I DEMAND CHANHEE WITH A GIRLY GF

I DEMAND CHANHEE WITH A GIRLY GF‼‼

OMG NO BC THIS LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE. MASC CHANHEE DRIVES ME CRAZY 😵😵😵

CHOI CHANHEE WITH A GIRLY GIRLFRIEND

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First time he met you, the only thing he could think about was how pretty and cute you are. You were both in a cafe, and he was inevitably drawn to you. Was it because of the bows in your hair, the dainty pearls on your neck, or the light and elegant dress you have on? Chanhee has no idea, but oh, how he knows that he’s enticed by your aura.

( He asked for your number then, and you accepted, luckily! ) Weeks come to months and you guys are officially dating! (hurrah!)

Chanhee definitely takes the lead in this relationship! From planning dates, to picking you up, pulling your chair for you, and paying ( you tried to pay a few times, but the man just won’t let you! 😓 it’s okay though, you do your end by batting your eyelashes lovingly at him and holding his arm affectionately after he paid for your things hehe~ 😆 ) your dates’ bills. He even confessed first to you! ( as a man SHOULD. It is their job your honor, I am a firm believer! ) The confession was PERFECT too, by the way. Pink roses, chocolates, and a miffy plush!

Oh, how perfect this man is! He might not look it, but he’s sure as hell strong! ( did you guys see when chanhee carried his members AND his chanel bag at the same time?!?! My nose bled omg ) He carries all your bags for you and even helped you carry your new table in the living space and set it up for you! You fear that you now have a bad habit of not tying your own shoes anymore because the! Man! Does! It! For! You!

Also??? CAN I JUST ADD A SCENARIO?! CHANHEE’S HANDS. They’re so attractive and for what. The way he KNOWS you love it too and always teases you for it! The way he also loves teasing you because you get flustered way too easily for your own good. Just the other weekend, you were unable to reach the menstruation pads because it was placed too high for you and you called him to help you! He asked what it is you need, and you pointed at the pads because it was too embarrassing to say out loud. What happened next was so EVIL of Chanhee to do to you!

“Hm?” What is it you need?” Teased Chanhee, pushing a strand of hair behind your ears. His index finger lingering in the back of your ear while his thumb grazes your jawline softly. You’re way too flustered to say anything, especially with the way he looks at you—or should I say; the way he looks at your lips.

You look away, muttering “Stop it”, way too embarrassed for your own good. His slender fingers move to each side of your face and your chin, bringing you to look back again him against your will.

“But you have to say it for me to understand, baby…In words.” (HE’S A MENACE AHHHHHHHHHH)

“C-Can you please take the menstrual pads down for me..” you barely got it out. But, Chanhee’s satisfied enough with that reply. “See? Isn’t that easy to ask?” He then follows the sentence by giving you a soft peck on your lips before taking it for you, only to leave nonchalantly. (LIKE? HOW DARE HE???)

Anyways ! 😭 back to the main topic… (sorry i get sidetracked a lot) He also lets you play with his hair and makeup because girly activities are SUPERIOR!! I stand by what I say. Monthly fashion shows featuring your and his closet is a must! You know what else is a must? Him giving you his sweaters of course! They’re big on you and warm, so you often use them to sleep ( sorry chanhee, but they aren’t yours anymore! )

Your honor, he knows the sidewalk rule! He also loves holding your waist when walking, that way he wouldn’t lose you! You love the way you don’t need to use your brain when walking with him cause he’s always guiding you. He’s the big spoon in cuddles for sure (you don’t mind, you love being the little spoon and nuzzling your face on his neck) Loves dressing you up too for the day by the way, it’s his favorite morning activity atp.

You know the okokok lalala trend?? He’s totally the okokok to your lalala. He’s attentive and listens well while you babble about your day. He thinks you’re so cute when you do so! You often speak quietly, so he has a habit of putting his head nearer to you when you speak!

BONUS: MEMBERS’ REACTION

Look. Out of everyone in tbz, this boy literally has the most bbg energy out there, so all his members would definitely have expected that his future girlfriend would have been the pants of the relationship! But then,, you come and visit their dorm for the first time, and? Let’s just say they were shocked!

You walk in: pink silk ribbons in your hair, face dolled up, and your cute long dress swaying as you closed the door with a gift basket FOR them.

You know what shocks them even more? How affectionate Chanhee was with you, and how soft he was around you. Like um??? Gf privileges much!!! 😠 They can’t even get him to accept their aegyo and here he is; untying your shoes, carrying your bag, and smiling with eyes that look at you like you carry the stars??

Out of all the members, Eric would be the first to speak up to you, sending you a big wave. You replied with a small wave and a shy “hello.!” Soon enough, all the members surround you and you get slightly overwhelmed. Chanhee notices this and tells them to go away, pulling you into his bedroom.

“See,” he’d say, “you have nothing to worry about. They love you!” You could only smile, flustered. Chanhee thinks you’re adorable, and gives you the sweetest kiss on your cheek.

Sure enough, they did love you. In fact! They kept pestering Chanhee to bring you over nonstop! He says no to them like 😠🤨😒, though….😓😓 pookie’s a very jealous man…

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HAN TAESAN | happy wife, happy life

pairings — idol!han dongmin x idol!reader

warnings — hanging joke, saying marriage but not actually married yet(?)

genre — FLUFF & romance hehe (wc. 789)

note — mentally not the best so im rlly inconsistent but it’s okay for now guys 😎👍 if u have any requests i’d be very happy to make it for u 😘😘 plspls like repost n follow 🙌

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DING! DING! DING!

The buzzing notification sounds echoed loudly in a busy cafe, making some customers look at the victim responsible for these noises.

Said victim hurries to turn their notification sounds off, before checking his messages—only to see 6 missed calls and 14 messages from ‘manager 😫🔥’.

manager 😫🔥: WHERE ARE YOU???

manager 😫🔥: WE’RE THREE HOURS LATE ALREADY!!!!

you: im On the Way!

you: gimme a bit

manager 😫🔥: dont lie. I literally see your location and it isn’t moving AT ALL.

you: okay im actually almost done.

you: seriously, the line’s almost over

you: [picture attached]

manager 😫🔥: fine. Come back faster! We need to hurry up to isac bc u guys already missed the track comp.

you: 👍👍

“Order 1140, Mr. Woonhak!” Called a server.

Nobody reacted to that call for a few seconds, before the 180-ish-cm man jolted, remembering that he was supposedly Woonhak.

(Ever put a name in your order and forgot about it? Yeah, it happens to me all the time.)

“Here!” He replied, coming to the counter in a hurry.

“Matcha cake with pink frosting and custom lettering?” They asked to be sure.

“Yes, thank you so much!” Replied “Mr. Woonhak” as he takes the takeaway-boxed cake and hurried out the door.

He practically jumped in the car (gracefully though) with how fast he was going.

“Yah!” shouted Woonhak, “why’d you take so long!?”

“Don’t you see the line?” Replied Taesan, his eye rolling as he holds the cake with care.

“Yeah but why do we have to go get this cake? Just get it at any other bakery so we wouldn’t be late to ISAC—we already missed the track race!”

Someone (Leehan) suddenly sat up from the backseat, glasses crooked on his head as if he just woke up (he did), “That’s because it’s y/n’s favorite cake.”

“Yeah Woonhak,” butted another menace (jaehyun), “It’s their 2nd anniversary— but of course youuuu wouldn’t understand since you’ve never had a woman’s touch before other than your mom and sister.”

“YAH!” screamed Woonhak.

Thus, another bonekdo quarrel emerge.

(Woonhak lost once again. Give me a dab in the comments; one dab = one hp for our maknae’s patience)

EXCLUSIVE: BOYNEXTDOOR’S TAESAN MISTAKES ISAC FOR WE GOT MARRIED?

In the ISAC 2024, k-pop boy band BOYNEXTDOOR (under KOZ) arrives 5 hours late to the venue, earning some attention from netizens. Onedoors (Boynextdoor’s fans) called them hilarious, especially with that spectacular entrance, consisting of the members wearing sunglasses and strutting in the building as if they won the games (they will then lose really badly in archery) in a proud manner.

Despite the many games and groups competing in the games, what went most viral was surprisingly not sports-related, and we’re here to tell you the scoop!

Boynextdoor’s Taesan is widely known for dating [reader] of [group name] since the very beginning of their debuts. They also went trending many times for that—like a fresh breeze in the very tense atmosphere of idol-relationships. This time, it seems that Taesan decided to take it up a notch with his display of public affection and prove to everyone that romance is very much not dead!

Running in the building—and then sliding on his knees to stop in front of [reader]’s view—before procuring a bouquet of pink lilies for her all the while his very supportive members threw confetti at them!? Gosh, me when! After that, he also gave [reader] an exclusive cake from [reader’s favorite cake shop] to celebrate what seemed to be their 2nd year Anniversary.

Other idols in the building such as ZEROBASEONE and THE BOYZ’s Younghoon gave their support by cheering on the couple—as well as many others. Later on, it was even said by Zerobaseone’s Gunwook jokingly in his group’s vlog that he was jealous of their relationship, haha!

When asked about it later on in a live, Taesan responded that it was simply because it was their anniversary, and he wanted to make it special for them. In addition, he said a catchphrase that went viral— saying “Happy wife, happy life”, despite them not being married yet. [reader’s group] have not yet responded to this statement.

Many netizens are reacting to this viral video, saying that it’s so fresh and sweet of them two—some even joking and saying that “I’m the guy h*nging in the lights behind them” (source) in Tiktok and Instagram. All in all, netizens seem to think that it’s extremely sweet and wishes them both to remain happy and strong in the relationship!

What do you think about it?

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cherie amour | han dongmin (taesan)

synopsis in which dongmin finds himself falling head over heels for the regular that comes into his job (at a vintage record shop) every afternoon.

genre college!au, fem!reader, s2ls (strangers to lovers), and fluff

warnings halfway proofread ngl, kinda has a princess & the pauper vibe (reader is quite privileged & goes to an elite college), quite a few awkward pauses and bashful stares, and dongmin can’t flirt for the life of him

word count 2k

a/n first ff out of the neo realm, hope you all enjoy!

track-list my cherie amour x stevie wonder, can i call you rose? x thee sacred souls, and all i do is think of you x the jackson 5

A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Dongmin’s face. The rickety fan his boss had found from storage was doing absolutely nothing to shield him from the wrath of the summer heat— and the fact he refused to turn on the air conditioning wasn’t helping him in the slightest either.

Despite feeling like he had been transported to the sixth circle of hell, Dongmin didn’t mind his job, it had actually been a juvenile dream of his to work in a place much like this. Somewhere with artifacts filled with history, antique furniture and decor, a devoted community of customers— and surely, that’s what he got following being hired for this position.

But he definitely wasn’t expecting to be overworked as one of the few underlings for his incompetent boss who had inherited the place and having to endure the smell of what could only be described as vintage.

The continuous buzzing of the fan that whirred beside Dongmin’s propped, beat-up sneakers was muffled for a brief moment as in came one of the meager reasons he decided to put up with his job— only, even.

You.

Following the chime on the door, a wave of heat entered the record shop but you graciously came with it, so Dongmin couldn’t really complain. You greeted him with a smile as he hurriedly straightened in his seat and adjusted his posture stiffly. The smile was returned to the best of his abilities, but he’s sure it came off wonky and jarring.

Silently, you waltzed around the shop. It wasn’t very big, and he’s positive you’ve walked each aisle at least a few dozen times but it still had you coming back every other afternoon.

It was ritualistic for you to stumble into the small-scale record shop nestled between an antique boutique and a genuine crystal shop— Dongmin had become hip to this months ago when he had first began working here. Though, it was obvious to him that you had been doing this a lot longer than his time, judging by the way you interacted with veteran staff and even that dense boss of his.

You were around his age, clear from the cardigan you wore that was proudly embroidered in fancy cursive of what he discovered was your home school— the elite college that rivaled his. It had been an initial thought of his that maybe you were an alum and just liked the comfort that the sweater offered but after miraculously seeing you at a rival game between your two schools’ football teams— he knew for sure that you were close in age.

Unfortunately for him, those were the only details he had found on you. Alleged things about you floated around between his coworkers and to his own ears but he ignored them for solid truth. The truth was, you were clearly a devout music lover from a realm he didn’t know of, a school he could only dream of attending, and a lifestyle he had absolutely no experience in.

“Anything new that you recommend?” At the arriose sound of your voice, Dongmin came to a realization that he had been staring at you for far too long.

Under your curious gaze, he stilled. Nearly forgetting to breathe over the fact you were speaking to him. Another fact he had come to realize, is that you enjoyed your solitude. It wasn’t often that you spoke to him outside of your purchase of a vinyl or the rare CD. But when you did, Dongmin always fell into the same trap as if it was happening for the first time again.

“I—uh— what’s your genre?” He knew this already. You had an affinity for 60s music— he came to conclude from the dozen of vinyls he had previously rung up for you.

You hummed, glancing to the spotty ceiling as you contemplated. “I always go for oldies. Anything recent that you like?” As you asked this, you drew closer to the counter where Dongmin was quickly breaking out into a cold sweat over the fact you were verily nearing closer to him.

Your eyes didn’t waver from him, it was clear that you were genuinely interested in his own opinion.

“Well, I don’t listen to too much recent stuff myself, actually.” He managed to respond, not having the capacity to filter his honesty.

Now opposite of him by the counter, you giggled. Dongmin swore his heart skipped a beat, or two for that matter.

“Well, I guess you’re no help then?” Your voice lilted with humor, your head tilting.

“Heh. No, I guess not…” To Dongmin, he was sure your bout of conversation would end here. You would choose something along the lines of your usual, get rung up with some sort of small talk, and go on about your day while he finished out his shift wallowing about how he wished he could’ve said more to you.

“What’s your genre, then,” you squinted momentarily to double-check his nametag. “Dongmin?”

For a moment, Dongmin had forgotten his name was his own. You watched him blink at you for a few beats before visibly collecting himself.

“Me? Well, I like rock— like Nirvana and My Chemical Romance. But I like easy listening stuff too…”

You nodded, “I assumed just as much.”

Dongmin’s eyebrows shot up into his fringe, eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”

An endeared smile etched onto your lips instantly. “Yeah, every time you’re here they’re always playing over the speakers. But I hear the Carpenters every now and then, too. You have good taste.”

Dongmin fought the flattered expression that attempted to spread across his features, clearing his throat in an effort to swallow his excitement. “Thanks.”

You nodded, a silence floating in the air as you two both seemed to wait for the other to carry on the conversation. With the atmosphere starting to feel cramped, you open your mouth to ease the awkwardness but Dongmin thankfully beats you to it.

“We—uhm— actually just get in some new vinyls that I think you might like…”

You visibly perk up at this. “Did you?”

Dongmin nods, his tone coming off a bit hesitant. “Well, you get a rotation of the same artists, I noticed…”

Your laughter eases the weight on his shoulders, he finds himself smiling fondly as you nod your head in agreement. “No, yeah, I do. I guess I’m quite predictable,”

Dongmin shrugs. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I think your music taste is good too.”

You find yourself smoothing a hand over your jacket, flattered. “Thank you,”

“No problem.”

You both lock eyes for a beat longer than expected, your own being the ones to flit elsewhere as could feel the flutter of butterflies swarm in the base of your belly. Dongmin’s gaze on you is only interrupted when you clear your throat before speaking again.

“Did you want to show them to me?”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry,” As if he had been split from a trance, Dongmin lurches back into reality to begin leading you towards a dusty corner of the shop.

A giggle leaves you as you follow close behind. “No worries.”

It’s safe to say Dongmin did not fabricate that the new selections would be to your liking. You find yourself rifling through the crate carefully, multiple familiar artists’ cover arts calling your name. Dongmin can’t help but admire you as you work your way through the vinyls with pure amazement in your eyes.

“Anything catch your eye?” He gestures toward the basket that you were leisurely searching through.

Your gaze shifts upwards to where Dongmin is standing, sheepishly remembering that he was there. “A lot. I’m supposed to be on a budget for stuff like this but— Oh my god! I’ve been looking for this,” you excitedly pull out a yellowed Lesley Gore vinyl.

Dongmin’s amused laughter catches your attention and you roll your eyes at him before shaking your head. “Damn, why’d you have to know me so well?”

“Heh. I can get you a discount, if you’re interested?” Dongmin approaches you, delivering his sentence carefully to test your reaction.

You jerk away in surprise, shocked that Dongmin would even offer to do that for you. But you can tell he’s genuine as he watches you intently awaiting your response. “No, no. I just need to practice some self-control…”

“You sure? I can’t promise that old guy won’t buy up all the Marvin Gaye in here…” You follow his hands as they skim the top of the distressed and begrimed vinyls, almost like a hypnosis.

A huff leaves you, the memories of your elder competition that most likely had no idea was your competition coming to mind. “Shit— you’re right. Okay, fine. I’ll indulge myself just this once.”

You decide to humor Dongmin and yourself, picking through the crate again to remove several LPs that caught your attention. Dongmin nods, finding confidence in being able to bond with you. After you make your final decision, you both head back over to the counter to finalize your transaction.

“You didn’t have to do this, y’know. I’m sure this is actually against the rules…”

“Nah. It’s fine my boss does it all the time for customers he likes too—“ Dongmin realizes his slip of tongue a little too late, his expression reminding you of a deer in the headlights.

“Really now?” You muse.

“Uh—yeah,” Dongmin coughs. “That’s your total…”

Your eyebrows jump instinctively at the outcome, gladly digging around in your bag for your card. “Damn. I’m glad you like me because inflation is killing me right now, here,”

Dongmin accepts your payment and you don’t miss the way he avoids your eyes bashfully. When everything is squared away, your hefty bag in hand, he decides he’s capable of addressing you head on.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around then?” He visibly forces out, internally hoping it comes across as natural (he doesn’t).

You nod automatically but have a sudden train of thought that you decide to take a chance and verbalize. “Actually… do you get off any time soon?”

The boy across from you is clearly stunned at the inquiry, blinking at you a couple times before answering. “Uh— in about an hour, actually…”

“Cool. I’ll be at the café across the street, if you don’t have anything to do that is… I feel like it’s only right that I repay you…” The last of your sentence trails off as you feel you’re rambling on, but Dongmin couldn’t have looked more interested in you.

“No! I mean, I don’t have anything to do— I’m free, yeah.” Dongmin shuffles, setting himself in a pose that he hoped conveyed how nonchalant he wanted to be but was clearly failing to do so.

You find yourself amused with his antics— a bit flattered as well. “Alright then, see you in an hour?” He nods intently while he watches you back away from the till.

“An hour it is.” He affirms, returning the wave you spare him before the shop’s door chimes again. Promptly, your warmth leaves him to the humidity of the shop. But he holds his pose knowing he’ll be engulfed in it once more.

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whispers in twilight

｡･:*˚:✧｡ synopsis: as taesan and you work closely on the guqin, your initial awkwardness gradually fades, giving way to a growing connection that is put to the test when taesan learns of a potential arranged marriage, leading him to make a midnight visit to confess his feelings.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ pairing: taesan han x f!reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡ genre: romance, coming of age ｡･:*˚:✧｡ a/n: this chapter's longer to make up for the last one. i hope you guys love it! there are jumps in the plot. i didn't mark them because they're a bit obvious but lmk if you'd prefer that i mark them! ｡･:*˚:✧｡ word count: 7.3k

✧ comments are appreciated! ✧

The days passed in a gentle blur, the routine of your work shifting subtly with the new project at hand. Each morning, you would wake with the first light of dawn, the anticipation of the day sending a thrill through your veins. The guqin, now in its earliest stages, was the centerpiece of your thoughts, a challenge and an opportunity unlike any you had encountered before.

The first time Taesan arrived at your family’s store to begin the project, the air between you was thick with an awkward shyness. As he stepped inside, you both seemed to hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. Taesan’s usual confidence faltered slightly as he took in the sight of the workspace, the tools neatly arranged, the wood laid out on the workbench. You stood by the door, your hands nervously fiddling with the edge of your apron, your heart beating a little too fast.

“Good morning, Your Highness,” you greeted him with a small bow, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Good morning,” Taesan replied, his tone equally subdued as he offered a polite nod. There was a moment of silence, both of you standing there, unsure of what to say next.

“Shall we… begin?” you suggested, gesturing toward the workbench.

“Yes, of course,” Taesan agreed, moving to the workbench with an almost exaggerated care. As he approached, you both reached for the same piece of wood at the same time, your hands brushing against each other.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” you exclaimed, pulling your hand back quickly.

“No, it’s fine. I didn’t mean to—” Taesan started, his words tumbling over themselves as he tried to reassure you.

You both laughed nervously, the awkwardness between you thickening the air. Taesan cleared his throat, trying to break the tension. “So, um, how do we start? I’ve never really… built anything before.”

You smiled, finding his uncertainty a little endearing. “It’s not as complicated as it seems. We’ll start by selecting the wood. It needs to be just right for the guqin, something that can resonate with the sound but also hold the tension of the strings.”

Taesan nodded, his eyes scanning the various pieces of wood laid out before you. “And how do we know which one is right?”

“It’s all about the grain and the feel,” you explained, reaching for a piece of paulownia. “See how the grain runs smoothly? It’s straight and even, which means it’ll produce a clear sound. And when you run your hand over it,” you demonstrated, letting your fingers glide over the wood, “it should feel smooth, almost like silk.”

Taesan mimicked your actions, running his hand over the wood. “Like this?” he asked, glancing at you for confirmation.

You nodded, pleased with his eagerness to learn. “Exactly. You’re a natural, Your Highness.”

Taesan chuckled softly, his nerves easing slightly. “I’m just following your lead. You’re the expert here.”

“Hardly,” you replied with a shy smile. “I’m still learning, too. But I’ve found that working with wood is all about patience. It teaches you to slow down, to really pay attention to the details.”

“That sounds… peaceful,” Taesan said, almost wistfully. “There’s so much noise in the palace. Sometimes I wish I could just… escape it all.”

You paused, sensing the weight behind his words. “Maybe this project can be that escape for you,” you suggested gently. “A way to find some quiet.”

Taesan looked at you, his expression softening. “I think I’d like that.”

As you continued to work, the two of you gradually found a rhythm, though there were still moments of awkwardness. Whenever you both reached for the same tool, your fingers would collide, and each time, you’d both laugh nervously, apologizing in unison.

“We’re going to have to figure out how to work together without bumping into each other,” Taesan said with a grin after the third or fourth time it happened.

“I’m sure we’ll get the hang of it eventually,” you replied, your smile growing a little more confident. “Besides, it’s nice to have someone to share the work with.”

“I feel the same,” Taesan admitted, a warm tone in his voice that made your heart flutter.

Gradually, as the day wore on, the initial shyness began to fade. You found yourself growing more comfortable in his presence, the awkwardness giving way to a tentative ease. Taesan, too, seemed to relax, his movements becoming less stiff, his voice more assured as he asked questions about the guqin, his interest in the process genuine and clear.

By the end of that first day, you had managed to establish a tentative rhythm to your work. Though you still bumped into each other from time to time, the moments were now accompanied by shared smiles and the occasional laugh, the earlier tension replaced by a budding camaraderie.

As the days turned into weeks, something subtle began to change in both your lives. Taesan, who was once known for his serious and sometimes distant demeanor, became noticeably more agreeable and lighthearted. His brothers couldn’t help but notice the shift, exchanging curious glances during their training sessions.

One morning, during a particularly intense practice, Sungho caught Taesan staring off into the distance, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Taesan, your form is off today,” Sungho pointed out during a sparring session, but his tone was more teasing than critical. “You’re not daydreaming, are you?”

Taesan snapped out of his thoughts, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he realized he had indeed been lost in a daydream about you. “I’m fine,” he replied, a little too quickly, earning knowing smirks from Sungho and Jaehyun.

“Really? Because it looks like you’re thinking about something—or someone—else,” Jaehyun chimed in, his grin widening.

“Just focus on your own training,” Taesan retorted, trying to mask his embarrassment, but his brothers weren’t so easily deterred.

“We just want to make sure you’re not getting distracted,” Sungho added with a wink, causing Taesan to groan inwardly.

But despite their teasing, Taesan couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. His thoughts were consumed by the time he spent with you, the way you worked so diligently, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your craft. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his mind on anything else.

The change in Taesan’s demeanor extended beyond his interactions with his brothers. During lessons, his tutors noticed that his mind seemed to wander more than usual, his gaze drifting out the window as he thought about what you might be doing at that very moment. Even during his zither practice, his fingers would sometimes falter on the strings as his thoughts strayed to you.

One evening, as Taesan sat with his zither in the garden, his fingers absentmindedly plucking the strings, Woonhak approached him, a curious look on his face.

“You’ve been playing that same melody over and over, brother,” Woonhak remarked, sitting beside him. “Something on your mind?”

Taesan glanced at him, a bit startled by the observation. “Just… thinking.”

“About the guqin, or about something else?” Woonhak asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Taesan hesitated, not quite sure how to answer. “Both, I suppose.”

Woonhak smiled knowingly but didn’t press further. “Well, whatever it is, it’s nice to see you smiling more these days. You seem… happier.”

Taesan looked down at his zither, the strings vibrating softly under his touch. “I think I am.”

As the golden light of the setting sun filtered through the palace gardens, Woonhak left and Taesan sat alone with his zither, the familiar weight of the instrument grounding him as he plucked a few tentative notes. The melody that emerged was soft, almost hesitant, as if his fingers were searching for something just out of reach.

His mind drifted back to you, the way your hands moved with such care and precision as you worked on the guqin, the quiet determination in your eyes as you poured your heart into every detail. There was something about you that had captivated him, something he couldn’t quite put into words but felt deeply nonetheless.

As his fingers moved across the strings, a new melody began to take shape, one that was soft and lilting, yet filled with a quiet strength. It was a reflection of you, of the way you carried yourself with grace and dignity despite the challenges you faced. The notes flowed together, each one a tribute to the qualities he admired in you—the honesty in your voice, the gentleness in your touch, the warmth in your smile.

Taesan’s thoughts became more poetic, his mind painting vivid images of you that he translated into music. He thought of how you were like a delicate flower blooming in the harshest of conditions, your beauty and resilience shining through despite the odds. He compared you to the finest silk, smooth and elegant, with a strength that belied its softness.

The melody grew richer, more intricate, as his thoughts deepened. He thought of how Yves Saint Laurent had once spoken of his designs, how he crafted each piece with love and care, always with the women who wore them in mind. Taesan felt a similar sense of devotion as he composed, each note a careful stitch, each phrase a deliberate brushstroke meant to capture the essence of you.

His music was a way of expressing what he couldn’t say aloud—the admiration he felt, the growing affection that he was only beginning to understand. The melody was tender, yet filled with an undercurrent of longing, a reflection of the feelings he couldn’t fully articulate but that were becoming impossible to ignore.

As the final notes of the song faded into the evening air, Taesan sat in silence, the zither still vibrating softly beneath his fingers. The song he had composed was different from anything he had ever played before—more personal, more intimate. It was a piece of his heart, laid bare in music, inspired by you.

He knew he couldn’t share this song with anyone, at least not yet. It was too private, too revealing of the emotions he was still trying to understand. But as he sat there, the last rays of sunlight fading into twilight, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace, as if through the music he had found a way to connect with you even when you weren’t by his side.

Taesan’s heart swelled with a mix of emotions—admiration, affection, and a burgeoning sense of something more. The song was a testament to what you had come to mean to him, a reflection of the way you had quietly woven yourself into the fabric of his thoughts and dreams.

With a final, lingering note, he closed his eyes, letting the music echo in his mind, a silent promise to himself to protect the connection he felt with you, no matter what the future might hold.

Meanwhile, in your father’s store, a similar transformation was taking place. You found yourself humming softly as you worked, a lightness in your step that hadn’t been there before. Your father, ever observant, couldn’t help but notice the change in you.

“You’re in a good mood these days,” he remarked one morning as you adjusted a display of instruments. “Anything special going on?”

You looked up, startled out of your thoughts, and quickly shook your head. “Nothing, Father. Just… enjoying the work, I suppose.”

But your father wasn’t fooled. He watched as you interacted with customers, your usual reserved demeanor replaced by a bright, cheerful energy that seemed to draw people in. There was a subtle glow about you, a happiness that radiated from within, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself, even as he wondered what—or who—had brought about this change.

One afternoon, as you were sanding down the body of the guqin, Taesan watched you with a quiet intensity, his gaze tracing the curve of your neck, the way your hair fell in soft waves over your shoulder. He admired the focus in your expression, the way your hands moved with such care and precision. You were so different from anyone he had ever known—honest, hardworking, and with a quiet strength that drew him in.

“You’re really talented,” he said suddenly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. “I can see why your father trusts you with his work.”

You looked up, surprised by the compliment. “Thank you, Your Highness,” you replied, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “But I still have a lot to learn.”

Taesan shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips. “You’re being modest. The work you’ve done on this guqin… it’s incredible. I’m really looking forward to playing it.”

You felt your heart swell with pride at his words, the warmth of his praise settling in your chest. “I’m glad you think so,” you said softly. “I just hope it lives up to your expectations.”

Taesan’s smile widened slightly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. “I have no doubt it will.”

As the day drew to a close, the golden light of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the workshop. The guqin, now nearly complete, stood on the workbench, its smooth surface gleaming in the fading light. There was still work to be done, but the end was in sight, and the sense of accomplishment that filled the room was almost tangible.

As you stood side by side, admiring the progress you had made, a comfortable silence settled between you. The soft sound of your breathing, the distant chirping of crickets outside, the warmth of the sun on your skin—it all seemed to meld together into a moment of perfect contentment.

In the palace, Taesan’s brothers couldn’t resist teasing him whenever they found him lost in thought. During a particularly quiet evening, they gathered in the garden, the soft glow of lanterns illuminating their faces.

“So, Taesan,” Jaehyun began, his tone light and teasing, “how’s the guqin project going? Or should I ask how the craftswoman is?”

Taesan shot him a warning look, but it only made his brothers chuckle.

“You’ve been awfully distracted lately,” Sanghyuk added with a grin. “Must be something—or someone—keeping your mind busy.”

“It’s just the project,” Taesan replied, trying to sound casual, but the blush creeping up his neck betrayed him.

“Right, the project,” Sungho said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And I suppose that’s why you keep sighing like a love-struck poet?”

Taesan groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re all impossible.”

Woonhak, always the supportive one, patted him on the back. “Don’t worry, Taesan. We’re just happy to see you like this. It’s nice to know you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Enjoying myself? I’m being tortured by all of you,” Taesan muttered, though the corners of his mouth lifted in a reluctant smile.

The brothers shared a laugh, the teasing light-hearted and filled with affection. Despite their jokes, they were genuinely glad to see Taesan in such good spirits. It was a welcome change from the usual seriousness that often hung over him.

As the days turned into weeks, the guqin began to take form, each piece carefully crafted, each detail painstakingly perfected. The work was slow, meticulous, but there was a certain rhythm to it, a quiet joy that came from creating something beautiful with your own hands. Taesan often found himself lost in the process, his worries and fears momentarily forgotten as he focused on the task at hand.

There were moments when your hands would brush as you worked, the brief contact sending a jolt of electricity through your skin. You would both glance up, startled, your eyes meeting for a fleeting second before you looked away, a faint blush coloring your cheeks. It was in those small moments, those quiet, stolen glances, that something deeper began to bloom between you—a connection that neither of you could fully understand, but that was undeniably there.

On one such day, Taesan arrived at the store, expecting to find you in your usual spot, but as he stepped inside, he was greeted only by the quiet hum of the shop. The familiar sight of you was nowhere to be found.

A slight frown tugged at Taesan’s lips as he looked around, puzzled. It wasn’t like you to be absent during your work hours. Just as he was about to call out for you, your father appeared from the back of the store, a knowing smile on his face.

“Looking for someone, Your Highness?” your father asked, his tone light and teasing.

Taesan cleared his throat, trying to hide his embarrassment. “Yes, I was looking for—” he hesitated, then finished with a touch of formality, “I was looking for your apprentice.”

Your father chuckled softly, a sound filled with warmth. “You won’t find her here today. She’s in her room, just down the hall.”

“Oh,” Taesan replied, feeling a bit foolish for not checking sooner. “Thank you.”

With a nod of gratitude, Taesan made his way out of the store and into the small courtyard that separated the shop from your living quarters. The air was fresh, filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze provided a calming backdrop as he walked.

But as he approached the entrance to your home, he heard something that made him stop in his tracks. It was faint at first, but as he focused, he could make out the softest, most pleasant singing coming from the direction your father had indicated. The sound was like a balm to his soul, each note wrapping around him and soothing the tension that had built up from his duties at the palace.

His heart rate quickened as he realized the voice belonged to you. Without thinking, his feet carried him closer to the sound, his movements almost instinctual as he sneaked toward the window of your room. The song was so beautiful, so pure, that it drew him in like a moth to a flame.

When he reached the window, he couldn’t resist taking a peek inside. There you were, standing in the middle of your room, tidying up with a graceful ease that made his breath catch in his throat. Your voice floated through the air, each note more captivating than the last. The sight of you, bathed in the soft afternoon light, was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

Taesan stood there, mesmerized, completely lost in the moment. All the stresses of his daily life melted away as he watched you, your beauty and your voice a perfect harmony that filled him with a sense of peace he hadn’t known he needed.

But then, you turned.

Your eyes met his through the window, and for a split second, time seemed to stand still. Then, in a sudden burst of realization, you screamed.

Taesan, startled by your reaction, let out a scream of his own, stumbling backward as his foot caught on the edge of the porch. With a yelp, he tumbled down, landing unceremoniously on his butt.

The shock of the fall quickly gave way to a rush of embarrassment as he scrambled to his feet, his cheeks burning with mortification. Before he could fully recover, you had already raced to the window, your face a mixture of concern and apology.

“Your Highness, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine distress. “I didn’t mean to startle you!”

Taesan, still rubbing the sore spot on his back where he had landed, quickly waved off your concerns. “No, no, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been spying on you like that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

There was a moment of awkward silence as you both processed what had just happened. Then, almost in unison, you both broke into nervous laughter, the tension of the situation easing with each shared chuckle.

Taesan’s laughter faded into a sheepish smile as he met your gaze again. “It’s just… your voice was so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. I was so entranced by it that I forgot to… well, to announce myself.”

Your cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink at his compliment, and you quickly averted your eyes, shyly muttering, “Thank you, Your Highness.”

Taesan found himself relishing the sight of your blush, knowing that he had been the one to cause it. There was something incredibly endearing about the way you reacted to his words, and it only made his heart swell with affection.

“Please,” he said softly, taking a small step closer to the window, “you don’t have to call me ‘Your Highness’ when it’s just us. You can call me Taesan. I’d like that.”

Your eyes widened slightly at the suggestion, and for a moment, you hesitated, the formality of your relationship still lingering in the back of your mind. But when you looked into his eyes, you saw the sincerity there, the genuine desire for a deeper connection.

“Taesan,” you repeated, the name feeling both foreign and intimate on your tongue. It was the name his mother had given him, the name that held a piece of his true self, the part of him that was separate from the title and the responsibilities.

He smiled at the sound of it, his heart warming at the way you said his name. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude and something deeper, something he was only just beginning to understand.

The two of you stood there, separated only by the thin wooden frame of the window, yet it felt as though a new bridge had been built between you. The connection was undeniable, a shared understanding that neither of you could ignore.

As the moment stretched on, Taesan found himself wondering what it would be like to stay here, in this quiet, peaceful place, away from the palace and the demands of his life. But for now, he was content just to be near you, to bask in the warmth of your presence and the sound of your voice.

And as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the courtyard, Taesan knew that this was a memory he would treasure forever—a moment of pure, unguarded connection with the person who had come to mean more to him than he could have ever imagined.

In the midst of your work, your father quietly observed the changes in you. One evening, as you sat by the window, the soft glow of the setting sun casting a warm light over your face, he approached you with a gentle smile.

“You seem happier these days,” he remarked, his voice soft and filled with warmth.

You looked up at him, surprised by the comment. “Do I?”

“Yes,” he said, nodding. “There’s a lightness in you that I haven’t seen in a long time. It’s good to see.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, the truth of them settling into your heart. “I suppose I am happier,” you admitted, a small smile playing at your lips.

“Whatever the reason,” your father continued, his tone gentle, “I’m glad. You deserve to be happy.”

You nodded, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for your father’s understanding. “Thank you, Father. I think… I think I’m just enjoying the work, and… the company.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Well, keep enjoying it. It suits you.”

As your father left the room, you turned your gaze back to the window, your thoughts drifting to Taesan. There was no denying the connection that had grown between you, subtle and unspoken, but there all the same. And as the days continued to pass, you found yourself looking forward to each new day, each new opportunity to work alongside him.

That night, the palace was lit by the warm glow of lanterns as the princes gathered in the grand hall, summoned by their father. The atmosphere was tense, the usual camaraderie between the brothers replaced by a somber seriousness. The royal advisors, dressed in their formal robes, stood to one side, their expressions grave.

Taesan entered the hall alongside his brothers, his mind still lingering on the afternoon he had spent in your company. But as soon as he stepped into the room, the weight of the situation settled over him like a heavy cloak.

The king, their father, sat at the head of the table, his expression stern as he surveyed the gathered assembly. “My sons,” he began, his voice deep and resonant, “we have received troubling news. Our relations with the neighboring kingdom of Gahyeon have become strained, and tensions are rising.”

The room fell silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Taesan exchanged a worried glance with Sungho, who nodded slightly, his expression serious.

“Our advisors have been working tirelessly to find a solution,” the king continued, “but it seems that diplomacy alone may not be enough to ease the tension. The Gahyeon king has made it clear that he expects more… substantial concessions.”

The word “concessions” hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Taesan’s heart began to beat faster, a sense of unease settling in his stomach.

One of the advisors stepped forward, his voice measured as he addressed the princes. “There have been discussions, Your Majesties, about the possibility of strengthening our alliance through… other means.”

Taesan’s mind raced as he tried to make sense of what the advisor was saying. The words “strengthening our alliance” echoed in his ears, and he couldn’t help but feel a growing dread.

The king’s gaze swept over his sons, lingering on each of them before he spoke again. “One option that has been proposed,” he said slowly, “is an arranged marriage. A union between our kingdom and Gahyeon could bring the peace we need.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Taesan felt his chest tighten, his thoughts immediately turning to you. An arranged marriage? The very idea sent a shock through his system, his mind struggling to process what it would mean.

Sungho was the first to speak, his voice calm but firm. “Father, have we considered all other options? Marriage is a significant step, and not one to be taken lightly.”

“We have considered many options, Sungho,” the king replied, his tone grave. “But our priority must be the stability and security of our kingdom. If a marriage can secure that, then it is a path we must be willing to consider.”

Taesan’s thoughts were in turmoil, his mind flashing back to the moments he had shared with you in the workshop, the quiet connection that had grown between you. The thought of being bound to someone else, someone chosen for political gain, was almost unbearable.

“This is not a decision that will be made lightly,” the king continued, his gaze settling on each of his sons. “But I want you all to be prepared for the possibility. If it comes to it, we must do what is necessary for the good of the kingdom.”

As the meeting came to an end, the princes were dismissed, each of them deep in thought. Taesan lingered behind, his mind still reeling from the revelation. His brothers filed out of the hall, their expressions somber, but Taesan couldn’t bring himself to move.

An arranged marriage. The words echoed in his mind, mingling with the memory of your smile, the warmth of your presence. He knew he had a duty to his kingdom, but the thought of sacrificing the connection he had found with you… it was a thought he couldn’t bear.

With a heavy heart, Taesan finally turned to leave the hall, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. As he walked through the empty corridors of the palace, his footsteps echoing in the silence, he knew that the days ahead would be filled with difficult decisions—and that his heart would be tested like never before.

Taesan could feel the weight of the discussion pressing down on his chest. The mention of an arranged marriage had shaken him to his core, the thought of being bound to someone else, someone chosen for political reasons, leaving him with a sense of desperation he hadn’t known he could feel.

As he walked through the dimly lit corridors of the palace, his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Every thought, every fear seemed to converge on one undeniable truth: he couldn’t let this happen without telling you how he felt. The idea of never seeing you again, of not knowing what could have been, was unbearable.

Without thinking, Taesan turned on his heel and started towards the exit, his pace quickening with every step. He had to see you. He had to tell you.

But just as he reached the palace gates, he was stopped by Sungho and Jaehyun, who had been waiting for him. Their expressions were serious, and Taesan knew they had guessed what he was about to do.

“Taesan, this isn’t wise,” Sungho said, his voice low but firm. “You can’t just run off in the middle of the night. What if someone sees you?”

“I don’t care,” Taesan replied, his voice edged with urgency. “I need to see her. I can’t… I can’t just leave things like this.”

Jaehyun exchanged a glance with Sungho before stepping closer to Taesan. “We understand, brother, but you need to think about this. What if someone follows you? What if they find out?”

“I’ll be back before anyone notices,” Taesan promised, his eyes pleading with his brothers to understand. “Please, just let me go. I have to do this.”

There was a moment of silence as Sungho and Jaehyun considered his words, the weight of the situation hanging heavily between them. Finally, Woonhak and Leehan, who had joined them quietly, stepped forward.

“We’ll cover for you,” Woonhak said softly, his voice filled with a quiet resolve. “But you need to be quick.”

Leehan nodded in agreement, his expression serious. “We’ll handle things here. Just… be careful, Taesan.”

Taesan felt a surge of gratitude and relief as he nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. “Thank you. I’ll be back soon.”

Without another word, Taesan turned and sprinted out of the palace, the cold night air biting at his skin as he ran through the empty streets. The market, usually bustling with life, was eerily quiet at this hour, the silence only amplifying the urgency in his steps.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he pushed himself to keep going, his legs screaming for him to stop, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was reaching you, telling you how he felt before it was too late.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached your house. The lights were dim, and the streets were deserted, but Taesan didn’t hesitate. He tapped on your window, the sound sharp in the stillness of the night.

Inside, you stirred, groggily waking from your sleep. As you slowly opened the window, your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Taesan standing there, looking wild and frantic.

“Taesan?” you whispered, your voice filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Taesan struggled to catch his breath, his thoughts tumbling over each other in a frantic rush. “I… I just came from a meeting. There’s talk of an arranged marriage… to secure peace with Gahyeon. I don’t know if it will be me, but… but if it is, I can’t live with myself if I don’t tell you.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest as his words sank in.

“Tell me what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Taesan’s eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and determination as he took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. “Tell you that… that I care about you. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone. And if I don’t tell you that now, before anything happens, I know I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

There was a moment of stunned silence as you processed his words, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. Taesan’s chest rose and fell with each breath, his heart racing as he waited for your response, unsure of what he would do if you didn’t feel the same.

Finally, you reached out and gently placed your hand over his, your touch soft and reassuring. “I… I care about you too, Taesan. More than I can put into words.”

Taesan’s heart swelled with relief and something deeper, something that felt like hope. “I don’t know what will happen,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “But I want you to know that, no matter what, you’re the one I choose.”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes as you squeezed his hand. “And you’re the one I choose too.”

With those words, something shifted between you, a connection solidified in the quiet night. Taesan knew that whatever happened next, he wouldn’t face it alone. And as he stood there, hand in hand with you, he felt a sense of peace that he hadn’t known was possible.

But the moment couldn’t last. With a heavy heart, Taesan knew he had to return to the palace before his absence was noticed. Reluctantly, he let go of your hand, his eyes lingering on you as if trying to memorize every detail of your face.

You gazed at him, the intensity of his emotions mirrored in your own eyes. His wild and frantic appearance, the urgency in his voice, and the raw vulnerability he had just shown you made your heart ache. You knew the danger he was in, the risks he had taken to come to you, and the thought of him leaving now, alone in the dark, filled you with a deep sense of unease.

“Taesan,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly, “it’s not safe for you to go back now. The guards might catch you. Maybe… maybe you should stay.”

Taesan hesitated, your words echoing in his mind as he looked at you. He could see the concern in your eyes, the way you worried for his safety, and it made him want to stay more than anything. But he also knew the risks—what would happen if the royal guards discovered his absence, the consequences of being found in your home.

He glanced at your face, noting the cute, unsure expression you wore, and his resolve wavered. You were giving him an out, a reason to stay, and he wanted to take it. But should he?

An internal struggle raged within him, each moment feeling like an eternity as he weighed his options. On one hand, he knew the sensible thing to do was to return to the palace, to avoid any unnecessary complications. But on the other hand, the thought of leaving you, especially after everything that had just transpired, felt like a betrayal to his own heart.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Taesan’s desire to stay won out. He exhaled slowly, his decision made. “I’d like to stay,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet resolve.

A small, relieved smile spread across your face as you nodded. “Wait here,” you whispered, before turning and sneaking through the house. Your steps were light, careful not to wake your father who was sleeping in his work area.

The house was still, the only sound the soft creak of the wooden floorboards beneath your feet as you made your way to your room. You slid open the door just enough to beckon Taesan inside, gesturing for him to remove his hwa (shoes) before he entered.

Taesan followed your lead, slipping off his shoes and tiptoeing behind you, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he crossed the threshold into your room, the intimate space feeling both foreign and comforting all at once.

As the two of you stood in the small room, the air between you thick with a new kind of tension, neither of you knew what to do next. The awkwardness returned, and for a moment, you both simply stared at each other, unsure of how to proceed.

Finally, you gestured toward a small cushion on the floor, your voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s sit.”

Taesan nodded, lowering himself onto the cushion while you did the same. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the moonlight streaming in through the window, casting gentle shadows across the space. The intimacy of the moment was undeniable, and as you both settled in, the earlier tension began to melt away, replaced by a quiet sense of comfort.

You began to speak softly, your words filled with a wistful longing. “Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like… to live in a world where we didn’t have to worry about responsibilities or titles. Where we could just be ourselves.”

Taesan’s heart ached at your words, and he found himself nodding in agreement. “I’ve thought about that too,” he admitted, his voice hushed. “A world where I could play my music without worrying about what people would think. Where I could make my mother proud, not because of my title, but because of who I am. A world we could be us.”

Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear. There was something magical about the quiet conversation you were sharing, the way your dreams and fears seemed to align so perfectly. It felt as though, in this small room, you had both found a refuge from the weight of the world.

The conversation flowed naturally after that, the two of you whispering about your hopes and dreams, about the lives you wished you could lead. The more you talked, the more you realized just how much you had in common, how much you both longed for a life free from the burdens of expectation.

As the night wore on, Taesan found himself speaking about the history of music, his voice gentle and melodic as he recounted stories of famous musicians and their compositions. You listened intently, your eyes growing heavy with sleep but your heart full of warmth.

Eventually, your head began to droop, your eyelids fluttering as you fought to stay awake. Taesan noticed and smiled softly, his heart swelling with affection as he watched you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“You should sleep,” he whispered, his voice tender. “You’ve had a long day.”

You nodded sleepily, unable to resist the pull of exhaustion any longer. As your eyes closed, Taesan reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he gently moved a stray strand of hair from your face. The simple act was filled with a quiet intimacy, and as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, he felt a sense of peace settle over him.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he settled down beside you. The warmth of your presence was comforting, and as he lay there, his hand resting just inches from yours, he couldn’t help but feel that, for the first time in his life, he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Sleep came slowly, but when it did, it was filled with dreams of a world where the two of you could be together without fear or consequence. And as the first light of dawn began to creep into the room, Taesan slept soundly, his heart finally at ease.

The first light of dawn crept into your room, casting a gentle glow over the space where you and Taesan had fallen asleep. As the sun slowly rose, its warm rays filtered through the window, softly illuminating the peaceful scene. Taesan stirred, his eyes fluttering open to the sight of you still sound asleep beside him, your breathing steady and calm. A small, contented smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he remembered the events of the previous night.

But as the reality of the new day set in, Taesan's smile faded slightly. He knew he should return to the palace before anyone noticed his absence, yet the thought of leaving you was something he wasn’t quite ready to face. Still, duty called, and with a reluctant sigh, he carefully extricated himself from the warm cocoon of blankets, making sure not to wake you.

Meanwhile, back at the palace, Woonhak and Leehan were already awake, their faces etched with a mixture of worry and mischief. They had noticed that Taesan had yet to return, and with the morning lessons about to begin, it was up to them to come up with a way to cover for their brother's absence.

“He’s still not back?” Leehan asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he peered out the window.

“Nope,” Woonhak replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Which means it’s up to us to keep the teachers from realizing anything’s wrong.”

Leehan grinned, already catching on to what Woonhak was suggesting. “This is going to be fun.”

The two brothers hurried to the lesson hall, their minds racing with ideas for the most outrageous excuse they could come up with. When they arrived, the other princes were already seated, their tutors waiting expectantly. But there was one empty seat—Taesan’s.

“Where is Prince Taesan?” one of the tutors asked, his tone sharp as he glanced around the room.

Woonhak and Leehan exchanged a quick look before Woonhak stepped forward, his expression serious. “Prince Taesan… well, you see, he’s been called away on a very important mission.”

The tutor raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “A mission? At this hour? And what, pray tell, is the nature of this mission?”

Leehan jumped in, his face a picture of solemnity. “Yes, a mission. You see, there was a… a wild boar sighting in the royal gardens early this morning. It’s been terrorizing the koi fish pond, and as you know, Prince Taesan is the best at dealing with such matters. He was called to handle it personally.”

The tutor’s other eyebrow shot up, but before he could respond, Woonhak added, “It’s true. The boar has been particularly aggressive—this one is said to be the size of a small horse. It’s not something that could be left to just anyone.”

Another tutor, trying to maintain his composure, asked, “And how exactly is Prince Taesan planning to deal with this… monstrous boar?”

Woonhak didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, he’s gone to retrieve the royal spear. You know, the one that’s been blessed by the gods for just such an occasion. He should be back… eventually.”

Leehan nodded vigorously, backing up his brother’s tale. “Yes, and we’ve been instructed to tell you that this mission is of the utmost importance. He’s to return only when the koi fish are safe.”

The tutors exchanged incredulous glances, clearly struggling to believe the absurd story but also unsure how to challenge the princes’ account without offending the royal family. After all, who were they to question the mysterious ways of royalty?

“Very well,” the head tutor finally said, suppressing a sigh. “We shall proceed with the lesson. Please inform Prince Taesan that we expect a full report on the state of the koi pond once his ‘mission’ is complete.”

Woonhak and Leehan exchanged triumphant grins as they took their seats, having successfully pulled off the ruse. As the lesson began, they couldn’t help but stifle their laughter, imagining Taesan’s reaction when he found out about the wild boar story.

Meanwhile, Taesan, unaware of the elaborate excuse his brothers had concocted, was making his way back to the palace, a sense of calm and resolve settling over him. Little did he know, the story of his brave battle with a “monstrous boar” would be waiting for him when he returned.

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disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idol. this is purely fiction. m!list | previous | next

HAN TAESAN | happy wife, happy life

pairings — idol!han dongmin x idol!reader

warnings — hanging joke, saying marriage but not actually married yet(?)

genre — FLUFF & romance hehe (wc. 789)

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DING! DING! DING!

The buzzing notification sounds echoed loudly in a busy cafe, making some customers look at the victim responsible for these noises.

Said victim hurries to turn their notification sounds off, before checking his messages—only to see 6 missed calls and 14 messages from ‘manager 😫🔥’.

manager 😫🔥: WHERE ARE YOU???

manager 😫🔥: WE’RE THREE HOURS LATE ALREADY!!!!

you: im On the Way!

you: gimme a bit

manager 😫🔥: dont lie. I literally see your location and it isn’t moving AT ALL.

you: okay im actually almost done.

you: seriously, the line’s almost over

you: [picture attached]

manager 😫🔥: fine. Come back faster! We need to hurry up to isac bc u guys already missed the track comp.

you: 👍👍

“Order 1140, Mr. Woonhak!” Called a server.

Nobody reacted to that call for a few seconds, before the 180-ish-cm man jolted, remembering that he was supposedly Woonhak.

(Ever put a name in your order and forgot about it? Yeah, it happens to me all the time.)

“Here!” He replied, coming to the counter in a hurry.

“Matcha cake with pink frosting and custom lettering?” They asked to be sure.

“Yes, thank you so much!” Replied “Mr. Woonhak” as he takes the takeaway-boxed cake and hurried out the door.

He practically jumped in the car (gracefully though) with how fast he was going.

“Yah!” shouted Woonhak, “why’d you take so long!?”

“Don’t you see the line?” Replied Taesan, his eye rolling as he holds the cake with care.

“Yeah but why do we have to go get this cake? Just get it at any other bakery so we wouldn’t be late to ISAC—we already missed the track race!”

Someone (Leehan) suddenly sat up from the backseat, glasses crooked on his head as if he just woke up (he did), “That’s because it’s y/n’s favorite cake.”

“Yeah Woonhak,” butted another menace (jaehyun), “It’s their 2nd anniversary— but of course youuuu wouldn’t understand since you’ve never had a woman’s touch before other than your mom and sister.”

“YAH!” screamed Woonhak.

Thus, another bonekdo quarrel emerge.

(Woonhak lost once again. Give me a dab in the comments; one dab = one hp for our maknae’s patience)

EXCLUSIVE: BOYNEXTDOOR’S TAESAN MISTAKES ISAC FOR WE GOT MARRIED?

In the ISAC 2024, k-pop boy band BOYNEXTDOOR (under KOZ) arrives 5 hours late to the venue, earning some attention from netizens. Onedoors (Boynextdoor’s fans) called them hilarious, especially with that spectacular entrance, consisting of the members wearing sunglasses and strutting in the building as if they won the games (they will then lose really badly in archery) in a proud manner.

Despite the many games and groups competing in the games, what went most viral was surprisingly not sports-related, and we’re here to tell you the scoop!

Boynextdoor’s Taesan is widely known for dating [reader] of [group name] since the very beginning of their debuts. They also went trending many times for that—like a fresh breeze in the very tense atmosphere of idol-relationships. This time, it seems that Taesan decided to take it up a notch with his display of public affection and prove to everyone that romance is very much not dead!

Running in the building—and then sliding on his knees to stop in front of [reader]’s view—before procuring a bouquet of pink lilies for her all the while his very supportive members threw confetti at them!? Gosh, me when! After that, he also gave [reader] an exclusive cake from [reader’s favorite cake shop] to celebrate what seemed to be their 2nd year Anniversary.

Other idols in the building such as ZEROBASEONE and THE BOYZ’s Younghoon gave their support by cheering on the couple—as well as many others. Later on, it was even said by Zerobaseone’s Gunwook jokingly in his group’s vlog that he was jealous of their relationship, haha!

When asked about it later on in a live, Taesan responded that it was simply because it was their anniversary, and he wanted to make it special for them. In addition, he said a catchphrase that went viral— saying “Happy wife, happy life”, despite them not being married yet. [reader’s group] have not yet responded to this statement.

Many netizens are reacting to this viral video, saying that it’s so fresh and sweet of them two—some even joking and saying that “I’m the guy h*nging in the lights behind them” (source) in Tiktok and Instagram. All in all, netizens seem to think that it’s extremely sweet and wishes them both to remain happy and strong in the relationship!

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