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3 POINTER—🧡੭ jake drabble #1
the echoing of basketballs bouncing was so familiar to y/n by now that they didn’t get annoyed by it anymore. their boyfriend, jake sim, was practicing before the big game in the school gym, while they were supposed to be at cheer practice.
“hey sweetie,” he greeted you with his signature smile. he almost went in for a kiss before you got a sniff of his body odour.
“no no, no kisses until you’ve had a shower.”
“so no kisses until after the game? that’s in like two hours,” he complained. you dropped your bag which contained essentials like your cheer uniform, water, and deodorant. you held out your hand for him to grab and kiss, and he immediately did. it was like he could read your mind. his slightly damp dark brown hair falls into over his eyes, causing him to brush a hand through it. you shake your head and nod to your bag,
“i mean, i could give you some of my hello kitty deodorant if you want. then you’ll not only get a kiss from me but from your teammates as well.”
he rolls his eyes, “don’t you have cheer? i’ll feel bad if i’m the one taking you away from practice.” he noticed you already had your shoes on and started to turn you towards the glass doors you came from.
you look down at the ball held on his hip. “give me one shot, then i’ll leave.” you bargained, wanting to stay with him a little more.
you had played basketball for most of your life. but when your casual job demanded more hours, you had to quit. so instead you took up cheer seeing as practices happened in school time. jake reluctantly gave you the ball, crossing him arms causing his biceps to flex under his warmup shirt. you immediately dribbled up the the three point line and got balanced, shooting a perfect swish.
you look back at jake as the sound of the ball landing under the hoop echoed. his mouth is agape and his eyes wide, it makes you laugh. “was that good?”
“how did you do that? you’re a… cheerleader?”
“did you forget i used to play?” you smile at his still face and wave a hand in front of his eyes before he laughs in shock.
“i am like, super in love with you.”
your cheeks feel hot and turn love washed and you lightly punch his left shoulder. “channel that into the game tonight.” you give him a kiss on the cheek even though you had rejected one only a minute ago, and pick up your bag. “good luck jake.” your fingers flutter in his direction as he waves goodbye, stupid expression still stamped on his perfect face.
“yeah.. good luck.”
TRAIN —💚੭ jungwon drabble #1
you rode the bus to and from college with your boyfriend, yang jungwon, every day. and today, you had to take a later train. jungwon had a late class and anybody could guess it just by his tired and dragging face. it wasn’t too busy so you both got a seat.
the moon was shining onto jungwons pale face, eye bags shadowing across his cheeks. you thought he looked so perfect yet so different from what he usually did. the class he attended must have been difficult, i mean, studying music seemed easy to others, but from what you saw sprawled on his face and desk at home, it was the opposite.
looking up to him with a worried look shading your face, you chewed your lip before whispering. “jungwon. are you awake?”
he turns his head over to you, smiles with his eyes closed and adjusts himself in his seat. “of course i am.”
you laugh, taking his hand in yours and warming up to him. “you don’t seem to be.” you whisper again. he doesn’t respond and instead opens one eye to look at you. all he saw was perfection. your small smile, your long lashes and smudges of charcoal still present on your upper lip.
“you have a moustache.” your smile dropped and you subconsciously brought your hands up to your lip, before he grabbed them. “it’s charcoal. why do you keep forgetting to wash your hands after classes?” you look down at your fingers which are indeed covered with black smudges. you look now at his own hand, the one you were holding before, and your bag. it’s everywhere.
“oh. oh no.” he silently laughed and shook his head, taking his only clean hand away and wiping your upper lip. you gulp and it makes him drop his eyes, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “thanks.” you say quietly.
he nods and turns back forward, now slumping to the side, deciding your shoulder would be the best pillow for the next 15 minutes. it was also one of the only places that didn’t have charcoal on it.
as soon as you got home, you both showered, ate, and passed out.
tags: @hyeunfae @raevyng
safe ☆— sim jake
synopsis ➔ a night out turns short when someone you deeply dislike tries to talk to you.
pairing ➔ fem!reader x bf!jake
genre ➔ angst, lovers to even better lovers, fluff
word count ➔ tba.
warnings ➔ reader has a douchebag ex, drinking, allusions to the devil’s tango, sexy jake and not so sexy ex, swearing, intended lowercase
a/n ➔ ehe. of course i had to write this trope at some point, and of course it had to be with jake. sorry this is bad btw i pulled most of it out of my asshole. have fun !!
‘you look perfect baby, stop fiddling with your hair.’ jake’s thigh squeezes your thigh across the car’s console when he notices the sun viser being lowered and the mirror being opened every 30 seconds.
‘i’m meeting your brothers at a business party. how am i supposed to be calm right now?’
‘by reminding yourself you’re the most perfect, loving and beautiful woman in the world?’ he lifts his eyes from the road and shoots his signature smile at you, and it makes you redden.
his hand is placed on top of your red silk dress as your matching red heels tap on the floor of the car to the beat on the radio. you won’t deny you’re looking particularly outstanding tonight, you look invincible and feel it too. it goes well to match with your partner, sim jake, who too looks incredibly amazing in a jet black suit and dark red tie just to match you. he spent 5 minutes finding it just so you guys could look good, knowing presentation matters to you.
entering the large centre, the scent of expensive perfumes and red wine explodes, causing you to slightly grip at his sleeve. your arm is woven into his as you walk - more like he walks and you drag along - toward who you assume are the other sim sons. they look nearly as handsome as jake and people could probably mistake them as triplets, not only by looks but personality.
‘james, jaxon, this is y/n. my partner.’ he smiled wide as he somewhat presented you to his brothers. they shake your hand one by one as you bow, careful to place a hand on your chest to cover your deep cut dress.
‘wow, there was definitely a theme when naming you three.’
the night goes on, laughing, drinking. and as you here more drinks clink together, you finally decided to address the burning stare that wasn’t coming from your own boyfriend. all night you felt stares, which was normal, but it was off putting and uncomfortable.
‘you feel it too right?’ jake’s voice is hushed in a whisper as he bends down to ask, his slicked back, dark brown hair falling down to curtain his dark eyes. you look up, placing a lip between your lips and nodding. he smiles reassuringly and places a hand around your waist. ‘let’s go get a drink, then we’ll leave okay?’ you smile and walk together to the bar, sitting down on the stools and ordering two last drinks.
‘i think you just look too pretty, everyone can’t take their eyes off you.’
‘i don’t think anyone has that problem except you.’
‘oh you know me so well.’ he smiles and leans in for a kiss, sliding a hand to the small of your back as his soft lips plant onto yours. the bartender breaks it with a cough, announcing the presence of the drinks. ‘sorry.’ he smiles sheepishly and slides your drink to the table in front of you.
after a long sip, he whispers, ‘i’ll go say goodbye to my brothers, while you stay here and continue looking pretty.’
you smile and nod again, eyes following the handsome man before you turn your attention back to your drink.
your attention is quickly caught by another hand on your waist.
you quickly spin your head around, and suddenly a weight plummets down onto your shoulders and stomach. your ex is there, and you can’t believe he works for the same sort of company jake works for.
‘y/n…’
‘jesse..’ you reply monotonous.
‘you look amazing.’ you silently snarl and swat his hands away from your waist, turning towards the bar to show disinterest.
‘i know, my boyfriends already told me.’
you notice his face turn sour and you smirk, taking a sip of your drink and praying to the gods that he leaves. the atmosphere tightens as he places a hand on your shoulder and swipes your bouncy hair off your shoulder.
‘don’t touch me dickwad-‘
‘woah woah woah kitten. i was just helping you.’
‘i’d rather peel my skin off, honestly.’
he takes a quick breath in before displaying an ugly smirk. he places a dirty hand on yours and you stand up immediately, chair scraping the floor and bringing attention to you and your ex.
‘i said don’t fucking touch me.’ now, the scent of strong alcohol reeks off of him, and you can see his half lidded eyes. you search for jake with a gulp before jesse grabs your wrist, tight.
‘she said don’t touch her.’ jake rips his hand off yours and pushes him into the bar, leaving the man utterly shocked and scared at the deadliest stare a man could give. ‘fuck off.’
you widen your eyes at jake as your ex begrudgingly leaves, staring at you both as the attention dies down. the crowd was probably used to it, sadly.
jake grasps your shoulders and pulls you to a quiet part of the centre, he looks over your with panic in his eyes, mouth slightly agape as he scans you for injuries or bruises. ‘are you okay? did he hurt you?’ he asks, gulping and pushing some hair behind your ear softly.
‘i’m fine jake, he didn’t hurt me. he was just being a dick.’ you answer with a shaky breath. jake looked as though he didn’t believe you as he did another look over. the encounter made your shoulders tense and your head hurt, all you wanted was to go home. and he understood that without a word exchanged.
jake leads you out to the car park, trying to find where he parked the car as he speaks.
‘i’m so sorry that happened baby. did you know him?’
‘he was my..’ you sigh, ‘… my ex.’ you admit. he turns his head and stops both of you in place.
‘him? your ex?! oh, baby, no. how could you possibly be with him?’ he places his hands on your waist and you rest your own on his biceps.
you half laugh-half internally cry at his questions, knowing yourself that you had stooped too low in that era of your early 20’s. ‘i know. i can’t believe i was so blind to date jesse.’
‘jesse!? oh god and he has a lady name.’
‘hey, his name was the only redeemable quality about him. but trust me, i found way better guys than him after we broke up.’
jake frowns, ‘who?’
‘you, dumbass.’ you giggle and laugh, happy that the only hands touching you now were jake’s, it almost erased the dirty feeling completely. he smiles and leads you to where he guessed he had parked, whispering an oh, good.
as he takes your hand in his, you whisper,
‘thank you for saving me. i mean, i could’ve done it myself but thank you.’
‘i know you could’ve. but my emotions got the best of me. who could let a beautiful woman get touched up by some random guy?’ he chuckles and kisses you on the forehead as you keep your head down to hide a blush. even though you two have been together for months over a year, he still made your heart flutter.
‘i always feel safe around you, i hope you know that.’
‘that’s always been my goal. to make you feel safe.’
## taglist — @i520sn @raevyng @enhacolor
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❝well, what about you taking me on a date?❞
stranger!parkjeongseong x conveniecestoreworker!fem!reader
genre drabble, fluff with light angst in the beginning || w.c 1.1k || warnings like one curse word, lowercase intended
goosebumps raised on his skin as the cold breeze continued to graze against him. the roses he had gripped in his hands were long forgotten on the ground, so was the female he had asked out on a date. he silently cursed the female population for being so demanding, wanting so much yet giving so little. the female he had asked out on that specific day was meant to be the dream he had always been pondering. she was crowned prom queen in high school and knew exactly how to capture any man's heart, including his. to say she was his type was an understatement. she was beyond his type, from her feminine fashion sense to the red soled heels she wore daily.
his eyes wandered away from the misery unfolding in front of him, cold breeze thoroughly piercing through the layers of his skin as he shivered in the freezing night. the moon was shining so brightly he swore it could light up the shaggy town he resided in. his gaze managed to slide into the convenience store he stood in front of, eyes lingering on an unsuspecting female who was checking herself out through the convex mirror of the store. her face was extremely distorted from the curved mirror, making her look large since she was directly below it. it was a sight to see that managed to make him let out a chuckle of some sort.
the miserable moon began to rise higher as he realised it had been a whole hour since he was stood up. the lack of human activity in the area irked him, aside from the gothic looking female in the convenience store. boredom took over his mind as he delicately placed a cigarette between his chapped lips, lighting it with his disposable lighter. puffs of smoke began arising from his lungs out into the midnight air, calming his nerves. he was in a position where he had full authority to be upset and yet he didn’t feel an ounce of anger seep through his bones. it was probably the nicotine altering his thoughts.
the female in the convenience store thought it was amusing. you had been eyeing the male outside of the obnoxiously commercially large windows the store owned. you saw his steps towards the spot he’d been standing for an hour too long, his excited face and lit up eyes. his lips curled in a cute way you couldn’t put it to words. all that went out of your head the second your eyes landed on the roses he gripped in his hands.
ah, he’s waiting for his girlfriend.
you disappointedly went back to doing whatever you were tasked to do that night as the thoughts of the male had completely escaped your mind. that was until 30 minutes after his initial arrival. no sight of another female lurking in the area were to be found. at this point, you could tell he was stood up. by the way his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his pretty plump lips began to chap from the freezing temperatures outside. you contemplated on inviting him into the store where the heaters were on, but that would mean you’d have to exit the store without your bundles of clothing draped around you. and you were prone to getting sick, so that was a no go.
you came to the conclusion to wait a little longer, shamelessly eyeing him from the counter. he didn’t seem to be budging from his spot. in fact, he seemed to have adapted to the specific patch of snow as he was already starting to smoke. usually, you’d go out of your way and scold whoever smoked in front of the store during your shift hours but you decided to let it slide. he was an attractive stranger that served as great eye candy during your boring shift after all. it wouldn’t hurt to drive away customers (if there were any) at the moment.
another 20 minutes go by and the man seems to have no plan on stopping the lung damage he had committed in front of the store. as if it was a mere coincidence, your shift was about to end in 10 minutes. a smirk plastered on your face as you began loosely draping your jacket and scarves around your body. you had 0 care about the fact that you were clocking out way too early as your manager would say. well fuck your manager, no one was coming by anyways. you exited the vicinage with a smile plastered on your face, the door making a slight ding as it allerted the male by the door.
your gaze turned to him, taking in his appearance fully now. man was he one heck of an attractive male up close. he seemed to have noticed you shamelessly checking him out, waving his hand awkwardly with his cigarette between his fingers. you simply smiled back, inching closer to where he stood.
the first thing he noticed about you was your striking graphic eyeliner, it complimented the eyeshadow you had lightly patted onto your eyelids perfectly. even if you looked like some sort of vampire out of a 90’s magazine. you had a retro aura surrounding you, from the lowrise jeans to the cropped puffer jacket you wore. he found it quite cute how you were practically freezing with the thin articles of clothing you had around you, when he himself only sported a black tee with jeans and still managed to stand outside for an hour or so.
“you do know smoking is bad for your health, right?” you started, eyeing the wilted roses he dropped onto the ground. it seemed like he got frustrated at some point and threw them down. the male chuckled at your words, taking in another puff of smoke while shrugging. he exhaled the smoke, watching as it floated gleefully into the air. “never really cared,” he mumbled, mostly to himself. it was your turn to chuckle, kicking the roses beside him playfully.
“I saw you moping around from inside, did you get dumped or something?” the male tensed up at your straightforwardness, eyes lingering on your boots as you continued to play with the snow covered roses with them. “more like being stood up from a date,” he mumbled yet again, eyes not daring to meet yours. you smiled a genuine smile, finding him way more adorable than the males you’ve ever encountered. “well, what about you taking me on a date?”
his eyes widened at your bold statement, face snapping towards you as words failed to spill from his lips. “y/n.” you introduced, holding out a hand for him to shake. he hesitantly stared at your hand, pondering if it was a good idea to go with the flow or stay where he was situated this whole time. his mind settled on the previous option, clasping your miniscule hand in his with a smile plastered on his face. “jay.”
a.n aaa a drabble in celebration of new years!! thanks to my luvs rae and kae for helping me proofread this and giving their feedbacks 🤓🫶
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order for hee! ♡ lhs
❝what if you bought her coffee everyday from now on, with me?❞
stranger!leeheeseung x gen!reader
genre drabble, fluff || w.c 0.7k || warnings lowercase intended
you clumsily entered your order into the kiosk your local starbucks had just begun to implement into their already confusing system. you were never one to buy coffee in starbucks, always opting to make your own coffee the way you liked it. you were pretty specific when it came to your coffee. it needed to be bitter to some extent but also have an underlying sweetness to it. surely, you weren’t situated here in starbucks for no reason, right?
yeah, of course you wouldn’t be. you had lost a bet the previous day and was now forced to buy coffee for your best friend, heejin. she had a major sweet tooth and was actually (and possibly) clinically obsessed with starbuck’s java chip frappuccino. she’d have it everyday before your morning classes that you shared with her, occasionally gushing about the taste of whatever sugar concoction she drank religiously. it was terrifying, honestly.
in the end, you had to ask help from a nearby waiter on how to operate the machine you were struggling on. at this point, you had managed to create a line of thirsty and possibly angry customers behind you. you were damned and completely red with embarrassment. luckily, the waiter was kind enough to guide you through the whole process, even guiding you to an empty seat by the window. after all that humiliating situation you had put yourself into, you finally had time to relax and unwind from the stressful events about to happen by the window seat.
the view outside was immaculate, people wearing tote bags rushing to get to their morning classes in the university closeby to the starbucks, the traffic outside never failing to daze you from how busy it is at 8 am and the evil pigeons that drop their bombs every few minutes on unsuspecting passersby. it was quite amusing to say the least, just seated in a cafe while you watched the world unfold itself.
your train of thought was cut the second you heard your order and name being called. “java chip frappuccino for hee!” the piercing voice of the barista in charge ricocheted across the cafe which instantly made you jolt up and towards said barista. to your surprise, another hand reached out for the coffee cup simultaneously as you. hands accidentally colliding with each other, you instantly retracted your hand with your eyes wide open as you stared at the handsome stranger in front of you.
he too seemed fairly surprised at the incident, bambi eyes staring straight at yours. he gave an awkward half smile when the barista pushed another drink towards the two of you with a smirk on her face. “another java chip frappuccino for hee.” was all she said before she continued on with the other drinks piling up. the male awkwardly pulled you to the side, giving way for the other customers to get their drink. this time, a genuine smile plastered across his face as he reached out a hand to shake yours.
“lee heeseung,” he stated, emphasising the ‘hee’. you let out a small chuckle, shaking his hand before introducing yourself as just y/n. he stared at you for a bit in confusion, indirectly asking for an explanation. “I lost a bet to my friend heejin and I had to buy her her daily coffee.” you explained, an awkward grin stretching on your face. heeseung nodded, smiling at the thought of you being upset at losing a bet.
to be honest, the second his hand grazed yours, he knew he was in for a surprise. the way your hands felt extremely delicate and soft under his hands even if it were for a slight second was enough to drive his brain insane. when he turned to face you was even more of a shock, you had a face that was sure to be ingrained into his mind for the rest of his university life. the fact that your eyes were widened and your lips slightly parted made his heart melt right then and there.
a sheepish smile crept upon his face as he raked up the courage to spill out what he had been thinking of the second his hands grazed yours, “what if you bought her coffee everyday from now on, with me?
a.n ngl I love this drabble a lot even though I literally wrote this at 3 am with a bored mind 🫠
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your highness ☆— p. sunghoon
synopsis ➔ sunghoon isn’t tricked by the princess into attending a party and he is tricked into a kiss.
pairing ➔ royal!fem!reader x bodyguard!sunghoon
genre ➔ fluff, royal!au
word count ➔ tba.
warnings ➔ 3rd person, protective sunghoon, mentions of poison, reader can order sunghoon to do whatever she pleases
a/n ➔ had an idea and wanted to write it as fast as i could so sorry if it’s shit. also it’s not proof read/edited.
“And remind me what your duties are as my bodyguard?”
Y/n presses further, already skimming through her large closet for the perfect dress for a masquerade. Sunghoon, dressed in his perfectly ironed uniform of a navy suit with gold and shiny accents, crosses his arms and gives her a stern look through her vanity mirror, which reveals her cheeky grin.
He bites back a groan before monotonously replying, “Abide by your orders, no matter what.”
She giggles shortly, “Aaaand what did I order you to do?”, her hands find a pale pink dress, not too fancy or plain. A perfect middle. Sunghoon sticks to his position in the doorway, not keeping an eye off of her and her room, and sighs. He riffles a hand through his chestnut hair (another ‘order’ from the Princess, she thought it’d suit him,) and places his hand in his pant pockets, just above his sword.
“I’m not taking you to that party. Another one of my duties is to keep you safe, no matter what.” Her shoulders slump at his stern words. She makes her way to her bed with a pout and hangs the pretty dress over her hand. She was in simple winter pyjamas, not at all like a princess.
But she could be dressed in a potato sack and she’d still look like a princess to him.
Sunghoon walks into her room and stands over her, looking down with the same look he gives to people at the parties he actually lets her attend.
“Those rules contradict each other.”
“Doesn’t everything?”
Ever since he was assigned her bodyguard at 16, he knew he wouldn’t ever give up his position. Y/n was a natural royal. Kind, loyal, perfect etiquette and perfect look. But as the years went on the pair discovered more about eachother. How he could be comfortable staying in a castle away from his family, how she could handle being watched 24/7 with barely any freedom. Their friendship blossomed. Sunghoon would protect her, and she would protect him. Mainly from her father, who was consistently asking her to fire him after a simple mistake.
You weren’t just a princess to him, but his princess. His queendom. And it hurt every time he had to build the walls higher.
“Exactly. It’s a masquerade. Nobody knows who each other is. If anything, it’s the safest party I could possibly attend.”
Y/n pulls a lip by her pearly white teeth and looks up at Sunghoon with pleading eyes. Something she had perfected. But sadly, he was the one who watched her perfect it.
“I’m sorry, your highness.”
He unlocks his arms and almost reached out for her, before she stands, closing their distance in a split second. She smells like vanilla, and it’s the only thing he can think of. He can’t even comprehend her breath lining up with his neck.
“At least stay until I’m ready to sleep. I know it’s not protocol as the time spent until then is usually spent alone, but my parents and the other guards are not here.” She whispers, blinking slowly as she awaits his reply. He falters,
“I can’t, you know that.”
“You can’t do anything with me. Can you?”
“I cannot stay in your room other than to protect you.”
“If anything I am at my most vulnerable when unconscious.”
He sighs because he knows she’s aware of the immense amount of security that’s strategically placed around the castle grounds, just not at her doors.
“Would you feel more comfortable if I stood outside?” He proposed.
She wanted more. She wanted him to stay close, like they were now, but warm and dreaming under the covers. She wanted him to hold her as she fell into slumber, she wanted to help him pull through the nightmares she heard him complain about to another guard.
But he’s already stepped back, taking her silence as defeat. Sunghoon’s uniformed back is turned before she can say goodnight, but luckily he can sense her urge.
“Goodnight, Your Highness.” He looks back with expecting eyes, and goes to close the wooden door, before she stops him with a hand.
Her eyes flutter before walking to her nightstand. She grabs an unopened packet of lip balm encased in a tin barrel. It’s red and shiny, and she brings it to her body guard. “I need you to try this for me. To make sure it isn’t poisoned.”
He smiles tiredly for the first time that night, and nods. He secretly loathed the way this night was coming to an end. She passes it to him carefully, and he takes it with the same gentleness. His long fingers open the tin, and take a small piece of it.
Sunghoon looks up at her and swipes the balm slowly over his already peachy lips, watching her watch him with intent.
He smacks his lips once, quietly, before closing the lid and swiping his tongue onto his bottom lip, testing the taste. It’s strawberry, and as he slowly closes the distance between him and the princess, just like she did moments before, she’s sure she can smell it.
“What will you do if it’s poison?” He asks in a whisper, eyes faltering towards her own lips. She doesn’t need the product, he thinks.
“I’ll kiss it off.” She replies.
He gulps and his breaths start catching in the air. Her scent causes him to forget his duties completely. The moment is silent for a moment, before he lies,
“I think I’m feeling lightheaded, Your Highness.”
Sunghoon places his delicate hands on her waist, and she places her own on his shoulders. In a swift and smooth movement, he moved one hand behind her head and smoothes her hair. His now red lips hover over hers, and she can feel his minty breath playing with her own.
He stops.
“Your highness, this goes against protocol.”
She looks up at him only for a moment, shaking her head slightly.
“Sunghoon. I order you to kiss me.”
His smooth lips meet hers, and suddenly everything comes crashing down. All of the rules, protocols and regulations are broken, and in that moment neither of them care.
Sunghoon removes himself, an uncomfortable feeling of excitement and dread drag his shoulders down, and she can sense it just by his grip. He has ruined his own life by making it a thousand times better. He almost looks pitiful as he replays his decisions and envisions the consequences.
“Sunghoon,” she whispers, taking him out of the silent dilemma he was over thinking
“Your highness.”
“Kiss me again.” And when he doesn’t, “please.”
Their lips connect again, and Sunghoon moves them both forward to close the door behind him, his hands find their way to her waist again and they both sigh in contentment.
“Your highness, I…” he pauses scrunches his eyes together, blinking them open and looking at her with too much adoration and love that any of his words could explain. He attempted it though, “I love you. And I won’t stop loving you until there’s a hole through the Earth and the Moon has passed through it.”
He stops for a gulp, watching her closely,
“Your highness.” It is outrageous. A guard confessing to a royal.
But in that tight and warm moment, they both feel as if they are equal in every way possible.
“Sunghoon, I know it’s against protocol but, I feel the same.”
## taglist — @i520sn @raevyng @enhacolor
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SWAY —੭ sunoo drabble
“i thought you wanted to dance, not sway.”
the frost from the cold tile beneath you both was warded off with his fluffy socks and your work shoes.
you slowly rocked your body weight from side to side as guided by sunoo.
your boyfriend’s hands were lazily placed around your middle as your own played with the hair behind his neck. there was still sleep in his playful eyes, and his dark chocolate locs looked like antennae - as if he was trying to tune into the radio.
it was his idea in the first place, to dance before you had to leave for work, but now he appeared to long for a bed.
“yes, but, we both know you’re a terrible dancer.”
“hey! yes i am! i just haven’t had anything to drink.” you snicker, whacking his chest hard enough for his droopy eyes to turn attentive.
“exactly, and you’re not drinking at 5:30 in the morning.” he brings you closer and rests his head on top of yours, “i still don’t understand why you choose to get up this early every morning.”
“i have to. morning traffic is the worst.”
his nods cause your head to move as well and you stifle a laugh. you look up at him and he looks down at you, locking you both in a staring battle of who can look more tired.
“go to back to sleep sunoo, i’ll see you tonight.” you smile and kiss him softly before letting go. he pouts but nod. sunoo doesn’t leave his spot until he hears the door close.
sunoo slumps his way to the bedroom and cuddles in under the duvet, before falling asleep and dreaming of nothing. (except you).
## taglist — @raevyng @i520sn @enhacolor
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I love royal aus. bonus point because it’s my lili
your highness ☆— p. sunghoon
synopsis ➔ sunghoon isn’t tricked by the princess into attending a party and he is tricked into a kiss.
pairing ➔ royal!fem!reader x bodyguard!sunghoon
genre ➔ fluff, royal!au
word count ➔ tba.
warnings ➔ 3rd person, protective sunghoon, mentions of poison, reader can order sunghoon to do whatever she pleases (but she doesn’t really use it against him)
a/n ➔ had an idea and wanted to write it as fast as i could so sorry if it’s shit. also it’s not proof read/edited. live laugh love royal sunghoon
“And remind me what your duties are as my bodyguard?”
Y/n presses further, already skimming through her large closet for the perfect dress for the masquerade. Sunghoon, dressed in his perfectly ironed uniform of a navy suit with gold and gleaming accents, crosses his arms and gives her a stern look through her vanity mirror, which reveals her cheeky grin.
He bites back a groan before monotonously replying, “Abide by your orders, no matter what.”
She giggles shortly, “Aaaand what did I order you to do?”, her hands find a pale pink dress, not too fancy or plain. A perfect middle. Sunghoon sticks to his position in the doorway, not keeping an eye off of her and the surroundings, and sighs. He riffles a hand through his chestnut hair (another ‘order’ from the Princess, she thought it’d suit him,) and places his hand in his pant pockets, just above his sword.
“I’m not taking you to that party. Another one of my duties is to keep you safe, no matter what.” Her shoulders slump at his stern words. She makes her way to her bed with a pout and hangs the pretty dress over her hand. Y/n was in simple winter pyjamas, not at all like a princess.
But she could be dressed in a potato sack and she’d still look like a princess to him.
Sunghoon finally leaves his post and walks into her room to stand over her, looking down with the same look he gives to people at the parties he actually lets her attend.
“Those rules contradict each other.” She says.
“Doesn’t everything?” He replies.
Ever since he was assigned her bodyguard at 16, he knew he wouldn’t ever give up his position. Y/n was a natural royal. Kind, loyal, perfect etiquette and perfect look. But as the years went on, the pair discovered more about eachother. How he could be comfortable staying in a castle away from his family, how she could handle being watched 24/7 with barely any freedom. Their friendship blossomed. Sunghoon would protect her, and she would protect him. Mainly from her father, who was constantly asking her to fire him after a simple mistake.
She wasn’t just a princess to him, but his princess. His queendom. And it hurt every time he had to build the walls higher.
“Exactly. It’s a masquerade. Nobody will know each other. If anything, it’s the safest party I could possibly attend.”
Y/n pulls a lip by her pearly white teeth and looks up at Sunghoon with pleading eyes. Something she had perfected. But sadly, he was the one who watched her perfect it.
“I’m sorry, your highness.”
He unlocks his arms and almost reached out for her, before she stands, closing their distance in a split second. She smells like vanilla, and it’s the only thing he can think of. He can’t even comprehend her breath lining up with his neck.
“At least stay until I’m ready to sleep. I know it’s not protocol as the time spent until then is usually spent alone, but my parents and the other guards are not here.” She whispers, blinking slowly as she awaits his reply. He falters,
“I can’t, you know that.”
“You can’t do anything with me. Can you?”
“I cannot stay in your room other than to protect you.”
“If anything I am at my most vulnerable when unconscious.”
He sighs because he knows she’s aware of the immense amount of security that’s strategically placed around the castle grounds, just not at her doors.
“Would you feel more comfortable if I stood outside?” He proposed.
She wanted more. She wanted him to stay close, like they were now, but warm and dreaming under the covers. She wanted him to hold her as she fell into slumber, she wanted to help him pull through the nightmares she heard him complain about to other guards.
But he’s already stepped back, taking her silence as defeat. Sunghoon’s uniformed back is turned before she can say goodnight, but luckily he can sense her urge.
“Goodnight, Your Highness.” He looks back with expecting eyes, and goes to close the wooden door, before she stops him with a hand.
Her eyes flutter before walking to her nightstand. She grabs an unopened packet of lip balm encased in a tin barrel. It’s red and shiny, and she brings it to her body guard. “I need you to try this for me. To make sure it isn’t poisoned.”
He smiles tiredly for the first time that night, and nods. He secretly loathed the way this night was coming to an end. She passes it to him carefully, and he takes it with the same gentleness. His long fingers open the tin, and take a small piece of it.
Sunghoon looks up at her and swipes the balm slowly over his already peachy lips, watching her watch him with intent.
He smacks his lips once, quietly, before closing the lid and swiping his tongue onto his bottom lip, testing the taste. It’s strawberry, and as he slowly closes the distance between him and the princess, just like she did moments before, she’s sure she can smell it.
“What will you do if it’s poison?” He asks in a whisper, eyes faltering towards her own lips. She doesn’t need the product, he thinks.
“I’ll kiss it off.” She replies.
He gulps and his breaths start catching in the air. Her scent causes him to forget his duties completely. The moment is silent for a moment, before he lies,
“I think I’m feeling lightheaded, Your Highness.”
Sunghoon places his delicate hands on her waist, and she places her own on his shoulders. In a swift and smooth movement, he moved one hand behind her head and smoothes her hair. His now red lips hover over hers, and she can feel his minty breath playing with her own.
He stops.
“Your highness, this goes against protocol.”
She looks up at him only for a moment, shaking her head slightly.
“Sunghoon. I order you to kiss me.”
His smooth lips meet hers, and suddenly everything comes crashing down. All of the rules, protocols and regulations are broken, and in that moment neither of them care.
Sunghoon removes himself, an uncomfortable feeling of excitement and dread drag his shoulders down, and she can sense it just by his grip. He has ruined his own life by making it a thousand times better. He almost looks pitiful as he replays his decisions and envisions the consequences.
“Sunghoon,” she whispers, taking him out of the silent dilemma he was over thinking
“Your highness.”
“Kiss me again.” And when he doesn’t, “please.”
Their lips connect again, and Sunghoon moves them both forward to close the door behind him, his hands find their way to her waist again and they both sigh in contentment.
“Your highness, I…” he pauses scrunches his eyes together, blinking them open and looking at her with too much adoration and love that any of his words could explain. He attempted it though, “I… love you. And I won’t stop loving you until there’s a hole through the Earth and the Moon has passed through it.”
He stops for a gulp, watching her closely,
“Your highness.” It is outrageous. A guard confessing to a royal.
But in that tight and warm moment, they both feel as if they are equal in every way possible.
“Sunghoon, I know it’s against protocol but, I feel the same.”
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