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chapter five: private | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: a tinsy little bit of angst word count: 2.6k author’s note: after so much waiting, chapter five is finally here! thank you all so much for waiting ❤️ my sincerest apologies in advance for this is only a filler chapter :( but there is more to come!

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Did Wonwoo know? 

Was this some kind of joke?

Your thoughts spiraled. Your silence was so loud, it beat the hum of the air conditioner in the office, the chatter echoing in the background of the hallways. You could hear the sound of your heartbeat thudding in your ears and feel the huge lump forming in your throat. Your grip on your pen tightened until your knuckles turned white. Eyes blinking way too fast, frustrated. Frustratedly trying to think. 

Just think, you told yourself. What should you do? What could you do?

You could flag this application now. Highlight in red, stamp it with a rejection. Stick a red post-it. You could burn it. You could do that. You had the power to. “Do it, Y/N,” your brain screamed. “Do it!”

But you couldn’t. 

How could you?

You stared at the name and attached ID photo. Myung Eunwon. She still looked the same. Her hair now brushed just below her shoulders, effortlessly pretty. Her smile? Angelic. Those eyes? The softest.

Your chest tightened. She looked like someone who still owned Wonwoo. 

You have never hated yourself so much for thinking that.

You felt so insulted and in disbelief. Not because of what Eunwon did. But because of how the world kept testing you. You felt so wronged. You had to be mature again and swallow everything hurting you just to rise above.

Why was this happening to you? 

Why must you make the hard decisions? Why must you restrain yourself from your anger and hurt?

Why does it always feel like you’re  the villain in someone else’s love story?

“Excuse me,” you muttered, pushing your chair back. You stood, holding onto the application tightly in your hand. You walked to where the Medical Team gathered, your heels clicking against the floor with every step.

“Mingyu,” you called quietly. “Can I talk to Wonwoo for a second?”

Mingyu was surprised, but nodded quickly. “Of course, Your Highness.”

You didn’t wait for Wonwoo to say anything. 

“Did you know?” You immediately asked, shoving the application at Wonwoo’s chest. No hesitations. No stuttering. From the moment you two stood face to face, you didn’t waste a second.

Wonwoo stumbled a little as confusion etched on his face, brows furrowing. “What–” 

“I’m assuming everyone, including you, from your team screened these applications before forwarding them to us,” you continued, your voice calm and controlled. The hurt you were hiding was betrayed by the shake of your hands.

Wonwoo finally looked at the application. 

He froze. 

“Y/N I–”

His eyes returned to your face instantly, needing to see your reaction. But, you didn’t meet his gaze. Your eyes remained on the ground, chest rising and falling with how erratic your breathing was.

“I swear Y/N,” he said quietly. “I didn’t see her application. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let it pass–”

“But that doesn’t mean I—the Foundation—rejects her,” you cut him off, your calm now rendered useless. “I’m just…”

You paused. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. 

You wanted to ask him, Wonwoo, why? Just why?!

But, you didn’t. Again.

“I’ll handle it,” you said, taking the papers back. Your clammy hands brushed against his and Wonwoo felt cold. He could hear the tiredness from your tone and he knew it was all because of him.

You stepped back and before he could reach for you, your heels turned away from him and you didn’t look back. Didn’t give him the chance to explain. Just left him standing there.

Alone.

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You felt foolish, like a child about to cry about their candy getting stolen from them. Only this wasn’t about candy. This was more than that. This was something that always sat heavy on your chest like a stone all your life. 

The walk to Jeonghan’s office felt longer than usual. Each step you took was dragged by all of the things you couldn’t undo or unfeel. Your fists tightly clenched at your sides. You took a breath that your fast beating heart beat the air from reaching your lungs. 

Finally, you knocked on the door and stepped in.

Jeonghan looked up, his smile vanishing in an instant at the torn expression of your face.

“Myung Eunwon was shortlisted by the Medical Team,” you said immediately with no pause and no hesitation. But, anyone that knew you could tell how shaken your voice sounded. Even though you didn’t stutter or stumble. It cracked. It trembled. 

Jeonghan took a deep breath and leaned forward, his arms folding on the desk. He maintained eye contact, waiting on your next words and actions.  

You swallowed the lump on your throat and placed the papers on his table. Your fingers didn’t let go at first. You just stared at it like you just wanted to burn it. 

You wished you did.

“I understand it’s in my best interest to not meddle about this,” you exhaled, before continuing, “I won’t use force, and I most certainly will not use my influence.”

Silence.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan whispered, voice warm. 

You hated how sad he sounded. Because here it goes again. The pity you had come to dread, creeping back. 

You shook your head and raised a hand. You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to break. 

You understood that power without integrity is just control. Despite the pain, the jealousy, and the quiet collapse of everything you and Wonwoo were building, the values of the Foundation must remain intact. 

Your values and your integrity. They all had to remain.

Your heart was breaking. But, you were not.

You turned to leave because there is nothing more to say, nothing more to hear. 

“I just needed you to know,” you barely said under your breath.  

Then, you walked out. You straightened your spine and just let everything go. 

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In Wonwoo’s mind, he didn’t owe you an explanation. He was not at fault for this slip up. 

But in his heart, he was guilty of hurting you once again. You didn’t have to say it out loud. He could already tell how your voice fell and how your eyes went cold. Seemingly dead. 

“Myung Eunwon’s application was accepted, Sir,” Mingyu informed him.

Wonwoo solemnly nodded. “Thank you, Mingyu.”

There was nothing left to be said. You made a decision and he understood what it meant for the Foundation. What it meant for you. 

It was already after hours and the light inside your office illuminated outside the hallway. You must be alone since he saw Jeongyeon leave at six. He sighed, mustering the courage to walk and knock on your door. It had been a tough day. The anticipation of the medical outreach was suddenly cracked and broken.

He knocked. Three times, before twisting the doorknob open. 

You looked up, fingers pausing from typing. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry this happened,” Wonwoo said, standing straight. If he was being honest, he really didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that you’re hurting again. He knew you weren’t one to blame other people. Even him. But, this time, he wanted to let you know that you could lean on him. You could let it all out and never hold back ever again.

You could feel the sharp pang inside your chest. You sighed, leaning back to your chair. “I don’t want to be in your shadow Wonwoo.” 

Or hers.

“You’re not,” Wonwoo insisted, taking a step closer to your table. But, he was careful.

“But, why does it feel like it?” Your voice cracked. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to scream. But, all you could muster out was your small voice and teary eyes. 

“I didn’t ask to be chosen. I was already here,” you continued, then wiped away a tear that dropped.

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The medical outreach was in full swing after weeks of devotion and preparation. Every volunteer was in position, equipped and ready to serve those in need. Even though it was just a one-day event, the Foundation was committed to providing the best service that it could offer powered by its enthusiastic and brilliant volunteers.

A short opening program marked the official start of the outreach. A brief introduction on what was the purpose and what will happen was explained. You and Wonwoo were all smiling and waving, standing side by side, when you were both introduced. Neither of you held a microphone since there was nothing that needed to be said.

You know how Wonwoo wanted to take this opportunity to not have the focus on him. But instead on the purpose and heart of this event.

Afterwards, you and Wonwoo parted ways with a subtle nod at each other. You headed toward one tent while he proceeded to perform his own duties. You had no intention of staying long, anyway. Wishing to go back to the office as soon as possible.

Especially now that you have seen Eunwon.

This is your first time seeing her in a long while. University was a long time ago and yet, the sight of her still stirred the quiet jealousy and resentment buried deep in your heart.

Had I been a doctor, would Wonwoo have looked at me? You wondered to yourself, before forcing your gaze away.

The volunteers were under the Medical Team’s supervision, which spared you from meeting Eunwon’s eyes. There was no need, if you’re being honest. But knowing she was here, a volunteer of an outreach led by Wonwoo, left nothing but a bitter taste you couldn’t ignore. 

Still, this day was not, and would never be, about you.

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The following morning, chaos greeted you. 

News about the medical outreach was everywhere. Headlines splashed across screens, posts flooding every feed. It was received warmly, praised even. Wonwoo’s reputation shone brighter than ever and his standing in the eyes of both the Kingdoms of Seoul and Changwon practically untouchable.

It was a success.

Except for one tabloid post. 

The article was harmless at first glance. It was photos of Eunwon, all smiles as she helped around with the children and the elderly. There were many shots of her that day. But it seemed like the world’s attention was fixated on only one.

Eunwon… with Wonwoo.

To most, it was nothing. A pair of doctors doing their jobs, just standing together as they helped an elderly patient sit onto the examination table. That’s how it should have been perceived. Nothing more, nothing less.

But the headline felt like a slap to your face: “Myung Eunwon, a Queen in the Making?”

Your grip on the tablet tightened, rage flashing in your mind and heart. They’re eating this up, you thought. Your eyes slid shut for just a moment as you tried to catch your breath. 

By the time you exhaled, PR was already handling it. One message after another blinked on your screen, urging you to not engage.

Just ignore.

But, how?

—

“Will anyone explain to me as to why Ms. Myung was at the outreach yesterday?” 

The King, your father, spoke with a calmness that carried a razor’s edge. He had summoned you, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan the moment the morning reports reached him.

Jeonghan stood up straighter, opening his mouth to speak, “Your Maj—”

“She volunteered,” you cut in, keeping your expression carefully neutral. “I approved of it.”

It was the truth anyway. Why lie?

“My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty. It was an oversight on my part,” Wonwoo added. He knew all too well that his history with her was at the heart of the tension.

The King raised his hand, silencing the three of you. “I’d like to speak to the Princess alone.”

Both men standing beside you, Jeonghan on your left and Wonwoo on your right, glanced at you. You just exhaled and didn’t meet either of their eyes.

“Leave, gentlemen.”

Reluctantly, they bowed and walked to the opened doors. Wonwoo tried to catch your gaze, but you kept your focus on the King. 

When the doors closed with a heavy click, your father rose from his seat.

“Why did it not occur to you to consult anyone on this matter? With me?” He asked, walking to the window that overlooked the city.

“It did occur to me,” you defended, maintaining your stance. “I just didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Your mother is furious,” he replied.

“I figured,” you muttered. “I was just protecting the Foundation. I can’t have it look like I rejected a volunteer simply because they were an ex-girlfriend or something.”

“Y/N,” The King said, exasperated now, turning to face you fully. “You should have let the Palace handle it.”

“That’s not the point!” You screamed, the words ripping from you. Raw and loud, your voice cracking. Tears pricked at your eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.

The King was surprised, but softened at the break in your voice.

“I… I did think about it,” you said, swallowing hard. “Everything. My pride, my well-being, and my power. But in that moment, none of it mattered. It meant nothing.”

The silence that fell between you was thick and suffocating.

You drew in a steadying breath. “I stand by my decision. I don’t care what the tabloid says. It’s done.”

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“You look like shit,” Kwon Soonyoung, one of the volunteers and closest friend of Wonwoo, said without needing to look at him.

Wonwoo sighed, dropping down beside him. “Thanks.”

Soonyoung nodded, organizing the documents he’s in charge of one by one regarding the Medical Outreach. He came all the way from Changwon to support Wonwoo and he knew it was going to be eventful, with the imminent engagement and all. He just didn’t expect it to be that eventful.

“She saw the photos?” Soonyoung asked, glancing at Wonwoo then back to the binders.

Wonwoo nods.

“And?”

“She didn’t speak about it,” Wonwoo answered, rubbing the back of his head. “But, I already knew she was upset when Eunwon’s application slipped through my fingers.”

Soonyoung sighed. “She’s pulling away and that’s the worst, huh?”

Wonwoo didn’t answer. He couldn’t because that meant Soonyoung was right.

He’s not ready to accept that truth.

Another closed binder, another one opened. Soonyoung continued to work. 

“You know what I noticed at the event?” He then asked casually. “Every time Eunwon walked near, you didn’t move.”

Wonwoo frowned. “I wasn’t even paying any attention to her.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Soonyoung said, shaking his head. “She made sure the cameras caught her smiling and all you had to do was allow it to happen.”

Wonwoo ran his hand down to his face. “It’s not like that. I didn’t mea—.”

“I’m sorry man, but that doesn’t matter anymore,” Soonyoung cut in, then calmly continued, “Y/N’s not mad at you. But, she’s fighting a battle with herself. Wondering about whether she’s a footnote or a future in your life.”

That landed hard, like a punch in Wonwoo’s stomach.

“Do you, at least, like Princess Y/N?” Soonyoung asked after a beat, expecting a vague answer from Wonwoo. But what he answered surprised him.

“Yes.”

Soonyoung slowly nodded, impressed. Then, he closed the last folder and stood up. 

“I think you should stop liking her in private.”

Wonwoo stayed seated, the words echoing inside his head.

Stop liking her in private.

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Joint Announcement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

The Royal Households of Changwon and Seoul are pleased to announce the engagement of His Royal Highness Crown Prince Wonwoo of Changwon and Her Royal Highness Crown Princess Y/N of Seoul.

In recognition of Her Royal Highness’s heritage, her humanitarian service, and the enduring friendship between our nations, the engagement ceremony will be held in Changwon.

Further details regarding the date and arrangements will be shared in due course. Both families extend their gratitude for the warm congratulations and kind wishes received from near and far.

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chapter three: was it punishment | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: vomiting, fainting, food poisoning, emergency hospitalization/situation word count: 3.2k author’s note: chapter 3! 🥳 (undedited tho! will work on it!)

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Wonwoo was in Kyoto, Japan when his father, King Jeon, told him the harsh truth and brutal reality of what it meant to wear the crown. Japan wasn’t that far to escape to, but he really didn’t have anywhere else in mind to begin with. He just wanted to be far. Away from everything that’s causing him immense pain. Away from his duty, his crown. 

Far and far away. 

The King was the one who ordered Mingyu to book the immediate flight and have his one and only son stay there when he saw how much he needed the space and time. 

Even only just for a short while.

However, His Majesty, and even Wonwoo himself, knew they had to talk. There was no escaping anyway, if they’re being honest. The family’s decisions on his life remain firm and unwavering. It’s not to be sugar coated and influenced by any emotion other than reverence and responsibility. 

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he’s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

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chapter three: was it punishment | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: vomiting, fainting, food poisoning, emergency hospitalization/situation word count: 3.2k author’s note: chapter 3! 🥳 (undedited tho! will work on it!)

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Wonwoo was in Kyoto, Japan when his father, King Jeon, told him the harsh truth and brutal reality of what it meant to wear the crown. Japan wasn’t that far to escape to, but he really didn’t have anywhere else in mind to begin with. He just wanted to be far. Away from everything that’s causing him immense pain. Away from his duty, his crown. 

Far and far away. 

The King was the one who ordered Mingyu to book the immediate flight and have his one and only son stay there when he saw how much he needed the space and time. 

Even only just for a short while.

However, His Majesty, and even Wonwoo himself, knew they had to talk. There was no escaping anyway, if they’re being honest. The family’s decisions on his life remain firm and unwavering. It’s not to be sugar coated and influenced by any emotion other than reverence and responsibility. 

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he’s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

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chapter three: was it punishment | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: vomiting, fainting, food poisoning, emergency hospitalization/situation word count: 3.2k author’s note: chapter 3! 🥳 (undedited tho! will work on it!)

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Wonwoo was in Kyoto, Japan when his father, King Jeon, told him the harsh truth and brutal reality of what it meant to wear the crown. Japan wasn’t that far to escape to, but he really didn’t have anywhere else in mind to begin with. He just wanted to be far. Away from everything that’s causing him immense pain. Away from his duty, his crown. 

Far and far away. 

The King was the one who ordered Mingyu to book the immediate flight and have his one and only son stay there when he saw how much he needed the space and time. 

Even only just for a short while.

However, His Majesty, and even Wonwoo himself, knew they had to talk. There was no escaping anyway, if they’re being honest. The family’s decisions on his life remain firm and unwavering. It’s not to be sugar coated and influenced by any emotion other than reverence and responsibility. 

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he��s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

---

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chapter four: in this waiting, i am yours | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: none in this chapter. please let me know if i missed anything! word count: 3297 author’s note: chapter four ❤️‍🩹 thank you guys for tuning in! apologies for the delayed update 🥲 see you on the next! ✨ ---

The public expressed deep concern for your condition as the Crown Princess', flooding the official channels of the Kingdom of Seoul with heartfelt messages and well wishes for a speedy  recovery. 

Thankfully, your recovery progressed smoothly with no further complications. Dr. Han advised that you stay overnight to complete your prescribed medication. You haven't woken up yet, but the medical staff reassured the family that you’re now resting peacefully and expected to regain consciousness within a few hours. 

Security was tight and only a limited number of people were allowed to come in and out the VIP ward. The entire floor was closed off to all but authorized personnel including Jeongyeon, Saera, Mingyu, and security staff. Their Majesties have decided they will stay and would not leave until their daughter is cleared to be discharged. 

A few visitors were permitted, including Jeonghan, who helped maintain the calm at the Seoul Foundation in the wake of the emergency. He bowed to Their Majesties and Wonwoo when he arrived before using the opportunity to personally report to the King important updates they should be aware of. His visit was a good distraction against the silence inside the room where only sounds of soft beeping monitors were heard.

Dr. Han, along with the rest of the dedicated medical team, checked on you regularly. Nearly every 30 minutes and the family appreciated each update that accompanied their assessments.

Around 3:00 in the morning, you finally opened your eyes and Wonwoo was there, waiting. 

Their Majesties had retired to the spare bedroom just after midnight, but Wonwoo remained at your side to keep watch even though Dr. Han already said that there’s nothing to worry about anymore.

You blinked against the soft light, trying to adjust from pitch darkness. You feel like you’ve been asleep for ages. Disoriented and tired. So, so tired. Wonwoo didn’t rush you, but he walked closer and smiled a little. 

“Hey,” he whispered, softly. “You’re awake.”

You frowned, throat dry and scratchy when you finally spoke up, “What are you doing here? What happened?”

He opened a bottle of water and pressed the remote to adjust your bed, helping you sit up. You accepted the water, strong enough to hold the bottle, and drank from it. You finished the water in seconds. Awfully parched due to dehydration. 

“We rushed you here, remember?” Wonwoo gave you the chance to remember, gently wiping the corner of your lips. 

Ah, right. You closed your eyes at the memory. “How long was I out?”

“It’s been a few hours. But, you’re good. Recovering fast and well.”

You sighed in relief and closed your eyes briefly. “My parents?”

“They’re here, sleeping. Do you want me to wake them?” Wonwoo asked, already standing up.

“No, no.” You stopped him quickly, grabbing his hand. “It’s fine. Later will do.”

Wonwoo looked at your hand. Not intertwined, but the way you held him sent a quiet jolt through him. Even now, even in this moment, he can’t help but notice how smooth your hand is.

“Okay,” Wonwoo promised, allowing your grip on his hand to remain. “You can eat. Are you hungry?”

You shook her head.

Wonwoo sat on the small space at the edge of the bed. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t seem to notice. But the closeness, it’s comforting. It’s grounding. You still felt scattered, all over the place. But his hand, his hand was something steady to hold on to.

And it felt good.

—

Wonwoo gently fixed and adjusted the blanket up to your chest when you requested to go lie back down. He made sure your arms were still out as you preferred. You told him it made you feel too hot even with the air condition on full blast. It’s nearing 4:00 in the morning. The room was still dimly lit by the soft glow of the overhead light. Only the steady beeping of the monitors and the hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. Outside, the sky was still painted a navy blue, showing no traces of the early dawn. 

You two didn’t talk much ever since you woke up. He simply sat with you in the silence of gathering yourself now that you’re fully awake. The medicine is slowly wearing off and you’re now awake more than ever. Your body was still aching. Mostly your throat, sore from vomiting so much, and thirst clung to your tongue. Your mind was slowly piecing up memories of what happened earlier and along with that clarity was the guilt.

You sighed as your head hit the soft pillow. He thought you would sleep again. 

But, what you said next caught him off guard.

“Sorry to ruin your first day at the foundation,” you murmured, almost like a whisper in the quiet early morning. And even with the exhaustion, your eyes still found his own tired yet sincere ones. “I won’t be staying here long, right?”

“You won’t,” he answered her question, choosing his words with care. “But I’d strictly advise you to not overdo it when you get back. Okay?”

You gave him a nod, a quiet promise that you won’t.

“I vomited on you, huh?” You recalled, your lips smiling embarrassedly and more apologetic now.

He also smiled. But, his smile was warm and understanding. “Yeah, you did.”

Your face contorted in a mix of disgust and cringe. “Sorry, again.”

“It’s okay,” he promised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

He wished he could say more. He wanted to ease your worries and guilt and not let what happened in the past hours get in your head. He wanted to tell you how scared he was to see you like that. But, for now, he will just remain by your side in silence. Because it’s not about him. It’s about you.

For a moment, the gentle voices and touches went unnoticed. Like, they had always existed between you and him. There were no worries nor hesitations. Just acts. Acts of comfort and care. 

It was still early in the morning, yet your minds were wide awake. In the most peaceful way. Something unspoken passed between you and him. You  weren’t ready to name it yet. 

But it was something real.

—

When the sun had finally risen, you had fallen asleep again. 

The windows were opened by The Queen. Just a tiny little opening to let a sliver of sunlight slip through the room, enough to not disrupt your sleep. The King had to go back to his duties, with nearly 50 people already waiting for him in the Palace. He wished to have said a proper goodbye to you when you woke up, but a kiss on your forehead will have to do. 

Even as The King with a family, his duty calls for him and answering cannot be delayed. 

Wonwoo was witnessing all of this firsthand. The memories of his father leaving in the middle of his high school debate came rushing back, still vivid in his mind. The Queen had stayed, and he was made to understand. He did because he had to. The King hadn’t done anything wrong. Wonwoo brushed it off because there was no room for resentment. He knows his father tried his very best. A kiss good night, even if it came at midnight.

And you shared the same experiences too. Similar stories. Maybe a college debate. Or a high school piano recital. But he hadn’t really thought about yours. Only his.

The realization hit him again, for the nth time. If he felt he was held back then, what about you? What are your what could have beens? What dreams had you shelved? What tears have you shed? He wouldn’t know because all he ever considered was his own hurt.

And now, watching you with your family, he understands his father a little bit more. You and Wonwoo are grown adults already, and yet your parents still worry. Even though responsibilities are demanding with jobs to do and people to protect, love somehow still makes space. 

Maybe this was one of the sacrifices his father talked about. The kind he didn’t notice, until now, now that he’s older. And maybe, this was also love. Not just an emotion romantically passed between people. But something else.

Something that stands in front of him now. In its most genuine, yet most heartbreaking form.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu called for him, pulling him from his thoughts. “Here’s your change of clothes. Your parents are coming today, before Princess Y/N is discharged.”

Wonwoo nodded, accepting the clothes. “Thank you, Mingyu. I’ll inform Her Majesty.”

He made his way to your bedside, where The Queen was gently massaging your legs.

She looked up at the sound of his footsteps and smiled.

“I think you should go to the bedroom and rest, Wonwoo,” she said softly. “I know you don’t want to leave, but it’s best if you get some shut eye.”

Wonwoo shook his head, returning her smile. “Thank you, Your Majesty. But, I’m alright. I just came to let you know that my parents are going to visit the Princess.”

“Oh no.” The Queen’s smile faded into a small frown, not from displeasure but because she's concerned. “They didn’t have to travel that far, love.”

“Well,” Wonwoo said, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I must have inherited their stubbornness.”

The Queen laughed. “Alright then, I’ll have Saera handle it. Now go on ahead, you need to be presentable when they arrive.”

—

You had just woken up when Saera’s soft voice echoed through the room. 

“The King and Queen of Changwon have arrived, Your Majesty.”  

Your heart dropped and panic flickered in her eyes. You hadn’t known they were coming. Embarrassment, then guilt, once again crept slowly down your stomach. You looked around out of instinct, for anything that could fix yourself. Your hair. Your posture. Anything.

Before you could fully sit up, Wonwoo was already at your side, gently adjusting your pillows and offering his arm for support. You accepted and muttered a thank you. When you finally looked up at them, their Majesties were just stepping through the doorway. You quickly straightened your shoulders and mustered a polite smile. The kind that your mother and your  tutors have taught you ever since you were a little girl.

The King and Queen paused at the entrance, exchanging a brief, wordless glance at the sight that greeted them. 

It was the first time they had seen Wonwoo like this to you. Relaxed and focused. Not as a husband-to-be fulfilling an obligation, but as a man who is really concerned and present. 

And they knew that this was definitely not a performative act.

“Your Majesties,” The Queen of Seoul warmly welcomed them as she stood, crossing the room to give them both an embrace. “Thank you for taking the time to come and visit.”

“Of course!” Queen Jeon replied, her voice enthusiastic and genuine as ever. “We’re just so relieved that Princess Y/N is now doing well.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” you said with a genuine smile, trying to keep the nervous flutter in your chest at bay.

There was a pause. Just long enough for Queen Jeon’s eyes to flick between you and her son, who still hasn't given his parents a hug. Still standing protectively by the bed.

“Prince Wonwoo was outstanding,” The Queen complimented Wonwoo. “He didn’t leave her side at all. Not once.”

Wonwoo looked down, suddenly bashful at your mother’s praise. The praise felt too generous, making his lips twitch at the corners. Still, he accepted it with a quiet humility.

King Jeon stepped forward, placing a firm hand on his son’s back. “Well done.”

—

A few days after her hospital discharge, you were back at the foundation. And yes, you still took heed of Dr. Han’s instructions to take it slow, to remember to rest and drink lots of water. And with Wonwoo finally starting his first day, you’re more than happy to be back.

Not that anyone needed to know that.

Jeongyeon welcomed you back at the footsteps of the Seoul Foundation building. You saw her bright smile the moment the car doors opened.

“Good to have you back, Your Highness,” Jeongyeon said, taking your bag before she could protest.

“Thank you, Jeongyeon,” you said, with gratitude in your voice. 

You two walked inside the foundation where everyone carried on with their tasks. There were polite bows and few welcome-backs. You’re thankful they remained normal, no special treatment at all. They just acted like how co-workers would act when that one employee who got sick finally returned.

Jeongyeon opened your office door and once you had fully entered, Jeongyeon immediately closed it behind you two with a soft click of the lock.

“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you this,” Jeongyeon began, startling Y/N. “But… I think you should know what happened.”

You blinked. “Tell me what?”

“About Prince Wonwoo,” Jeongyeon said, voice lowered. “Mingyu told me how he tried. When you were crashing, His Highness was the first to move. He wanted to take care of you. But, Mingyu had to stop him. Protocol. All he could do was stay close.”

You stilled. 

It’s one thing that Wonwoo never left your side. But finding out he was ready to fight against every protocol and person in that hospital for you? That’s something else entirely.

Wonwoo still acted normal with you. Like nothing happened. Even when his and your parents were around. You didn’t notice any changes with his behavior. But hearing this story now doesn’t only embarrass you more from vomiting on him, it’s also making your heart flutter more than ever.

“Well,” Jeongyeon added gently, catching your denial through your conflicted expression. 

She knew what she meant. What it could be. What it really was. 

And to save her from overthinking things, Jeongyeon intervened. “I guess it comes with the doctor in him.”

You suddenly released the breath you didn’t realize she had been holding and nodded. “Yeah. That makes a lot of  sense,” you agreed, smiling a little bittersweet. 

“We’ll pretend that’s what it really was,” Jeongyeon promised with a teasing grin, before handing your tablet to change the subject. “Anyway, speaking of doctors. Director Yoon scheduled a meeting this afternoon for the medical outreach His Majesty requested. He wanted a project meant to highlight Prince Wonwoo’s profession.”

And just like that, you both let the unspoken moment settle. 

Even though it was very much felt.

—

That afternoon, Jeonghan gathered the core teams that will handle the planning and coordination of the upcoming medical outreach. Representatives from the Community Development Team, Legal Affairs, Medical Team, Logistics and Operations Team, Public Relations Team, and Finance and Procurement were all present for the Week One: Initial Planning and Coordination. You and Jeongyeon attended on behalf of Legal, while Wonwoo represented the Medical Team.

“Good afternoon,” Jeonghan opened the discussion, sitting in the middle of the long conference table. 

You were seated to his right while Wonwoo was seated on his left. You two didn’t exchange a glance or a word to each other, like their warm moments in the hospital didn’t happen. You were busy with your laptop while Wonwoo was busy with his notes. 

Jeonghan looked at Jeongyeon and the girl just shrugged, I don’t know.

“Welcome to Week One of the upcoming medical outreach,” Jeonghan continued, ignoring the awkward silence lingering around the table because of the two professionals beside him. “The King has given us just four weeks to make this medical outreach a success. Prince Wonwoo is here to discuss the target community and range of services that may be offered. Your Highness?”

With that, the people in the room focused, each opened their own laptops, tablets, or notebooks to take down notes.

Wonwoo sat up straight, looking incredibly handsome with his suit and tie. You felt like you were meeting him for the first time again and your longtime crush just sparked once again. But you quickly snapped yourself back to reality, focus. Although yes, it was real. You had a crush on him. Still do. Anyway!

“Thank you for giving your time to this meeting,” Wonwoo began, voice steady. “I’m honored to be leading the Medical Team for this outreach, and your work on this will be of utmost importance.”

He clicked on the next slide on the screen. “So far, we have listed down potential target communities in Seoul. These include children in welfare homes or shelters and elderlies in residential complexes.”

Wonwoo paused as everyone began to type or take notes, then he continued, “For these groups, we’re preparing general check-ups, blood pressure and sugar monitoring, flu and pneumonia vaccinations, hearing and vision screenings and more based on the volunteer doctors’ specialization. We will give the final list of services by the end of the cross-examination of volunteers.”

He paused when the Community Development Team raised a hand to ask a question.

Meanwhile, you suddenly felt warmth rush to your cheeks as you did your best to take down notes of everything he just said. You’re not sure if it’s because of the legal tasks already lining up for your team or… just the way Wonwoo looked while talking about giving care to people. 

“Y/N?” Jeonghan called you, making you stop typing and looking up from the screen way faster than you should have.

“Hmm?” You merely let out a soft squeak.

“Any legal comments?”

“Oh, right,” you immediately realized you needed to speak as well, not just have a crush. “We’ll need to secure the proper permits to conduct medical services outside licensed facilities, especially for procedures like vaccinations and dental works, if any. We will have to coordinate with local health units and possibly the Ministry of Health.”

Jeongyeon and the rest of the group took notes beside you, listening intently. 

You tapped a few keys on your laptop before continuing, “Also, consent forms. Adult beneficiaries or guardian consent for minors must be informed of the services offered, and other privacy and disclaimer clauses. They must consent.”

You took a deep breath and, “Lastly, all medical volunteers will be cross examined diligently to ensure licensing and credentials are up to date. We must make sure from now on that we only accept accordingly within our standards rather than deal with complaints after.”

You glanced at Wonwoo after finishing and unbeknown to you, he was already gazing at you ever since you started talking. 

“Sir?” Jeonghan then turned to Wonwoo, waiting for his reply.

“Understood,” Wonwoo answered. “We’ll prepare the documents you need.”

You nodded, briefly meeting his eyes then returned to your screen once again. 

Up next, Finance and Procurement’s turn to ask questions.

—

The legal team immediately began working on the necessary permits required to make sure the outreach would proceed smoothly and according to schedule. 

Jeongyeon worked closely with you, making sure all documents and updates were uploaded to your shared server for the entire team’s access. You diligently gave your dedication and attention, just as you had always given with every project the foundation undertook.

Once the permits were granted one by one, the team moved forward to screening the volunteers that wish to participate in the outreach. From doctors, nurses, to civilian helpers, each applicant thoroughly underwent background checks to make sure no oversight was made.

You flipped through profiles, page by page, your eyes canning every detail. Took notes of entries that needed to be double checked and put a red post it note on those who did not meet the foundation’s standards. It was routine. Until you reached a name that made you stop:

Myung Eunwon.

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THIS IS HOW YOU FALL IN LOVE | Chapter 5 Preview

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty word count: 91

...She could flag this application now. Highlight in red, stamp it with a rejection. Stick a red post-it. She could burn it. She could do that. She had the power to. “Do it, Y/N,” her brain screamed. “Do it!”

But she couldn’t. 

How could she?

Y/N stared at the name and attached ID photo. Myung Eunwon. She still looked the same. Her hair now brushed just below her shoulders, effortlessly pretty. Her smile? Angelic. Those eyes? Soft.

Y/N’s chest tightened. She looked like someone who still owned Wonwoo. 

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chapter four: in this waiting, i am yours | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: none in this chapter. please let me know if i missed anything! word count: 3.3k author’s note: chapter four ❤️‍🩹 thank you guys for tuning in! apologies for the delayed update 🥲 see you on the next! ✨ ---

The public expressed deep concern for the Crown Princess' condition, flooding the official channels of the Kingdom of Seoul with heartfelt messages and well wishes for a speedy  recovery. 

Thankfully, Y/N’s recovery progressed smoothly with no further complications. Dr. Han advised that she stay overnight to complete her prescribed medication. She hasn’t woken up yet, but the medical staff reassured the family that she’s now resting peacefully and expected to regain consciousness within a few hours. 

Security was tight and only a limited number of people were allowed to come in and out the VIP ward. The entire floor was closed off to all but authorized personnel including Jeongyeon, Saera, Mingyu, and security staff. Their Majesties have decided they will stay and would not leave until their daughter is cleared to be discharged. 

A few visitors were permitted, including Jeonghan, who helped maintain the calm at the Seoul Foundation in the wake of the emergency. He bowed to Their Majesties and Wonwoo when he arrived before using the opportunity to personally report to the King important updates they should be aware of. His visit was a good distraction against the silence inside the room where only sounds of soft beeping monitors were heard.

Dr. Han, along with the rest of the dedicated medical team, checked on Y/N regularly. Nearly every 30 minutes and the family appreciated each update that accompanied their assessments.

Around 3:00 in the morning, Y/N finally opened her eyes and Wonwoo was there, waiting. 

Their Majesties had retired to the spare bedroom just after midnight, but Wonwoo remained at her side to keep watch even though Dr. Han already said that there’s nothing to worry about anymore.

Y/N blinked against the soft light, trying to adjust from pitch darkness. She feels like she’s been asleep for ages. Disoriented and tired. So, so tired. Wonwoo didn’t rush her, but he walked closer to her and smiled a little. 

“Hey,” he whispered, softly. “You’re awake.”

She frowned, her throat dry and scratchy when she finally spoke up, “What are you doing here? What happened?”

He opened a bottle of water and pressed the remote to adjust her bed, helping her sit up. She accepted the water, strong enough to hold the bottle, and drank from it. She finished the water in seconds. Awfully parched due to dehydration. 

“We rushed you here, remember?” Wonwoo gives her the chance to remember, gently wiping the corner of her lips. 

Ah, right. Y/N closed her eyes at the memory. “How long was I out?”

“It’s been a few hours. But, you’re good. Recovering fast and well.”

Y/N sighed in relief and closed her eyes briefly. “My parents?”

“They’re here, sleeping. Do you want me to wake them?” Wonwoo asked, already standing up.

“No, no.” She stopped him quickly, grabbing his hand. “It’s fine. Later will do.”

Wonwoo looked at her hand. Not intertwined, but the way she held him sent a quiet jolt through him. Even now, even in this moment, he can’t help but notice how smooth her hand is.

“Okay,” Wonwoo promised, allowing her grip on his hand to remain. “You can eat. Are you hungry?”

Y/N shook her head.

Wonwoo sat on the small space at the edge of the bed. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t seem to notice. But the closeness, it’s comforting. It’s grounding. She still felt scattered, all over the place. But his hand, his hand was something steady to hold on to.

And it felt good.

—

Wonwoo gently fixed and adjusted the blanket up to Y/N’s chest when she requested to go lie back down. He made sure her arms were still out as she preferred. She told him it made her feel too hot even with the air condition on full blast. It’s nearing 4:00 in the morning. The room was still dimly lit by the soft glow of the overhead light. Only the steady beeping of the monitors and the hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. Outside, the sky was still painted a navy blue, showing no traces of the early dawn. 

They didn’t talk much ever since she woke up. He simply sat with her in the silence of gathering herself now that she’s fully awake. The medicine is slowly wearing off and she’s now awake more than ever. Her body was still aching. Mostly her throat, sore from vomiting so much, and thirst clung to her tongue. Her mind was slowly piecing up memories of what happened earlier and along with that clarity was the guilt.

She sighed as her head hit the soft pillow. He thought she would sleep again. 

But, what she said next caught him off guard.

“Sorry to ruin your first day at the foundation,” she murmured, almost like a whisper in the quiet early morning. And even with the exhaustion, her eyes still found his own tired yet sincere ones. “I won’t be staying here long, right?”

“You won’t,” he answered her question, choosing his words with care. “But I’d strictly advise you to not overdo it when you get back. Okay?”

She gave him a nod, a quiet promise that she won’t.

“I vomited on you, huh?” She recalled, her lips smiling embarrassedly and more apologetic now.

He also smiled. But, his smile was warm and understanding. “Yeah, you did.”

Her face contorted in a mix of disgust and cringe. “Sorry, again.”

“It’s okay,” he promised, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

He wished he could say more. He wanted to ease her worries and guilt and not let what happened in the past hours get in her head. He wanted to tell her how scared he was to see her like that. But, for now, he will just remain by her side in silence. Because it’s not about him. It’s about her. 

For a moment, the gentle voices and touches went unnoticed. Like, they had always existed between them. There were no worries nor hesitations. Just acts. Acts of comfort and care. 

It was still early in the morning, yet their minds were wide awake. In the most peaceful way. Something unspoken passed between them. They weren’t ready to name it yet. 

But it was something real.

—

When the sun had finally risen, Y/N had fallen asleep again. 

The windows were opened by The Queen. Just a tiny little opening to let a sliver of sunlight slip through the room, enough to not disrupt her daughter’s sleep. The King had to go back to his duties, with nearly 50 people already waiting for him in the Palace. He wished to have said a proper goodbye to Y/N when she woke up, but a kiss on her forehead will have to do. 

Even as The King with a family, his duty calls for him and answering cannot be delayed. 

Wonwoo was witnessing all of this firsthand. The memories of his father leaving in the middle of his high school debate came rushing back, still vivid in his mind. The Queen had stayed, and he was made to understand. He did because he had to. The King hadn’t done anything wrong. Wonwoo brushed it off because there was no room for resentment. He knows his father tried his very best. A kiss good night, even if it came at midnight.

And you shared the same experiences too. Similar stories. Maybe a college debate. Or a high school piano recital. But he hadn’t really thought about yours. Only his.

The realization hit him again, for the nth time.. If he felt he was held back then, what about you? What are your what could have beens? What dreams had you shelved? What tears have you shed? He wouldn’t know because all he ever considered was his own hurt.

And now, watching you with your family, he understands his father a little bit more. You and Wonwoo are grown adults already, and yet your parents still worry. Even though responsibilities are demanding with jobs to do and people to protect, love somehow still makes space. 

Maybe this was one of the sacrifices his father talked about. The kind he didn’t notice, until now, now that he’s older. And maybe, this was also love. Not just an emotion romantically passed between people. But something else.

Something that stands in front of him now. In its most genuine, yet most heartbreaking form.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu called for him, pulling him from his thoughts. “Here’s your change of clothes. Your parents are coming today, before Princess Y/N is discharged.”

Wonwoo nodded, accepting the clothes. “Thank you, Mingyu. I’ll inform Her Majesty.”

He made his way to your bedside, where The Queen was gently massaging your legs.

She looked up at the sound of his footsteps and smiled.

“I think you should go to the bedroom and rest, Wonwoo,” she said softly. “I know you don’t want to leave, but it’s best if you get some shut eye.”

Wonwoo shook his head, returning her smile. “Thank you, Your Majesty. But, I’m alright. I just came to let you know that my parents are going to visit the Princess.”

“Oh no.” The Queen’s smile faded into a small frown, not from displeasure but because she's concerned. “They didn’t have to travel that far, love.”

“Well,” Wonwoo said, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I must have inherited their stubbornness.”

The Queen laughed. “Alright then, I’ll have Saera handle it. Now go on ahead, you need to be presentable when they arrive.”

—

Y/N had just woken up when Saera’s soft voice echoed through the room. 

“The King and Queen of Changwon have arrived, Your Majesty.”  

Her heart dropped and panic flickered in her eyes. She hadn’t known they were coming. Embarrassment, then guilt, once again crept slowly down her stomach. She looked around out of instinct, for anything that could fix herself. Her hair. Her posture. Anything.

Before she could fully sit up, Wonwoo was already at her side, gently adjusting her pillows and offering his arm for support. She accepted and muttered a thank you. When she finally looked up at Their Majesties were just stepping through the doorway. She quickly straightened her shoulders and mustered a polite smile. The kind that her mother and her tutors have taught her ever since she was a little girl.

The King and Queen paused at the entrance, exchanging a brief, wordless glance at the sight that greeted them. 

It was the first time they had seen Wonwoo like this to Y/N. Relaxed and focused. Not as a husband-to-be fulfilling an obligation, but as a man who is really concerned and present. 

And they knew that this was definitely not a performative act.

“Your Majesties,” The Queen of Seoul warmly welcomed them as she stood, crossing the room to give them both an embrace. “Thank you for taking the time to come and visit.”

“Of course!” Queen Jeon replied, her voice enthusiastic and genuine as ever. “We’re just so relieved that Princess Y/N is now doing well.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Y/N said with a genuine smile, trying to keep the nervous flutter in her chest at bay.

There was a pause. Just long enough for Queen Jeon’s eyes to flick between Y/N and her son, who still hasn't given his parents a hug. Still standing protectively by the bed.

“Prince Wonwoo was outstanding,” The Queen complimented Wonwoo. “He didn’t leave her side at all. Not once.”

Wonwoo looked down, suddenly bashful at your mother’s praise. The praise felt too generous, making his lips twitch at the corners. Still, he accepted it with a quiet humility.

King Jeon stepped forward, placing a firm hand on his son’s back. “Well done.”

—

A few days after her hospital discharge, Y/N was back at the foundation. And yes, she still took heed of Dr. Han’s instructions to take it slow, to remember to rest and drink lots of water. And with Wonwoo finally starting his first day, she’s more than happy to be back.

Not that anyone needed to know that.

Jeongyeon welcomed her back at the footsteps of the Seoul Foundation building. Y/N saw her bright smile the moment the car doors opened.

“Good to have you back, Your Highness,” Jeongyeon said, taking Y/N’s bag before she could protest.

“Thank you, Jeongyeon,” Y/N said, with gratitude in her voice. 

They walked inside the foundation where everyone carried on with their tasks. There were polite bows and few welcome-backs. She’s thankful they remained normal, no special treatment at all. They just acted like how co-workers would act when that one employee who got sick finally returned.

Jeongyeon opened Y/N’s office door and once she had fully entered, Jeongyeon immediately closed it behind them with a soft click of the lock.

“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you this,” Jeongyeon began, startling Y/N. “But… I think you should know what happened.”

Y/N blinked. “Tell me what?”

“About Prince Wonwoo,” Jeongyeon said, voice lowered. “Mingyu told me how he tried. When you were crashing, His Highness was the first to move. He wanted to take care of you. But, Mingyu had to stop him. Protocol. All he could do was stay close.”

Y/N stilled. 

It’s one thing that Wonwoo never left your side. But finding out he was ready to fight against every protocol and person in that hospital for you? That’s something else entirely.

Wonwoo still acted normal with her. Like nothing happened. Even when his and her parents were around. She didn’t notice any changes with his behavior. But hearing this story now doesn’t only embarrass her more from vomiting on him, it’s also making her heart flutter more than ever.

“Well,” Jeongyeon added gently, catching Y/N’s denial through her conflicted expression. 

She knew what she meant. What it could be. What it really was. 

And to save her from overthinking things, Jeongyeon intervened. “I guess it comes with the doctor in him.”

Y/N suddenly released the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding and nodded. “Yeah. That makes a lot of  sense,” she agreed, smiling a little bittersweet. 

“We’ll pretend that’s what it really was,” Jeongyeon promised with a teasing grin, before handing Y/N the tablet to change the subject. “Anyway, speaking of doctors. Director Yoon scheduled a meeting this afternoon for the medical outreach His Majesty requested. He wanted a project meant to highlight Prince Wonwoo’s profession.”

And just like that, they both let the unspoken moment settle. 

Even though it was very much felt.

—

That afternoon, Jeonghan gathered the core teams that will handle the planning and coordination of the upcoming medical outreach. Representatives from the Community Development Team, Legal Affairs, Medical Team, Logistics and Operations Team, Public Relations Team, and Finance and Procurement were all present for the Week One: Initial Planning and Coordination. Y/N and Jeongyeon attended on behalf of Legal, while Wonwoo represented the Medical Team.

“Good afternoon,” Jeonghan opened the discussion, sitting in the middle of the long conference table. 

Y/N was seated to his right while Wonwoo was seated on his left. The two didn’t exchange a glance or a word to each other, like their warm moments in the hospital didn’t happen. Y/N was busy with her laptop while Wonwoo was busy with his notes. 

Jeonghan looked at Jeongyeon and the girl just shrugged, I don’t know.

“Welcome to Week One of the upcoming medical outreach,” Jeonghan continued, ignoring the awkward silence lingering around the table because of the two professionals beside him. “The King has given us just four weeks to make this medical outreach a success. Prince Wonwoo is here to discuss the target community and range of services that may be offered. Your Highness?”

With that, the people in the room focused, each opened their own laptops, tablets, or notebooks to take down notes.

Wonwoo sat up straight, looking incredibly handsome with his suit and tie. Y/N felt like she was meeting him for the first time again and her longtime crush just sparked once again. But she quickly snapped herself back to reality, focus. Although yes, it was real. She had a crush on him. Still do. Anyway!

“Thank you for giving your time to this meeting,” Wonwoo began, voice steady. “I’m honored to be leading the Medical Team for this outreach, and your work on this will be of utmost importance.”

He clicked on the next slide on the screen. “So far, we have listed down potential target communities in Seoul. These include children in welfare homes or shelters and elderlies in residential complexes.”

Wonwoo paused as everyone began to type or take notes, then he continued, “For these groups, we’re preparing general check-ups, blood pressure and sugar monitoring, flu and pneumonia vaccinations, hearing and vision screenings and more based on the volunteer doctors’ specialization. We will give the final list of services by the end of the cross-examination of volunteers.”

He paused when the Community Development Team raised a hand to ask a question.

Meanwhile, Y/N, suddenly felt warmth rush to her cheeks as she did her best to take down notes of everything he just said. She’s not sure if it’s because of the legal tasks already lining up for her team or… just the way Wonwoo looked while talking about giving care to people. 

“Y/N?” Jeonghan called her, making her stop typing and looking up from the screen way faster than she should have.

“Hmm?” She merely let out a soft squeak.

“Any legal comments?”

“Oh, right,” she immediately realized she needed to speak as well, not just have a crush. “We’ll need to secure the proper permits to conduct medical services outside licensed facilities, especially for procedures like vaccinations and dental works, if any. We will have to coordinate with local health units and possibly the Ministry of Health.”

Jeongyeon and the rest of the group took notes beside her, listening intently. 

She tapped a few keys on her laptop before continuing, “Also, consent forms. Adult beneficiaries or guardian consent for minors must be informed of the services offered, and other privacy and disclaimer clauses. They must consent.”

She took a deep breath and, “Lastly, all medical volunteers will be cross examined diligently to ensure licensing and credentials are up to date. We must make sure from now on that we only accept accordingly within our standards rather than deal with complaints after.”

She glanced at Wonwoo after finishing and unbeknown to her, he was already gazing at her ever since she started talking. 

“Sir?” Jeonghan then turned to Wonwoo, waiting for his reply.

“Understood,” Wonwoo answered. “We’ll prepare the documents you need.”

Y/N nodded, briefly meeting his eyes then returned to her screen once again. 

Up next, Finance and Procurement’s turn to ask questions.

—

The legal team immediately began working on the necessary permits required to make sure the outreach would proceed smoothly and according to schedule. 

Jeongyeon worked closely with Y/N, making sure all documents and updates were uploaded to their shared server for the entire team’s access. Y/N diligently gave her dedication and attention, just as she had always given with every project the foundation undertook.

Once the permits were granted one by one, the team moved forward to screening the volunteers that wish to participate in the outreach. From doctors, nurses, to civilian helpers, each applicant thoroughly underwent background checks to make sure no oversight was made.

Y/N flipped through profiles, page by page, her eyes canning every detail. Took notes of entries that needed to be double checked and put a red post it note on those who did not meet the foundation’s standards. It was routine. Until she reached a name that made her stop:

Myung Eunwon.

--- buy me a coffee? ☕

[wonlouvre]

chapter four: in this waiting, i am yours | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: none in this chapter. please let me know if i missed anything! word count: 3297 author’s note: chapter four ❤️‍🩹 thank you guys for tuning in! apologies for the delayed update 🥲 see you on the next! ✨ ---

The public expressed deep concern for your condition as the Crown Princess', flooding the official channels of the Kingdom of Seoul with heartfelt messages and well wishes for a speedy  recovery. 

Thankfully, your recovery progressed smoothly with no further complications. Dr. Han advised that you stay overnight to complete your prescribed medication. You haven't woken up yet, but the medical staff reassured the family that you’re now resting peacefully and expected to regain consciousness within a few hours. 

Security was tight and only a limited number of people were allowed to come in and out the VIP ward. The entire floor was closed off to all but authorized personnel including Jeongyeon, Saera, Mingyu, and security staff. Their Majesties have decided they will stay and would not leave until their daughter is cleared to be discharged. 

A few visitors were permitted, including Jeonghan, who helped maintain the calm at the Seoul Foundation in the wake of the emergency. He bowed to Their Majesties and Wonwoo when he arrived before using the opportunity to personally report to the King important updates they should be aware of. His visit was a good distraction against the silence inside the room where only sounds of soft beeping monitors were heard.

Dr. Han, along with the rest of the dedicated medical team, checked on you regularly. Nearly every 30 minutes and the family appreciated each update that accompanied their assessments.

Around 3:00 in the morning, you finally opened your eyes and Wonwoo was there, waiting. 

Their Majesties had retired to the spare bedroom just after midnight, but Wonwoo remained at your side to keep watch even though Dr. Han already said that there’s nothing to worry about anymore.

You blinked against the soft light, trying to adjust from pitch darkness. You feel like you’ve been asleep for ages. Disoriented and tired. So, so tired. Wonwoo didn’t rush you, but he walked closer and smiled a little. 

“Hey,” he whispered, softly. “You’re awake.”

You frowned, throat dry and scratchy when you finally spoke up, “What are you doing here? What happened?”

He opened a bottle of water and pressed the remote to adjust your bed, helping you sit up. You accepted the water, strong enough to hold the bottle, and drank from it. You finished the water in seconds. Awfully parched due to dehydration. 

“We rushed you here, remember?” Wonwoo gave you the chance to remember, gently wiping the corner of your lips. 

Ah, right. You closed your eyes at the memory. “How long was I out?”

“It’s been a few hours. But, you’re good. Recovering fast and well.”

You sighed in relief and closed your eyes briefly. “My parents?”

“They’re here, sleeping. Do you want me to wake them?” Wonwoo asked, already standing up.

“No, no.” You stopped him quickly, grabbing his hand. “It’s fine. Later will do.”

Wonwoo looked at your hand. Not intertwined, but the way you held him sent a quiet jolt through him. Even now, even in this moment, he can’t help but notice how smooth your hand is.

“Okay,” Wonwoo promised, allowing your grip on his hand to remain. “You can eat. Are you hungry?”

You shook her head.

Wonwoo sat on the small space at the edge of the bed. You didn’t flinch. You didn’t seem to notice. But the closeness, it’s comforting. It’s grounding. You still felt scattered, all over the place. But his hand, his hand was something steady to hold on to.

And it felt good.

—

Wonwoo gently fixed and adjusted the blanket up to your chest when you requested to go lie back down. He made sure your arms were still out as you preferred. You told him it made you feel too hot even with the air condition on full blast. It’s nearing 4:00 in the morning. The room was still dimly lit by the soft glow of the overhead light. Only the steady beeping of the monitors and the hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. Outside, the sky was still painted a navy blue, showing no traces of the early dawn. 

You two didn’t talk much ever since you woke up. He simply sat with you in the silence of gathering yourself now that you’re fully awake. The medicine is slowly wearing off and you’re now awake more than ever. Your body was still aching. Mostly your throat, sore from vomiting so much, and thirst clung to your tongue. Your mind was slowly piecing up memories of what happened earlier and along with that clarity was the guilt.

You sighed as your head hit the soft pillow. He thought you would sleep again. 

But, what you said next caught him off guard.

“Sorry to ruin your first day at the foundation,” you murmured, almost like a whisper in the quiet early morning. And even with the exhaustion, your eyes still found his own tired yet sincere ones. “I won’t be staying here long, right?”

“You won’t,” he answered her question, choosing his words with care. “But I’d strictly advise you to not overdo it when you get back. Okay?”

You gave him a nod, a quiet promise that you won’t.

“I vomited on you, huh?” You recalled, your lips smiling embarrassedly and more apologetic now.

He also smiled. But, his smile was warm and understanding. “Yeah, you did.”

Your face contorted in a mix of disgust and cringe. “Sorry, again.”

“It’s okay,” he promised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

He wished he could say more. He wanted to ease your worries and guilt and not let what happened in the past hours get in your head. He wanted to tell you how scared he was to see you like that. But, for now, he will just remain by your side in silence. Because it’s not about him. It’s about you.

For a moment, the gentle voices and touches went unnoticed. Like, they had always existed between you and him. There were no worries nor hesitations. Just acts. Acts of comfort and care. 

It was still early in the morning, yet your minds were wide awake. In the most peaceful way. Something unspoken passed between you and him. You  weren’t ready to name it yet. 

But it was something real.

—

When the sun had finally risen, you had fallen asleep again. 

The windows were opened by The Queen. Just a tiny little opening to let a sliver of sunlight slip through the room, enough to not disrupt your sleep. The King had to go back to his duties, with nearly 50 people already waiting for him in the Palace. He wished to have said a proper goodbye to you when you woke up, but a kiss on your forehead will have to do. 

Even as The King with a family, his duty calls for him and answering cannot be delayed. 

Wonwoo was witnessing all of this firsthand. The memories of his father leaving in the middle of his high school debate came rushing back, still vivid in his mind. The Queen had stayed, and he was made to understand. He did because he had to. The King hadn’t done anything wrong. Wonwoo brushed it off because there was no room for resentment. He knows his father tried his very best. A kiss good night, even if it came at midnight.

And you shared the same experiences too. Similar stories. Maybe a college debate. Or a high school piano recital. But he hadn’t really thought about yours. Only his.

The realization hit him again, for the nth time. If he felt he was held back then, what about you? What are your what could have beens? What dreams had you shelved? What tears have you shed? He wouldn’t know because all he ever considered was his own hurt.

And now, watching you with your family, he understands his father a little bit more. You and Wonwoo are grown adults already, and yet your parents still worry. Even though responsibilities are demanding with jobs to do and people to protect, love somehow still makes space. 

Maybe this was one of the sacrifices his father talked about. The kind he didn’t notice, until now, now that he’s older. And maybe, this was also love. Not just an emotion romantically passed between people. But something else.

Something that stands in front of him now. In its most genuine, yet most heartbreaking form.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu called for him, pulling him from his thoughts. “Here’s your change of clothes. Your parents are coming today, before Princess Y/N is discharged.”

Wonwoo nodded, accepting the clothes. “Thank you, Mingyu. I’ll inform Her Majesty.”

He made his way to your bedside, where The Queen was gently massaging your legs.

She looked up at the sound of his footsteps and smiled.

“I think you should go to the bedroom and rest, Wonwoo,” she said softly. “I know you don’t want to leave, but it’s best if you get some shut eye.”

Wonwoo shook his head, returning her smile. “Thank you, Your Majesty. But, I’m alright. I just came to let you know that my parents are going to visit the Princess.”

“Oh no.” The Queen’s smile faded into a small frown, not from displeasure but because she's concerned. “They didn’t have to travel that far, love.”

“Well,” Wonwoo said, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I must have inherited their stubbornness.”

The Queen laughed. “Alright then, I’ll have Saera handle it. Now go on ahead, you need to be presentable when they arrive.”

—

You had just woken up when Saera’s soft voice echoed through the room. 

“The King and Queen of Changwon have arrived, Your Majesty.”  

Your heart dropped and panic flickered in her eyes. You hadn’t known they were coming. Embarrassment, then guilt, once again crept slowly down your stomach. You looked around out of instinct, for anything that could fix yourself. Your hair. Your posture. Anything.

Before you could fully sit up, Wonwoo was already at your side, gently adjusting your pillows and offering his arm for support. You accepted and muttered a thank you. When you finally looked up at them, their Majesties were just stepping through the doorway. You quickly straightened your shoulders and mustered a polite smile. The kind that your mother and your  tutors have taught you ever since you were a little girl.

The King and Queen paused at the entrance, exchanging a brief, wordless glance at the sight that greeted them. 

It was the first time they had seen Wonwoo like this to you. Relaxed and focused. Not as a husband-to-be fulfilling an obligation, but as a man who is really concerned and present. 

And they knew that this was definitely not a performative act.

“Your Majesties,” The Queen of Seoul warmly welcomed them as she stood, crossing the room to give them both an embrace. “Thank you for taking the time to come and visit.”

“Of course!” Queen Jeon replied, her voice enthusiastic and genuine as ever. “We’re just so relieved that Princess Y/N is now doing well.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” you said with a genuine smile, trying to keep the nervous flutter in your chest at bay.

There was a pause. Just long enough for Queen Jeon’s eyes to flick between you and her son, who still hasn't given his parents a hug. Still standing protectively by the bed.

“Prince Wonwoo was outstanding,” The Queen complimented Wonwoo. “He didn’t leave her side at all. Not once.”

Wonwoo looked down, suddenly bashful at your mother’s praise. The praise felt too generous, making his lips twitch at the corners. Still, he accepted it with a quiet humility.

King Jeon stepped forward, placing a firm hand on his son’s back. “Well done.”

—

A few days after her hospital discharge, you were back at the foundation. And yes, you still took heed of Dr. Han’s instructions to take it slow, to remember to rest and drink lots of water. And with Wonwoo finally starting his first day, you’re more than happy to be back.

Not that anyone needed to know that.

Jeongyeon welcomed you back at the footsteps of the Seoul Foundation building. You saw her bright smile the moment the car doors opened.

“Good to have you back, Your Highness,” Jeongyeon said, taking your bag before she could protest.

“Thank you, Jeongyeon,” you said, with gratitude in your voice. 

You two walked inside the foundation where everyone carried on with their tasks. There were polite bows and few welcome-backs. You’re thankful they remained normal, no special treatment at all. They just acted like how co-workers would act when that one employee who got sick finally returned.

Jeongyeon opened your office door and once you had fully entered, Jeongyeon immediately closed it behind you two with a soft click of the lock.

“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you this,” Jeongyeon began, startling Y/N. “But… I think you should know what happened.”

You blinked. “Tell me what?”

“About Prince Wonwoo,” Jeongyeon said, voice lowered. “Mingyu told me how he tried. When you were crashing, His Highness was the first to move. He wanted to take care of you. But, Mingyu had to stop him. Protocol. All he could do was stay close.”

You stilled. 

It’s one thing that Wonwoo never left your side. But finding out he was ready to fight against every protocol and person in that hospital for you? That’s something else entirely.

Wonwoo still acted normal with you. Like nothing happened. Even when his and your parents were around. You didn’t notice any changes with his behavior. But hearing this story now doesn’t only embarrass you more from vomiting on him, it’s also making your heart flutter more than ever.

“Well,” Jeongyeon added gently, catching your denial through your conflicted expression. 

She knew what she meant. What it could be. What it really was. 

And to save her from overthinking things, Jeongyeon intervened. “I guess it comes with the doctor in him.”

You suddenly released the breath you didn’t realize she had been holding and nodded. “Yeah. That makes a lot of  sense,” you agreed, smiling a little bittersweet. 

“We’ll pretend that’s what it really was,” Jeongyeon promised with a teasing grin, before handing your tablet to change the subject. “Anyway, speaking of doctors. Director Yoon scheduled a meeting this afternoon for the medical outreach His Majesty requested. He wanted a project meant to highlight Prince Wonwoo’s profession.”

And just like that, you both let the unspoken moment settle. 

Even though it was very much felt.

—

That afternoon, Jeonghan gathered the core teams that will handle the planning and coordination of the upcoming medical outreach. Representatives from the Community Development Team, Legal Affairs, Medical Team, Logistics and Operations Team, Public Relations Team, and Finance and Procurement were all present for the Week One: Initial Planning and Coordination. You and Jeongyeon attended on behalf of Legal, while Wonwoo represented the Medical Team.

“Good afternoon,” Jeonghan opened the discussion, sitting in the middle of the long conference table. 

You were seated to his right while Wonwoo was seated on his left. You two didn’t exchange a glance or a word to each other, like their warm moments in the hospital didn’t happen. You were busy with your laptop while Wonwoo was busy with his notes. 

Jeonghan looked at Jeongyeon and the girl just shrugged, I don’t know.

“Welcome to Week One of the upcoming medical outreach,” Jeonghan continued, ignoring the awkward silence lingering around the table because of the two professionals beside him. “The King has given us just four weeks to make this medical outreach a success. Prince Wonwoo is here to discuss the target community and range of services that may be offered. Your Highness?”

With that, the people in the room focused, each opened their own laptops, tablets, or notebooks to take down notes.

Wonwoo sat up straight, looking incredibly handsome with his suit and tie. You felt like you were meeting him for the first time again and your longtime crush just sparked once again. But you quickly snapped yourself back to reality, focus. Although yes, it was real. You had a crush on him. Still do. Anyway!

“Thank you for giving your time to this meeting,” Wonwoo began, voice steady. “I’m honored to be leading the Medical Team for this outreach, and your work on this will be of utmost importance.”

He clicked on the next slide on the screen. “So far, we have listed down potential target communities in Seoul. These include children in welfare homes or shelters and elderlies in residential complexes.”

Wonwoo paused as everyone began to type or take notes, then he continued, “For these groups, we’re preparing general check-ups, blood pressure and sugar monitoring, flu and pneumonia vaccinations, hearing and vision screenings and more based on the volunteer doctors’ specialization. We will give the final list of services by the end of the cross-examination of volunteers.”

He paused when the Community Development Team raised a hand to ask a question.

Meanwhile, you suddenly felt warmth rush to your cheeks as you did your best to take down notes of everything he just said. You’re not sure if it’s because of the legal tasks already lining up for your team or… just the way Wonwoo looked while talking about giving care to people. 

“Y/N?” Jeonghan called you, making you stop typing and looking up from the screen way faster than you should have.

“Hmm?” You merely let out a soft squeak.

“Any legal comments?”

“Oh, right,” you immediately realized you needed to speak as well, not just have a crush. “We’ll need to secure the proper permits to conduct medical services outside licensed facilities, especially for procedures like vaccinations and dental works, if any. We will have to coordinate with local health units and possibly the Ministry of Health.”

Jeongyeon and the rest of the group took notes beside you, listening intently. 

You tapped a few keys on your laptop before continuing, “Also, consent forms. Adult beneficiaries or guardian consent for minors must be informed of the services offered, and other privacy and disclaimer clauses. They must consent.”

You took a deep breath and, “Lastly, all medical volunteers will be cross examined diligently to ensure licensing and credentials are up to date. We must make sure from now on that we only accept accordingly within our standards rather than deal with complaints after.”

You glanced at Wonwoo after finishing and unbeknown to you, he was already gazing at you ever since you started talking. 

“Sir?” Jeonghan then turned to Wonwoo, waiting for his reply.

“Understood,” Wonwoo answered. “We’ll prepare the documents you need.”

You nodded, briefly meeting his eyes then returned to your screen once again. 

Up next, Finance and Procurement’s turn to ask questions.

—

The legal team immediately began working on the necessary permits required to make sure the outreach would proceed smoothly and according to schedule. 

Jeongyeon worked closely with you, making sure all documents and updates were uploaded to your shared server for the entire team’s access. You diligently gave your dedication and attention, just as you had always given with every project the foundation undertook.

Once the permits were granted one by one, the team moved forward to screening the volunteers that wish to participate in the outreach. From doctors, nurses, to civilian helpers, each applicant thoroughly underwent background checks to make sure no oversight was made.

You flipped through profiles, page by page, your eyes canning every detail. Took notes of entries that needed to be double checked and put a red post it note on those who did not meet the foundation’s standards. It was routine. Until you reached a name that made you stop:

Myung Eunwon.

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chapter three: was it punishment | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: vomiting, fainting, food poisoning, emergency hospitalization/situation word count: 3.2k author’s note: chapter 3! 🥳 (undedited tho! will work on it!)

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Wonwoo was in Kyoto, Japan when his father, King Jeon, told him the harsh truth and brutal reality of what it meant to wear the crown. Japan wasn’t that far to escape to, but he really didn’t have anywhere else in mind to begin with. He just wanted to be far. Away from everything that’s causing him immense pain. Away from his duty, his crown. 

Far and far away. 

The King was the one who ordered Mingyu to book the immediate flight and have his one and only son stay there when he saw how much he needed the space and time. 

Even only just for a short while.

However, His Majesty, and even Wonwoo himself, knew they had to talk. There was no escaping anyway, if they’re being honest. The family’s decisions on his life remain firm and unwavering. It’s not to be sugar coated and influenced by any emotion other than reverence and responsibility. 

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he’s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

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Update Schedule:

July 5, 2025 - Chapter Four June 14, 2025 - Chapter Three May 31, 2025 - Chapter Two May 17, 2025 - Chapter One May 3, 2025 - Prologue April 30, 2025 - Teaser/Preview

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chapter three: was it punishment | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: vomiting, fainting, food poisoning, emergency hospitalization/situation word count: 3.2k author’s note: chapter 3! 🥳 (undedited tho! will work on it!)

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Wonwoo was in Kyoto, Japan when his father, King Jeon, told him the harsh truth and brutal reality of what it meant to wear the crown. Japan wasn’t that far to escape to, but he really didn’t have anywhere else in mind to begin with. He just wanted to be far. Away from everything that’s causing him immense pain. Away from his duty, his crown. 

Far and far away. 

The King was the one who ordered Mingyu to book the immediate flight and have his one and only son stay there when he saw how much he needed the space and time. 

Even only just for a short while.

However, His Majesty, and even Wonwoo himself, knew they had to talk. There was no escaping anyway, if they’re being honest. The family’s decisions on his life remain firm and unwavering. It’s not to be sugar coated and influenced by any emotion other than reverence and responsibility. 

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he’s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

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