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What words mean

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'Omo!' - Often used in Korea instead of 'OMG'

'Annyeonghaseyo' - Polite hello in Korean

'Imnida'- "I am" in Korean

'Pabo' - Idiot/fool

'Hanji'- Ancient Korean word for paper, usually handmade

'Agi'- baby

'Nae Sarang/Salang' - My love

'Cheonsa' - angel

Eomma- mum/mom

Appa - dad

Auspicious - conducive to success; favourable.

Hangeul - Korean written language

Chima- The skirt part of a woman's hanbok

Jeogri- The jacket part of a women's hanbok

Goreum- The ribbon that ties the two sides of the jacket together

Palanquin -  a covered litter for one passenger, consisting of a large box carried on two horizontal poles by four or six bearers.

Samgyetang - Samgye-tang or ginseng chicken soup, meaning ginseng - chicken - soup in Korean, consists primarily of a whole young chicken filled with garlic, rice, jujube, and ginseng. Samgye-tang is a Korean traditional soup for body health. Samgye-tang is a representative summer health food.

'Eolin-I' - little one

Wonsam- The ceremonial robe worn by the Queen dowager, royal concubines and members of the royal court. The colour and shape of the robe differed depending on the position of the wearer.

Daenggi's - ribbon for hair

Beoseon - a type of paired socks worn with the hanbok

The Lullaby - Hey doggie, don’t bark, Our baby sleeps so well, Hey chickie, don’t bark, You’ll wake our child’s sweet sleep, Hush hush our baby, Our baby sleeps so well, A baby more beautiful than the moon, A baby more beautiful than the stars, Hush hush our baby, Our baby sleeps so well

친애하는/ chin-aehaneun - this means dear, but in a loving, kind or affectionate way.

Noona- affectionate term used for men when addressing woman older than them. Sometimes used in couples.

Yeonji- a Korean name for rouge, which was used to colour the lips and cheeks. It could be made from safflower

Chingu- Korean word for friend

Signet ring- A signet ring is set apart from other rings based on an engraved or raised symbol, series of words or letters, or image on the top half of the ring

Gat- The gat, a traditional Korean hat made by carefully threading horsehair and strips of bamboo, was first produced during the Joseon Dynasty 

Norigae- pendants that hang on the goreum of a jeogori or her chima

Cheopji- a traditional hairpin

Gomusin - traditional Korean shoes made out of rubber

Eomeoni- formal and respectful way of saying mum/mom/mother

Gamsahabnida - a formal way of saying thank you

Luncheon- formal lunch or formal way of saying lunch

Angojiki- Angojiki is both a hinged and slideable door.

Chest band- essentially an ancient Korean bra. based off of this

Gongju (공주) -Translates to princess (according to Google)

Chapter Five- Royal Residences Part One

warnings: mentions of weight, AFAB character, mentions of female body parts, references to the weight of M/C, loosely based on my own research of the ancient Korean royalty system, bullying, loneliness, anxiety, money problems, mentions of how other people view characters body

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You made your way to the front, the sound of your name, leaving nearly everyone shocked but your best friend, who had the biggest grin on her beautiful face. No one had expected you to get through, not even yourself. A blush blankets your face as you make your way to the line at the front. A moment passes as everyone waits for the ladies who did not get through to leave the smaller courtyard.

"Congratulations ladies" you hear Hoseok speak, breaking the silence, whilst looking over each and every one of you. You don't know if you were just imagining it, but the tall and handsome man had sent an almost imperceptible smile your way, making your eyes go wide. "Now, myself and Jungkook will tell you your residences, and we will also assign you 2 maids and a manservant for you to use at your convenience"

"Let's start with the furthest away from this little courtyard shall we?" Jungkook questioned, though the question was rhetorical.

"Bae Suzy, You are in the Sapphire Apartment. Along with the manservants, you brought along with you, you are also being assigned Shin Won-ho as your manservant and Kim Tae-Yeon and Chou Tzu-yu as your maids. Please proceed to your apartment"

"Next we have the Chariote Apartment, the person who will be staying there is Han Sun-Hwa. You are being assigned Lee Jong-Hyun, Jeon So-Yeon and Kwon Yu-Ri. Please proceed."

The process carried on.

"Ruby Apartment is for Hwang Yeji, You are assigned Kang Dong-Ho, Ahn Sol-Bin and An Yu-Jin. Please proceed.

"Opal Apartment. Kim Seol-Hyun. Woo Ji-Ho, Son Chae-Young, Cho Seung-Hee"

"Carnelian Apartment. Kwon Eun-Bi. Yoo Ki-Hyun, Lee Hae-in and Lee Young-Yoo"

"Amber Apartment. Choi Mi-Young. Doh Kyung-Soo, Bae Woo-He, Baek A-Yeon"

"Azurite Apartment. Kim Si-Jeong. Lee Byung-Hun, Go Woo-Ri and Park Hye-Won"

At this point, everyone had left apart from you. "Miss Seo, as you were an unexpected candidate, your apartment is still getting ready and the maids needed a few more moments, so we were trying to prolong this for as long as possible. You have been assigned Moon Jong-Up, Ahn Hye-Jin who goes by Maria or Hwa-Sa and Jun Hyo-Seong. I hope that they treat you well. To prolong this even longer as we have not received the signal that they are ready, we are going to give you a tour, are you okay with that?" The pair asked.

"Perfectly." You responded. "It would be my honour" You carried on with a smile. "Please, Lead the way". The two young men smiled at you, before moving down the stairs towards you. Suddenly, you felt incredibly nervous, these incredibly attractive young men were looking directly at you, with no signs of distate anywhere on their faces or bodies. The men took a space on either side on your, Hoseok moving his arms to point the way out of the courtyard. "Do you have a flower that you appreciate the most?" Jungkook asked "Good question Kookie" Hoseok said, the nickname making your eyes widen again, almost not expecting the men to be so close that they were using nicknames. "We might have your favourite here in one of the gardens"

"Cherry blossoms, Chief State Councillor and High Councillor. My most appreciated flower of all is Cherry Blossom." The two men share a look between each other. "That is our Gracious King's favourite, so much that he has a garden dedicated to it, coincidentally, the garden is right next to your apartment" A small gasp left your lips, the excitement evident not just on your face but on your whole body as you turned to both of them, your hands clasping together joyfully. "Really!?! Can we go there?" You asked hopefully. Both men smiled at your excited state before telling you that you could, and led the way, right to the entrance of the garden. There was a small bridge to cross before you would actually be in the park, and you ran quickly across it, accidentally forgetting about the two men behind you. You span round quickly, a giant smile on your face, trying to look everywhere at everything.

"I take it that you like the garden," a voice behind you, which you quickly identified as Hoseok, spoke. "Almost more than anything in the world," You said without thinking. Both men let out a laugh, which made you look at them with a questioning gaze. "You have almost the same reaction as the Good King". This very sentence made you stop in your spot, your face dropping, looking almost horrified to be compared to the King. "Omo, I am not worthy of being compared to our gracious King" You spoke, anxiously wringing your hands together. "My apologies Lady Seo, we didn't mean to make you anxious," Jungkook said. You noticed a young woman run up to the two men and yourself. She spoke quietly to the men, before bowing and turning away. The two men turned to you, smiling slightly "Your apartment is ready Lady Seo, let us lead you there" Hoseok said. Nodding, you spoke gently "Please do lead the way". You bow gently, allowing the men to turn around and lead the way out of the garden that you had fallen in love with, and almost didn't want to leave.

It took barely two minutes before you arrived in front of the apartment. "This is the Emerald apartment. Next to you, there is the Queen Dowager's Garden, you are not allowed to enter that space without her explicit permission" Jungkook stated sternly. "And on your other side is Lady Hwang" Hoseok finished. This made you smile, your apartments here, being closer to each other than the houses in your town were. "Lady Hwang Yeji is my best friend," You spoke gently, a small but warm smile on your face at the mention of your best friend. "We have known each other since we were born, my eomma likes to say that I have two sets of parents, both our parents raised both of us..." you paused, your smile turning into a frown "well my eomma and Yeji's parents, my appa..." you spoke again, your frown becoming bigger. "You don't need to tell us, Lady Seo" Hoseok said calmly, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder. You look up, and into the handsome man's eyes, your eyes slightly blurry with tears, making something flash in Hoseok's eyes. "I feel like I almost need to" you spoke "My appa, he used to be a good man, until he fell from grace, he lost a lot of his respect, and therefore money, and the money he did keep, he used to drink. He would blame me for his drinking, he would tell me it was my fault, that he wished it was I who died and not my sister. Before I left, he attacked me for the first time, he dragged me by my hair to the floor and yelled at me. My eomma, she's a wonderful woman, she grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of the house once she realised he was in my room and harming me. Appa had a bruise on his ear still, when I left for the procession. My bruises still remain intact too, but when I remember what my eomma did, the fire in her eyes, I feel proud to be her descendant" You finally finished your story.

You could see anger clearly on both men's faces. "I know I need not worry about my eomma whilst I'm here, she is as fierce as the summer in the sky in the summer sky." The warm smile lay on your lips, remembering your eomma. "She sounds like a wonderful woman" Jungkook spoke, a smile that could be perceived as genuine if there were someone looking on from the outside in.

"Anyway's my Chief Councillor and High Councillor, I must leave your warm presence and settle myself into my apartments. I hope to see you soon Your Honours. May the sun warm your cheeks, and the food fills your bellies" You speak eloquently, bowing low before the two handsome men, before turning and leaving their presence to enter your apartments.

The apartment that you entered was spacious and homely. In the room stood your friends Chan and Changbin with large grins on their faces, along with your assigned manservant and maids.

"My Lady, Your room is this way, would you like me to help you redress" Hyo-Seong spoke, her hand pointing to an area separate from the room you all stood in. The room was separated from the room you were in by a wall of sliding doors. The entire apartment was decorated in green and brown, the sliding doors were made of oak, and the cloth was painted with the seal of the kingdom in the colours your apartment was named after. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and you knew that if you had any spare time, you would ask your maids to retrieve any painting items they could get a hold of so that you could show this image to your eomma when you got home again. You knew that she would take great delight in your painting, and knowing how an apartment within the royal castle looked and would love the painting even more so, knowing it came from her daughter.

"That would be lovely Miss Jun" you spoke to the woman. She nodded her head as a slight bow, walking to the room you now identified as your bedroom. In the room, there was a large box placed near the window, on top of it was a new hanbok ready for you to wear. "Would you like a bath Lady Seo?" Hyo-Seong asked. You shook your head, a feeling of exhaustion coming over you in a quick wave. "Do you think it would be possible to sleep for a short period Miss Jun?" You asked hopefully. "Unfortunately not, My Lady, there is much to do. As you have reached the second stage, you must prepare for a meeting with Queen Dowager. You will soon also be accepting gifts from the royal family, of which I am unsure, but you must prepare to receive them. We must also start preparing you for your interview, and the luncheon that is happening tomorrow. There is also a Royal Banquet that we must prepare you for. I assume you have attended a banquet before, but a royal banquet is much more different to the ones of the high class" The maid in front of you explained your schedule for the coming potential one to two weeks that you would be residing in a royal apartment.

"Very well, then we must begin," You say a small polite smile on your face. "What's first?" you ask. "First My Lady, we must dress you," she says, returning your attention back to the box that had caught your attention when you first walked into the room. You didn't recognise the hanbok, remembering all the ones that you owned. "I apologise, but this is not my hanbok," you tell your maid "No My Lady, the Queen Dowager sent this. It's the first gift from the royal family." Excitement fills your body, knowing that this was something that the Queen Dowager herself had someone make and be sent. "But only 6-7 were predicted, and I'm not the average size", you questioned slightly, the anxiety that you had felt earlier in the day returning in full force. "The Queen Dowager had this one sent specifically, it was a hanbok she had in her storage, she wore it when she was pregnant with the King. She sent a letter along with it" you were told before being handed the letter

Dear Lady Seo,

The Royal Family apologises for not having anything prepared for you. I did not have a gift prepared for you, however, your crest is a crest that has a long line, and the crest on your hanbok is a phoenix. This was my family crest before I married King Sejong, the King's late father. It was a hanbok I wore when I was pregnant with the King. I hope that it does you well, as it is now yours. Please meet me in my gardens at 3.

Sincerely,

Her Royal Highness, The Queen Dowager Kim Eun-Ji

"What time is it?" You ask loudly, waiting for anyone in the household to respond. "2:30" you hear someone yell, unsure of who it was due to the closed doors between you. You feel your face pale. Turning to your maid you speak again "We must hurry, please call Miss Ahn in, time is not on our side". The maid nods, before running the door and calling in the other woman.

Within 20 minutes, your hair had been brushed and moved into a restyled updo, behind held back with a purple dwikkoji, your under clothes being changed for cleaner ones, and then the gifted hanbok was placed onto your body. It fit almost like a glove like it was made for you. The jeogori was a gorgeous dark purple colour, decorated with golden detailing featuring a phoenix, the goreum was also in an off-gold colour. The chima was a black colour with the same golden detail. Your beoseons were black as well as your shoes which were decorated in the same gold detailing. With a few minutes to spare, your maids applied some basic makeup consisting of plant ash to apply a dark brown colour to your eyebrows, safflower was used to apply a light rouge to your lips and cheeks and cherry blossom petals took right from the very cherry blossom garden you had just been in (it was a perfume that was on the dressing table when you got here, you had just assumed it was a gift everyone received) mixed with water was used to make a delicious spelling perfume.

With exactly 10 minutes left before the Queen Dowager wanted to see you, you left your apartment, your manservant Moon Jong-Up directing you, almost acting as your guard as well as your guide. When you arrived outside the Queen Dowagers garden, which only took moments as you quickly found out was right next to your apartment, Mr Moon stepped aside to let you enter first, before following you slightly behind, allowing you to look like you had found the garden yourself.

It doesn't take long to notice the Queen Dowager, it shocked you slightly when you saw that she was wearing the same colours just the other way around. The lady in front of you turns towards you, hearing your footsteps. She waits at the top of the stairs of the Pavilion she was standing in. Once you reach the bottom of the stairs, you bow as low as possible to the elegant woman before you. "You're early Lady Seo" the woman speaks. "My apologies Your Majesty, I was excited to meet you once again." You speak, not allowing your nerves to take over your anxiety.

“Don’t be, it is a good thing for a woman to have, to have time management perfected, especially for a woman. Especially for a woman who may be the future mother of the kingdom, the future queen.” She says, her very words making you blush.

“You speak of me too highly My Queen,” you say. “I am eternally grateful for your gracious gift. The fabric is the softest thing I have ever had touch my skin. If there is anything I can do to show my thankfulness, please allow me to do it. Would you like some tea, Your Royal Highness?” you ask, noticing the teapot and teacups whilst you were looking around in nervousness. 

“You need not worry Lady Seo, this is no longer a test, you do not need to pour my tea for me,” she says, her voice full of authority, before nodding slightly to a man that you almost hadn’t seen when you entered the pavilion. “You intrigue me, Lady Seo, you are so unlike the other candidates, both in looks and mentality. Most of your candidates, when I had asked them why they were doing this, responded with generic answers” she speaks “For his Royal Highness the King’s happiness, to get to know you Your Highness” she carries on, her voice changing to mimic the people she was speaking about, at the sound of her change in voice you let out a giggle, covering your mouth. “But your answer, it was different, you wanted to make your family proud. This was something I wanted when I was a candidate to marry the King's late father” she finishes, the words turning the mood serious once more. A lady, small and almost meek approached the table, taking the teapot and pouring tea into both the cups on the table, before retreating to her spot against the wall of the garden. “You have a beautiful garden My Queen,” you tell her trying to achieve the once jovial mood the pavilion had a matter of minutes ago. “I spent a few brief minutes in the cherry blossom garden, and I truly believe that it was the happiest moment of my life,” you tell her, allowing the smile to fill your face as your mind retrieves the memory you were talking of. 

“The King’s favourite spot is also in the cherry blossom garden, he begged his father to plant the trees when he was still King, persuading him by telling him that he would propose to his future queen in that very garden,” the Queen Dowager tells you, allowing you a little into the past of the King, who you were yet to set eyes upon. 

Before thinking, you blurt out “Were you scared when you made the application to become the late King Se-Jeong’s wife?” A few moments pass, and just as you go to open your mouth to apologise, the dowager stops you. “I was, in fact, I was terrified, to tell you the truth, I never wanted it, but I needed to do it for the pride of my family. I was lucky that I fell in love with the King eventually, and we had a good, long and happy life,” she answers with a small smile on her face, reminiscing on the memories of her past. “I actually have a few questions for you myself if you don't mind”

“It would be my honour to answer your questions My Queen” you respond, nervousness filling your body even more. 

“The king is very… uh… close with his closest men. Would that be a problem with you?” she starts. “Of course not, if our Great King is happy, then I myself shall be happy,” you respond, hoping your answer satisfies her. She nods, with a small hum of approval. 

“And concubines? What are your opinions on the concubines?” she continues her questioning. 

You pause, this was something you had thought about. “Well My Queen, I have a feeling that if I was ever to become Queen, the other two candidates that would have gotten through, would be my school bullies-” the queen cuts you off after hearing of your bullies “Your bullies are in the palace?” She questions with an eyebrow raised. 

“Yes Your Highness, Kim Seol-Hyun and Kwon Eun-Bi, their apartments are Carnelian and Opal if I remember correctly”, the Queen Dowager nods again. “So what would you do if you became Queen and them the concubines?” She asks, her interest even more peaked. 

“Part of me would want to through them into the dungeons like they had threatened they would do with me earlier today. Another part of me would want all of the king's concubines gone but the biggest part of me wants the King to be happy, and if the concubines make My Great King happy, then I shall live with the concubines.” The Queen Dowager looks almost shocked. “The Kings happiness, at the end of the day, will always be my source of happiness, whether I get through to the final round, or I don’t. The King, from what I have heard in rumours spread across cities and towns, near and far, is that when the King is happy, the land thrives, and the people are well. My family are part of his people, and as well as making them proud, I desperately want them to be happy… even my father.” you tell her.

“Your father?"

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Should i include my puppy as a character in the story. Still as a puppy, but just involve her in it. Let me know what you think!

So my aim when writing TSOTD was for it to be as historical as possible, with creative leaneancy (sp?) for the plot. I'm taking some time, for this chapter, to make sure it's historically accurate as history is something I deeply love, and it is something I think should be appreciated.

I am working on the next chapter, but life is hectic as well, so I hope you all enjoy the next chapter

The Seal Of The Dragon Masterlist

Chapter One - Trials and Tribulations Chapter Two - Taking the Plunge Chapter Three - The Application Chapter Four - Enter If You Dare Chapter Five - Royal Residences Pt 1 Royal Residences Pt 2 Royal Residences pt 3 Chapter Six - The Royal Announcement Chapter Seven- The Move Chapter Eight- Cherry Blossom Courtyard

Extras: What Words Mean Seokjin's Gift Yoongi's Gift Hobi's Gift Jimin's Gift Taehyung's Gift Jungkooks Gift Namjoon's Gift Taglist

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Chapter Five- Royal Residences Part 2

warnings: mentions of weight, AFAB character, mentions of female body parts, references to the weight of M/C, loosely based on my own research of the ancient Korean royalty system, bullying, loneliness, anxiety, money problems, mentions of how other people view characters body

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There will be small blurbs following this for the next few days, letting you know what the gifts they receive from each of the boys, each boy getting their own blurb.

"Your father?"

“Indeed, my Queen” you started, taking a slow breath, trying to work up the courage to discuss your father with the intrigued woman in front of you. “My father used to be a good man. A kind man even. But then we lost a lot of money in one go, and he turned to drink. He would waste away the money we did have every night, and when he would come home…” you felt your eyes begin to water, but you couldn’t allow yourself to cry in front of the Queen Dowager. “The night before I left to begin this process, my father attacked me for the first time” you tried carrying on. The look on the woman’s face turned from intrigue to horror within seconds, flashes of anger passing through her eyes, which she tried to hide away from you with quick blinks. 

“He attacked you?” The Dowager responded, trying to keep her voice stable, not wanting to make you more upset than you already clearly were.

“I had come home with the application and had told him that all eligible ladies had to apply. He did not want me to. He knew the money he used on drinking would have to go towards the preparations, and he wasn’t happy with that. I feel I may have aggravated him slightly however, he had told me that I wasn’t permitted to apply for this process, and I told him that he had no say in it, that the king himself requested it, and the repercussions that we would face if we didn't. And he quickly fell silent in anger. My mother on the other hand quickly began preparations, trying to raise my confidence in myself. We were meant to have dinner that night with a family we were friends with, my best friend, she's even here, as part of the process." you began your story

"She's here?" the Queen Dowager probed

"Hwang Yeji, my Queen" you responded. The Queen Dowager nodded in recognition. Her silence queuing you to speak once again

"so my mother had sent me to my room to begin sorting out my hair and readjusting my clothes for dinner. And that is what I had started doing when I heard a knock on the door. I stupidly assumed it was just my mother, as she's the only one usually to knock on my door. My father usually only spoke to me in distaste, blaming me for his drinking, that it was all my fault, and that he was using this money for my future. I still don't know what he meant by that" you carried on, letting out a dry laugh. The Queen Dowager showed a tight smile.

"It was never your fault. I hope you know that" she told you.

"You sound like my eomma," you told the older woman, looking at her and giving her a small smile, the dowager responding with a similar smile. A small silence passed again, letting you carry on your story.

"Anyways, he had stormed in, his voice was this weird level where it wasn't yelling but it wasn't speaking at a normal decibel. I remember every word he told me that night. Every. Single. One." the tears welling in your eyes again. "how dare you tell me that I have no choice in this matter, I am the parent, not you, DO NOT treat me as a child" 

Remember to take a breath a voice inside you reminded you. So you took a deep breath, continuing your story "He grabbed what was left of the braids that were still in, and yanked on them slightly, and then he yanked it even further and threw me to the floor by my hair" your voice wavered as you began to cry. but you carried on "He began yelling "I am the man of this house" he had yelled in my face" you wipe a tear that had made its way to your chin "and then he continued "I make the rules, not a fat little girl who won't even make it past the first stage" and then his voice returned to normal before he grabbed my hair and told me the thing that hurt the most" more tears fell down your face, you couldn't even look at the Dowager. "He grabbed my hair for the final time and got so close to my face I could smell the beer that he had drunk earlier in the day and said "I wish you were never born, you should have died, not your sister. You're a disgrace" and then he shoved my head into the ground again"

"But, no matter what he has done, he is still my father. I still love him, despite his aggression towards me. At the end of the day, I have always wanted him to tell me that he was proud of me, though I know that will never happen. I just hope that by getting this far, by doing this much, maybe just maybe, he will be proud of me, even if he doesn't say so" you finished. You heard the Dowager taking a deep breath and sniffing slightly, trying to subtly wipe away the tears that had fallen during your story. She turned towards you more and took your hands in her own. A knowing smile on her lips. "I went through a similar thing to yourself before I became the Queen," she told you "my father was a heavy drinker, and although we didn't lose our money, he just didn't treat me the way he treated my siblings. He would always tell me when others couldn't hear that I was a disappointment and that anything that went wrong for our family was my fault" her story began. You could almost picture the woman in front of you, younger and looking the same way you had just weeks before.

"He never physically abused me, the dressers I had would have seen it and reported it to my mother, who would have been beyond furious with my father. My mother never knew about what he told me on a daily basis either. At least that's what I tell myself, it's the only way I can heal" her story carried on, "But when Namjoon could speak, he would always run up to me and call me the 'Bestest eomma in the world' and it was always he kind words that made me so happy and allowed me to slowly heal. Healing is a slow process that only you and time can heal. You are worth more than what your father told you and I hold hope for you and what you can do in the future. I almost see me in you" her words spilt out of her mouth, her hands still holding yours tightly in her own. “Would you like to join a luncheon between my ladies and me tomorrow afternoon?” the Queen Dowager suddenly blurted out. 

“Me?” You responded quickly, shock evident on your face at the Dowager’s question. “Are you questioning me?” the Dowager retorted “Of course not!” You quickly responded “I just cannot believe that you want me to attend an event as prestigious as a luncheon between the Dowager and her ladies. It is an event well spoken of throughout the kingdom” you explained. 

“My dear I was only jesting. I can understand your shock” she laughed “Meet my guards, any one of the four, and don’t worry, I’ll have someone write their names down for you, in front of my apartment tomorrow, they will bring you to the luncheon. Wear something purple, chin-aehaneun, I truly believe that it is to be your colour” she said. “Now, let us finish our tea before dinner is to be served” she grinned, the happy twinkle back in her eyes. She guides your hands back to your teacup and lets go of them once they reached where she wanted. You smiled back, lifting your teacup to your lips, letting the sweet liquid ease down your throat. This had to be the best tea that you had ever had the pleasure of drinking. You look around you, finally taking in the beauty that surrounded you, allowing a content sigh to leave your lips. 

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Anxiety ran through you again the next day when you were ready and leaving your apartment to find the Queen Dowager’s guard. Once again, it took only a few minutes to arrive at the Dowager’s apartment. This time, you walked past her personal garden and to the front of her apartment. And when you did, you saw two people, one man and one woman, both beautiful. 

Before you could reach the beautiful people ahead of you, you heard a voice that immediately changed your mood. 

“Don’t you think it’s a bit desperate to be hanging around the Dowager’s apartment?” Kwon Eun-Bi snarled. 

“As if she would want to even be in your presence” Kim Seol-Hyun continued.

What none of you realised, however, was that the two guards you had previously been approaching, had been listening in to the conversation. And that they would definitely be relaying this to their boss, the Dowager. 

“As fun as this conversation is, I’m afraid I have someplace to be. If you’ll excuse me” You respond, keeping your voice calm and composed despite the anxiety heightening inside your mind and body. 

“Oh please, be our guest” they responded sarcastically. Pretending to be letting you go from their conversation. You begin to move away from them, truly thinking that they were letting you go. But before you could even take two steps forward, one of the ‘lovely’ ladies had stuck their foot out, tripping you over. Seeing you on the floor, they giggled and walked off.

Seeing that the two ladies had finally walked off, the two other people there, ran towards you on the ground. 

“Lady Seo! Are you okay?” A female voice said, making you look up from your place on the floor. Entranced by her beauty, you forget to respond. The woman in front of you becoming more worried about your lack of response. “Lady Seo?” She asked again shaking you out of your trance, reminding you to nod your head. Both of the people standing, let out a huff of laughter at your response to them. The woman, whose name you didn’t know, offered you her hand, and you took it, letting it help you to stand. 

“Thank you, Lady…” you spoke, hoping that she would tell you who she was, that she would take your hint. She smiled, bowing deeply to you before speaking “I am no lady, Lady Seo, my name is Kim Hyun-ah, and this is my husband Kim Hyo-Jong, but everyone calls him Dawn.” hearing his name, Dawn bows deeply with a smile on his face. 

Dawn finally speaks “We're here to bring you to the Queen Dowager’s luncheon. Would you be okay with me using this handkerchief to dust you off Lady Seo?” the man asks, waiting for your consent before doing anything. You nod slightly, a blush covering your face. The man pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and uses it to wipe off the sand and dust that had covered your chima due to your ‘fall’. It took a few moments before he had wiped it all from your clothing. Well, he had wiped most of it, not daring to go near your chest area. He passes the handkerchief to you “There is some on your chest my lady” he says. “Thank you,” you say, taking it from his hands with both of yours, trying to show your respect, not knowing their age. Using it, you wiped off the last of it, that had been laying on your chest. 

“Beautiful Lady Seo” Kim Hyun-ah speaks, a large smile covering her angelic-looking face. “Let us go,” she said, taking Dawn's hand, before briefly turning to you “And please call me Hyuna” turning back, she begins walking towards a building you had not yet been into. 

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The luncheon, once you had arrived, had gone very well. You had even been invited to another one the day after. This process happens for the next four days, each time, you enjoy yourself more and more, allowing yourself to open up about the subjects that mattered the most to you, to the ladies who found themselves resonating with you. On the fifth day, the Queen Dowager decided to skip the luncheon that day, and as much as you enjoyed the luncheons, you desperately wanted to revisit the cherry blossom garden that you had entered on your first day in the palace. 

So this is how you spent your day, happily pondering around the cherry blossom garden. You wore a pale pink jeogori, with a slightly darker goreum. Your chima was the same colour as your goreum, and you had a cherry blossom tree embroidered onto the back of the jeogori, your beoseon’s were white, as were your gomusin’s, though they did have the delicate detail of cherry blossoms engraved across the fabric. You even had a pale pink parasol with painted cherry blossom petals painted across it. This outfit made you feel confident and happy and you couldn’t wait to spend the day in it, walking around the most beautiful place you had ever seen. 

What you didn’t know, was that one of the kings closest men was sitting on a palladiom, painting the scenery before him, before he noticed you wandering around. And before the man had known it, he had painted you, so engrossed in you and your beauty that he didn’t notice that one of his boyfriends had wandered up behind him. 

“I hope you’ve gotten her consent to paint her nae sarang, it’s a bit creepy otherwise” the older man joked. 

“Taehyung! OMO! You made me jump!” the young man said, grateful that his paintbrush hadn’t been on the paper when he had jumped. 

“Sorry Kookie. Your painting is exquisite. You have captured a beauty, I know the other boys will appreciate the… scenery” Taehyung snickered making Jungkook blush. “Anyways, aegi, I have things to do” he grins, his smile boxy. “Maybe you can paint me in with ‘things’” he says before winking and walking off before the younger man could realise what he was on about. 

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Whilst staring across the small lake infront of you, you registered steps heading towards you. Not wanting to be a bother to anyone and risk being kicked out of the beautiful area, you put your head down, staring at the water just ahead of you. 

“You must be one of the King’s candidates. I haven’t seen you yet. What’s your name?” the unknown man said, making you finally look up. ‘What was it with everyone in this palace being so ATTRACTIVE’ you thought to yourself. The man infront of you had deep brown hair, swept across his forehead, allowing you to see his milk chocolate brown eyes that sparkled in the sun. His jaw was as sharp as the swords that the guards around the kingdom carried. And finally, you noticed his large boxy smile, waiting happily for you to respond. 

“Indeed I am sir, Lady Seo, pleasure to meet you” you spoke, your voice surprisingly clear, and after your brief introduction, you bow deeply to the man. 

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady, how is most comfortable for me to address you?” he asks, shocking you into silence once again. The first silence was due to his attractiveness, the second due to his words. 

“Y/N, if that pleases you my Lord” you respond, a gentle smile on your lips. 

“And how old are you… y/n” his questions continue. 

“24 sir”

“Ah. So that makes you my…” his sentence begins, a smirk working its way onto his face “noona”

His words make you cough out a breath, blush taking over every part of your face that it could. 

“If that is what my lord would prefer to call me, i can only oblige to his request” you almost stutter out, making the man throw his head back in laughter. 

“Would you like to go for a walk noona?” he asks, making the blush that had been receding, return. 

“I can’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon my Lord” you respond, your words almost sounding like flirtation. 

“Please, call me Tae” he responds, offering up his arm to the shorter woman. 

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The two thoroughly enjoyed their walk, bonding over various topics, jokes flowing between them, laughter filling the air. They had quickly become friends. 

Before either of them knew it, nightfall had arrived and it was time for dinner in the hall once again. 

“May I accompany you to the dining hall noona?” Tae asks, turning slightly to you, waiting for your answer. 

“The dining hall? Of course you can. I have been looking forward to dinner for the last few hours.” you laughed, your tummy rumbling as a response to your words, making Tae laugh. 

“Then let’s go!” he speaks, before running with your arm still in his towards the dining hall. 

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After every luncheon that you attended over the next three days, Taehyung met you after, taking you on tours of the palace, showing you places you couldn’t wait to see more of in detail. Your days quickly becoming filled with laughter and happiness, making you never want to go back to your home again. 

The Queen Dowager had noticed your quick friendship between the two of you, and had smiled, knowing that if you were chosen, you would fit right in. 

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Today was the day when the ladies would begin receiving gifts. The ladies were gathered in the small courtyard that they had been in during the first stage. Large screens between each set of cushions. On the small stage, sat two seats, one more elegant than the other. 

Standing in front of your cushions, you waited for whoever was to occupy the seats to sit in them. And while you were stuck in your thoughts, a man who you had not seen since the first stage entered, sitting in the less elegant seat on the right hand side of the stage. You bow deeply to him, before standing upright again. Seconds later the Queen Dowager was announced, and she also entered the stage, sitting on the more regal looking chair. Again you bow deeply, waiting for the confirmation that you could rest on the cushions behind you. She nods, and you let out a smile, plopping down onto the cushions.

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Seokjin's Gift

487 words

Seokjin 

His heart suddenly warms when he sees the reaction to a simple pot of moisturiser. 

Then he feels confused about his reaction 

And then he’s smirking, cause he’s the one who made you smile so big

He will definitely tell the boys later on about your reaction to the boys 

Defo boasts about it 

And he will continue to boast about it for 24 hours until it's yoongi’s turn to give his gifts.

He suddenly for some reason feels attached to you

Will definitely watch your reaction over the next few days as you receive gifts from the other boys 

Is definitely the type to get excited if he notices that your smile is a fraction of a bit smaller to one of the other boys presents than it was to his.

That is until jungkook and then namjoon’s, and he knows he’s well and truly lost. 

His heart for sure beats faster when he sees you smile 

On the final day he realises he has a crush on you, and you are the one he wants to get through to the final stage, he wants you. 

He 

Wants 

You. 

Seokjin stands once again. “Today, we are gathered here for you to receive your first gift. The first gift is mine. I hope that you love your first gift as much as you love me” the man says with a wink, walking down the stairs towards a guard who had a cart with eight boxes placed on it. He started with Bae Suzy, gifting her Yeonji, repeating the process for the next few ladies, Si-Jeong, Mi-Yeon and Sun-Hwa receiving their gift with large smiles of appreciation. Yeji is next and she receives camellia oil for her gorgeous black hair. You knew that the smile on her face would be even bigger than her usual smile. The next two to receive their gifts were Seol-Hyun and Eun-Bi, who received plant ash for their eyebrows. Their high pitched giggles of fake happiness make your ears hurt. And finally, Seokjin appears in front of you. “I hear you’ve become friends with my Taehyung '' the man smirks, personally handing you your gift, waiting for you to open it. And when you do, and peak inside, you see a medium size pot of moisturiser with small golden flecks within it. The smile that covers your face, making your mouth hurt. You bow deeply, thanking the man repeatedly. You almost felt unworthy of the gift that you had just received. The gift being the most luxurious thing you had ever received and would be the most luxurious thing that would ever grace your skin. 

You knew that this was something that you would use every day, and never let another person use. This was something that was yours and only yours. You couldn't help but let the feelings of joy, happiness and warmth fill your chest at the gift you had received.

Yoongi's Gift 

795 Words

Yoongi 

Very subtly proud of his gift

He had his gifts prepared before he even met the girls who got through

But he had 3 gifts prepared for his top 3. 

Once he had met you, he knew you were going to get the best out of the three

But he had a lot of trouble choosing the other two to give the better gifts too. 

He only decided on seol-hyun and eun-bi because the eunuchs ‘liked’ them 

But after hearing stories from the other boys who had spent time you, he knew that if he was to win your favour, he would also have to gift your friend something nice, and as he only had 7 gifts prepared, and there was 8 of you, he had a new gift prepared, for yeji 

When he gives you his gift, he has the same reaction as jin 

His heart goes BOOM, fireworks exploding everywhere

Not that he’d tell anyone, he had a reputation to uphold

The very next day, it was Min Yoongi’s turn to hand out his gifts to the ladies, each one staying in the same spot that they had chosen the day before. Again, everyone waited for the Dowager and the man to arrive before they sat down. And once they had, everyone finally sat down. 

“As you all know, I am Min Yoongi, and I am sure that you know why you are all here. Today you receive my gift.” he says, a barely there smile on his pale face. His outfit is much the same as the time before. He wore a black hanbok with golden detailing of a dragon on the edges, his hair in his usual ponytail, and the mesh band covering his forehead. He looked enthralling. You couldn’t stop looking at him.Once he finishes his introductions, he makes his way down the stairs in much the same way that Jin had, although quicker. Again, they started on the furthest edge, Suzy receiving her gift of a hand held fan in black, decorated with the same golden dragon detail on his hanbok. The ladies next to her (Si-Jeong, Mi-Yeon and Sun-Hwa), all receive the same gift. Then it was Yeji, who received a dainty golden ring with the royal name engraved within the band. Seol-Hyun and Eun-bi were next, receiving a dainty gold necklace with a small golden dragon hanging off of the end of it. The looks on their faces when they received it, made it obvious that they thought they were the ‘chosen ones’. Finally it was your turn for your gift. Yoongi stood in front of you, perched comfortably on the pillows before him. 

“Lady Seo, I sincerely hope you find your gift as beautiful as yourself” he told you, handing you his gift himself. You opened the box excitedly to find the most beautiful pair of golden earrings you had ever seen. You looked up with a giant smile on your face, when something shiny caught your eyes. You noticed that Yoongi himself was wearing earrings, and when you inspected further, you noticed that they were almost identical to the ones you were just gifted. In your happiness and excitement, you nearly forgot to thank the man, so you quickly smile at the man, bowing as low as you can, and thanking him deeply and graciously for your present. He nods, and returns to his spot on the stage, taking his seat once again to watch the ladies inspect their presents further. 

Looking down at your gift, you decide what better time to wear them than the present, you were already wearing Seokjin’s moisturiser, why not wear Yoongi’s earrings. Carefully, you take out the small earrings that you had been wearing and replace them with the large yet delicate earrings that were in the box. Once on, you desperately wanted to look in the mirror, but you didn’t have anything near you that you could use. So you sat there happily, waiting to be given the instruction to go about your day again. 

Whilst waiting, someone you recognised as one of the Queen Dowagers guards approached you with a small piece of Hanji. 

“Lady Seo, 

The earrings become you chin-aehaneun. I believe the Head Directorate agrees with me. The smile on his face is one rarely seen. Please join me for a luncheon with my ladies again today. The man who gave you this letter will be waiting for you outside the courtyard should you accept my request to join me. 

And please, call me Eomma. 

Kim Eun-Ji, Queen Dowager of the Kim Empire”

You read the letter quickly, and told and nodded at the man, signalling that you would join the dowager at her luncheon once more. Today felt like a good day. 

Jungkooks Gift

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Jungkook

He is definitely the proudest of his gift 

He had decided on his gift when Tae had told him about your childhood and something that you deeply missed from it 

And he knew his gift would absolutely win you over 

Because how couldn't it?

Unless you were allergic…

And so he definitely overthought his gift 

And on the day he was so nervous, he even blushed more than usual when the boys teased him 

Refilled with excitement from the day before, wearing the gifts you had received, the only gift not being on your person, being Hoseoks as you didn’t to risk breaking it, the gift already means so much to you. The hanbok fit you perfectly as did the accessories that went with it. The whole outfit making you feel like a princess and you knew that even if you didn’t get through to the next round that these gifts would be treasured forever. You had asked Ahn Hye-Jin, who you had quickly become friends with and now called the woman by her nickname Hwasa, to style your hair to include the cheopji you had received. The hairpin accentuated the details of the hanbok and went stunningly with the golden earrings and the ring that she had received the days before. The confidence that you felt when wearing this outfit was unmistakable. 

Walking into the courtyard, you make quick eye contact with Yeji, who sees your outfit and drops her jaw in shock. She had never seen you so confident within yourself before, and she had certainly never seen this hanbok or accessories before. You smile at your best friend and go to sit in your seat before the evil twins decided to make a comment about your clothing for the day. 

“What gives you the right to wear the royal seal on both your clothing and jewellery, who do you think you are?” the taller one started. Your confidence however was unwavering, and you simply smiled. And just as you were about to respond, you felt another presence near you, and that presence spoke. 

“What gives her the right, is the right that she’s the kingdom’s favourite. Something you could never achieve” the unknown voice speaks. Your face morphs from a smile to the same look that Yeji had given you. Trying to regain your composure, you turn to the voice, and any composure you had regained, you lost immediately. There, standing right next to you, with a smirk on his face, was one of the men you had been introduced to on the first day, alongside Hoseok, you had been introduced to Jungkook. He had a face you couldn’t forget. Your breath left you as quickly as your composure had. “Now, if you two… ladies… have finished making your unfavourable remarks, please return to your seats, the ceremony begins in a few moments. Lady Seo, please allow me to walk you to your seat” the tall man spoke, offering you his arm. 

Not having the confidence to do anything else in front of the man whose beauty was as ethereal as the men before him, you nod and slip your hand through the space he had made, and rest your hand on his bicep. With your other hand, you grasped part of your chima, not wanting it to ever get dirty, and also wanted to make sure you didn’t make a fool out of yourself and fall face first. 

Once you have sat down on the cushions for the penultimate time, Jungkook speaks again “I hope you like your gift” his voice becoming more nervous as the sentence continues “I had many conversations with many different people to try and find you the perfect gift” he tells you, bowing low to you before smiling a toothy grin and practically running to the stage. His sentence had you sat there in confusion and shock. How many people could he have possibly talked to? Nevertheless, you are brought out of your thoughts by the same voice. 

“Welcome everyone, to this gift ceremony. I sincerely hope you appreciate your gifts, and I desperately hope that I can get to know you all better” he tells the crowd, and you could swear that he looked at you when he said that, making your heart beat deeply in your chest, feeling it in your ears. “Ah!” he yells suddenly making everyone jump, including you. “I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jeon Jungkook, I am a high councillor for the Kim Empire, pleased to make all of your acquaintances” he finally finishes and tops it all off with a small bow to the crowd.

Unlike the other boys who had walked down the stairs, or taken every other step, Jungkook just jumped off of the stage and almost bounced like a bunny towards the guard who was smiling at the man. The whole sight made a large smile fall onto your face. The happiness and easiness of the situation make your heart warm. Once Jungkook reached the guard he took the first four boxes off of the trolley. The process started once again, the first four girls receiving their gift with large genuine smiles, each receiving a stamp with their first and last names on it, making their gift personal to them. Then it was Yeji’s turn, who Jungkook handed the gift to with a smile almost as large as the one he had given you. Yeji received a rolled-up scroll, but when she opened it, she let out a small happy gasp. Inside the scroll was a detailed painting of a butterfly in purples, pinks and golds, the painting was truly a masterpiece. Then it was the ladies who he had previously supported you against’s turn, each received a very small painting of their family seal. Both receive their gifts with a frown, but do not say anything, and bow to the man. But when they look at the trolley that had been following behind Jungkook as he went down the line, and found it empty, they couldn’t help but let out a small snicker, thinking that you had been forgotten despite what Jungkook had said to them earlier.

And within seconds, Jungkook stood before her, noticing her worried glances at the empty trolley. “There is nothing for you to worry about Lady Seo, your gift is being brought by one of your dear friends, Bang Chan if I remember rightly,” he said before letting out a short but loud whistle that lasted all of around five seconds. And with that whistle, another person entered the courtyard, that person being the man that Jungkook had just mentioned. But chan was holding something that you couldn’t quite work out until he was closer. In his arms, he was holding a small puppy, that couldn’t have been any bigger than the size of your forearm. Your hands fly to your mouth in happiness, not knowing whether to stand up and retrieve the gift or not. “My gift to you Lady Seo, is the gift of a puppy, I spoke with Taehyung and he told me about a memory you had shared with him about a puppy you had as a child whose breed you didn’t know of but described it. So I had some people scour the kingdom from edge to edge to see if they could find a dog of that description, and that's when they brought back this puppy. The puppy had been neglected and left on the streets when she was found, and when she was brought back here, we found out her breed due to some studies that the library had. This happy little pup is a Staffordshire Bull Terrier, she must have been imported from England and then abandoned. But judging by the description you gave Taehyung, this is similar to the dog you had as a child. I hope you love her as much as I-” he cut himself off from his ramble. He then takes the puppy from Chan’s arms and hands her to you. Sitting down on the ground before you, inviting chan to do the same. 

Once he is sat down, he gives a signal to his guards that they must have previously talked about as the guard moves to the spot where Jungkook had stood earlier when addressing them all, and telling them that they could return to their apartments. Most of the ladies do. The first four, linking arms once again, smiling and laughing as they go about their plans for the day once more. Yeji excitedly runs up to you, but noticing the puppy, she tries not to spook it and sits down gently next to you. And finally, the two spiteful women walk past, making sure to glare at the group sitting on the ground fawning over the puppy in your lap. You don’t let their glares affect you, and you happily stroke your new addition, smiling. Suddenly, your hair shoots up like a lightbulb just turned on above your head. 

“Can I name her?” You ask Jungkook, hopeful that she hasn’t been named already. 

“Of course, she is yours after all” he giggles back. 

“Luna” you state.

“Huh?” Everyone asks almost at the same time confused about your statement. 

“Her name” you smile. “Her name is Luna” you repeat, bringing the puppy up to your face and placing a small kiss on the puppy's head. 

Things are good. 

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Namjoon's Gift

1912 Word Count

Namjoon was the most nervous about his gift, he feels like it has to be the best, as he is the king. 

He handmade his gift, so the gift has even more meaning to him 

He knows the person that the eunuchs want him to give the gift to, but he also knows who the boys want him to give the gift to

And who is he to deny his boys what they want, he loves them, and what they want they get. 

So that’s partially what his thought process is when deciding who to make his future queen. 

He also had to compete against Jungkook’s gift, and he knows that JK’s gift will be a hard gift to beat. 

Today is the final day, the day where you find out who goes back home, and who goes on to the final three. Today you decide to wear a pale lilac chima, with a pale pink jeogri, the goreum being the same lilac as the chima, and the gomusin matching the jeogri. You had the cheopji that Jimin had gifted you placed delicately between the braids of your hair that Hwasa had taken her time braiding this morning. 

Everybody in the palace was nervous. It was the final day and you were silently hoping that you’d get through to the next stage. You had quickly become friends with the boys, speaking and spending time with at least one of them each day. Even Yeji was sure you were going through to the next round, but you both knew that it was likely that Seol-Hyun and Eun-bi would also be going through, you just hoped that they wouldn’t. 

Your outfit made you feel so confident, and as you walked towards the courtyard with the breeze in your hair, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment along with the nerves. You kept telling yourself that if you went home today, it wouldn’t be a bad thing, you’d get to see your family again, and you even had your new puppy. But there was also a sense of sadness in your heart, that if you went home you wouldn’t get to talk to the boys every day like you had been all week, you wouldn’t have your luncheons with the Queen Dowager and her ladies, your days would feel meaningless compared to what they have been. 

Lost in your thoughts, you arrived at the courtyard entrance quicker than expected, and it took a call from your best friend Yeji to bring you back into the world. Hearing her yell, you look up at her, and see her wearing an outfit similar to your own, just with the colours the other way. This wasn’t something that you had planned, but it brought a giant smile to your lips anyway. She was wearing the jewellery gifts that she had received, much like yourself and you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh at how similar the two of you were. 

“Are you ready for the last gift-giving ceremony?” Yeji asks, linking her arm with yours once you reached her. “Ready as I could ever be” you respond, smiling at her happy face. The two of you keep your arms latched as you walk to your spots for the final time. You walk Yeji to her spot and then walk past the two spiteful women in their spots on the way back. You hear them snicker, but you are feeling too good about yourself today to let them get to you. 

Just moments after you sat down, the guards arrived, announcing the king's arrival. This was the first time any of you were going to be seeing the King, and you couldn’t help but feel both nervous and excited. 

“Please stand for the entrance of His Royal Highness, King Kim Namjoon” the guards yelled in sync, followed by everyone listening to the command and standing. A tall man walked into the courtyard, surrounded by men in black and red uniforms. This uniform was different to any of the other uniforms that you had seen the guards wearing, the only place you had seen guards with a similar uniform was in the queen dowager’s quarters. The man himself was the most attractive man you had ever seen. He had slightly long black hair that framed his face perfectly, slightly larger brown eyes and a jawline that could cut a piece of ramen right in half. He had large shoulders and a broad chest, and his lips… His lips were plump like the pillows provided in your rooms.  This man was attractive beyond any belief. And you’re pulled from your adoration but your mother’s voice in your head telling you to bow. 

As gracefully as you can, you place yourself on your knees. Pushing your hands in front of you and putting yourself in the most respectful bow you possibly can. Little do you know that this doesn’t go unnoticed by the king himself, and he tries to smile as subtly as he can. The realisation hits him as to why his boys adore you so much. He looks across at all the other girls and see’s them on their knees, heads bowed, noticing that not even the eunuch’s favourites were bowing as respectfully as you. This brings an evident smirk to his face, which he doesn’t bother to hide. 

“Welcome to the final gift-giving ceremony” the man speaks. And before you can stop it you find yourself thinking that even his voice is attractive, but you don’t let yourself stay in that thought for too long, and you pull your attention back to the king and his words. “Thank you all for being patient with us whilst we held the interviews. After everyone has received the gifts, I will be back to announce those of you who will be going home. I sincerely hope that you have all enjoyed your time here and please accept my deepest gratitude for your attendance.” He bows his head slightly towards the crowd. 

He waits for his guards to take the stairs down first, before following them and walking over to the first lady, gifting her a box, telling her that the box was filled with his favourite cakes and sweets handmade by his cooks”. He repeats this with the next three ladies. Then it’s Yeji’s turn, and he hands her a long thin box, inside of it is a butterfly necklace, and he smiles slightly at the thought of when the boys had come in talking about you and winning you over by befriending your best friend. Even his mother had talked about you and your friendship with Yeji, so he knew that this gift to her had to mean something. 

The next two ladies were the ones he dreaded the most Seol-Hyun and Eun-Bi. They may have been the eunuch's favourites but nobody else in the palace liked them. His mother had been told by her ladies that they had heard them bullying you, even the boys had heard them bullying you. He had even heard his maids talking about them, one of them even crying after being yelled at by them. He didn’t want them in the palace any longer but he knew he had to keep his eunuchs happy in some way. And it wasn’t that the eunuchs didn’t like you, they enjoyed your presence in the palace, and the happiness it seemed to bring the palace, it was that the other ladies were of a higher class than you, and they knew that had better training. 

Walking slightly slower than he should of, he walked to their tents. Gifting them each a small hairpin with their respective family animals made out of gold. He saw their smirks as they received their gifts, and he couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling in his stomach and a frown place itself on his lips. But that feeling changed to nerves when he knew that your tent was next. 

Arriving at your tent, he sees you bowing as low to the ground as possible once again. The frown changed to a smile in an instant. And he used his right hand to beckon to his guards to bring your gift in. The guards jumped to attention and left the courtyard, coming back moments later with a large bookcase made from rosewood. He stood to the side so that the guards could place it in front of you, and watched your reaction. 

You were confused when the king came to your tent without the guard following behind him with the trolley filled with gifts. Your anxiety filled you until you saw the King beckon his guards to do something with his right hand. And your thoughts left you again, as you thought once again at how attractive that simple movement was. Your heart filled with excitement and joy when you saw what they brought in and placed in front of you. A smile filled your face almost immediately. You adored your books, and to finally have something beautiful to put them on made your heart soar. 

“I built it myself,” the king says almost nervously “I wanted my future wife to have something that I made from hand. I am known as clumsy, so it’s also partially to show that not everything I touch, I break” he jokes.  

A laugh leaves your lips as a tear leaves your eye. “Goodness, do you not like it? I can get the guards to take it back if you don’t like it” he rambles, and you quickly rise to your feet so you stand before the man. 

“NO!” you accidentally yell, your face falling once you realise your mistake. “My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to offend His Highness by raising my voice. I love this gift, I have a mountain of books at home that are piling up like my very own mountain” you speak, trying to make the king laugh, and succeeding. The man smiles and goes to walk back to the stage, but before he can leave the tent, you call out to him “Wait!”. The man turns around, shock gracing his handsome features slightly. “Did you say future wife?” you almost whisper. 

Namjoon smirks and turns around once again, walking back to the stage. 

“Now that the gifts have been handed out, it’s time to announce who will be proceeding to the next stage. If I announce your name, you are to leave in three days, but you are to return for the royal wedding in two months. You will receive formal invites.” The king announces before receiving a piece of hanji from one of his guards. 

“ Bae Suzy”

“ Kim Si-Jeong”

“ Cho Mi-Yeon”

“Han Sun-Hwa” 

“That will be all for going home. However, I know that five people are meant to go home. Hwang Yeji, you will be staying here to accompany Seo Y/N” He speaks  “Finally, Seo Y/N, Kim Seol Hyun and Kwon Eun-Bi. The three of you are through to the final stage. However, I have already decided on my future bride. But I will not announce that until the banquet in two days. The seven of you are all invited and your attendance is compulsory. I look forward to seeing you there.” The king announces, before bowing his head slightly once more and leaving the courtyard.

But he makes sure to connect with your eyes before leaving, sending you a knowing smile. 

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Hey guys,

I am so sorry for not posting, when I thought my health was getting better, it wasn't so it took me a bit longer to get back on my feet. The next chapter shouldn't be too much longer and will be much longer than the blurbs. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy this! If you would like to be added to either taglist, please let me know

Another update should be up by the end of the week. I was in hospital yesterday ( they thought it was appendicitis, but now they're currently thinking that it's due to my medication, so they've added more medication...). There has also been lots of birthdays this week, but I promise there will be an extra long chapter coming out by the end of the week to make up for it!

I'm so sorry.

I have been trying so hard over the last few days to write a chapter for you, but I'm either having writers block or something comes up. I desperately want to get a chapter out for you all as you deserve it, but I'm struggling at the moment

Chapter 5 - Part 3- Royal Residences

Warnings: female identifying character, brief mentions of nudity, bullying, a heck load of fluff and clothing envy (at least for me)

Word Count: 3.8k

It was knowing that the banquet was in two days that filled you with nerves and excitement. Knowing that you were in the final three, filled you with dread and joy. On one hand, you had come to make friends with plenty of the people in the palace and not being able to see them again as easily as you had been, made your heart hurt. But on the other hand, if you weren’t chosen, you would become a concubine and would never be able to find the love that you deserved as you would be branded the king’s woman. Another thing that you knew, if you were to become a concubine, was that the women who had caused you so much annoyance and hurt in your life, would be the queen, and they would get rid of you, right to the lowest position, and you would be stuck at the bottom of the pile for the rest of your life. This scared you more than you thought it did, and as the thoughts came to your head, so did the realisation of where you were. So, you tried to distract yourself, thinking about all of the good times that you had, especially that day. You had finally met the king! 

The thought of the king brought a gentle smile to your face, a blush blanketing your already rosy cheeks. You couldn’t help but look at the bookshelf that had been placed in your apartment before you even got home. Some of your other gifts lay around it, such as your hanbok and accessories, and even some of the gifts that the Queen Dowager had gifted you during your days together. 

 *a few days before * 

Today, you were meeting with the Queen Dowager and her ladies again for a meeting. These events had quickly become something that you deeply enjoyed and looked forward to. You received a note from her this morning, letting you know that she wanted to have a separate meeting with you after the meeting, and letting you know that she wanted to have the luncheon with just you. To which you of course obliged, sending a quick letter back, alerting the Queen Dowager that you were excited and would meet her later. 

The meeting ended quicker than you had expected and before you knew it, you were back in the cherry blossom garden, in the palladium that overlooked the small lake that sat in the middle, sat across from the Queen Dowager. You had decided today that there was no better day than to wear the hanbok that she had gifted to you, allowing the both of you to reminisce on the memories of the past two weeks. You had spent plenty of time together whether it be luncheons or part of the process. You could even say that you were closer with the Queen Dowager than you were with your family members. 

“I have another gift for you, chin-aehaneun. I hope that you love it as much as I loved it. It was the wedding outfit I wore when I married Namjoon’s father.” The older woman speaks, beckoning a number of servants towards the two of you, each holding a box and placing it at your feet. Before thinking about your actions, you leapt up and moved towards the woman, throwing your arms around her. 

“eomeoni gamsahabnida, I can’t thank you enough for this, but surely it should go to the future queen?” you spoke, still hugging the woman as she hugged you back. However, at the end of the sentence she pulled back and looked at you before speaking “ttal, you have passed the interviews, and I know that you are a favourite of all of the boys, I have a feeling that you will be wearing that hanbok, should you choose to, within a few months” you couldn’t help but let the tears fill up in your eyes, never having felt as loved and welcomed as you had been the last two weeks. 

Memories of the past two weeks began to come to you one by one, each bringing a smile to your face. Remembering meeting each of the boys, from the youngest to the oldest. It didn’t matter what situation you had met them in, every time you met them, happiness overpowered wherever you were. You remembered walking through the gardens with your best friend Yeji, and wandering the library with the cat-like Yoongi. Nearly every moment that you had spent in the royal grounds was a happy one, and to think of leaving it, leaving those people, made you feel sick to your stomach. 

A knock at the door to your chambers brought you out of your memories. You quickly shook your head and stood, racing to your front door, wondering who could possibly be at your door. It wasn’t like it was late or anything, you just weren’t expecting anyone till later on, when you were expecting your best friend Yeji to arrive to sleep over. Opening up the door, you saw one of the servants that followed Kim Namjoon around, tending to his requests. He stood there in a monochrome white outfit, each piece of white clothing being a different white to the rest. In his hands, he held a large black box with gold dragon details engraved and painted onto the sides. The man was red in the face and it was a stark contrast to his outfit, the colour only returning to his face once he had placed the box down just inside the door to your chamber. “This is a gift from the King and his closest companions, they request that you wear it to the banquet in 2 days time” he tells you before bowing and retreating. You call out to Chan and Changbin hoping that one of them would be in your chamber, resting in their rooms, and to your luck, both men were in. All it took was a smile and a point to the box for them to understand what you were asking of them. 

Once the box was in your room, you eagerly opened the lid, not expecting what was inside the box. It had to be the most beautiful piece of clothing that you had ever seen, even more beautiful than the previous hanbok that you had been gifted. At the top of the box there was a crimson red jeogori, the goreum being an almost shiny golden material with dragons embroidered into the ribbon. The jeogori itself had threads of gold stitched into it, so that when the light shined onto it the right way, it was an even more stunning sight to behold.  Pulling out the jeogori out of the box, you place it carefully to the side on a spare cushion and move onto the chima, which was equally as stunning. The majority of the chima was the same gorgeous red, with gold stitched into the fabric. However, at the very bottom of the chima, there was a gold band that went all the way around and went down until the hem. On this strip of gold, there were the same dragons embroidered as part of the goreum. Tears began to well up your eyes, as you pulled the chima out of the box and noticed that there were even more items inside the box. This was the most beautiful thing you had ever received and yet the things coming out of the box seemed to be getting more and more beautiful. 

Next out of the box was a smaller box, pulling the lid off of that, there was a pair of red gomusin, with dragons painted onto the toe area of the shoes in black and gold. Tucked neatly beside them was a pair of red beoseons, a small dragon embroidered in a golden thread on the inside of each sock. Peeking into the box once again, you noticed 3 more boxes. You decided to go for the next biggest box. Repeating the same move of opening the lid and peering in. Inside this box was a jewellery set, which included earrings, rings, necklace and even a set of cheopji. The pair of cheopji each had a dragon made of gold with red gems placed where the eyes should be. The necklace was a dainty chain with a dragon head pendant hanging from it. The earrings matched the hair pins, two dragon heads, although smaller, with red gems where the eyes should be. And as you placed the ring on your pointer finger you realised that it looked like the dragon was wrapping itself around your finger, and a small giggle left your mouth. You placed all of the items into the box and moved onto the next box. 

The third box that you picked up was again, smaller than the last. Inside this one, held a small bracelet. This box however held a note inside. The note read: 

“Eolin-I, I can’t wait to welcome you into our family, wear this hanbok with pride, you deserve it. Eomma” 

The note made the tears that were gathering in your eyes, finally fall. Even the Queen Dowager had added something into the box of beautiful gifts. Your heart felt full with happiness. 

Inside the last and final box there was a norigae and another note. This note read “Chin-aehaneun, we hope that you adore our gift as much as we adore you. We all look forward to you wearing it. Sincerely, King Kim Namjoon and boys”. 

Moving the note to the side, you stared at the exquisite piece of fabrics before you, that had been crafted to form a norigae. The main ornament was a gorgeous red jasper crystal shaped into a dragon head. But there were two smaller ornaments hanging underneath it, made of a crystal like stone, engraved into butterfly shapes. This made you smile, reminding you of the conversations you had with the boys about your best friend, and her nickname. The knot that both attached to the goreum and held the ornaments was the same red and gold fabric that the hanbok was made out of. The knots that held the ornaments were rather small, but they only made to make the beauty of the ornaments stand out. And finally, the tassels that hang underneath the butterfly ornaments, were the same gold and red fabrics that were used. Everything in the box was stunning, and you couldn’t believe that you were lucky enough to be able to wear something as stunning as what was before you. 

Your heart filled with joy as your eyes fell with tears that once again fell with happiness, as you held the hanbok close to you. 

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Today was the day of the banquet. You had barely slept during the night, being filled with both nervousness and excitement. The last few days, you had been spending time with Yeji, the Queen Dowager, and secretly with the King himself, hidden away in the shelves of the library. The banquet was to begin in the early evening, and the three remaining ladies were to arrive after the King and his men. Each one would be announced one by one, and once all the ladies were in the room, the ladies would be told to come forward in turn. And finally, music would begin playing and the King would step forward and that is how the kingdom would announce who would be the new Queen. The process had been drilled into you by the Queen Dowager, who would also drop hints that it would be you. She wouldn’t let you make a single mistake, as she already saw you as her daughter, and she adored you, and despised the other two contenders. 

Within 10 minutes of being awake, one of your ladies had knocked on your door to the bedroom. With your consent, she opens the door, bows deeply towards you, and announces that she has prepared a bath for you. You smile at the woman, getting out of your pool of comfort and follow her towards the bathroom. 

The bathroom was much more different to the one you had at home. The bathroom at home was almost cold, with dark colours, and stone details. But the bathroom in this chamber was full of light and colours. The bath was built into the ground and had an outer barrier of stones around it other than where the steps into the bath were. Inside the bath, the water was almost white, and you guessed that they had probably added some milk to make the water even better for your skin. Once you got to the edge of the bath, Hwasa turned around allowing you some privacy to unrobe and get into the bath. Once you were in the bath, you noticed that there were rose petals floating around the water. You kept your hair up at Hwasa’s request, and found a ledge in the bath to sit on, and let your body sink into the water until it reached your shoulders. You let out a gentle sigh, notifying Hwasa that she could turn back around. Once she did, she made her way to the door, bowing once more before leaving. 

You sat in the bath for around 30 minutes, allowing the water to cool and calm your nerves. The realisation that your calming bath was over, was Hwasa re-entering the room along with Hyo-Seong. One handed you a robe, and the other placed a towel at the edge of the bath so that you could dry your feet once you stepped out of the bath and reduce the risk of slipping over. You pulled the robe shut around you and followed them out of the room and into the main room, where your hanbok was placed onto a wooden figure, the accessories being placed on the dressing table, and the shoes being placed next to the clothing. Makeup and other styling accessories were also placed on the dressing table, such as combs and gels to keep your hair together. You were placed into some underwear and then the robe was wrapped back around you, before you were placed into the chair. Hwasa began to comb your hair, trying not to hurt you when detangling any knots you had in your hair, whilst Hyo-Seong sat next to you, using a dye similar to the colour of your hanbok to dye your nails to match them. Once Hwasa had finished detangling and Hyo-Seong had finished one hand, they moved onto another job. Hwasa moved on to braiding your hair with multiple different braids of different types. And Hyo-Seong moved to your other hand, continuing her job. Hyo-Seong finished her job first, and moved to stand up, helping Hwasa with your hair. Once your hair was braided, with multiple intricate braids across your head, the cheopji were placed on either side of your head, piercing through one of the braids in your hair that was formed in the shape of a bun. Both ladies take a step back and admire their work with large grins on their faces, making brief eye contact with you in the mirror that was placed above the dressing table. 

Next the ladies moved onto the makeup. They used a plant ash that was used with a delicate brush to create eyeliner, defining your eyes. A slightly inky like powder that looked clumpy yet watery, was used along with a spikey looking brush, was combed along your eyelashes, elongating them, and defining them with the dark black colour. Next they used a fluffy brush along with a yeonji powder, and brushed it lightly across your cheeks, allowing them to look naturally healthy and rosey. Then they added a small amount of water and picked up another brush, swiping it across your lips, darkening them to become almost the same colour as your hanbok.

Once all the makeup was completed, they began placing the majority of your jewellery. Placing in the earrings and doing the necklace up at the back of your neck. Then they turned you around, placing the socks onto your previously cold feet. Once the socks were on they pulled you up from the seat and moved you towards the wooden figure. They took the chima off of the figure and placed it on the ground before you stepped into it. Once you had stepped into it, they pulled it up to your bust. It took you a few moments to realise that it was a dress-like chima, and you needed to put your arms through the straps. There was a slight ribbon detail at the back of the dress that allowed them to tighten the chima to fit you perfectly. Then the jeogori was placed onto your body, the sleeves reaching your wrists, and the length covering the top part of your chima. Hyo-Seong then tied up the goreum, before placing the norigae onto the ribbon of the goreum. Hwasa follows this action by placing the remaining jewellery onto your body. Finally, the shoes were placed in front of you, as both ladies took a hold of your hands allowing you to hold onto them as you balanced on one foot to put the other into the shoe. 

By this time, it was almost time to make your way to where the banquet was being held. The walk to this building would be a short 5 minute walk. So you took the moment of peace that you had to rest and admire your outfit, everything from your clothing to your jewellery to your nails to your makeup. Before you knew it, it was time for you to leave. You opened up the door to your chambers and made your way out of it, Yeji waiting for you outside of the door, dressed in a beautiful peach colour, with butterfly shaped accessories. 

“OMO!” Yeji practically screams at you.”You look like the future queen eolin-i. You look so yeppeoyo! Everyone is going to have their eyes on you all night! Gajah!”

You can't help but smile and blush at your best friend's words, as you link arms with her. The walk to the room felt like it passed in a few brief seconds with the constant chatting between you and your best friend, rather than the five minutes it took to get there. Once you arrived you noticed Eun-bi and Seol-Hyun also waiting outside of the entrance, dressed in purples and pinks. Yeji squeezed your arm before bowing ever so slightly towards the women and entering the hall. A guard dressed in all black began towards your group announcing that the king and his men were on the way and that it was tradition that the women would hide until they had entered so that they couldn't see them. With a nod, you all moved to hide behind a wall away from any peeking eyes. Once the three of you had hidden out of sight, Eun-Bi turned to you with a sneer on her face “Why on earth would you wear the royal wedding colour, and with dragon details, who do you think you are? Don’t you think you’re a bit full of yourself for someone who looks the way that you do?” Seol-Hyun laughed at the comment before adding “It’s almost like you're asking for everyone to laugh at you”. Before you had the chance to respond, the same guard who had asked you to hide appeared again, alerting you that you could now enter the room, and the order that you would be going into the room. To Seol-Hyun’s joy, she was first, followed by Eun-Bi and then you. Seol-Hyun moved towards the large doors, and waited for them to be opened. You couldn’t see what was in the room, but you could hear the claps and music as the first lady was welcomed into the room. The doors were kept open as Eun-Bi moved toward the door, and entered. The noise of music and clapping continued. 

With a breath, you took a step towards the door,  it was your time to enter the room. You kept your head high and level, and stepped into the room. You walked as elegantly as you could towards the front of the room where the other ladies were waiting. On your way to the front, you made eye contact with Yeji, sending her a small grin before moving your eyesight towards the front, before accidentally making eye contact with the Queen Dowager, who gave you a loving smile and a wink that you would have missed if you blinked. Before you knew it, you were at the front of the room, standing next to Eun-Bi, in front of the king. 

The King looked even more handsome than he did in his last ceremonial robes that he wore when handing out his gifts just two days ago. Namjoon stood up and smiled at the crowd, the crowd growing silent within moments, eagerly waiting for his announcement. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for attending the announcement banquet. Today I will be announcing my future bride, your future queen, in front of you all. I hope you all love her as much as I have begun to. Now for the announcement”. He took a few steps forward until he stood in front of the three of you. He first stood in front of Seol-Hyun. The crowd remained silent. Namjoon spoke again “Thank you for being a part of this process but you will not continue through to the next stage. Please step off to the side, someone will be along soon to talk to you about what will happen next.” He told her, before moving to Eun-Bi, who turned briefly to you, smirking at you as if to say haha I win. After this look, Namjoon also made brief eye contact with you, sending an almost hidden smile your way. “Eun-Bi, thank you. However, you also won’t be entering the next level, please join your friend to the side, someone will also be along to speak to you”. The look on her face nearly made you laugh out loud, but you held it in. Eun-Bi begrudgingly moved to the side, joining the crowd and standing next to her friend. Namjoon then moves to stand in front of you. He cautiously takes your hands in his larger ones, looks you in the eyes before looking around at the crowd. He straightens his back, and smiles before speaking “This is Lady Seo Y/N. Over the past two weeks, myself, my closest friends and even my familys have gotten to know this beautiful young woman before us. I have fallen a little more in love each day, and I would be honoured if Lady Seo would accept my request to become both the Queen and the Royal Bride”.

“Yes, My King, I accept”

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Hey guys I'm incredibly sorry that I haven't posted.

So for most of November I was out of the country and my laptop was broken so it was being repaired. But once I got back I found out that they couldn't repair it so I now have to send it to Microsoft to get fixed. So I still don't have a laptop. Thank you for hanging in there and being so nice

Chapter 6- The Royal Announcement

Warnings: female presenting character, mentions of abuse from a parental figure, mentions of bullying, mentions of the death of a side character, yoongi being adorable, namjoon being protective, namjoons eomma being protective, low self esteem, crying, mentions of a dog

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Claps soon emanate from the room at the acceptance of the king’s proposal of marriage. Briefly glancing just past the shoulder of the king, you saw your two other contenders, standing there practically green with envy. Their faces contorted with anger at the realisation that they would never be queen. You had the power. But you didn’t care about the power, it was the love of the boys both in front of you and behind you. The boys who you had become so close to, that you felt if you were away from them for too long your heart may break. 

Namjoon turns back around, and his eyes fall onto the crowd before him. Rustling is heard as people fall to their knees to bow to their king and now… their future queen. Eun-Bi and Seol-Hyun begrudgingly follow the audience's lead. Once everyone had risen again, Namjoon addressed the audience once more. 

“Tonight we shall celebrate my bride. The wedding will take place in 50 days. I would like to invite my beautiful future queen's family forward. However, first I would like to introduce the two candidates who did not make it. Tradition states that you are now Kings women” he began, turning to face the women who now held mischievous smirks on their faces. Namjoon squeezed the hand he was still holding before continuing on “However, that will not be what is happening this time. The woman whom I will marry will be the only one for me” he carried on, turning back to the crowd fully “As you all may know, I have never had a… collection…” he grimaced “of concubines. And I will not be starting now. I invite you all to enjoy the celebrations. And I especially look forward to meeting my bride’s family” he finished. A sudden pang hit your chest when you realised Namjoon was meeting your father. You had spoken with the Queen Dowager about what your relationship with your father was like, and you didn’t know if she had mentioned it to the boys, but knowing her, she would have. 

Putting on a brave face, you smiled whilst your family made their way up to the two of you. Your mother was the first to greet the two of you, a look of pride and a smile as wide as her face greeted you. 

“Chin-aehaneun, I am so proud of you. I have missed you so much” she spoke, placing her hands against your cheeks, love radiating from her eyes. Pulling you into a hug, you allow yourself to take a breath of her scent. The scent reminded you of home. Of love. Of warmth. Of her. She was wearing her best hanbok for this occasion. The jeogri was a beautiful crimson colour, the chima matching the colour perfectly. Your family emblem is sewn into the bottom of the skirt as yours had. The goreum was in a beautiful white, a contrast to the dark colour of the other fabric just beneath it. After a brief hug, your mother took a step back, before falling onto her knees in front of the king. 

“My deepest apologies, your royal highness, for I did not greet you first, as I should have. It has been so long since I have been able to hold my daughter that I forgot my place. Please forgive me, my King”. Namjoon laughed joyfully, crouching down to pull your mother from the floor, a smile so handsome that you felt your heart miss a beat and a smile crawl onto your lips. 

“Eomeoni, you need not thank me. I would have done the same in your position. Thank you for giving birth to such a woman, my family and I love her.” he said pulling her to stand. “I would like to formally invite you to dine with the Kim family, where you will dine alongside myself, my eomma and my closest men. Please join us in the dining hall in around 10 minutes from now?” he said, his hand closed around your mothers as he talked. After receiving a nod of confirmation from your mother, he lets go of her hands and takes a step back. The handsome smile falls from his face, as he moves his hands behind his back. The briefly gentle-looking man, now looking every part of King Namjoon. He turns to your father, his face stern and solid, his teeth grit together. Your father, pretending to play the part of a loving father, takes a step towards you. However, it is not Namjoon that stops the man from taking a step closer to you. Its Yoongi. Both yours and your father's faces change to one of shock. Your father goes almost red in anger before he remembers where he is and takes a step back once more. 

“My apologies Sir, I didn’t realise I couldn’t greet my own daughter” he spoke to Yoongi, disdain evident in his voice. Yoongi smirked at the audacity of the man before him. Yoongi remembered everything you had told him of your father from the times you had spent together since arriving here, he had also been told by the Queen Dowager, when she warned everyone of the turbulent relationship between the two of you before the ceremony. 

*5 days previous*

The boys had decided that today was Yoongi’s day to spend with you. He had been the busiest and had the least amount of time to spend with you, and as it was his free day, they deemed it only fair that it was his day. You had received a letter in the early morning to meet him in the cherry blossom gardens, on the dock by the lake. One of his men would be there to escort you, just in case you got lost. You found out recently when trying to find a wishing well that Jungkook had told you about in the east corner of the grounds, how easy it really was to get lost in a place such as this, so you were thankful that someone would be able to escort you to the exact right place. 

Dressing in the hanbok that Jimin gifted you, you revelled in the beauty of it. Watching how the sun hit the purple shades beautifully, and how it caught the glimmer of the golden thread that was sewn into the dress in butterfly shapes. Making sure to attach the norigae to the outfit, your heart filled with happiness and love at the thoughts of the time you had spent here so far. Sitting down you pull on the lilac beoseons and then place the purple gomusin’s. Finally, you turn and shuffle over to where your mirror sat, and where your ladies were waiting for you. On the table by the mirror were the golden cheopji’s that you had been gifted alongside the outfit you were currently wearing, as well as the earrings that Yoongi had gifted you. Your heart fluttered as you remembered what he had said when gifting them to you. No one other than your mother had made you feel as loved and as beautiful as the 6 men you met with regularly and the Queen Dowager. You had yet to meet the king for the final part but the men of his that you had met gave you hope that they would be as kind as them. Alongside the earrings from Yoongi, was the ring that Taehyung had gifted you. Luna, the puppy that Jungkook had gifted you, sat next to you, her head resting on your leg as Hwasa began styling your hair, braiding it but allowing some hair to fall in strands around your face. She places the cheopji’s in carefully, before moving on to her next job. Applying a gentle rouge to your lips, making them a gorgeous pink colour. Soft and inviting, you hoped. Whilst Hwasa was attending to your hair and makeup, Hyo-Seong got to work placing the jewellery onto your body. First, she placed the earrings in your ears, making sure not to let any of the loose hair knot into the earrings. Then, she placed the signet ring on your little finger on your right hand, the finger closest to your ring finger, making you smile down at it. Once they had both completed their respective jobs, they took a step back and smiled at their work. Hyo-Seong took a step to the side, retrieving a collar and a rope-like item. The rope had a handle fashioned onto it, and any loose hairs on the rope had disappeared. It was able to be tied onto the collar. Hwasa called Luna over to her, who upon hearing her name bounded over to the lady. Placing the collar carefully around the neck of the dog, she then attached the lead, before handing the part with the handle to you. You stood up, smiled at your dog and the ladies and made your way towards the door. 

Pulling open the door, you saw a man with his fist raised. The man jumped and took a few steps back. 

“Lady Seo, I am here to bring you to the Head Directorate, His Lordship Min Yoongi, please accompany me this way,” he says, bowing slightly and moving his arm to gesture the way towards the cherry blossom gardens. Bowing slightly back, you turn and smile towards your ladies before moving out of your apartment and following after the young man just ahead of you. Moments later, you arrive in front of the man who you had previously been told about. Min Yoongi, in the flesh. He stood by a large piece of fabric on the ground. Pillows are strategically placed, allowing for comfort as well as for being able to see each other comfortably. A small wooden table sat near the end of the pier. It held so many of your favourite foods, that you have discussed with the Queen Dowager or one of the other boys. Everything from your favourite snack to your favourite dessert was on the table. Another table just to the left of it, held different drinks, also, more of your favourites. Luna didn’t care to notice your admiration and tugged on the rope to get to Yoongi, wanting belly rubs from the man. Yoongi noticing the pull on the lead gave you a swift nod, and you let go of the lead, allowing her to run to the man, desperate for his attention. You smile at the sight of the usually stoic man, smiling a gummy smile down at the small dog. Your heart felt so full at that very moment. Seconds later, Luna got bored with the tummy rubs and went and laid on one of the cushions, lying directly on her back, paws in the air, soaking in the sun as if she was a human trying to soak up the sun into their bones. Yoongi lets out a short laugh, directing his gummy smile towards you, before holding his hand out…

“Shall we, Lady Seo?” he asks. You smile back at the man, taking his hand and allowing him to lead the way over to the cushions. 

“I may have had to ask the boys and eommoni what your favourite food and drinks are,” he said nervously, taking a jug of liquid and pouring it into two separate cups. Handing one to you and then taking his. You both smile at each other and take a small sip of the liquid. A content smile leaves your lips once you have swallowed the sweet liquid. It was peach tea, much like the tea that is served at the Queen Dowager’s luncheons. Served in your favourite way, cold and sweet. You take another happy sip, before placing the cup down and turning to look at the man before you. 

“You did not need to do all of this for me, my lord,” you told him before continuing “I deeply appreciate and love this, but it is not I that deserves this”. The words that come out of your mouth quickly make the man before you snap his head to you in shock. 

“Why is it that you have decided that you do not deserve this? What or who has made you believe that you are not worthy of all the love and attention that you receive? Tell me who and I shall have their heads immediately” the blonde-haired man speaks to you, his voice serious and his eyes full of questions and… worry? Why is the man before you worried? It could not be that he has feelings for you, you tell yourself. Bowing your head slightly, you try to put into words the thoughts that are swirling around in your head. 

“I do not know how much the Queen Dowager has told you about myself. So please allow me to tell you myself.” you began “When I was growing up, I briefly attend schooling, mainly on elegance, reading and other such subjects. Whilst attending this school, I met Yeji, my best friend, and my school bullies, who are also here, Kim Seol-Hyun and Kwon Eun-Bi. They made my life in and around that school a living nightmare, they would constantly taunt my weight and…. The…. my….. My sister died when I was younger, it couldn’t be helped, we did everything we could, tried every doctor, and every medicine. Nothing worked, and she passed away in my arms. The two girls somehow knew of this and told me every day that it was my fault, that the reason she passed was due to me, and that she never got any food, but that wasn’t true. I barely ate when my unnie was ill, I was always the one looking after her. And that’s when my father started drinking, using the money on beer instead of looking after his family. I tried so hard to keep my family together, but I just couldn’t do it. And those two… beasts made everything worse, to the point where I engrained into my brain that I was undeserving of love, because surely if three people tell you that you are unworthy of love that must be true right?” you spoke. You jumped when you felt a soft thumb touch your cheek, wiping away the tears you didn’t know that you had spilt. 

“You are worth so much more than their meaningless words, you are worthy of so much love and you deserve so much love. They do not even deserve to be in your presence. You are an angel that has been sent down to show us what we have been missing and what we need in our lives. You don’t have to tell me any more if your heart does not desire to do so” He spoke, his eyes never leaving yours, as he continued to wipe more tears away from your rosy cheeks. 

“Things between my father and I got a lot worse when unnie died. He drank more, and he treated me worse. He would come home from drinking and say ‘im using this money for your future’, he would tell me that his drinking was all my fault. That it should have been me who died. The night that Lord Kim Seokjin announced that the King was looking for a Queen in our village was the night that my father attacked me for the first time. When I came home with the news that the Supreme Commissioner had visited and told us the news, he told me that I would not be proceeding with the application. I tried to be brave” you continued on. Yoongi took a hold of both your hands, enveloping his large ones with yours. He squeezed them and you gave him a gentle smile before continuing on. “ I told him that he has no authority in this decision, that the law dictated that we must, or our family would be shamed. My mother was so happy to be able to do this for me. She told me to go and get myself ready for the dinner that we would be having with the Hwangs. And so I did, I went to my room to get myself ready and I had taken some of my braids out when my father stormed into the room. I had never seen him so angry before. I felt trapped… and…. And… scared” you spoke. Tears began falling down your face at a more rapid pace. Yoongi could see your eyes beginning to fill with fear as the story continued on. “He stormed in and told me that I was treating him as a child as if I was his parent. I was sitting down, so I thought standing up might make me safer, but he obviously thought differently. He lunged towards me, and he grabbed some of the braids that were still tied and yanked me to the floor with them. I remember hitting my head and then him screaming at me” you stated. Yoongi continued to watch as your eyes became more and more distant as if you weren’t really there with him. Almost like you had been transported into your memory. He moved to sit next to you, holding you in his arms. Allowing you to feel safe when you’re body was feeling terrified. “Even when I was on the ground he screamed ‘I am the man of this house’ and ‘I make the rules’. One of the things that hurt more than what he did was his screaming in my face ‘not a’” you hiccuped “ ‘a fat little girl who won’t even make it past the first stage’ and then he crouched down to my height, and told me that it should have been me that died, and I should never have been born and that I was a disgrace.” You finished, looking up into Yoongi’s brown eyes. Your eyes became more focused and then a light smile hit your lips “that's when my eomma came in. She grabbed him by his ear and dragged him out by it. I had never seen so much fire and anger in that women’s eyes ever before. It was truly a sight to behold. Once she had pulled him out of the house, she came back in and told me that I was none of those things that the man had told me and she held me as I curled up into her arms, My eomma has always been my biggest supporter.” you finished. Yoongi looked at you, and he didn’t look at you with shame or embarrassment, there was a look in his eyes that almost reminded you of love. He held you in his arms for a few moments longer before speaking to you again “your eomma is right, you are none of those things that the disgrace of man who calls himself your father called you. You are so much more. I have only known you for a short while but I know that I cannot let you leave my life. My life is so much better now that you are a part of it. And if I have anything to do with it, Namjoon… I mean the king, will make you his wife, and I… I mean we… I mean he, will be able to dote on you for the rest of your life. You are worth so much more than what he says, and if I ever have the displeasure of meeting him, know that I will have a few choice words to say to him” He tells you, his face stern, his eyes looking off into the horizon, making you giggle at his almost heroic position. 

“Thank you, Lord Min,” you told him.

“Call me Yoongi” he responded

“Thank you, Yoongi” you repeated. “I do have a question for you, however,” you continued 

“Question away nae salang/Sarang,” he told you, making you blush at him calling you ‘his love’.

“What is the relationship between you, the Great King and his other men? You need not tell me if it makes you uncomfortable my lord” you questioned. “Sorry I mean Yoongi”

The man laughs at your minor slip-up, making you feel at ease. He turned his body slightly more towards you. 

“The king, his men and I, well…” he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing “we are together. Romantically that is. But I personally have felt that we weren’t quite complete like there was something or someone missing. And I can’t speak for the other boys, well I can a little bit due to the discussions we’ve had. But when we saw you, it was like everything in the world became brighter, the colours more radiant, the breeze that much sweeter. Like you were destined to be ours. And so we told Namjoon, who will be choosing the final woman to be the bride, and we all concluded that you were the woman we wanted. So if you’ll have us, we want you. We all want you” he finished, looking you directly in the eyes, fear and nervousness swirling around in his eyes, as he waited with bated breath for your rejection or acceptance of his admission. 

“I want nothing more than to be yours, all of yours,” you told the man before you, bringing your hand up to rest against his cheek. His eyes lit up with joy as he stood up, pulled you up, and lifted you into his arms, spinning you around

“You need not apologise Sir Seo, but it is your King who you should address first, not your daughter. Or do you not have any respect for your King or even your future son-in-law” Yoongi spoke. His back was straight, his ceremonial robes fitting to perfection around every crease of his body, and his right hand resting gracefully on the katana that dangled from his left-hand side. The man before him looked flabbergasted. Namjoon let out a quiet snicker beside you that he easily covered as a cough if you did not know any better. 

“Who do you think you are, telling me who I shall and shan’t greet? The Great King was accepting of my wife greeting our beloved daughter before him, so I shall do the same” Your father spoke, digging himself into a deeper and deeper hole. Before Yoongi had a chance to respond to the ill-mannered man before him, the Queen Dowager stood, moving to stand between your father and the men who stood on either side of you. 

“The man who you are talking to” the Queen Dowager started “is the Head Directorate, a man way beyond your station. It is required of you to speak to him with respect. Or you see that katana that he holds so elegantly?” She spoke, moving her hand and body to gesture to the large blade that Yoongi held, her head turning just slightly more than her body to send a wink to the three of you. Once she has gestured, she moves her body back towards the man who fidgets in his spot, taking a step closer towards him, her face stiffening with hidden anger. She lowers her voice so that only those nearby can hear “I will personally assure you that he uses that ever so sharp blade to cut your head clean from your neck. If you ever think about disrespecting my family. Ever. again. Is that understood?”. The man before her swallowed in fear before nodding and bowing deeply towards the revered woman. 

He moves and stands in front of the king. He too falls to his knees and bows multiple times before him. Waiting for the command to stand to fall from the gracious king’s lips. He bows 5 more times before the words slip from between the plump lips of the king. 

“You may stand,” he tells him, his voice deep with authority. “However,” he continues on “as you so like to drink, you shall be sent to the bar. For good. You will never see your family again, you have lost your title, and if you think of ever causing any trouble, my mother will see that her threat becomes reality. Do you understand me?”. Your father stands there, his mouth falling open and closed as if he were a fish. After a few moments without a response, he sighs deeply before repeating. “I said. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” enunciating his every word. Your father, still not responding, stands there. It is only when Namjoon calls for the guards that he begins to realise the depths of his situation and tries to scramble his way out of it. He falls to the ground again and bows as deeply as possible, begging the tall man before him for his forgiveness. But Namjoon does not budge a single inch, glaring down at the man with the most amount of distaste you had ever seen in anyone's eyes. 

When your father has finally been removed from the room. Namjoon turns to your mother. 

“Eommani, I sincerely and deeply apologise for having to do that within your presence. It would be my greatest honour to house you within my kingdom. Would you do me that honour?” He asks the woman who is a striking resemblance to you. 

“It would be my honour, your highness she says” bowing as low as she can once more. Namjoon pulls her up before she can reach the floor before telling her “you need not bow towards me eommani, it is I who should bow to you.” He states, going to bow himself. Your mother stops him before he can even bow his back more than 45 degrees. She holds his hands in hers and speaks…

“Please call me eomma”

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Chapter 7- The Move

Authors note- I am so sorry it has been taking me so long to write, every time I sat down to write, I just had writer's block and nothing was working. However, I am on holiday in France right now, and the sun is shining, the birds are chirping and I finally found inspiration. This isn't a long chapter but I hope you all enjoy it.

total word count: 2.4k

warnings:

warnings: mentions of weight, AFAB character, mentions of female body parts, references to the weight of M/C, loosely based on my own research of the ancient Korean royalty system, bullying, loneliness, anxiety, money problems, mentions of how other people view characters body

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As soon as the words came out of your mother's mouth, the smile on Namjoons face changed from one of nervousness to one of genuine happiness. Taking a step back from your family, Namjoon moves to talk to the audience. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologise for what just happened. Let us move on to the next event! I sincerely hope that you enjoy the music and food! Please, enjoy yourselves!” he speaks, his hands moving to clasp together as he finishes his sentence. The crowd stays where they are, still reeling from the events that have already happened this evening. 

You turn your head to make brief eye contact with Namjoon, to find that he was already looking at you. He takes a step towards you and offers his arm to you. Smiling brightly at the man, you try to place your arm in his as elegantly as possible, knowing that the court is watching you. Once your arms are connected, Namjoon smiles down at you. His smile passed on words that his mouth couldn’t say at present.

You look behind you to see where your mother was, to find Yoongi offering her arm to your mother. Your siblings had been a part of the crowd and they would not be joining you for the dinner, which weirdly made you feel a little less nervous, as they wouldn’t be able to tell embarrassing stories of you growing up to the man you were about to marry. 

The walk to the separate room where the dinner would be held took about a minute. The large group of you meander down halls and through some doors before arriving at the final place. Inside the room was a table in a circular shape. There was one large throne-like chair similar to the one that was in the hall at the top of the table from where you were standing. To the left of that chair was another chair that almost looked like one of the throne room chairs. And to the right of that large throne-like chair were two more slightly decorated chairs. The other six chairs were decorated with the titles of the men who would be sitting there spread evenly around the circle. Namjoon led you to the chair to the right of the large chair. He pulled the chair out, making you blush, as it was very uncommon for a king to do this for anyone. Once you were sat, he did the same for your mother and then his own before sitting down. Looking around you, you noticed that everyone was smiling. You took this moment to look at what everyone was wearing, only having the chance to see what the King, the Queen Dowager, Yoongi and your mother had been wearing. The boys were all wearing various shades of red and white. The colour complements their skin brilliantly underneath the lamplight. It made their eyes shine even brighter than they already were. Taking in a deep breath you allow yourself to feel happy and content at this moment. You felt free and able to finally breathe. 

Moments, after you were all sat down, the doors opened and two lines of servants filed into the room, some holding food, some holding drinks, some had cups and some had cutlery. Before your very eyes, the things in their hands were set out in their perfect positions, cups were filled as well as plates and hearts were opened, as the conversation began. 

Namjoon manages to sneakily move his chair as close to you as he can without making the other boys jealous, which he knows will lead to the young ones play fighting, and who knows how that’ll end. Catching your eyes, he leans closer to you, and you lean closer to him. He speaks in a quiet tone, the smile showing in his eyes and on his lips. “Thank you for accepting my proposal, I promise I will make you the happiest woman alive, as you have made me and my boys- I mean men, the last few weeks” he speaks. 

“My king, do not fear, I know of the relationship between you and the boys- I mean men” you copy, making him laugh before you continue “I have come to love each and every one of you and I would be honoured to join your family”. The smile on Namjoon’s face when you tell him this, makes his smile larger, and a blush fall from his ears to his cheeks. Namjoon takes your hand before speaking again “Well if that’s the case then I can’t wait to marry you, and 50 days can’t come soon enough, Nae salang/Sarang”. Seconds later, he lets go of your hand before standing up to address the people in the room. 

Firstly, he turns to the servants “Thank you for your work, you may go and enjoy the party, this can all be cleared up tomorrow, tonight we celebrate.” Then he turns to the people at the table, clasping his cup, he brings it to the air “And to my family, let us celebrate a union of two families, let us celebrate love in all its forms and let us celebrate our blessings. To celebrating!” he says, lifting his glass every so slightly higher at the end of his statement. 

“To celebrating!” everyone yells in unison, with their classes similarly raised in the air to the kings. Once everyone has yelled out, Namjoon sits down, and the conversations re-begin. Memories are shared between people, laughter is heard and love is shared. In that room, love and happiness were evident for even a blind man to see and feel. 

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The next day you woke up to a knock at your door. It was Hwasa waking you up. 

“Good morning your majesty,” she tells you “You have a busy day today, we must get you bathed and dressed”. 

“Please do not call me ‘Your Majesty’” you giggle to Hwasa, “you’ll give me an ego,” you tell her with a wink. She laughs alongside you, before taking your hand and bringing you back into the bathing room. “Today's bath will be shorter as you have a very busy day, I will come back and collect you when it is time, do you need anything else ma’am?” she asks. You smile and shake your head, excited to enjoy your bath no matter how long you would be in it. 

Stepping into the bath, you allow yourself to feel the warmth surrounding your body, the muscles that were tense from anxiety the past few days slowly releasing and making your body feel at ease. You dip your head into the bath, allowing your hair to enjoy the water as well. The bath is exactly what you needed this morning, and you were relieved that it was able to be added to your busy schedule. 

Around 15 minutes later, Hwasa walks back into the room, holding a long cloth that would dry you and a silken red robe with dragons embroidered into it. “The king and his men had this made for you. They had them make it as soon as you agreed to be the royal bride” she tells you. This information brings a smile to your face, and once your cloth is tied around you, you reach out for the robe, wanting to feel it in your hands. You place the robe delicately around your shoulders as you follow Hwasa out of the room, and into where you dressed each day. On your way, however, you noticed that all of your stuff had been placed into boxes. 

“Why is my stuff in boxes? I thought I was to stay…” your voice trembles, anxiety hitting you like a brick wall.

“Do not worry” Hwasa reassures, “you are staying, you are just being moved to a different courtyard closer to the king and his men, it is tradition. You will be transferred from the emerald apartment to the cherry blossom courtyard, which is on the other side of the cherry blossom garden. Oh, a letter has arrived for you today by the way!” 

“A letter? Who from?” you ask as Hwasa hands you the letter. You pull the wax away from the envelope and open it up. 

Her future royal highness, y/n, 

This letter was written to you regarding the royal engagement. It is a formal proposal letter. Please enjoy you’re new homing in the Cherry Blossom Garden. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to contact any of us. 

Sincerely, 

King Kim Namjoon 

And the boys

You giggled at the little addition at the bottom of the letter added by your boys, it made you even more sure that you were making the right decision. Folding the letter back up, you place it, along with the envelope on the dressing table near you. 

“Well then, I guess we had better get ready so we can see this new venue.” you grinned at her. 

Hwasa brings you over to the dressing table which still remained, sitting beautifully in front of two doors that would slide open. Realising this was your last day here, you decided to be bold and ask the woman, who had quickly become your friend, to open those doors whilst you had your hair and makeup done. She agreed but notified you that you must get dressed first, turning her hand towards the cotton figurine that stood in the doorway near your bedroom. Looking over at the hanbok you noticed the colour, it was a deep red colour, similar to the one you wore to the dinner the other day. And similar to the other, you noticed a gold band along the bottom of the skirt. Looking closer at it you noticed that it had been embroidered with both the seal of the dragon, one of royalty, and the seal of your house, tigers. Your heart lept with warmth and love at the thoughtfulness of your boys. A part of you felt weird calling them your boys when you haven’t had more than a crush before in your life. But in the same way, you have never felt more loved in your life. With a smile, you turned to Hwasa and stood to allow her to help you get ready. 

Once you were dressed, minus your gomusin and beoseon, you sat down and looked at yourself in the mirror as Hwasa opened the doors allowing the light to flood into the room. Feeling the warmth on your face, you felt at peace for the first time in a very long time. Hwasa and Hyo-Seong quickly moved on to applying your makeup and hair. The makeup was applied with a sense of regality that hadn't quite been there in the past times your makeup was done. Next was your hair, pulled in different directions and braided before being placed into an updo. Two matching hair pins are slid into the final hair-do, making it perfect. It still felt unreal to look at yourself in the mirror as your hair was done by two of the king’s servants. A sudden anxiety hit you as you realised you were to become the royal bride in less than 2 months. Noticing the anxious look on your face, Hwasa places a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering you a kind but small smile. 

“Your mother should be here soon, she was staying in the azurite apartment, but she will also be moving to the cherry blossom courtyard to stay with you until the wedding.” 

As soon as the words fell from her lips, the anxiety that was building in your heart melted away till there was barely any left. Hwasa smiled at your now relaxed face, before picking up your makeup and opening the bits she needed. 

“Now… let's do your makeup so we can go and see your new residence” Hyo-Seong smiled at the two of you. 

After a few minutes, your makeup was done and you stood from your seat, you took one last look at the view from where you had been sat before turning towards the door and putting on your beoseon and gomusin. Hwasa and Hyo-Seong each took a door and opened it, allowing you to exit from the apartment you had spent the last two weeks in for the final time. To your surprise, Yoongi and Namjoon were waiting outside, surrounded by some of their guards, whose faces you had come to recognise but had yet been unable to put a name to. Noticing that the doors had opened up, Namjoon and Yoongi looked up, seeing you. The smiles on their faces brought a smile to your own. 

Namjoon steps towards you, followed closely by the older but shorter man. The younger man reaches you within a few steps and greets you with a bow. The cat-like man followed his suit. Standing to full height once again, Namjoon grins at you. 

“Good morning my queen, I take it you know where you are to move to today?” he asked, the grin just as wide at the end of his question as it was at the beginning. Pretending that you didn’t know, you let the grin that was on your face fall. 

“Are you sending me home your Highness?” You asked with mock sadness on your face. Namjoon’s smile fell instantly, as did the man smile behind him. 

“NO!” He yelled, moving towards you, before pausing. “I'm sorry, I mean… I mean no you are not being sent home” he spoke in a calmer tone. You took a step closer to the man before speaking again. 

“Hmm,” you sighed, taking another step forward. “Well then…” you carried on, slipping your smaller hand into his much larger one. “I guess you’ll just have to guide me to wherever I am to be moved to today” you finished with a smile. Relief instantly flooded the men before you’s faces. Namjoons smile returned to his face, as he turned to Yoongi, “It looks like we have another prankster on our hands, don’t tell the maknaes, we need this one on our side.” Yoongi replied with a small nod of his head and a gorgeous smirk, agreeing with what the man before him had said, secretly planning pranks the two of you could do in his head. Namjoon grips your hand in his and turns towards the pathway that would take you to the cherry blossom courtyard. 

“Let us go, my queen” he spoke quietly into your ear.

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How do you guys feel about suggestive content? nothing overtly smutty (yet), but almost the lead-up to it without it being overtly sexual. with hints of it in the future

Chapter 8- Cherry Blossom Courtyard

warnings: mentions of suggestive-ness, plus-sized character, first kiss, house jealousy (it's me, I'm jealous), m x m kiss, f x m kiss, AFAB character, loosely based on my research of Korean royalty and fashion, feeling undeserving.

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The cherry blossom courtyard was much larger than you could ever have suspected. Much larger than the apartment you had been staying in and your childhood home put together. This was almost the size of the king's apartments, only just smaller. You felt like you didn’t deserve it, for just you. But then you remembered it wouldn’t be just you. Your mother would be staying with you till the wedding and as far as you knew, Chan and Changbin. Namjoon and Yoongi must have noticed your eyes widening at the sight of where you would be staying until the wedding, as when you turned to look at them, they were already looking at you, smiles as big as yours on their lips. 

“If it’s okay, I would like to show you around before your eomma arrives?” Namjoon asks, Yoongi stood closely behind him. You smile at the pair, nodding your hand slightly. Your hand that was free from Namjoon’s hand reached forward and took hold of Yoongi’s hand, making the usually stoic man’s tanned cheeks glow slightly with a pink blush. “I would love that,” you told the men before you. Everything was still for a moment before Namjoon pulled the pair of you forward like an excited child. You let out a small laugh and allowed yourself to be pulled forward and up a small set of stairs by the golden retriever man. The tall man was through the door first, followed you and then Yoongi. 

The inside was just as beautiful, if not more, than the outside. In the Emerald Apartment, when you went through the front door, you were greeted by the room you would get changed in, have your hair and makeup done, and would lead to the bathroom, courtyard and other bedrooms. However, in the Cherry Blossom Courtyard, this room was just a room with a bench for you to sit and wait or place flowers on the nearby table. This was as Yoongi would quickly explain to you was called an entrance room, its only use being as its name said, an entrance to the rest of the house from the front door. You had never been in a home that had a room like this before you, so you couldn’t help but look around trying to take every detail in. The boys stood there watching you, as you turned yourself to try to look at every inch of the room. When you had your back to them to look at what was behind you, the boys gestured to the guards that were standing nearby, telling them to check the house for people just in case. By the time that you turned back around again, you were none the wiser, and ready to explore the rest of the rooms. 

“Which door do you want to go through first?” the shorter black-haired man asked you. Although you had tried to take in every detail of the room, you somehow failed to miss the fact that there were two other doors in the room than the one you came in through. Looking between the doors you finally came to an answer “Left. Then right”. A small smile graced the man's lips, as he nodded. This time, Yoongi took your and Namjoon’s hands, pulling you towards the left door, the guards opening it before he could even get his hands onto the handle. Peaking your head around the black-cat man you looked at what was in this room. 

Straight ahead from you, was another door, made in the same dark oak wood as the door that you just came through. To the left of you was a wall made entirely from angojiki that was currently closed, but due to it being summer, the walls were thin enough to be able to hear the river that was nearby flowing. Namjoon let go of your hand to move towards the doors, sliding them open. And once they were, Yoongi brought you over. Namjoon stands behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist where your newest chima was tied, his thumbs resting slightly against the small amount of flesh between the chima and the chest band that you wore beneath the jeoksam. Your breath hitched at the sensation of the soft yet slightly rough fingertips swiping so close to your breasts. The sensation was completely new to you. You could feel Namjoon smirk against your neck where he had rested his head. Yoongi who was watching the situation unfold finally spoke, “Look at our little gongju, she's as red as her clothing, at the slightest touch from her king” he teased, getting closer to the pair of you. He took a larger step and before you could get another breath in, he was right in front of the pair of you. Smirking, he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you into his front. His smirk only grew as he heard your breath catch in your throat. The teasing continued as Namjoon moved his head up slightly so his leant over body was more to the height of Yoongi, and used one of the hands that had been teasing you to pull Yoongi closer by his neck and into a passionate kiss. Having never had your first kiss, you watched the two men kiss in interest. It only took a few moments before the two pulled away, both looking towards you, noticing you in your flustered state. 

“Little gongju is jealous, she's not getting any attention” Namjoon spoke, his voice deeper than it was just moments ago. His hand slipped from the side of Yoongi’s neck and back to your waist, where his pointer fingers rubbed slightly higher than where they had before. His head rests back on your shoulder where it was, but this time instead of his head pointing towards the opened doors, his head was pointed towards your neck. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as his mouth got closer to your neck. And within mere seconds, his plump lips were attached to your neck. The sensation of his lips on your neck was like nothing you could ever describe. You felt like you couldn’t feel any higher than you already did until Yoongi placed his lips on yours. Panicking you pulled away from him. You saw the hurt briefly flash in his eyes before the confusion settled in his beautiful brown eyes. 

“I’ve never had my first kiss” you mumbled tilting your head to the ground. Somehow, both men were able to hear your mumbles. Yoongi let out a breathy laugh, his finger finding its way under your chin and his thumb finding refuge on your chin. He used his finger to pull your chin up into looking at him. “Don’t worry your sweet little head about anything Eolin-I. We will teach you everything you need to know. Your ours now” he spoke, his deep voice somehow even deeper. You could feel his breath on your lips as they almost touched. “Just follow my lead,” he says before crashing his lips back onto yours. You allow yourself to relax, eyes closing, following Yoongi’s actions, whilst trying to copy the actions you felt from Namjoon on your neck. After a few heated seconds, Yoongi pulls away, resting his large hand on the cheek opposite where Namjoon was still attacking your neck. His hands holding your waist tighter. “Good girl,” he says. You can feel your already red cheeks burning a deeper red and a strange sensation in your lower tummy. 

Yoongi takes another step back before going to stand next to you again. Namjoon stops moments after Yoongi’s movement to your side. You turn your head slightly to look at the regal man, to see his eyes slightly darker and his already plump lips, plumper. You used the last bit of confidence that you were feeling from the interaction from moments before, to push yourself forward and kiss him on the lips. The kiss was messy and yet still romantic. You turned your body to face his, and he allowed his body to stand up straighter. His hands moved from your waist to your neck. His large hands held you delicately on either side of your neck as you tried to deepen the kiss. 

After a few seconds, that felt like so much longer, the pair of you broke apart. Your cheeks flushed remembering that Yoongi was in the room, watching you initiate your first make-out session, and with the king no less. Namjoon smiles at you, a smile which is almost a smirk, and grabs your hand to bring you closer to the opening of the window. The other attractive man follows alongside the pair of you. Yoongi places his hand on your waist, whilst Namjoon’s hand remains in yours. The three of you look out at the view for a few seconds before Namjoon speaks whilst lifting his arm, pointing to a building slightly up the hill. 

“You see the house up there?” he asks you, turning to you to see your reaction. You nod your head, confused as to why he was asking you about this house when he has told you that this is where you will be staying till after the marriage. Yoongi, who has been watching the interaction, chimes into the conversation “That gongju, is our home, we can see perfectly into this room from our shared room, and Namjoon can see perfectly into your room from his private room” he tells you. He watches you for your reaction, trying to see if you understood what he was saying to you. 

“You can see into my room? Why would you want to?” you asked, your thoughts falling from your mouth before you could process them in your brain. The two royal men before you looked at you as your brain worked overtime to think of their reasons to tell you what they did. 

“Our sweet, innocent little gongju” Namjoon smirks over at Yoongi, his cat-like smirk reflecting his partner’s face. You look at the taller man, confusion swimming through your mind. You didn’t know how to feel about what was happening, were they trying to embarrass you? Namjoon’s smirk slowly began to fall as he saw the frown on your face form. He glances at Yoongi who seems to notice the situation happening before them wasn’t going in the way that they had intended it to do. 

“Eolin-I were saying that we will be able to see into your room… if you allow us to…” Yoongi begins, his voice low as he speaks gently to you. “So, as we are unable to formally see you, especially in… certain ways… we would be able to without anyone getting caught.” he carries on. 

“You could, for example, send us a letter saying-” Namjoon began before you cut him off “Cherry Blossom” “Cherry Blossom, indeed” he finished. 

“So what I’m understanding, and please tell me if I’m wrong, you guys want to be able to see me, maybe in my bathroom, or maybe in my room, perhaps in just a slip or maybe less? I thought you were respectable men!” You spoke, your voice serious, trying to see if they could tell that you were joking.

“Indeed!” Namjoon said before fully realising what you said. “Wait! We are respectable men eolin-i I promise, we didn’t mean it in a tone that would suggest that we didn't respect you” Namjoon speed talks to the pair of you. You tried to keep your smile from your face, especially as you felt Yoongi’s hand tighten around your waist. 

“My love,” You told him. “I was simply joking with you. I did not intend to upset you”

“My love?” He asks

“Sorry… my loves,” you say, grabbing both Yoongi and Namjoon’s hands and squeezing them. “I would be honoured to tease the King of the country of Korea… and his men” you finished with a wink to the black cat-like man. Both of the men’s cheeks filled with a beautiful pink blush that reminded you of the blossoms that grew from the trees outside of the window. 

“You had us there” he said, and used his pointer finger and thumb to grip your chin, before pulling you into a teasing kiss. 

Once you had pulled away, you took hold of both of his hands and took a step closer towards him. “My king, I would do anything for you, if it meant that I could feel your lips against mine again” you told him, placing one of your hands against his cheek, pulling him down to kiss his cheek before turning to Yoongi. “My love, it is the same for you, I would do anything to feel the pressure of your lips against mine” kissing his cheek also. 

You took a step back from the pair of them. Smiling at both of them. “I love you both so much already, in fact, I love you all so much. I cannot believe that this is my life, that I get to feel the love that I have only ever dreamed of. My heart has never felt so full, so happy, so in love” you told them. “This feels like a dream, that I’m scared to wake up from” you carried on “and I will do everything that I can do to make you all happy” you say. You take a seat on one of the steps that lead up onto the platform where the bath had been placed inside. The two men look at each other before sitting on either side of you, each taking a hand into their own, allowing you to speak what you were feeling. “So” you continued, “I will be taking a bath as the sky turns blue tonight if you are perhaps to be together in your room tonight” you spoke, nerves filling every fibre of your body as you spoke. 

“Shall we continue onto the rest of the house my loves?”

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