#yes im never going to stop using the vanilla extract joke

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His gasp echoing through the silent room made her turn red out of embarrassment. She knew this was a stupid idea. She knew he wouldnt be happy to see her. As she began to cave in on herself, she heard his next words.

Her heart rate went down as she looked up at him with a soft gaze. The news of his parents death saddened her so she does a bow and a curtsy in front of him. "Im sorry for your loss my king." She responds, not believing this man is her husband. To think she would have never been noticed in such a way if she wasnt forced into this situation, it brought her a sense of comfort.

Then he squeezes her hand and she smiles at him. "Its nice to meet you as well King Dean." She said politely, her eyes widening a bit at his comforting words, finding it surprising on how humble he was. It felt like she was talking to a friend or someone at the same village as her. It didnt feel like she was talking to a king, a king who had power and resources over her to get what he wants. It was so weird but it made her troubles wash away for a moment.

"Thank you! I...I didnt expect this. I didnt expect this at all. I-I thought you would be meaner and scarier and willing to use your power over me but you havent. You...you talk to me like Im a person. Not like Im a peasant from the poorest village." She rambles then he bows at her. Her eyes widened even more and she could feel the tears filling her eyes. "Oh you are so sweet!"

And before she could stop herself, she gives him a hug, the smell of vanilla filling the air at their closeness. She may not have had money for expensive perfumes but she used vanilla extract to give her that sweet smell. Being poor gives you the resources to get creative, the best thing you can make out of a sad situation. "Yes yes, I would love a tour! Oh my goodness, this is so exciting!" She squeals before letting go of him then blinks for a moments realizing what she did. "OH! Oh no Im so sorry my king, I didnt mean to touch you without your orders, I am so sorry!" She bows frantically and clasps her hands together.

His words sent a chill up her spine, the word gorgeous rang in her ears like a symphony. She stops and looks up at him confused for a moment, looks around the empty throne room and back at him. She points to herself, unsure that he was talking about her. Then she seen his elbow and she realized very quickly that he was talking about her. "Ah..." She exhales and taps her chest. "Thank you. You are really handsome yourself." She shyly responds, taking his elbow and tilts her head. "No no! I dont mind the first impression! It shows that you are easy going and I dont have to be as fearful of you. Its hard but I will learn over time. It makes you seem humble."

She giggles at his joke, all of her grievances and fears washing away. She could get used to him, she could tell. "Im excited to see the dolled up prince then." She chirps and had a pleased look on her face. "Thank you so much! I spent hours sewing this to make it look all pretty, I even added little-" She began to ramble then stops when she realizes his words. Her pleased expression changed to one of bewilderment. "Wait...I get my own room with clothes in it? Can I use them to sew? I-Its okay if I cant but I always wanted to experiment with different fabrics and materials, that I couldnt get in my home village!" She rambles happily, gently squeezing his arm in the process.

She was a lovely girl, yes—nice-looking, mannerly—but do you know what Dean really liked about Rockelle, what really made him ‘notice’ her? Until now, he’d believed he was the only person who ever viewed his gaining the crown for what it was.

A loss. Two, actually.

“T-Thank you… Please. Call me Dean.”

When Rokelle started tearing up, Dean looked away, unsure of what might happen (i.e. he’d start crying?) if he didn’t. Eventually, he met back with her eyes.

“You’ve been taught to believe that person and peasant are two separate entities, but they are not—Therefore—With no intent to diminish your compliment—I must insist that I have only treated you as you are—” He hadn’t even verbally dotted his sentence before becoming entrapped in a heady embrace of vanilla (and heart).

Seeing her bow immediately after hugging him, Dean was more determined than ever to dispel her subjected frame of mind, and pulled her right back up to her feet.

“My dear, dear fiancée… If you cannot freely express joy or gratitude to me than to whom can you?” he posed the rhetorical question sweetly. The idea that a king-husband would ever resort to orders to obtain his wife's touch honestly made him want for anarchy.

Once she accepted his arm, however, he felt slightly at ease. More at ease yet after experiencing her melodious laugh. Yes. With a cool head he could once again see that the high power was secure within his good and true hands, and only if he kept it that way... would society ever change it ugly ways.

"They're already yours!" The king was clearly pleased to able to give her a gift she'd actually utilize. "You're welcome to use the clothes however you wish..."

The tour officially began with the squeeze to his arm.

***

Their first stop was the courtyard, as the king thought he could best explain the wings and corridors of the castle from an outdoor perspective.

"Bear with my analogy here but do try to think of the courtyard as a great big timepiece... Twelve o'clock is where we were a moment ago, the throne room... Boring as it may be, my afternoons are often spent stuck there," he chuckled, quite comfortable standing so close to Rockelle. It had been ages since he'd known any genuine affection, that is to say affection which wasn't demanded by his status alone.

"As my guest, you are free to roam the grounds, but as we are not yet married, and therefore your title unchanged, I would advise that you stay fast by my side... at least until after the wedding ceremony."

Realising how cold that must've sounded, Dean gave a shy, conciliatory smile, and, in succession, sputtered out an awkward explanation on his behalf.

"I am a perfect stranger to you, Rockelle, and no formality shall change that, I know... Before we met, I only wished to extend to my future wife the mastery to make her own way... If that way included deserting the castle altogether, I would not have pursued her any more than a random butterfly... Knowing you, however, even in such small capacity, I feel as though I would be doing my heart a disservice forever if I did not try..."

Now on bended knee, the king looked up to her as he spoke.

"Rockelle. After marriage, you've no need for recourse, so I understand if you wish you leave me then... but if you do decide to stay... Will you grant me the honour of courting you?" No pun intended. This was a very serious moment for him.

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Im Yours | Part two

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 FINALE

It's been three weeks. Three weeks of waking up early to be welcomed by BamBam, who now was so comfortable with you he started waiting in your living room and helping himself to coffee once he got there. Three weeks of the tinted car ride to the house filled with jokes and laughing as you and BamBam picked on the driver. Three weeks of making three meals a day for seven boys, and three weeks of still not knowing who the hell the seventh person was.

You didn't mind though, the boys you did know were enough as it was, given their loud personalities.  You'd find yourself in between meals still with the boys who came and went in usually groups of two. You knew they were mainly in there for the snacks you'd make but you enjoyed their company so much you didn't care. That didn't stop you from teasing them though.

"Can it Youngjae, I know you're only in here cause I'm preparing you a stupid cheese platter." Or "If I throw out this cookie dough would you leave me alone?"

Today was just like all those before, but today Yugyeom would take his boss the egg Benedict you had prepared before you turned to prepare it for the rest of the boys. Jackson always seemed to make you laugh so hard that you almost dropped your spatula, which would send Youngjae into a fit of giggles. BamBam finally walked into the kitchen, his eyes going from tired to excited as he watched the commotion around you.

"Oh, hey Bam, can you add oregano, vanilla extract, and more eggs to the grocery list?" You started as he walked over to sit on his usual spot on the counter. You turned in time to see him nod and you noticed something on the collar of his shirt. Wiping your hands on your apron you approached him and took the fabric between your fingers.

"Did you nick yourself while shaving?" You asked, eyebrows pushing together as you pinpointed the spot as blood.

"What?" He'd say rubbing his hands down his neck. "I don't think so?"

"There's blood on your collar..." you said pulling at it more incase there was a cut somewhere else he didn't notice.

As you pulled at his shirt, BamBam let his eyes flick up to Jackson and Youngjae, all of them knowing perfect that that wasn't BamBams blood.

"Take your shirt off Ill try to get that out." You said patting his chest and bringing his attention back to you.

Without wanting you to ask any more questions or suspect anything he quietly stripping of his jacket and white shirt while you quickly finish breakfast, Yugyeom and Mark entering. The kitchen just as you slid the communal plate across the counter to them. You turned back to BamBam and thanked him as he handed you his shirt.

"I cut my finger." He lied, folding his arms over his chest that was still covered by a wife beater.

You nodded and crouched, pulling a few things out from under the sink before turning the faucet on. The boys watched you scrub at the stain, cursing it as it only faded a little.

"BamBam how long ago did you cut your finger!? It's not budging!" You said, knowing that around the 12 hour mark was when this concoction you're grandmother had taught you stopped working well. He just shrugged and took another bite of his food.

You gave up, it wasn't going to come out fully and you were surprised you were even able to get it to turn to more of a light coffee stain color.

"Don't wait so long next time, BamBam, damn." You scolded tossing his shirt back to him.

Jackson chuckled at this, the thought of you scolding one of them was humorous, especially since if you knew how he really got that stain you wouldn't have even been in the same room as him.

"What do you MEAN he slipped?" Jaebum said dangerously to all of the boys as they crowded around the table. Seeing BamBam returning to his room without his shirt sparked curiosity in Jaebums eye. He didn't expect to have to deal with the fact that BamBam was wearing the blood of the man he had beat into talking the night before.

"At least she thinks it's mine!" He said waving a hand.

"This time!" Jaebum said smacking the table hard, causing everyone to jump and fully look at him. "I've been nice. I've let you have your friend. There was ONE RULE!" He said siting down to try and calm himself but just working himself back up again.

"If any of you slip up and she becomes suspicious, you are the one who'll get to shoot your new friend." He said before waving his hand.

You didn't mind that no one was in the kitchen with you, usually after breakfast no one was as they all left to get work done. You took this time to start preparing the meat for dinner, creating a dry rub and needing the meat through it. The sound of a light bang followed by the sound of muffled yelling startled you, but made you smirk and after a few minutes when Yugyeom and Jackson filed back into the kitchen and started to pick at the nuts you were going to use during lunch, you looked at them smugly.

"Someone got in troubleeeee." You teased not looking up from the meat you were working.

"You're a smart ass." Jackson said.

"What are you gonna do." You shrugged getting Yugyeom to laugh slightly.

You were really excited for dinner. You were making a personal favorite so when the boys slowly started to file into the kitchen from the smell all you could do was smile. Everyone was there, to include Jinyoung who had warmed up quite a bit since you first met him. Right now he was laughing at something Yugyeom had said his eyes watching your hands as they worked.

"Wow it smells amazing in here." You heard from beside you. You watched everyone straighten in the seat and BamBam hopped of the counter before you turned to the voice.

He was even more handsome up close than he was from where he stood in the balcony. His hair now sleekly swept away from his face and in one of the nicest suits you have ever seen. His lips had turned slightly up as he smiled at you before looking down to the food thy was cooking in front of you. Looking to Jackson you mouthed boss? And nodded when he rose his eyebrows as a way to say yes.

"Um, Brown sugar glazed porkchops with garlic lemon asparagus and a balsamic peach and feta salad." You said telling him the menu for dinner.

"Very impressive. Do you mind if I join you all?" He asked, his eyes not leaving your face as you smiled.

"The big bad boss is finally coming out of his cave?" It slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it and seeing the way Yugyeom's head snapped up to you instantly mumbled a sorry.

But the sound of him chuckling made you, and really everyone else in front of you, snap your head to look at him.

"Jinyoung was right, you do have a mouth on you." His smile dropped slightly but the spark behind his eye was still there.

"It's both a blessing and a curse." You shrugged biting your lip a little while making him chuckle again.

Dinner was a little awkward for the boys with him there, but you found yourself enjoying that he was there, as he asked you question after question. At one point his eyes tightened and his lips opened to revile the most beautiful smile you ever seen. You couldn't help but blush as he laughed, thanking yourself that it was an embarrassing story.

"Were such bad friends." Mark, who was still chuckling softly at your story of how you ran around your neighborhood naked until you were 7, said pulling your attention away to look at him. "We've been your friends for what? Three weeks now? I feel like I've learned more about you in the 20 minutes Jaebum has been sitting here." He said as everyone agreed.

"Well to be fair the only thing I know about you guys is your name." You shrugged, not really caring since they were fun to be around.

"Y/n." Jaebum said, obviously about to change the subject. "I think it's safe to say having you here is great for all of us, but BamBam was telling me you live almost an hour away?" He said, the rest of the boys sitting up and smiling as if they knew what was going to be said next.

"Yeah.. never realize how much you guys wear me out till we get in the car to go home." You said chuckling.

"They are behaving right?" He asked raising an eyebrow, you smiled noticing the two moles that kissed the bottom of his brow.

"If they weren't I'm pretty handy with my knife skills so you don't have to worry about me." You said making everyone around you laugh.

"Good to know. These guys can be animals sometimes." He said slightly raising his eyebrow even more as all the others looked to their neighbor trying not to be too cocky at the compliment their boss had given them.

You had stayed a little big longer that night, red wine flowing around the large table you all settled in. The boys even started to open up a little, chiming in with child hood stories here and there. You found yourself completely entranced by Jaebum as you laughed at everything he said and turning to look at him every time he made a noise. It was the getting to the point where you were blushing at every word he said towards you.

"Damn this wine..." you said looking at the last sip you had, shaking your head as the boys laughed before you're hands went to your hot cheeks.

"Okay, I'm going to start cleaning so I can go home." You said fanning your hot face before standing up.

"Don't worry about it," Jaebum started, catching your hand as you started to reach for his plate. "The boys will do it." He said.

You looked to the boys who all fell into a grumpy state before standing up and taking their plates. You sat back down and thanked Yugyeom for taking yours before turning back to Jaebum.

"I still should probably get home though, I'm a monster in the morning if I don't get eight hours." You said shrugging slightly.

"Alright. Let's go." He said smiling before instructing Jinyoung to get your things.

"Really, I can get my own stuff." You said as Jinyoung disappeared into the kitchen.

"Y/n, you have been basically babysitting these guys the least they can do for you is collect your knives. You shrugged at this, he wasn't lying.

When Jinyoung returned he bowed slightly before telling you goodnight and soon BamBam was exiting the kitchen.

"I think I'll join you tonight, if that's alright." He said looking to BamBam who just nodded and took your things.

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His gasp echoing through the silent room made her turn red out of embarrassment. She knew this was a stupid idea. She knew he wouldnt be happy to see her. As she began to cave in on herself, she heard his next words.

Her heart rate went down as she looked up at him with a soft gaze. The news of his parents death saddened her so she does a bow and a curtsy in front of him. "Im sorry for your loss my king." She responds, not believing this man is her husband. To think she would have never been noticed in such a way if she wasnt forced into this situation, it brought her a sense of comfort.

Then he squeezes her hand and she smiles at him. "Its nice to meet you as well King Dean." She said politely, her eyes widening a bit at his comforting words, finding it surprising on how humble he was. It felt like she was talking to a friend or someone at the same village as her. It didnt feel like she was talking to a king, a king who had power and resources over her to get what he wants. It was so weird but it made her troubles wash away for a moment.

"Thank you! I...I didnt expect this. I didnt expect this at all. I-I thought you would be meaner and scarier and willing to use your power over me but you havent. You...you talk to me like Im a person. Not like Im a peasant from the poorest village." She rambles then he bows at her. Her eyes widened even more and she could feel the tears filling her eyes. "Oh you are so sweet!"

And before she could stop herself, she gives him a hug, the smell of vanilla filling the air at their closeness. She may not have had money for expensive perfumes but she used vanilla extract to give her that sweet smell. Being poor gives you the resources to get creative, the best thing you can make out of a sad situation. "Yes yes, I would love a tour! Oh my goodness, this is so exciting!" She squeals before letting go of him then blinks for a moments realizing what she did. "OH! Oh no Im so sorry my king, I didnt mean to touch you without your orders, I am so sorry!" She bows frantically and clasps her hands together.

His words sent a chill up her spine, the word gorgeous rang in her ears like a symphony. She stops and looks up at him confused for a moment, looks around the empty throne room and back at him. She points to herself, unsure that he was talking about her. Then she seen his elbow and she realized very quickly that he was talking about her. "Ah..." She exhales and taps her chest. "Thank you. You are really handsome yourself." She shyly responds, taking his elbow and tilts her head. "No no! I dont mind the first impression! It shows that you are easy going and I dont have to be as fearful of you. Its hard but I will learn over time. It makes you seem humble."

She giggles at his joke, all of her grievances and fears washing away. She could get used to him, she could tell. "Im excited to see the dolled up prince then." She chirps and had a pleased look on her face. "Thank you so much! I spent hours sewing this to make it look all pretty, I even added little-" She began to ramble then stops when she realizes his words. Her pleased expression changed to one of bewilderment. "Wait...I get my own room with clothes in it? Can I use them to sew? I-Its okay if I cant but I always wanted to experiment with different fabrics and materials, that I couldnt get in my home village!" She rambles happily, gently squeezing his arm in the process.

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Silence was all she heard as she walked into the room. Eyes were all on her. Damn did she hate this. To think her family sold her out in the name of 'preserving royal beauty' so easily seemed crazy to her. There was no way she is about to marry the king of her country because their family was rich. This is gonna make her sick.

She knew there was no getting out of this. No matter how bad it was. She felt like she was being sold off as cattle. Rockelle hasnt even seen this mystery person that shes supposed to marry and shes so sick to her stomach over this. All of these questions swirled around in her head as she made a walk of shame to his throne room. His servants just open the door for her and she slowly walks in. She wasnt ready to meet face to face with him yet, the thought and anticipation of what he looks like scared the shit out of her. What if hes ugly? What if he smells? What if hes abusive?

She could feel her heart pumping faster and faster and her breathing became more shallow and her hands began to tremble. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of his empty throne, looking around confused. With a thick gulp, she opened her lips slowly. "H-hello?" She calls out, her lips drying at the thought of this. She hoped her soft voice didnt carry that far, she hoped he couldnt hear her and she could just run away and never look back. God, why is she always the one to deal with the foolishness?