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𝐄𝐐𝟏 ♔♕ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
♔ SERIES PAIRING: king!namjoon x princess!reader (south asian reader)♔
♔ CHAPTER WARNINGS + RATING: sfw, nc17, almost all angst tbh, brief mention of poison, y/n and namjoon are in the midst of a disagreement, honestly a mess of a problem between them, a mess of YEARNING most importantly. ♔
♔ SERIES SUMMARY: namjoon’s hopes for a blossoming relationship between you and him withers little by little with each passing day like a tree’s leaves between autumn and winter. a particular, significant dispute between the two of you becomes the last straw, marking a hiatus in your relationship as you depart his kingdom in favor of home. your husband allows you to spend your winter away from him, promising a return when the flowers bloom again. however, you’ve seemingly plucked the petals out of spring’s first batch of flowers, adamant on staying until your voice would be heard. ♔
♔ SERIES GENRE + WARNINGS: JODHAA AKBAR!AU, royal au, my attempt at something somewhat historical (joon —> king of goguryeo) [ i apologize for any inaccuracies ], angst, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, big cultural differences, sword fighting but make it romantic (if you’re namjoon) [with hints of sexual tension, but it’s a pretty casual fight], eventual smut. ♔
♔ A/N: ITS HERE ITS HERE ITS HERE AAAAAHHH. please enjoy this mess of a period fic i’ve started on. i’m HOOKED on to the concept of king!joon wanting to be a better man for his wife. my biggest hugs and kisses go to @sahmfanficbts & @purpletigertaetae for beta-ing and giving me amazing pointers and @moononthejoon & @sunsetae for letting me vomit out excerpts. but seriously i wouldn’t be publishing this if it weren’t for them. ♔
♔ WC: 5.1k ♔
♔ this falls under @thebtswritersclub’s february prompt for “dishonest love”! will i finish the january prompt in due time?? we’ll see lol. ♔
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♔ CHAPTER GLOSSARY: ♔
mehendi - alternatively called henna, mehendi is a form of temporary body art originating from the henna plant. mehendi cones are used to create temporary tattoos over the skin. for special occasions in south asian culture, women receive mehendi tattoos. in context of the fic, women also receive abundant amounts of mehendi on their body (specifically the arms and feet) when they’re married. [ visual ]
ghoongat - serves as a veil to cover a woman’s face. a ghoongat coordinates with the colors of one’s clothes as well. most importantly, the main purpose of one is to obscure a woman’s face when she’s in the presence of other men, especially those that aren’t her husband. [ visual ]
lehenga - a type of clothing consisting of a blouse, skirt, and a shawl-like scarf, which doubles up as a ghoongat. [ visual ]
Central Square has never looked so colorful and festive, at least, ever since you left home. Or perhaps, maybe it was you who couldn’t see the color.
Returning home after the tense compromise with your newly-arranged husband made you realize how unprecedented it was for you to make the trek back to your home kingdom. This wasn’t in the plans, not at all, which was why every nobleman and townsfolk watched wide-eyed as you returned to the soil of the land you were born in with wide eyes.
“Your Highness, King Namjoon is coming to take you home. In fact, he’s only a few kilometers away. Surely you can not stay in your chambers forever,” one of your handmaidens reminded you. You’d lost count of how many times the same message but in different phrasings were iterated to you in the past fifteen minutes. The more you were reminded of his arrival, the more nostalgic you felt. A stomach-churning, head-twisting nostalgia in remembrance of brief moments that felt like a dream.
Nothing in the world could mitigate the emotions in Namjoon’s gaze towards you from the first time you met him before the marriage had been confirmed. Something as simple as a gaze seemed to resonate in you for eternities.
The curiosity in his eyes as you told him your two conditions for marrying him.
The wonder in his eyes as he gazed at patterns upon patterns of mehendi on your arms, seeming losing himself in the elegant swirls and floral designs.
The warmth in his eyes as he lifted your veil on your wedding day.
The depth in his eyes as you requested your personal space on your wedding night.
The softness in his eyes as he indulged in a filling, delicious lunch, all from your hands.
The flicker of guilt in his eyes when a misunderstanding led to a devastating hiatus in your relationship.
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