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I’m really liking your yuta series :)

Thank you! I’m sorry Prince and Pauper hasn’t updated recently, I’m thinking about giving the pauper side a quick makeover

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I absolutely LOVE Smoke and Mirrors! Holy shit!

Thank you I’m really glad you’re enjoying it!

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Hello ! Are you planning on updating "So I heard you like bad guys?" I really enjoy it!!!! Yeosang is my bias and there's not as much content out there for him as the other members and yours is really well written and just !!!!!!!! I love it a lot. Thank you, have a wonderful day!

I’m glad you’re enjoying it! I will be continuing it, it’s just kinda on hiatus rn bc I’m working through some plot issues

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Smoke and Mirrors was so fucking amazing. I loved it so much. You're writing is so great and I just want you to know that I appreciate it and applaud the obvious work you put into it! Great job !!

Ahhh thank you so much I’m glad you’re enjoying it!

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Hiiii ❤️ when are you updating smoke and mirrors?(if you are going to😭) I loveeee the story I'm super pumped and I want to read more 🥺

T-12 hours until more smoke n mirrors I promise!

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Are you going to do a fourth part of so I heard you like bad boys?

Ok SIHYLBB is not finished, I just reached a kinda wall in the plot I need to work around, so until I figure it out it’s gonna be back burner, but I will finish it. Eventually lol

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hey ehm are you still alive ? I just wanted to ask if you possibly plan to update smoke and mirrors in the future or if the story is finished :) by the way I love all of your writings

Yeah sorry the holidays and school got me a little tied up but I’ll be posting the last part to snake and mirrors in less than 24 hours

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status Update

Hey, sorry for the radio silence’ I got a little blocked around the holidays and then school started so I’ve been a little busy! But the last parts of smoke and mirrors will be uploaded tonight! 

And for the rest of the semester you may want to turn on my notifications since updates will be sparse.  Again sorry for disappearing but dw this blog isn’t dead!

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12 Days of The Boyz

Day 7: Jacob Seven Swans a Swimming

“It’s 80 degrees in December? What kind of Christmas is this?” Jacob griped. A native of Canada, he wasn’t used to warm weather in the winter, something fairly normal for Christmas in Hawaii. You both had a break from work and a little extra money, and it was cheaper to visit Hawaii in the winter. So there you both were, at a tropical beach resort near the end of December. “Christmas with no threat of frostbite.” You said, chuckling. Jacob squinted at the harshness of the sun, fumbling for his glasses. “It’s so bright.” He griped. “Well maybe if someone hadn’t drank a whole pitcher of tequila sunrise last night....” “I didn’t know they were so strong! I thought they would water them down or something.” Jacob defended. You laughed, linking your arm with his. “Come on, let’s go find something relaxing to do.” you offered, dragging him towards the front desk. Jacob propped himself up on you, arms wrapped around your waist and resting his head against you. “I’ll do whatever you choose, as long as it’s not skydiving.” he mumbles. The concierge pulls out a binder of restaurants, experiences and adventures you could choose from. There’s rock climbing, surfing, jet skiing, just about anything you could want to do in a tropical paradise. But Jacob was hungover so you decided to keep it simple. You could do something more adventurous tomorrow when Jacob wasn’t in danger of puking on you. “Jacob, they have those cute swan boats couples in the movies always ride. Let’s do that yeah?” You offered, waving the brochure under Jacob’s nose. He peeked up, sliding his sunglasses down his nose to scan over the piece of paper. “Ooh look it says they’ll take pictures for us! Our friends are gonna be so envious. Let’s do it.” He agrees quickly. The resort van takes you out to a mostly deserted beach where the company that does the swan boats is set up. The owner gives the both of you a quick safety speech, fits you both for life jackets, and then you’re out pedaling around in the ocean. It’s maybe ten minutes before you’re both exhausted from pedaling, bobbing in the water like sitting ducks (well swans). “We did not think this through babe.” Jacob says, panting. “No, we didn’t. Why is this so hard?” You panted, trying to catch your breathe. “I have no idea, it always looks so simple. Like riding a bike.” He replied, waving his hand around lazily. “I know right? This is just torture.” You sighed, leaning your head back. Jacob laughed, rolling his head to the side to look at you. You looked back, raising an eyebrow at him. “What?” You asked “Nothing, you just look really good.” He admitted, smiling. You giggled, and leaned over to kiss him. He met you halfway, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. “Hey watch out!” “Move it or lose it!” You and Jacob bolted upright, starled by the three kid on jet skis that had entered your tranquil paradise. “Looks like the love birds need to cool off!” One shouted, circling back. You and Jacob looked at each other in panic, watching helplessly as he spun around, his friends lining up with them. They all sped by you in quick succession, whooping and hollering as they went. Their jet skis left a huge wake behind them, the waves tipping your swan boat naseously from side to side until it capsized completely. You yelped when the boat dumped you in the water, your head going under for a second. You kicked out from under the boat and your life jacket brought you back up to the surface. Jacob spluttered and you couldn’t help but laugh at the surprise on his face. Then he started laughing because you were laughing, and you were both cackling uncontrollably by the time the owner had driven his own jet ski out to come pick you up. He tried apologizing for the kids behavior, but you just waved it off. You accepted your phones back from the staff and started walking back down the beach. The hotel wasn’t to far away and you could dry off while you walked back. (Anything to avoid the cleaning fee for sitting in the hotel van sopping wet. “Look they caught it on camera.” Jacob showed you the video of you both falling in the ocean. “Honestly, I like that one better than the others. Put it on Instagram.” You said. Jacob laughed but posted the video anyway. “This was really fun. Even though it’s sweltering and I’ll probably be sun burned by the time we get back.” he said. You looked at him, quirking an eyebrow. “Yeah, why’s that?” you were teasing, but Jacob just smiled back at you. “Because you’re here with me.”

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12 Days of The Boyz

Day 6: Kevin Six Geese a Laying

Working in an emergency was very stressful. You saw a lot of awful injuries and worked grueling hours. Sometimes it wasn’t so awful. Sometimes and embarrassing or funny injury story could make your day a little bit brighter. Today was one of those days. “Hello, I’m Dr. Y/N I’ll be- Kevin?” you stopped your prereheared introduction, surprised to find your boyfriend sitting in one of the hospital beds looks worse for wear. He had a black eye, a wound on his nose, his hands were all scraped up and he was cradling his arm awkwardly. To top it all off, he was soaking wet and shivering, despite the shock blanket someone had draped over his shoulders. “Hey babe!” He smiles brightly, revealing that his bottom lip was split as well. “Don’t ‘hey babe’ me! What happened to you?!” you asked, setting down your clipboard and coming over to check Kevin’s sounds more closely. “It’s actually-ow- a really funny story.” he replies, hissing when you test to see if his nose it broken. “Really? Because it looks like you got mugged.” you deadpanned and Jevin couldn’t help but laugh. “You I wish I had been, I would have kept some cool points. Actually, I was technically mugged but not in the way you think.” He says, which only confuses you further. “You know I was doing a shoot for a wedding today right? Well it was outside at the park. They wanted to used the lake as a backdrop, which was a great choice on their part, beautiful scenery.”he started and you glared ar him while you continued to check him over. “Yeah, less about lighting more about fighting.” You said, trying to remind him of the point. “Oh yeah! So, I saw some geese on the pond and after we finished, I went to take some pics for my portfolio. Bad idea.” He said. “Another goose was obviously rather curious as to whether or not my camera was food, and pecked the lens really hard. I ended up hitting myself in the eye with the camera.” he said gesturing you his eye. “I guess trying to shoo it off after that was a bad idea, because it decided to bite me on the nose. Do geese have rabies?” He asked, looking at you suddenly very worried. “No, birds can’t get rabies.” You sighed, realizing Kevin’s arm had a sprain. “So after that I stood up to leave, and another goose took my wallet out of my back pocket. I chased it for like 20 minutes before I finally caught it. We played a bit of tug of war, which ended with me falling in the lake. I got my wallet back but I still feel like the goose won.” He huffed, lifting his arm so you could fit it in a sling. “I guess it was pretty mad that I took my wallet back, because it started honking and chasing after me. And the goose that hit me with the camera. And the geese from the pond. So, six geese were chasing me through the park. I ran up those steps by the playground, but I don’t think geese know how to use stairs? They didn’t follow me up. But I still tripped and hit my head. I fell on my arm weird too, but I just wanted to make sure I don’t have a concussion.” he said. You sighed and took out your penlight. You tested his eyes and asked him a few basic questions. “No, you’re not concussed. But really, you got beat up by a flock of geese?” You asked, trying not to laugh. “I know right? Talk about disturbing the peace.” He grumbled. You pecked him on the cheek, handing him his chart. “Whatever you say. Take this to medical records, and I’ll see you at home. Also maybe write a strongly worded letter to the city council about putting their geese on leashes or something.” you suggested. “Thanks babe, see you.” he said, hoping off the bed. He swayed a little but walked away, running directly into the door. “Oh, okay, maybe you are concussed.” you said, steering Kevin back toawrds the bed. He rubbed him forehead, where a red mark was already forming. “You sit here and stay still, I’ll get you set up for a brain scan.” you said. Kevin just chuckled, laying down in the bed. “Stay still, I can do that.” “You had better, I’ll be right back.” you gave Kevin a quick peck on the cheek before moving away. “I had better be the only patient you’re kissing!” He yelled making you shake your head in exasperation. What a guy.

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12 Days of the Boyz

Day 5: Younghoon Five Golden Rings

“You have to make a decision about your marriage. You have four viable suitors clamoring for your attention. Just choose the one you find most appealing. I expect a decision soon.” Your father said. A servant left a tray containing for golden rings, Bowing before exiting. “Choose wisely.” Your father added, before following the servant and closing your door. You stared at the rings before scooping them up and hiding them away in a small coin purse. You had already made your decision. On your left hand gleamed a fifth golden ring, glinting in the moonlight. Your lover, Younghoon, had given it to you months ago when you both hatched this plan to begin with. Your father had been increasing pressure on the subject of your marriage, so you and Younghoon had jumped the gun and gotten married, a little bit of insurance in case your father tried to suddenly seal the deal. Thankfully, he hadn’t been outrageously pushy. At least, not until recently. But you’d had enough time to save up some money, secure transportation and get ready for tonight. You had snuck out of your house many a time, often to meet Younghoon in the dead of night. The only difference was, this time, you would not be coming back. By the time the morning sun rose, you would be far far away from here. You put on your cloak, secured your two bags on your back and began your escape routine. Out the window, down the trellis, across the wall and down to the ground. It was easy now, slipping out undetected. You made your way to the tree we’re you always met Younghoon, him already waiting there. “You weren’t followed?” He asked, hugging you tightly. “Of course not. Is it time?” You asked. “Yes my darling. It’s time for us to finally leave this place.” he smiled down at you. “Finally, we will be able to be together.” You sighed, and Younghoon lifted your hand to his lips, kissing it. You matching wedding bands winked back at you and you remembered the rings sitting in your coin purse. “My father brought me the rings from my suitors’ proposals tonight. I thought we could sell them.” You said, and Younghoon’s eyes widened. “Suitors? Plural? Wow, didn’t know I had so much competition.” he said with a chuckle. “Not really competition. It would be like watching a professional team play middle schoolers.” You commented, making a Younghoon snort in laughter. “So how many middle schoolers was I up against?” “Four. Five marriage proposals. Five golden rings.” he muttered, gazing down at you lovingly. “And only one that matters.” You replied. “What do you say we get outta here?” Younghoon asked, reaching for your hand. You placed your hand in his intertwining your fingers.! “I’d say that sounds like a plan. Let’s go.” You say and Younghoon whisks you far away from the town you both grew up in and a life you didn’t want. By dawn you were indeed far away, floating downriver towards your new life with Younghoon.

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12 Days of The Boyz

Day 4: Chanhee Four Calling Birds

A/N: yes ik it’s late I worked really late yesterday n didn’t have the energy to write. So instead you’re getting two in one night! “Hey, get up.” “No, you.” “I got up last time, it’s your turn.” “No you were supposed to get up last time, but I did it for you because I’m a wonderful, loving boyfriend.” Chanhee said. You groaned, burying your face in your pillow. Chanhee snorts, pushing at your shoulder. You frown into the pillow, picking your head up to glare at him. He chuckled petting down a part of your hair. “Cute bed head.” He commented, cupping the back of your neck. “You look pretty hot yourself, rooster boy.” Chanhee snorted, leaning closer to peck you on the lips. Before your lips could touch, a loud trilling sounded from outside, startling you both. You scowled, quickly getting out of bed and stomping to your back door. You slid it open, stepping out on the porch to glare at the perpetrators who were disturbing you and your boyfriend’s lazy Sunday morning. Four calling birds, sitting on the edge of your roof, trilling loudly. “Fucking hell, it’s louder up close.”, you growled, grabbing a broom to shoo them away. When you and Chanhee first got the bird feeder is seemed like a great idea. You’d get to see some wildlife outside your house, maybe take a few cute pictures for Instagram, or be one of those cute stories where the same bird visited your house year after year. That is kind of what you got. In the beginning, you had a mixture of squirrels and birds coming to the feeder and it was cool and cute and all. But then they showed up. Four very loud, very aggressive song birds. They’d scared off most of the other birds in the area, and tended to dive bomb you and Chanhee if you came outside for any reason other than to refill the bird feeder. (and sometimes the tried to get you to drop the birdseed anyway) The most annoying part was them warbling in unison every morning at dawn, waking you and Chanhee up at unholy hours of the morning. Sometimes, they liked to shake it up and sit in the tree with branches that hung over into your neighbor’s yard, driving their dog wild, barking at the birds for hours. After a few weeks hoping they would move on, Chanhee made the executive decision to take down the bird feeder. You had assumed that once their food source was gone they’d leave. Well, it’d been a week and a half and they were still here. Usually, either you or Chanhee would have to go run the off the roof with a broom or something so you could finish sleeping. This morning, it was your turn. You muttered angrily to yourself as you swatted at the birds, not wanting to hit and injure them, but seriously wanted them gone. The doges your swings and fluttered around, squeaking indignantly. One tried dive bombing you a couple times, but when you were persistent, it flew away, the other three following. You sighed in relief, going back inside. You trudged you’re way back to bed, flipped off you slippers, and fell into the bed. Chanhee chuckled, rolling over to wrap his arms around you. “Thanks babe, you’re the best.” He’s smiling with his eyes closed, and you poke his cheek. He scrunches you his nose and peaks one eye open. “What?” “I want kisses. I deserve them for running the birds off.” you pout and he laughs. “Yeah, you do.” He leans closer to peck you on the lips, once, twice, three times. He finally kisses you for real, cradling the back of your head, tilting it back so he has better access. Just when you’re starting to lose yourself, you’re both startled by a high-pitched warbling noise. Chanhee pulls away resting his forehead on yours. His eyes are closed again and he sighs through his nose. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” “Your turn to get up.” you say with a sickly sweet smile. “Yeah, I’m going.” Chanhee grumbles. You laugh, curling up around his pillow. “Good luck.” “You better have some kisses ready for me when I get back.” he said doing the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture. “Of course.”

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12 Days of the Boyz

Day 3: Haknyeon

Having Haknyeon over to your family farm for Christmas had been a great idea. You both needed a break from the hustle and stress of city life. You’d spent last New Year’s with Haknyeon’s family at their farm, and now it was your turn to host. You were having a great time, de stressing and helping out with some of the chores, when disaster befell the quaint little farmhouse. Your grandma, old as she was still doing as much as she could to help out around the farm. She came in from her morning chores while you and Haknyeon were preparing breakfast. “Good morning sleepyheads.” She teased, giving your arm a pinch. “Breakfast is almost done. You need help with anything today Granny?” you asked, twisting away from her hands. “Could you and Haknyeon go down tend to the chickens later? I need some of them separated.” she asked and you nodded. “Of course, Mrs. Y/L/N, we can handle that? Right, Y/N?” Haynkeon said around mouthful of eggs. “Jeez Hak, close you’re mouth. Of course Granny, we can handle this.” you confirm and she smiled, patting you both on the back. “Thanks you two. And Haknyeon dear, please call me Granny.” she said, leaving the kitchen. After breakfast, you and Haknyeon throw on some boots and scarves and head down to the chicken pens. “So she said she wanted the three French hens separated from the rest. You got the chicken wire?” You asked, looking at the chickens in front of you. “Yeah, we should build the new section first right?” he said as you opened the gate. “Ah, our Haknyeon is so smart! Come on, let’s get started.” You pinch his cheek and lead him into the chicken coop. The first part went easy. You and Haknyeon measured out the chicken wire, cut a sizable piece and connected it to the fence that was already there. There had been a couple extra pieces of wire, one of which Haknyeon had twisted into a little ring he presented to you. “Is this a proposal?” you giggles and Haknyeon’s eyes widened in panic. “No! I mean not that I don’t want to marry you or something but we’re really young-“ You giggled, pecking Haknyeon on the lips quickly. “It was a joke, Hak.” He blushed and you giggled at his reaction. The second part was where the struggle came into play. You and Haknyeon were panted, bent over with your hands on your knees. Ten feet away, your grandmother’s French hens clucked mockingly at you. You’d been chasing them around for nearly thirty minutes. After slipping around in the mud for a majority of the time, and Haknyeon nearly getting mauled by the rooster, you were fed up with these hens. “I don’t remember this being this hard when I was younger.” You panted, glaring at the chickens. You heard laughing behind you and whirled around to see your grandma standing behind you laughing at your predicament. “Have fun!” she called, leaving the both of you with the chickens. “New plan. You go left, flush them my way, I’ll grab them.” You said. “Sure.” He said. You two high fived and moved to opposite sides of the pen. You got low to the ground, feeling like a soccer goalie. Haknyeon rushes the chickens and they panicked, running towards you. This way, you easily scooped up one of the hens, sending it over the fence. “Yes! One down, two to go!” You cheered. You set up the maneuver again, letting Haknyeon running them towards you again. Again, you scooped up the French hen and dumped it into the other side of the pen. “Last one, babe we got this.” Haknyeon cheered from the other side of the pen. You set up the maneuver one last time. The third hen gave you more of a chase, but you and Haknyeon managed to corner it by you, and you quickly relocated it. “Haha! Eat that bird brain!” You cheered. Haknyeon came over to hug you, but slipped in a patch of mud. He fell, almost in slow motion. You reached out to catch him, but he just pulled you down on top of him. Your foreheads smacked together and Haknyeon bit his tongue. “Ow.” You groaned. “That always looks so much more romantic in the dramas, but all I feel is pain.” Haknyeon commented. You laughed, pushing up onto your hands. “Come on, let’s get some hot chocolate. We deserve it.”

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12 Days of The Boyz

Day 2: Hyunjae 

Two Turtle Doves

Art Museum Curator!AU

“Alright, careful! Just wheel it back in here!” 

You turned around abruptly, watching as the museum’s other curator, Jaehyun, brought up another sculpture from the basement. 

“What are you doing? This is my exhibit.” you said putting yourself between the moving crew and the exhibit hall.

“First of all, this is our museum darling, face it, we’re basically married and this is our child. Second of all, Two Turtle Doves is my favorite Christmas themed piece, so it belongs in the Christmas exhibit.” he argued, but you just arched an eyebrow at him.

“Nowhere in our co-curator agreement does it say that we’re married, and anyway, there’s no space for it!” you said, shrugging and shooing away the people moving the sculpture. 

“Mhm, I think there’s a perfect spot in the far corner under the window…” he said, stepping around you and pulling the cart into the room himself. 

Two Turtle Doves was actually a magnificent piece. Over five feet tall and made mostly of rock, and plated with mother of pearl, it depicted two doves embracing. And Jaehyun was right, the spot under the window was perfect, the sunlight reflecting off of the pearl accents beautifully.

You sigh, exasperated and followed him into the room. Jaehyun is…. A character. Sometimes he seems so very hellbent on ruining your exhibition plans, but he’s not outwardly rude to you. In fact, he’s cordial beyond compare, which makes him so much more infuriating. For the past six months he’d brought you your morning coffee everyday without fail, helped you secure loans from other more important museums, and had run out to give you your briefcase in the pouring rain last week. (His hair had frizzed up and he looked like a Build-A-Bear the whole day). But Jaehyun being nice usually meant one thing. He wanted something from you.

“So this is why you’ve been buttering me up since June? So I’ll let you put the bird statue in the Christmas exhibit?” you huff.

Jaehyun turns from admiring the art to looking at you, mock shock on his face.

“No, I wouldn’t waste six months of good favor on one little favor. Besides, I know you love the doves too.” he said, smiling.

“Fine, then what do you want?” you sighed, steeling yourself for whatever task Jaehyun was about to guilt trip you into.

He laughed, more like an awkward chuckle to diffuse the tension. 

“Actually, I wanted to invite you to dinner. With me. This weekend. As a date. At that nice Italian place on 23rd Street.” he said, scuffing his heel against the floor.

What?

“What?” you said out loud.

Jaehyun sighed, obviously hyping himself up for the leap of faith he was about to take.

“I want to ask if you’d go on a date with me. Romantically, because I have a crush on you the size of the Pacific Ocean.” he says, smiling nervously.

“If you don’t want to, we could go as colleagues? Just to celebrate another year of the museum….” he added quickly but you shook your head.

“No, no a date sounds… nice. It sounds wonderful.” you said.

Jaehyun whooped, startling you. You started wide-eyed as he jumped Mario-style in the air and hi-fived the two movers, who had yet to leave, to enrapture by the drama going on in front of them. 

“They said yes!”

Jaehyun turned back around to you and wrapped you up in a hug, spinning you around once for good measure. He pulled back and you swore he was smiling so hard it might split his face.

“I could kiss you right now…” he said, but seemed to quickly realize what he was saying when you gawked at him. 

He quickly stepped out of your space, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“Sorry, sorry, that was weird-” 

You cut him off by pecking him on the cheek. His cheeks and ears and neck flushed red and he froze, staring at you. 

“Text me the details later.” you said, patting him on the chest and leaving him in the exhibit room. 

“Yeah”, he squeaked, still standing shell shocked in the middle of the room.

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On Saturday, Jaehyun picked you up at 7 PM sharp. It was a little awakward in the car, and you could feel the nerves rolling off of Jaehyun in waves, so you decided to try and diffuse the tension.

“Don’t you need to book reservations for this place, like six months in advance?” you wondered aloud.

“Yeah, I barely got on the books back in June. Everyone wants to go somewhere nice for Christmas dinner.” he said, finally breaking a smile.

“So what were you gonna do if I said no? Cancel? Just go with a friend?” you asked.

“No, no, no. I decided if you rejected me and I was heartbroken and lonely, I was going to get all dressed up, head over to this restaurant, buy two bottles of wine, three desserts and get so drunk I wouldn’t mind crying in public.” he said.

You snorted and side-eyed him.

“Are you serious?”

“Only a little bit.”

It was quiet in the car for a little bit.

“Thank you for saying yes by the way. Giving me a chance to make you happy.” he said suddenly.

You looked over at him and smiled.

“And thank you for offering.”

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For My Country pt 1

Finally, got the rewrite done! The plot has changed entirely, so check this out! 

Summary: two countries, at each other’s throats for centuries, a blood feud so old no one can remember the origin. One gleaming hope for peace, the beautiful union between the  two heirs to the thrones. An arranged marriage between two royals who have never met. But you are no royal...

warnings: some cussing

 They come for you in the dead of night. The palace guards storm the sleeping quarters of the palace dance troupe, performers and musicians all squeezed together in one room, sleeping feet to head. They threw the room into disarray, throwing blankets and sleeping mats all over the place in a search for something. For you.

“Here they are!” one announces, grabbing you roughly by the arm and dragging you away from the rest of the dancers. The two that slept next to you were like your younger siblings and they screamed, trying to clutch onto your sleeping gown as the guard dragged you away from them. Another guard stepped in, prying you from their grips. He pushed your brother, Felix away roughly, slamming his head to the ground. You screamed, clawing at the guard holding you to try and get to your ‘siblings’. Lena, your ‘sister’ rushed to check his head as tears streamed down her face.

“Don’t hurt them!” you screeched, even as the guard twisted your arm painfully behind your back. 

The leader of the troupe spoke then, her voice calm but filled with anger.

“What is the meaning of this… what has Y/N done to deserve this? How have we, so loyal to our king, betrayed the crown?” Hyuna asked, standing tall and proud, even in just her sleep clothes.

You had been an orphan in the capital, lucky enough to be taken in by the troupe at such a young age. The members were your friends and family, the leader like a mother to you, the same was she was to all the members. The people in this room were the closest thing you had to family. You were lucky to be plucked from the streets, taught to dance and play instruments, well-fed and clothed. You owed her your life, over and over again.

“There has been no betrayal ma’am. Y/N has been selected by the King’s Counsel to take on a very important honor.” a guard said, handing over an edict.

Your blood ran cold. He didn’t mean… no you would never serve the king. Not like that. You were too young, roughly the same age as his own child. You’d sooner take your own life than let him bed you.

“They are too young for such a task, let me speak with His Majesty-” the troupe leader began, but the guard cut her off.

“They have not been asked to serve His Majesty. They have been asked to serve their country.” he specified.

The troupe leader opened the scroll, quickly reading the words.

“Oh, my. My dear, no. There must be someone else….” she muttered, staring blankly at the scroll.

“Do you question the decision? To do so at your station is an act of treason, punishable by death.” he reminds her, unsheathing a dagger.

The room gasps audibly as Hyuna stares down the lead guard, unbothered by the sharp knife held in his hand.

“I promise you sir, death does not scare me. But if this is the will of the king, I cannot refute it. Only hope that he changes his mind.” she sighed. 

The guard stared for a moment longer, obviously not happy with the fact that he wouldn’t be running the troupe leader through on his sword tonight. Finally, he sheathed his weapon, and snapped his fingers at the other guards. 

“Let’s go.”

Another guard grabbed your other arm, and between them you were dragged from the room, through many hallways and up flights of stairs. You knew where they were taking you, to the throne room. You’d performed there on many occasions, birthdays of the royal family, festivals, holidays. You were always nervous when you performed in front of the court and royal family, butterflies often filled you stomach which each step you took towards the throne room. But today, dred sat low in your belly the whole way there, like a lump of lead in your stomach.

When the guards pushed the doors open, they dragged you before the steps leading up to the dias that the king’s throne was sat on. The dropped you unceremoniously on the ground and you lifted your head to see two boots before you.

“You are greeting your King, shouldn’t you bow properly?” a voice said from above you.

The king’s advisor Taewoo. You swallowed the scowl fighting to form on your face, and quickly fixed your posture into a proper bow. 

“Your Majesty.” you greeted, raising your head slightly, to look the king in the eyes. 

“Taewoo, please.”, he sighed. 

Taewoo snorted and backed off, going to stand behind the throne.

“Y/N. My apologies for waking you at this hour and asking a task such as this of you.” he began.

“Whatever task His Majesty requests, I am bound to fulfill.” you replied. 

It wasn’t a load of bullshit either. You had taken an oath to serve the royal family, same all all the palace staff. From bodyguards to butlers they were all sworn to either serve or protect. And you were sworn to serve.

“We have a chance to secure peace with our enemies to the north.” he began.

You knew well of your country’s hatred off it’s northern neighbors. At this point, no one knew how the violence had started, but there had been multiple wars, and travel along the northern border was utterly prohibited. 

“Their king has offered an alliance of marriage. Our heir and their heir, the two countries ruled by one family, completely united.” he explained.

“The only issue is, I cannot bear to send my child to live with our enemy until they become of age to take the throne. What if this is a trap and they plan to kill them, leaving us without an heir to the throne? There are too many suspicions and dangers to send our true crown regent. So, Taewoo has selected you  to be our replacement. You will pretend to be crown regent and marry the heir to the throne of Aria.” he continued.

You nearly fell over in shock. Taewoo had done what? You were only mildly surprised that the advisor had found a way to ship you away. He had been quite unhappy with you ever since you’d denied his advances at last year’s harvest festival. You hadn’t expected his to go so far though. To be shipped off to marry a foriegn regent in the place of your own heir? To be the sacrificial lamb for the royal family wasn’t something you had expected.

“But my king, I am no royal. Surely, no one would mistake me for a crown regent.” you tried, but Taewoo stepped forward with a sickly sweet smile on his face.

“On the contrary, you’re a perfect replacement. You’re quite well read, educated in song and dance, you’ve not go the rough working hands of a servant, you’re used to being in the company of nobles, and you’re roughly the same age as the king’s child. Truly a perfect understudy.” he said, and while they sounded like compliments, they felt like condemnations.

“You will have three days to be tutored on  finer subjects. After that you will be taken to the border and handed over to the country of Aria.” the king said.

Three days?! 

“You may remove them. Let’s put them in one of the spare guest chambers.” Taewoo said, waving the guards over. 

Once again they grabbed you roughly by the arms, carrying you out of the throne room. They threw you into the guest chamber and locked the door afterwards. Already the cold room felt more like a dungeon than a bedroom. You laid down on the plush mattress, but found yourself unable to sleep without the warmth of your dear siblings next to you. You hoped you would get to see them again before you were led away to Aria like a pig to slaughter.  

You were used to waking early from years of training with the troupe. You were used to late nights dancing and studying plays and poems. The three days before you left for Aria were utter torture though. 

You barely slept more than a few hours the whole time. You were overwhelmed between fittings for new robes fit for a royal, lessons on government and politics, and finer manners you didn’t learn as a court dancer. 

You’d been through 14 hour long dance practices with Hyuna poking and prodding you into the correct positions when you felt you might faint at any second. But more than that you feared the governess with the sharp cane, thwacking you in the head whenever your bows weren’t the correct height or you picked up the wrong fork from the table. Every meal you had was watched over by her hawk-like eyes, picking apart your every flaw. 

When the third day came, you were exhausted, but that didn’t stop an army of servants from putting you through the paces of a rough scrubbing, cold bath, doing something intricate and crazy with your hair and makeup and dressing you in what felt like hundreds of pounds worth of silk wedding clothes. You recalled the prize cow competition that happened every spring in the capital city. The winning farmer received a gift from the king, and the cow was brought to the palace and slaughtered for a feast that night. You felt like that cow, dressed prettily and washed clean just to be walked to the gallows. 

It was long before dawn when you left for Aria. Hyuna, Felix, and Lena, were permitted to see you off at the palace gates. Hyuna had offered to convince the king to let Felix and Lena accompany you as servants, but you declined. First of all, they weren’t servants, they were your siblings. And second, you couldn’t be sure you could protect them in Aria. They came to you, crying profusely, and it took all your willpower not to let tears spill. You needed to be strong for them, but you also couldn’t run your makeup. You hugged them both tightly and pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads.

“I will be back, don’t worry. I will have to return at some point, and everything will be fine. Until I come back, be strong, and don’t cause any trouble for Hyuna.” you said, looking them in the eyes. 

They nodded and you wiped their tears with your sleeves. 

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” you said with a sad smile. 

“Take care of them for me, please.” you asked Hyuna and she nodded, her own eyes watering.

“Of course, you just worry about taking care of yourself, and we’ll see each other again before you know it.” she said. 

You nodded, tears choking you up now. You hugged your siblings tighter one last time and then stepped back to get into the carriage. Two servants followed you, helping you sit in the carriage with the complicated outfit you were wearing. 

“Let’s move out! We need to reach the border before midday.”, a familiar voice called and you rolled your eyes. Of course they would send Taewoo as your escort. You quickly shut the window of the carriage before his horse could come trotting by. The carriage lurched forward and you were on your way away from home, your friends, your family. To a new world you’d never known.

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Riding in the carriage had to be the most exhausting form of sitting you’d ever experienced. It was too uncomfortable to sleep, but boring enough to make you tired. And the constant bumping of the road and sharp turns kept throwing you against the walls. You didn’t bother trying to talk to the servants with you, it was quite obvious they didn’t care for you. You’d heard whispers in the past few days about how jealous and resentful most of the palace staff were of your position. You’d give just about anything to let someone else carry this burden so you could go home. If they wanted to marry a foreigner they’d never met before then that was their choice. 

“We’re here! Party halt!” you heard Taewoo announce. 

You sighed and got ready to face the world again. The servants climbed out of the carriage first, helping you down. You looked around for the party from Aria, surprised to find that they weren’t here.

“Taewoo, what’s going on?” you seethed, fearing the man had simply put on a big show in order to make you pay for snubbing him.

“Calm down little one, your barbarian prince will be here to whisk you away soon enough. We’re simply early.”, he said, and it put you a bit more at ease.

“It appears the journey has taken its toll on your already. The journey to the Ariani capital is much more strenuous, their country has a rather mountainous terrain. Wouldn’t you refer to just turn around and go home? Back to the palace, your life, your friends?” he asked and you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“What are you playing at Taewoo?”

“Be my consort. Agree and I’ll put those wedding robes on one of the other servants and we can go back home together.” he said.

You snorted roughly. Not only did you have no romantic interest in Taewoo, you knew that you didn’t really mean anything to him. He’d bed you a few times, buy you some nice gifts and then throw you to the side. That is if his wife didn’t have you killed first. 

“Taewoo, you must think me a fool. Not only do I despise you, but if I’m going to marry someone just for shits and giggles, I’ll take a prince over an advisor any day.” you said. 

Taewoo laughed at that, but there didn’t seem to be any ill intent behind it.

“Oh, that’s just.. Oh that’s rich. Not even a regent yet and you’re more ambitious than our own heir. You’ll be fine in Aria.” he said, sauntering away.

You watched him walk away, confused, but maybe that was just Taewoo’s weird way of saying goodbye. You thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a hunting horn. You startled, turning towards the treeline, watching a rather impressive travelling party emerge from the forest. The Ariani were dressed for colder weather, in fur hats and cloaks. It was summer, but it appeared the climate you were going to was going to be much colder. And you just had all those gorgeous new robes fitted, what a waste. One sole rider took pointe, walking his horse to the middle of the clearing. He stalled and slid off of the animal’s back and began striding towards your party. You stood straighter, tilting your chin back a little. You recalled what your devil of a governess had told you, “You’re a royal now, so stand like it.” 

He stopped a few paces away, sweeping into a low bow. You and your party answered it as Taewoo stepped in front of you.

“Your Highness Prince Mingi of Aria, may I introduce to you, Their Highness, Crown Regent of Noria.” Taewoo said, stepping aside so that Prince Mingi could approach you.

“Your Highness, it is a pleasure.” Mingi said, taking your hand in his and bending down to kiss your knuckles. 

“The pleasure is all mine, Prince Mingi.” you said.

He looked up and smiled brightly at you, and suddenly felt quite faint. Prince Mingi was, to say quite eloquently, hot as fuck. Maybe, this whole mess would work out in your favor.

[jeonsduck]

12 Days of The Boyz

[jeonsduck]

Smoke and Mirrors pt 6

Y/N puts 2 and 2 together

warngings: cursing, kidnapping, mentions of blood and death 

You had said you weren’t going to make anything official until after you finished the case. You were going to keep it professional. That didn’t even last 24 hours. In your defense, San was hot and really good at fucking you and to be honest, you didn’t want to wait until the investigation was over. Which was how you often found yourself bent over either your or San’s desk at work. Or spread out on the backseat of his car, or anywhere he could convince you to let him put his hand down your pants. And he tried it a LOT. The guy was like a machine, but honestly you weren’t complaining. And it wasn’t just sex either. San had started buying you gifts, very expensive gifts. If the lunch he bought you the first time you met qualified as a bribe, you’d hate to see what the administration thought of the designer laptop bag, shoes, coat, and jewelry. You didn’t dare go shopping with San anymore, because if you looked at anything for longer than two seconds, he would buy it for you.

“Mhm, I could come home with you again and we could rack up some more noise complaints from your neighbors.” San offered. 

You were perched on his lap, reviewing your files. Correction: trying to review your files. San was pressing wet kisses to the sensitive spot on your neck and his hand was already under your shirt, so it was very hard to focus. You squirmed when he bit at the junction between your shoulder and your neck, barely holding in a yelp.

“Sannie, stop it.” 

He chuckled, but his hooked his head over your shoulder innocently and tightened his hold on your waist.

“So what do you think?” he murmured, playing with a strand of your hair. 

“I think that sounds very tempting, but we both have work to do right now. Besides, I have to go to the FBI and talk to Agent Heejin and pretend that I’m not fucking you.” you said, squinting at the papers in front of you.

These were the notes you made when you had that fever and were totally out of your mind, and none of it made any sense. You might need to go back and look at the original documents…

“First of all, baby, I’m the one that fucks you, let’s keep that straight. Second, that’s gonna be pretty hard with a hickey the size of Mexico isn’t it?” San whispered in your ear, making a shiver run down your neck.

“What hickey are you talking abo- hey!” you jolted when San nipped at your neck before starting to suck a bruise into the flesh.

“Hey, stop it!” you batted at his arm and got up. San held you tighter, resting his head on your back.

“I’m sorry, I was just fooling around don’t leave. It’s so boring in this room without you.” he pouted and you sighed. 

“I’d love to, but I need to go get some original documents from the file room. I’ll see you later.” You said, removing San’s arms from your waist,

He grumbled but let you go without putting up anymore of a fight. He did grab your wrist and drag you back against him to peck you on the lips one last time. You rolled your eyes and left before he could get another crazy idea to keep you in his office. When you passed by Keran’s desk, she was wearing noise canceling headphones. Oops.

There was something seriously wrong with the records that were in front of you. You were looking at all the guys payments for San’s accounting services. The payments were made once a week, way too often for something that should be billed monthly. The amount was the same every time, but the frequency was way too high. San’s services could be expensive, sure but this number was astronomical. And then there was the amount that was being paid to Yunho and Mingi for security services. Similarly, the amount was way too high, payments too frequent. And the money wasn’t being sent from commercial accounts, but personal ones. What the hell…

“Y/N, it’s time to go! We shouldn’t keep your FBI Agent waiting.” San said, poking his head in your office. You startle and shove the pages between your laptop before snapping it closed. 

“Yeah, let’s head out.”

While you didn’t have a huge hickey on your neck, Agent Heejin did recognize San’s car when it pulled into the lot.

“I honestly don’t even know where to BEGIN with the mess you’re in right now, but since your investigation hasn’t turned up any suspicious activity yet and I don’t think it will, I won’t waste my breath.” she sighed, slamming a manila folder down on her desk. It flopped open and a large full page picture fell out. It was a tattoo, partially covered in blood. It looked hauntingly familiar, but with  the blood covering it, you couldn’t be sure.

“Wait, I think I’ve seen that tattoo before…” you said, stopping Heejin before she put it back in the folder.

“Really? Where?” 

“I’m not sure, there’s so much blood. Can I take a picture of it?” you asked, and Heejin held the page out.

“Yeah sure. Let me know if you remember where you saw it?” she says as you snap a picture of the page.

“Of course. See you next week.” you said, making your exit. 

The whole way back to your apartment you were thinking about the tattoo. It was so very familiar. Where had you seen it before? 

San always let you invite him up instead of just following you into your apartment. You called him up, even though you didn’t have any ulterior motives tonight. San was fine with that, just as content to cuddle you and Noodles on the couch while you watched Chopped reruns.

San was playing with your hair, and you got tired pretty quickly. At this point San had a couple changes of clothes at your place in case he stayed the night. A few more weeks of this and he might get his own toothbrush holder. You snorted at your joke as you walked back into your bedroom, to find San laying face down on your bed, petting Noodles. You eyes drifted to his left shoulder, his tattoo out on display because he tended to sleep with his shirt off. Suddenly, you were hit with a series of flashbacks. The tattoo that curled up Keran’s arm, the flash of ink you’d seen on Wooyoung’s stomach when you met him. The bloodied image of a tattoo on your phone. They were different, obviously adapted for different parts of the body and each customer’s preference, but they were essentially the same tattoo. Why did San Wooyoung, and Keran have the same tattoo as a dead person in an FBI file? Were they really triad members?

“Babe, is something wrong? Come to bed.” San smiled over his shoulder at you.

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The next morning you tried to call Agent Heejin but she didn’t answer. You left at least 10 messages, but nothing. In between calls you continued to review that discrepancies you’d discovered. Yeosang’s jewelry business was making huge sales on extremely generic pieces of jewelry. The security firm was getting payments from random small businesses across  town. Laundromats, tattoo parlors, restaurants. Not the calibre of clients they usually catered to. All of the companies Seonghwa was contracted to were shell companies. And strangest of all were the huge sums of money being paid too and from Hongjoong, by San. You couldn’t see where this money was going, not without looking at San’s financial records. 

Technically, what you’d already seen gave you the right to look at San’s records as well. But for some reason you were terrified. 

When you think back on it, deep down , some part of you knew the truth. Not the whole truth, not yet, but you knew San wasn’t the innocent ball of sunshine you thought him to be. And you also knew it was going to be a struggle to present this new knowledge without San finding out. And if the ship started sinking, he’d know it was you who sold him out. And you had no idea how powerful San was, didn’t know how deep his pockets were, what all he could do.

So, you pulled down the box of San’s records, opened a binder and got to work. 

When you left work that day, you acted as normally as possible. You had the binder of San’s records as well as the others in your bag and you pretended it wasn’t weighing you down like a rock. 

San kissed you goodbye when he dropped you off, and you kissed him back. You went upstairs and watched his car drive away. Then you grabbed your keys and ran back down to your car. You hadn’t turned in over in weeks, maybe a few months now. You peeled out of the parking lot as fast as you dared to and sped to the FBI Headquarters. You kept glancing in your rearview mirrors, afraid that you would see San’s car behind you. 

When you parked at Heejin’s office building, there was a moment where you sat there, thinking about what you were about to do. You liked San a lot. A lot a lot. But this was your job. And you didn’t really know him, not really. The more you thought about it, the more you realized. You’d never even set foot in San’s apartment. He had access to you 24/7. 

Suddenly your phone rang, startling you. The screen lit up with a picture of San you’d taken a while ago when he hadn’t wanted to get out of your bed on a Saturday. Noodles was curled into his side. 

You breathed in, sent his call to voicemail, and put your phone on silent. You breathed out, grabbed your files and got out of the car.

“Let’s do this , Y/N.” 

When you got up to Heejin’s floor you were surprised to find she wasn’t at her desk. One of her coworkers saw you come in and smiled sadly.

“You looking for Heejin?” 

“Yeah, is she out.” 

“We had an emergency on a big case last night. Heejin got hit and…. She’s dead.” they said solemnly.

You felt off kilter. What? “Yeah it’s really shocking. But weren’t you just here yesterday?” they asked.

“I found something.” you said, holding up your binders.

They quirked an eyebrow and led you to a conference room. You explained the discrepancies in the financial records and what you knew about the tattoo. You didn’t mention the fact that you’d been sleeping with San. 

“Well, it’ll probably be a few days before they hand this case over to someone else, but as soon as they do, I’ll give them this. In the meantime, be careful about that accountant.” they said. 

It was out of your hands now. You just didn’t know what to do about San. You were spared from agonizing over that detail when two strange men approached you. Same uniform as San’s bodyguards, but different men. You could see a tattoo peeking out from under the collar of one man’s shirt. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. How did they know?

You turned and broke into a sprint, running the opposite direction. They walked leisurely towards you, and you ran straight into someone else as you came around the corner. Wooyoung.

“Where are you going in such a rush, hmm?” he drawled.

The next thing you know, your had a black hood shoved over your head and were being dragged across the parking lot. You struggled, but whoever had a hold of you was strong, and you were unable to even get one hand free.

“Help! Let me go, HELP!” you yelled and heard Wooyoung chuckle. 

“Don’t shout yourself hoarse. There’s no one around to hear you.” he admonished and you writhed again, trying to get loose. 

It was futile, the person carrying you hauling you up and into the trunk of a car.

“San’s gonna kill us for putting them in the trunk.” Jongho’s voice said.

“We can deal with San later.” Wooyoung replied. 

You heard two car doors open and close, and the car started. You tried to keep track of how many turns the car was taking, but panic was slowly taking over, and you couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the odds of them killing you. 

After who knows how long, the car came to a stop and you relaxed slightly. The trunk was opened and you were hauled out, assumingly by Jongho. He set you on your feet and started dragging you… somewhere. The hood was still on your head, and you nearly tripped on a step on the floor.

“Oh, whoops. Here, there’s a step.” Jongho said. 

Okay, so maybe your survival chances were higher than you thought. It felt like you walked for a long time before Jongho finally sat you in a chair. Your hands and ankles were tied to keep you in place and the hood was finally taken off. You squinted at the harsh white light, trying to shield your eyes with your shoulder.

“I thought we had a deal. You’re always supposed to answer if I call.” San said.

Your eyes focused to see him looking like a James Bond villain, sitting behind a large desk petting Noodles. How did he get Noodles?

“How did you-?” you started but San cut you off with a chuckle.

“I’ve had a key to your apartment for months now. Not that I need one to get in. But that’s beside the point. You didn’t pick up when I called.” San said.

“So, what you kidnapped me because I didn’t answer your call?” you asked. 

“No, I kidnapped you because you were about to sell us out. My baby is very smart, aren’t you?” he says, standing up and walking around the desk to hold you by your chin.

“So you are triad.” you sneer.

“Mmmm, not exactly. But we are criminals.” he said.

San let that sink in for a moment and you scowled at him.

“Did you kill Agent Heejin?” you asked.

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t even send the order for that. That was Hongjoong. Your old supervisor on the other hand….” he trailed off.

“She’s been missing for weeks… you killed her? Why?” you asked.

“She made you cry, that day I came to visit you at the office.” he explained, like it was a simple chain of events to follow.

“Oh my God, you’re fucking sick.” you say, but San just laughs sharply.

“No, what was sick was what I did to your coworker.” he corrected. 

You stared at him, blankly, processing his words.

“You killed Jacob? You did that- HE WAS MY FRIEND, YOU BASTARD!” tears quickly sprung to your eyes, and San wiped them away with his thumbs. You jerked your face out of his hold, but you could only go so far away. He tutted at you, holding you still so he could clear the tears from your cheeks,

“Hold still. I know he was your friend but.. I didn’t know, I’m sorry baby. I really am.” he said. 

It was true, he felt awful about killing Jacob. San had killed a lot of people and rarely felt guilt for it. But for him, he really was sorry.

“He didn’t even do anything to me. Why’d you kill him?” you screeched, but San didn’t even flinch.

“He- I thought he was trying to make a move on you. You’re mine, Y/N.” San said with conviction.

You stared blankly at him.

“No I don’t San.”

San growled, tipping your head back.

“Yes you are. Your entire life belongs to me.” he said. 

“Good luck controlling me from prison”, you snarled back.

San chuckled at that. He pet your hair, smiling down at you.

“Oh, baby… I’m not going to jail.” San said.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. The evidence I handed over was pretty compelling.” you said, and San couldn’t help it, laughing at you.

“Darling, who do you this was the ‘higher-up’ asking for you to be on this case? Baby, who do you think started this investigation?” he drawled.

You stared at him in shock, but how did he do that? How long had San been watching you? 

“I’m the one in charge here, and don’t you ever forget that.”