to @httpsung! As your day6writers secret santa I wish you a very merry Christmas, Jae! ♥

Somewhere far away, in a galaxy full of stars with names unknown to Earth-beings, there’s a lonely a ship, a bit ragged but well-lived in, called Silver Starlight. Behind the bulletproof glass windows, only an arm-length away from the control room there’s a young man standing, looking out to the million constellations dotted on the picturesque canvas of universe.

“Can’t sleep, Captain?”

Still deep in his own thoughts, Sungjin’s head snaps back at the sounds of his commander’s approaching steps and sighs resigned as he answers.

“Not really,” he shakes his head massaging his aching temple. He should be used to travelling by light speed by now but somehow a migraine always finds its way back to him. Or maybe he’s just missing that herbal tea you made for him from leaves that only grow on that flat land of Earth.

As if he was able to read his mind, Brian speaks again:

“Don’t worry. You will find her,” he prompts patting Sungjin on the shoulder but the encouraging words don’t ease the bitterness in the captain’s heart. His fingers mindlessly play with the necklace hidden by his collar...

Yeah, you may meet again… but when? He has been looking for you for what feels like eternity. Why can’t he find you again? Why did destiny tear you apart leaving you both longing for the other so sweetly? Because yes, he knows you think of him just as much as he does of you. He feels this connection between you tugging at his heart and it’s driving him crazy: that you are out there waiting for him but he can’t hold you, can’t whisper sweet little nothings into your ear. Yet he can’t fall asleep to put his thoughts to rest, oh no, you won’t let him easily because he sees you everywhere and he’s missing you dearly from the moment you parted ways. You are like lost stars colliding in the vastness of universe that become merely specks of stardust and moonlight.

You met once and it almost feels like a dream, like it didn’t really happen. Sungjin and his crew were on a bounty when out of nowhere the ship’s engine broke down and they had to perform an emergency landing on a planet they knew nothing about. There were so many variables and factors but the two of you met, so Sungjin is sure it wasn’t coincidence. It couldn’t be. It was written it the stars for you to meet… and then to lose each other again.

“It’s okay,” you said, voice honey and sugar but the goodbye pained his heart.

You were the one who insisted that he should take the kids first and then come back for the rest of you before the ground beneath your feet shallows you up in whole. It was what you asked for in exchange of your help and hospitality when they landed their spacecraft with the breakdown engines on your farm's backyard. From your reaction, Sungjin and his crew quickly gathered that none of you had ever seen anything like this. The thought of existence outside of your own little planet was unheard of.

"Our scientists believed in life somewhere beyond the borders known to us but then the meteor impact happened and nobody cared anymore," you told him beside a fire lighted in the middle of nowhere when he asked about it. He was eager to know about you and your kind because he has never seen this place on the map of universe and you were happy to explain everything to him. You would have done anything if it meant, he would help your little community leave this place before everything dies. "The Earth, our planet moved closer to the Sun which caused a lot of troubles. The temperature got hotter drastically, the desertification process quickened, icebergs melt, the sea levels rose and we don't have much time left."

You shrugged like it didn't even matter to you. Like you had already accepted your fate and didn't even try to change it. The life you had known once no longer existed yet you didn't give up. That's why you still had that farm you called yours and which you cultivated with a few people who joined you for shelter. Your community grew until around thirty people lived and worked together to make the most out of the rest of your days on this Earth. Sungjin and his men looked around in awe, seeing the long forgotten technology you had and tasted the simple but delicious food you shared with them.

It had been a while since they were welcomed so earnestly in a foreign culture. Most planets’ inhabitants were quite suspicious and not without any reason. Space pirates with their worn clothes and weapon belt were bad news everywhere. However, you didn't seem to know of them or simply didn't care about their job. About how they steal and kill if they were paid for it. Or that they were wanted by authorities in different galaxies beyond the Milky Way. You all welcomed them with open arms and trusting smiles. For all you knew, they could have killed you and took your every belonging but Sungjin's crew wasn't made out of monsters. They weren't heartless or ungrateful. The Captain even liked to call himself a businessman so he offered you a deal.

"If you help us fix our broken engine and let us stay here in the meantime, we can take a few of you to the neighbourhood galaxy so they can ask for a rescue team and come back for the others," he offered and who could have said no to that? It was your best option even if it meant, you could only send the third of the camp first and the rest had to wait for another ship to save them from this hell.

The ship couldn't take more than ten extra people in safety. Or even if it did, there wouldn't have been supplies for everyone so you had to choose. Children were the first, everybody agreed and a few teenagers and a pregnant woman joined them. There wasn't much dispute about it even though everybody knew that nothing guaranteed they would be still alive when a rescue team returns.

“Aren’t you afraid?” Sungjin asked you on another hot night standing on the porch of the rundown house with a cup of water in your hands looking up at the bright night sky. The moon being closer than ever was so huge it almost felt like collapsing onto you.

“Of dying?” you mused out loud and hummed while thinking. After seeing so many deaths around you and all the disease that broke out after the floods started, your own mortality didn’t scare you anymore. Waiting for death helplessly did. "No. It's inevitable. It would be useless to be scared of something that will happen either way. When I go, I just want to be able to say that I did everything I could and I lived the best way I could."

It's such a rare approach, the Captain thought, A lot more people were afraid of death itself than the insignificance of their lives. Sungjin considered himself one of those who lived for the day without thinking of the long-time consequences of his actions so he respected you for looking at the bigger picture instead of survival instincts. There was something admirable about you staying so strong even under such cruel circumstances. It would have been a lie to say he wasn't surprised. He didn't expect this from a girl. He had been travelling around the universe yet he hadn't met anybody like you. Somebody who could smile so sincerely at him after all the hardships, but being so smart and kind at the meantime. Every conversation he learnt something new. Not just about your beloved Earth and what it was like before the apocalypse started but about you too. He quickly became enamoured by your little things. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear whenever you were embarrassed or how you never hid your mouth when you laughed. You were so genuine and honest, a light in the darkness and he wondered how the cosmos could want you dead? Such a bright phenomenon should live.

"What about you?" you tore the canvas of silence into pieces with your lovely voice and Sungjin's head turned towards you immediately.

"Huh?"

"Are you afraid of death? That's why you carry those with you? Is the outer space that dangerous?" you pried curiously pointing at the gun attached to his hip. You hadn't pointed it out before but now he realized you knew all along, you weren't stupid.

"For some of us, yes, it's dangerous. But I'm good at protecting myself. Though, it's more for an idea rather than out of fear," he answered pouring emotions he never called names into words.

"An idea?" you furrowed your brows not quite understanding the concept of it.

"Yes, like you know like you and these other people are working hard to stay alive, it's the same for us... we just... sometimes we need to fight for that. The crew is like a family. We protect each other and what's important for us."

You nodded like you understood and he appreciated the sentiment. He didn't take his eyes off of you as your gaze shifted back to the stars.

"How does it feel like to look around up there? Do you ever get lonely?"

Damn, why you always had to ask the questions that hit home? Sungjin chuckled. It was like you have already known him so well. Sure, in the middle of never-ending and vast outer space everybody got lonely from time to time. Even if you had people by your side, looking out to the stars left and right, the universe feels so enormous and you feel so tiny and alone.

"Yeah. Sometimes," he admitted shyly, merely a whisper above the sounds of the night but you didn't mock him for his childlike insecurity.

"That's what I'm afraid of. That when I leave this place, the Earth I call my home no matter how messed up it is, I'm afraid of being left alone in an unknown place among strangers," you mumbled so lost and so vulnerable, Sungjin's heart ached.

He didn't know why but felt the urge to comfort you, to hold your hand and tell you that everything would be alright. He wanted to promise that you won't be alone but he stopped himself on time. It was such an impulse and reckless thought. With the kind of life he led, he could never promise anything like certainty to you so he just muttered something like "You shouldn't be afraid."

The Silver Starlight and its crew were on the Earth for only a week and as soon as the engines started working, they took off. They overstayed their welcome, the commander said apologetically but still it felt like they bid goodbye too soon. When it was time to leave, you ran up to Sungjin one last time.

"I... I know it's stupid and probably just some Earth-being habit as you call it but... I wanted to give you something because I'm grateful that you are helping my people. And to remember us... and me," you were rambling which he found cute and then you pulled off a necklace with a wing-shaped pendant. When you wanted to hang it around his neck, he protested right away.

"I'm not worthy of that," he shook his head that made you giggle.

"I don't know how gifts work in your galaxy but here there's nothing like 'not worthy', please take it," you urge him with a pleading look until he gives up and lets you put your accessory on him.

"I don't have anything to give you," he whispered but you didn't care, you just smiled wide.

"It's okay... Give me something next time we meet," you said light-heartedly with the careless promise of meeting again and then stepped back so the spacecraft could begin its launching.

That was the last time he saw you, through the glass window, with your messy hair in the wind stirred up by the engines and your huge, brown eyes following the metal bird until it disappeared among the stars.

It's been a long time because his ship might be one of the fastest but safe space travel still needed time. Also, the closest authorized organisations didn't think that a dying planet with life on it was worth of saving, especially if they had nothing to offer. That's why Sungjin decided to go back himself. He offered his crew a way out, he told them they didn't need to come with him for an impossible mission for some humans who they barely met but none of them protested, none of them complained, not even when they were running out of supplies because the search was pointless. They couldn't find you.

It should have been easy. A quick in and out. He noted every coordinate on the way back from your Earth but despite following each instruction, your galaxy seems empty as if a black hole swallowed up it whole, like the planet became one with the Sun. He has seen a lot of things before, being an excellent navigator, but he has never experienced anything like this.

How can a Solar System exist that is not in any of the records? How many light years away can you be? he wondered and wished you could answer. You surely would have something wise to say to make him feel at ease. However, without you, he could only hope the stars will shine bright showing him a map leading to you.

Your mother used to tell you that if you can't sleep, you're awake in someone's dream.

She was a wise a woman, a very smart one in this man-ruled world so you never doubted her words. However, since the symptoms of your insomnia started, you think of this belief more and more. Whenever you look at up at the dark skyline, you’re searching for a face among the stars, a twinkling light promising he’s coming to get you, to save you from this dying planet.

Before he crashed into your life, almost literally, you were okay with the inevitable doom. You thought of it as a humans' punishment for using the Earth selfishly. Even the scientists gave up after they found out that the Earth’s orbit has been spiralling around the Sun and in a few years, they will collide making an explosion that could destroy the rest of your galaxy. Of course, everybody would die before that could happen because of the heat scorching the planet. But if it's a punishment, then Sungjin's arrival was the salvation itself giving you the kind of hope you haven't felt since your mother passed away.

Waiting is something you have always hated but now you have nothing better to do. Waiting for death or a rescue team, it's all the same: you don't know when they come. But the latter gives hope, maybe a false one but at least the people of the camp seem happier for the first time in a long while.

Days pass, getting shorter and shorter and you find yourself gazing at the burning stars every chance you get. You imagine one of them as the spaceship that's coming to get you. Despite knowing it won't be Sungjin's anymore, it doesn't stop your daydreaming about seeing him again when they set a foot an Earth once again. You cherish the memory of his smile and the glimmer in his eyes and you find yourself wishing for him to do the same. Maybe that's why you find solace in the wishful thinking of him dreaming about you but you would never dare to admit it out loud.

"You are looking at the sky again," a boy not much older than you remarks casually as he slumps down next to you onto the rotten bench. "You do that a lot lately."

You flinch at his sudden appearance but can't find it in you to be mad at him. Wonpil is a hard-working member of the community and a good listener, he has helped you a lot to deal with this many people around. He used to play a lot with the kids, so he probably misses them.

"Yeah," you nod because it would be in vain to make up some lie about how peculiar the sky looks now that you are getting closer and closer to the Sun. You don't like to lie anyway.

"Don't worry. A rescue team should arrive soon," he says and you only hum in acknowledgement. Though, time is one thing you don't have the luxury to have much and everybody knows it. Even Sungjin warned you that time is counted differently up there so he couldn't tell you how much time it would take for another team to arrive. It can be weeks or years, based on their technology you cannot even imagine.

"I know," you sigh with hope tingling in your chest.

He promised and you believe him: they will send someone, you are sure of it. So you just sit there watching the stars every day, waiting.

It takes six more months of struggling to stay alive on a planet incapable of living when you start to forget, losing hope. You almost persuade yourself it was just a dream but all that proof doesn't let you so it makes you sad instead. You miss a man you barely know and only see in your hazy dreams. Like the one you are having when you are rudely woken up.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" somebody shakes your shoulder gently but you just grunt tiredly.

"Ah is it morning already?" you pry your eyes open slowly. There's nothing but darkness around you and the endless possibilities scare you. You're afraid of an attack or somebody dying because of the urgency in Wonpil's voice but there's a hint of smile on his face that makes you confused. "What...?"

"You will see," he drags you out of the bed and leads the way. You are going out, you realize and still yawning, you freeze on spot when you catch a glimpse of the monument in the middle of the corn field close-by. The metal craft is as beautiful and elegant as you remember and the moonlight is dancing on its silver wings. Under the brighter than ever stars, a young man is walking down the ramp towards you with a secret smile playing on his ethereal features.

You take a step, then two and three until you run into his arms like a kid. He doesn’t disappear when you touch him and it feels like a real wake-up call.

“You came back,” you whisper still in awe, blinking at him wildly, not believing your eyes. He's here, really here, not merely in a dream, dissolving into thin-air like a mirage.

“Of course. Sorry it took so long to find you,” he says as if it goes without saying and you know you will fall in love with him. You are not there yet, only edging on this sweet feeling with tentative touches and shy glances but eventually you will tip over and fall.

Right into the black hole. With him, happily.

#i hope you like it jae <3 #day6writersnet #kkreationsnet #stories #day6 angst #day6 oneshot #sungjin angst #sungjin scenario #space au #apocalypse au #soulmate au #fantasy au #(a friend told me just bc it's set in space it's not sci-fi)

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pesiko · 4 years ago

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WONPIL FIC RECS

ONE SHOTS

Lavender and Midnight - fantasy AU [5k]

Band Sessions: Wonpil - he worries bc you’re clumsy [2.3k]

A Confession, of Sorts - he gets a little drunk [4.6k]

Anatomically Correct Heart Shaped Pretzel [1.6k]

Are You Asking Me Out - mafia AU, diamond negotions [1k]

Where’s the First Aid Kit? - “why does my heart hurt?” [1k]

DRABBLES

Jelly Beans - diameter of the sun, ft Sungjin [.6k]

Of Opportunity - “in the movies they throw pebbles” [.5k]

BULLETPOINTS

Amethyst for anxiety

Boyfriend!Wonpil

College AU Wonpil

Highschool!Wonpil

UniStudent!Wonpil

Uni!Wonpil

[main masterlist] [day6 masterlist] updated 5-18-21

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misswoozi · 4 months ago

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I saw your list of topics you'd like to discuss and I guess my brain decided to not function for a while but all it registered was Sungjin and then later Dokyeom but you know what? I SEE IT. Sungjin would find Dokyeom so pretty to a point he'd be annoying about it. Dokyeom would want Sungjin to pin him against the wall. Also wishing you good luck for these elections -🎀

I'M SO SORRY I MISSED THIS ASK BC IT'S BRILLIANT

Dokyeom and Sunjin? that's huuuuge brain shit.

Sungjin would find Dokyeom maddeningly pretty. I think he'd also find him... slightly annoying? lmao Dokyeom is very loud and energetic and silly and I think Sungjin might get frustrated by him. But at the same time, he'd be blown away by his voice and he'd find himself inexplicably attracted to him in a way that keeps him up at night lmao it would be a very intense crush that results in some S+ tier fantasies.

and you're right about Dokyeom! he is into masculine men like Sungjin.

I AM CURIOUS IF THIS PAIRING IS PURELY A 'MUTUAL PINING WITH MUTUAL FANTASIES' SITUATION or if they'd ever actually get together?

#this fucks #sungjin smut #dokyeom smut #bow anon #favorite

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dowoonie-namjoonie · 4 years ago

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Not Fine (SungjinxReader)

Paring: Mafia!Sungjin x Reader

A/N: This is all just for fun, I do not own any of the gifs I use, and please enjoy! This kinda sucks, but like honestly I wanted to get something out.

Warning: Mafia type scenarios, gore, minor language, and yandere themes.

All of this started three years ago when you met him. Park Sungjin, the man of your dreams and nightmares, but you didn't know that last part yet. Everything about him was like a fantasy, something out of a drama or storybook You'd met Sungjin at a club in the city, your friend had dragged you down with her, although you wanted nothing to but to stay home and eat shit loads of ice cream. Honestly, you hated clubs. You weren't a fan of the strobe lights, loud music, or even busty crowds. Your friend did what you predicted she would do, she found a hot guy and stayed with him the whole night.

Rerendering you completely alone to drink at the bar.

That's when Sungjin had made his way over to you. He offered to buy you a drink, and typically you would say no, but something was different about Sungjin than the typical guy who just wanted to get in your pants. No, he was different. Instantly, he pulled you into his charm with his visuals alone. Sungjin is a very good-looking guy, you had to give him that. Then, he pulled you in with how much of a gentleman he is, talking you up the whole night making sure you weren't lonely. After all, that's why he was intrigued by you because you were alone.

Long story short, you ended up going home with him that night. Hooking up with the guy you just meant, another reason why you liked him, he knew how to treat you in bed. Usually, one-night stands don't go anywhere else, but what you did with Sungjin was not a one-night stand. God, even being him with one night was enough to get hooked on him, he was like a drug you couldn't quit. For the next three years, you'd be with him, both of you began dating.

Another attractive trait about Sungjin was that he had money, but he never told you his job. At first, it didn't bug you, maybe he just forgot to mention it. Then, it got weird. Sungjin, throughout your relationship, was always protective of you. After four months of dating each other, he convinced you to move into his well-kempt house. You obliged, of course, you lived in a studio apartment since that's all your waiting job could afford. Well, anyway, his house was big not a mansion big but big enough to have at least five bedrooms. In the beginning of living there, you loved every minute of it. You would go to bed each night with the man you loved laying next to you, in the morning you would relax, eat, watch tv, or go on your phone to play games or text your friend. Eventually, you'd go to work at the hellhole you called a diner.

Sungjin was good to you, every morning he'd make you this nice breakfast, talk you up, make sure you had everything you wanted. Nice clothes, a new phone, etc. He spoiled you, but with a rule. You couldn't leave the house or talk to anyone. You realized it slowly, Sungjin would always find an excuse to make sure you stayed in the house, one time your tires were popped forcing you to stay in. Then, suddenly, the cell line went out and so did the internet at his house. He'd said he would get a guy to come out and fix it, but a year went by after that empty promise. Somehow, just somehow, he convinced you to leave your job because he could provide for you.

That's when you began to question Sungjin, you loved this man you didn't want to believe he was crazy in keeping you. But facts are facts, he was possessive and unnecessarily scared of you getting hurt. One day, you got so fed up with this bullshit, you wanted to go see your friends, even go to your job which seemed like a paradise to the hell you lived in. You asked him the question you needed answered the most, just what was Sungjin's job?

The answer you got, after years of dating him, made your heart drop. Mafia, he told you he was a mafia boss for Day6, the most feared, ruthless, violent mafia in the whole world. It explained so much though, his money, the reason he was scared to let you go was that he was afraid you would get hurt by his enemies or the fact he made you drop everything for him.

Three years later, while he was out on a business trip, you planned your great escape. A small, duffle bag housed your belongings. You didn't want to take everything you had because you didn't want to be reminded of the man you were running away from. You loved Sungjin, but his job and his obsessiveness made you want to leave him, you were depressed. Following the big reveal that he's in the mafia, he officially assigned his men to watch you when he couldn't. Twenty-four-seven they watched you, and if you tried to leave the house they would call Sungjin. Then you really got an earful.

Perfectly, you studied each of the men who patrolled the house, studying their patterns of movement, and different shifts they had. You knew the perfect time to run away was 10:24 p.m because the men guarding the back door into the woods were eating dinner.

Carefully, you made your escape, executing your plan flawlessly. That was two months ago that you successfully escaped from your boyfriend's hands. You ran away to a remote town, a place where you were sure Sungjin would never find you. You even got a remote job, this time not as a waitress, but as a secretary for a company. The job was easy mainly you answered phones and booked meetings, occasionally checking people in. Overall it was an easy job, you even had a nice two-bedroom apartment shared with your friend, Irene. Ignoring her for three years made her confused and hateful of you, but after you told her the whole story she gladly wanted to help you escape from Sungjin. You were so lucky for her.

Life was going good for you, so you thought, Sungjin was out of your life and was now just an echo in your heart.

Doing your normal routine, you found yourself at work again, this time late at night working overtime. Normally, no one called past seven, but your boss had informed you that a new client would be calling later on in the night. You were forced to stay, but honestly, you didn't mind all you needed was to help plan a meeting, and then you could go home and sleep.

The building was almost empty when the client called, the ringtone so loud in the silence that it made you jump. Finally, though, they called!

"Hello, thank you for calling the PurpleHeart Foundation, how may I help you," you spoke, a line for line in what you were taught to say.

Silence, pure silence is all you heard on the other line, so you spoke up again.

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Y/N...," a broken voice spoke up, taking you back at the sudden change on the other line. "Dear god! Y/N! Help me!"

You recognized that voice anywhere, "Irene? Is that you?"

"Y/N, Y/N," she chanted, her voice in a sob. She sounded like she was in pain, struggling to get words out. "Call the police-Call someone, just don't come home-FUCK!"

Your heart dropped, nausea bubbling in your stomach as you heard a loud crash from the other line followed by her high-pitched

screams.

"Irene," you urgently began, keeping the phone up to your ear but packing your work bag in the process. "What's going on?"

You were thinking the worst, that someone broke into your house or a basic crime was, unfortunately, happening to the both of you. Life

just wasn't that simple for you.

"Y/N," another voice, a man's voice, called your name calmly.

You froze on the spot, that voice, you knew that voice all too well. That voice that used to comfort you, make you happy, whisper into

your ear seductively, and make you miserable.

You gulped audibly, terror flowing through you. You were in shock, he found you, he actually found you, after you were so careful!

"Sungjin."

"If you want your friend to live, I suggest you come here right now."

"Sungjin, if you hurt her," you panicky tried to get through to him. "I swear to god-"

Then the line went dead.

"Son of a bitch," you spoke out loud.

Slamming the office phone down, you slung your bag over your shoulder, running out the door and hastily to your apartment complex that wasn't too far away. Hopefully, he wouldn't do

anything to Irene as long as you hurried up.

Jogging up the stairs to your specific apartment, the door was slightly ajar. This was the moment, after two months and no warning of leaving him, you were going to see Sungjin yet again. Carefully, you opened the door instantly your focus went to Irene who sat right in front of the door, purposely for you to see.

"Irene," you yelled, falling to her aid completely disregarding your bag in the process. "Oh my god, I'm sorry," you cried out. She was bloody from the wound on her head, legs and arms tied up too, she looked barely conscious not responding to you either. She had been

hit in the head one too many times.

"Love."

A shiver went down your spine, your gaze now fixed on the man sitting in the chair in your living room. Other men stood, specifically his henchmen Jae, Wonpil, Dowoon, and Brian, quietly next to him awaiting your conversations.

"What are you doing here," you got up, speaking through gritted teeth.

Sungjin didn't look amused, instead, he sat in his crisp, black suit with a leg crossed and an emotionless expression. A deadly gaze thrown at you, he was unmistakeably mad and you were the cause.

Still, anger took over you, and the need to correct him on what he was doing overwhelmed you. His silence was unbearable.

"What the fuck do you want," you yelled, hot tears running down your cheek at your frustration and guilt. "Why the fuck are you here!"

"I wouldn't need to be here if you never had left me," he spoke smoothly, despite your enraged tone.

Sungjin got up out of the chair, instinctively, you took a step back even if he was nowhere near you. "Did you really think I'd never find you," he said, picking up a picture frame on your couch's side table.

It was a picture of you, Irene, and Irene's boyfriend. Your family, really, that's what they are to you. Both of them are the closest people you have.

"You left a life of luxury for a secretary job, and them," he held up the frame. Practically mocking your choice of lifestyle.

"Life of luxury," you scoffed, thinking carefully at your words. Sungjin killed people, you knew that, and the last you wanted was Irene or you to get shot by him. Sungjin wore a blazer to cover his gun, thankfully you remembered that.

"I was a prisoner in your house-"

"Our house," he corrected you.

You swallowed the anger before continuing.

"Luxury is not what I would call that. I had no freedom because of your obsessive, possessive nature!"

"I was protecting you." Sungjin took the picture and threw it across the room, the sudden action making you flinch. When he's quieter, he's irate, and you didn't want to fuck with that.

"I had to leave you, there was no other way."

"Do you not love me," he simply asked, turning his head to make direct eye contact with you.

"Sungjin," you muttered out.

You couldn't answer that question, the relationship you shared was toxic and, at times, made you depressed. But he treated you so well, so delicately with love. Yes, you still loved him, after all, he did to you and you hated yourself for that.

"Answer the question, love," he darkly said. His eyes trained on yours, casually he strode his way towards you, your body unable to move under his icy stare.

"Please," you sobbed, more tears flushing out of your eyes.

"Should I answer it for you?"

He stopped right when he was in front of you, his height towering over you making you feel small. Languidly, he raised his calloused hand to your throat making you shutter with the memories of you both flooding back to you. His fingers tightened around your neck cutting off your airway lightly, forcing you to look at him the whole time. His breath lingered on your lips, making you yearn for that kiss you haven't felt in so long.

"My love, why deny it. You love me, just as much as I love you."

Inching his way down, both of your lips met each other. Leaving you both with a chaste kiss and a desire for more.

"Either," he started, as he pulled away from the lips he missed kissing so dearly. "You can come home where you belong, or I can kill your friend and drag you home. Which one do you prefer?"

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