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⠀⊱༺ park jongseong as a bridgerton story ༻⊰

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ೋ◦ dearest gentle-reader ◦ೋ•

❀ haven’t you heard? The honorable l/n family is finally debuting the oldest daughter. A vision of beauty, just as her mother was, any young man would be happy to have her on his arm. ❀

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❀❀ Park Jongseong x F!reader - The Duke & I ❀❀ 18+ MDNI

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❀❀ chapter content warning: slow burn, fake dating- to true love, forced to marry, destined to stay, traditional gender roles, 1700’s/1800’s societal expectations, mention of childhood trauma, mention of parental death, attempted sexual assault (nothing actually happens but he does say some disgusting things), anxiety, traditional courting, mention of fighting/ light violence, jealousy, SOFT SMUT, illusions to masturbation, fingering, sex, sex dreams, virgin reader, unprotected sex, pregnancy and birth(not much detail). (i think that's all but lmk if i missed anything) ❀❀

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❀ story starts under the cut! ❀ ❀ i deeply apologize for the wait that you all have had to endure. i hope you all enjoy this chapter. as always ignore the formatting and any grammar mistakes as it is not proofread. (i lwk hate it) - Kei ❀

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It was a beautiful morning, the spring sun flowed through the window as Emily, your maid, had just opened the light flowing curtain. “Miss. It's time to get up.” You had been up. For hours at that. Lying silently, anxious about the day. Today was the day that you would make your debut in society. As the daughter of the honorable but late Viscount you were expected to be perfect and poised in all ways. You wanted to get married and take the burden away from your older brother and mama. You know they struggled with the plight of everyday life after your father’s passing. As the eldest daughter of your family your season had to be successful. You needed to set a good president for your younger siblings and their seasons that would follow you. “Miss.” Emily whispered again, shaking you gently. You sat up pushing the thick, light sage green duvet off you before turning to the side to get up out of bed. Your legs brushed against the pristine white bed skirt as you put on your equally white soft slippers. “I’m awake Emily; let’s get started, shall we?” You asked the light-haired maid. She gave you a bright smile, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she nodded, “We’re going to make you the prettiest debutant this season, not that you need much help of course.” She went on, your cheeks heating up at the compliment she threw on the end. You gave her a light polite smile and nodded, “Of course, thank you Emily. Your words always have a way of comforting me.”Fully standing up from bed, Emily led you to the adjoining bath chamber. The opulent opal tub standing alone in the center of the light green tiled room. Steam arose from the water filling the tub halfway, the scent of lavender and eucalyptus flooding the room, “It’s a special occasion for you Miss. I thought it would be nice for you to have a relaxing bath before we get you ready.” Emily explained. You once again smiled at her, allowing her to undress and help you into the bath. “Thank you, Emily, I can take it from here. I’ll call for you once I am finished.” The maid gave you a simple nod, bowing slightly before gathering your laundry and walking out the bath chamber.

After washing yourself thoroughly you called Emily back and allowed her to help you out of the bath, drying off thoroughly you started to get dressed. The queen had insisted on an all-white pearl theme, wanting to showcase the pure beauty and personality of all the season's debutants. You leaned forward as Emily wrapped the white lacy bodice of the corset around you, tying the long strings in an elegant bow at the end, just tight enough to straighten your posture, but not tight enough to completely take your breath away. Then you stepped into the long white underskirt of your dress, fastening it to the corset. Sitting down on the pink velvet chair of your vanity you lifted your arms up, allowing Emily to slip the body of your dress on you, the light bouncing off the iridescent pearls decorating the bosom of the dress beautifully. Silently, Emily moved in front of you, taking the rogue sitting on the vanity and placing some softly on your lips and the highlights of your cheeks. “There we go, almost done now,” She sighed softly, more so to herself than you. Going back around you Emily grabbed a small hairbrush and a magnificent pearl and diamond hairpin your mother had specially made from the modiste for today. Gently Emily combed out small knots and placed the rest of your hair into a fashionable and clean updo with the pin. Finally, she added two large white feathers into the updo. Letting out a pleased sigh, the maid shook your shoulders gently, giving you another warm smile through the mirror, “We are all done here, you look absolutely gorgeous, no doubt you will catch the Queen’s eye.”

As Emily helped you up you heard your sister yelling throughout the house, no doubt with the rest of your family in the foyer. “Y/N, you must make haste, we are all waiting on you.” She screamed up the steps. With a slight roll of your eyes you gave Emily a final smile, thanking her for her time and walking out of your bedroom. Adjusting your gloves you made your way down the large staircase. “I am coming, I am simply making sure everything is perfect, today is an important day.” Your mother smiled and nodded her head, taking you by the arm as she walked you out to the carriage, your siblings following behind. Stepping into the carriage you glanced around as the rest of your siblings got in, “Where is brother, he should be here, should he not?” you questioned, turning to your mother. She sucked in a deep breath, before nodding her head, her lips pressing into a thin smile as she wrapped her sheer white shawl around herself, “Yes he should be, I am sure he is just running a little late.” You nodded at her, leaning back comfortably against the plush dark green interior of the carriage.

Before you knew it you and your family had made it to the Queens’ palace. As your footman helped you out of the carriage you looked around nervously, taking in all the people making their way inside. Your mother wrapped an arm around you, gently taking your hand in hers. “You will do just fine, my dear, remember, be yourself and stay calm. Be very demure and very mindful with your actions.” Giving her a smile and a small nod you straighten your posture, allowing her to lead you into the large waiting room full of the other debutants and their mamas. One by one each of the debutants were called in, escorted by their mamas and made to stand before the Queen. “Miss. Y/N L/N, presented by her mother. The Right Honorable, the Dowager Viscountess L/N” The Queen’s man called out as the large doors opened revealing you and your mother. Your mother gave your arm one last squeeze before you made your way through the wide luxuriant doors; walking down the gold and white decorated aisleway, sparing glances at the people watching you. When you finally made your way in front of the queen you gathered up the sides of your dress, slightly, bowing down with grace before raising your head. Not quite meeting her majesty's eyes. The queen eyed you, squinting as she watched you curtsy, closely evaluating you. After what felt to be the longest minute, she stood up from the golden plush throne she sat on. Her hand wrapped around your chin, gently lifting your head, allowing you to rise and your eyes to meet hers. “Flawless, my dear.” She exclaimed. A smile broke out on your face as she gently kissed your forehead before allowing you to go back to your mother. “Did that really just happen?” you whispered. Your mother patted the back of your hand, “Just keep smiling my dearest, they are watching you. Now more than ever.” Your mother breathed out slowly. You gave a slight nod, making sure to soften the smile that graced your face as you looked around at everyone in the room.

The next day you were sitting in the parlor, playing a gentle tune on the piano as your little brother and sister played a card game and your mother was going over your dress choices for the upcoming ball. Your sister ran in with a news pamphlet. Calling everyone’s attention she held it up. Your mother let out a disappointed sigh, “Another Lady thistledown? There is never anything good in those gossip pamphlets. Shameless, anonymous gossip is not lady like young lady ""No, no mother this one names its subjects by name, Y/N is even mentioned this time!” she explained excitedly to your mother. At the mention of your name, you stopped playing. Pushing back against the plush seat of the piano, the bench scraping against the floor as you stood up quickly making your way over to her. Your mother let out a quiet gasp, reaching over and snatching the pamphlet from your sister. Reading over it she started out loud, “Dearest Gentle-reader, today was the day that all the eligible marriage minded misses presented themselves to her majesty The Queen. All of them shined like the brightest jewels in the Queen’s collection. However, it seems that one Miss had out shown all the others, Miss. Y/N L/N, a true diamond in her right, has seemingly caught the attention of our beloved Queen. Though this old author must issue a warning, as we all know. The brighter a lady shines, the faster she may burn.” Your mother took a deep breath after finishing, throwing the pamphlet down on the table in front of her. “The diamond of the season, Y/N. You are the incomparable of this season. This is amazing!” Your mother exclaimed, as if it was something you did not know. “We must go to the modiste immediately, we must get you an even better gown made.” She took your hand, giving you a wide, bright smile before dragging you out of the parlor calling for Emily to prepare a carriage.

After coming home from the modiste with a new dress yesterday you went straight to bed - needing to be well rested for the first ball of the season. Emily once again came to get you up, saying that your mother insisted that you be ready immediately. Once you had been bathed Emily put you in the new dress. It was an iridescent white dress with a lovely back that had several gold accents on it, going down the sides and around the bosom. It fit perfectly and was rather sparkly. An exquisite choice for your first ball out in society. As night fell, your mother gathered you and your brothers in the foyer, giving you all a once over before allowing all of you out and into the carriage. “Now, my son, it is your responsibility to try and arrange something for Y/N. You are the man of the house,” your mothers face hardened as she explained to your brother. Your eldest brother let out an exasperated sigh, “I will mother, it is just that none of them are good enough. I must make sure that they are proper gentlemen and will treat her with the utmost respect.” He gave a tightlipped smile towards your mother before turning to face you. “You must stay with me during the ball, I shall not have you hounded by men.” he commanded as the carriage came to a stop. Finally, you stepped into the mansion of Lady Clara, an old family friend. You shook off all the negative feelings, casting a glance back at your mother as your brother interlocked your arms as he began leading you down the staircase. All eyes fell on you as the crowd of people below went quiet to a whisper. You put on your beautiful smile as your brother leads you to the edge of the ballroom; glancing around as he watches all the eyes fall on the two of you. “And so, it begins” he mumbled under his breath. You took out your hand fan, using it to fan yourself slightly as you looked around the room still arm in arm with your brother. You placed your fan down as several different men came up to you, forming a small semi-circle around you. “Miss, L/N how are you doing tonight” a short dark-haired man asked, reaching for your hand. Your brother snapped his hand up, stopping the man from touching you. “She is just fine this evening, Mr. Smythe.” You gave Mr. Smythe a polite smile casting a short glare to your brother before confirming his statement to the gentleman. Mr. Smythe cleared his throat, sending you a pity look before announcing his leave. You sighed, looking around at the remaining men who started placing their sights on others at your brother’s cold attitude. Pulling your arm away from your brother you sighed heavily. “What is wrong now sister?” he questioned. “I am simply parched brother; I shall go get a drink and return immediately.” He gave you a curt nod allowing you to leave his view towards the refreshments at the corner of the room.

While you were grabbing yourself a drink, Timothy Paltrow approached you, taking your hand in his. His dark blonde hair was disheveled and greasy. His long dirty nails dug uncomfortably into your hand “Oh Miss. L/N, I’ve been searching for you all night. I have been most eager to share a dance with you” He blurted, pulling you closer to him. Trying to hold the grimace from making its way onto your face, you pulled yourself back. Being mindful of your surroundings and listening ears you cleared your throat before responding, “As nice as that would be Mr. Paltrow, I fear my brother is looking for me.” You smiled at him nervously. Finally ripping your hand out of his harsh grip and scurrying off into the crowd of people. While weaving through the crowd you heard Timothy calling out for you. You looked back at him watching him get smaller in the crowd of people. When you turned your attention forward you ran into a sturdy body, knocking you back slightly. The body’s arms gently wrapped around your waist to not allow you to fall completely back. You let out a sharp gasp looking at the man you ran into, “I apologize…” you whispered out, taking in a sharp breath, bowing to the man slightly. The man was handsome, his dark hair, sharp eyes, and strong jawline drew your attention. He nodded silently, adjusting his pristine white jacket, checking on the golden buttons before accepting your apology. Your name was called through the large crowd once again. Without looking back you gently took the arm of the man in front of you stopping him from turning around and leaving you once again at the mercy of Timothy Paltrow, “Who might you be good sir?” you questioned him wanting to seem in deep conversation. The man gave you a sneer, turning his nose up at you. “Am I genuinely supposed to believe that you do not know who I am?” He questioned pulling his arm away from you. You gave him a dirty look, opening your mouth to speak back at him.

“Park, Park! Good to see you old lad,” you jumped as your brother's booming voice came from behind you. He approached you and the man. Giving the man a firm handshake before turning towards you, “Jongseong, I see you’ve met my sister, Y/N. Y/N this is The Duke of Decelis, Jongseong Park. We’ve known each other since our Oxford days.” The man, Jongseong, let out a huffed laugh, “How many times have I told you, call me Jay. We’ve known each other long enough, old friend. And yes, but just barely. I was just about to take my leave when we bumped into each other.” The man's eyebrow lifted slightly as he gave you another cold glance. “Is that so- ““Yes, yes, it is brother, I was just going to find mother.” You cut your brother off wanting to save yourself some embarrassment, “I must take leave, so please excuse me. It was wonderful to have met one of my brothers' esteemed friends, Your Grace.” you curtsy to the man, speaking through gritted teeth, wanting to be polite despite the anger rearing its ugly head through your chest. Leaving your brother to talk to him, their laughter fading in with the chatter of the crowd.

Going back up the large staircase you found your mother and Lady Clara standing and talking while glancing over the crowd of dancing bodies on the ballroom floor. As you greeted them kindly your mother threw a glance at you. “And what might you be doing dear?” Her voice was soft so as to not draw attention from the guests around you. “He is being awful mama, he will not let a single suitor dance with me, he thinks them all to be awful men.” You whined to her. Lady Clara gave your mother a sly glance, wrapping her arm gently around the tops of your shoulder, “We saw you with the Duke of Decelis. Most certainly he should be interested, yes? I do believe you are the only one he spoke with properly.” Lady Clara gave you a smirk, her fox-like eyes becoming mischievous as her sly smile made them crinkle at the ends. You shook your head in denial. “No Lady Clara, we simply bumped into each other. It was nothing more than that.” “Sure, it wasn’t dear, go fetch your mama and I some punch, yes? This old woman’s feet are so very tired.” Feeling as though she wanted you out of their hair you accepted, hearing only a loud, “Brilliant idea, we must get them in the same room.” From your mother as you walked away.

Just as the night started to come closer to the end you stayed on the sidelines with your mother and Lady Clara, keeping quiet. You watched your brother keep the hounding mamas and their daughters at bay by indulging them in simple conversation. Along with Jay, who must have decided to stay in the company of your brother. You watched as he smiled at the other young ladies and their mamas, entertaining them, captivating them with his charming smile and disposition. Just for a split second you found yourselves wondering what it would be like to be one of them. When the night finally died down and the guests were starting to leave, Lady Clara and your mother made their way down to the main ballroom, finding your brother and Jay chatting once again. “Your Grace…” Lady Clara greeted Jay. Jay's head snapped to look at her, giving her a lovely bright smile, he offered his hand before being pulled into a hug by the older woman, “It is wonderful to see you” he responded to her. “It is so good to see you, might you do this old woman a favor and escort me to dinner tomorrow at the L/N estate?” She questioned him. You let out a quiet gasp, recognizing this as the plan you walked away from early in the night. Jay looked around making swift eye contact with you before looking at your brother who looked clueless. “Oh yes, please do come, it would be most pleasant to have you there for dinner, Your Grace. You and my son must be able to catch up, of course.” Your mother jumped in. Jay let out a soft huff before putting on a smile, “Of course I will, Lady Clara, Lady L/N. It would absolutely be my honor.” “Well perfect, we will see you tomorrow night for dinner.” Your mother beamed at him. Your brother nodded, “Yes, but for tonight we must take our leave.” Jay gave your brother a firm handshake, turning to bow slightly in you and your mother’s direction, “Have a wonderful night Lady L/N, Miss. L/N.”

The next day you woke up earlier than usual feeling invigorated after your first ball out in society. After calling for Emily she came and helped you get dressed. Dawning on a simple light green dress with subtle sparkle you walked into the parlor finding your mother sitting down enjoying her morning tea. “I do so hope your brother allowed for some suitors to speak with you last night so that we may have callers this afternoon.” You gave her a sad look, “I highly doubt that we will mother, but we must have some hope.” She nodded, going back to her tea as you sat down across from her. As the morning turned to noon and passed your other siblings had joined you and your mother in the parlor. “Will anyone come to call on Y/N, mother.” Your youngest sister asked her as she played on the floor with your youngest brother. Your mother let out a gasp, “Well of course she will, she is the incomparable of the season, we must have hope.” Your sister simply shrugged going back to her game. The wide white double doors to the parlor swung open, Emily came through them, her light beige dress brushing against the furniture. Her face was solemn and filled with disgust as she spoke, “A gentleman has arrived ma’am, might I send him up?” Your mother side eyed Emily at her expression before nodding a pleasant smile on her face. Emily left the room swiftly, her eyes cast down. As the doors opened again you felt your chest clench with aversion as Timothy Paltrow walked through them. The smile on your mothers face dropped momentarily before returning with a faux laugh. “Well, I certainly did not expect to see you here today, Mr. Paltrow,” She laughed. Timothy gave her a bow, hands running through his greasy hair as he sat down next to you, “I am surprised Miss. Y/N had not told you of our lovely talk last evening.” He glanced at her, and she smiled, “I suppose she might have. Would you like anything to eat, some tea perhaps?” “Ah yes of course that would be lovely, I will have some biscuits and jam.” Your mother gave him an uneasy nod, calling Emily back into the room.

As Emily brought back Timothy's biscuits, in came your brother, a look of surprise dawning his face as he watched you scoot closer to the edge of your seat as Timothy inched towards you on the sofa. “And what might you be doing here Mr. Paltrow?” Your brother’s voice startled Timothy: he jumped up from his position to greet him. “I am here to call on Miss. Y/N, I would like to have a conversation with you Lord L/N.” Your brother nodded, pursing his lips before agreeing to see Timothy in his study. You let out a sigh of relief as Timothy walked out with your brother, throwing a dead stare at your mother, “It is okay my dear we are early in the season, and I have since spoken to your brother about his behavior. I am sure that if tonight’s dinner goes over well then all will be right.” She assured you gently. You gave her a small nod, getting up to take your leave hoping that you wouldn’t see Timothy again for the rest of the week.

When Emily came up to call you for dinner you felt as if the floor was going to swallow you whole. You knew tonight you would have to see him, The Duke of Decelis: Jay Park. You had been dreading this ploy of your mother and Lady Clara since they brought it up. Following closely behind Emily you entered the large open dining room, the dark wooden table in the middle already filled except for one spot, directly next to the duke. You rolled your eyes before taking your seat, you turned slightly towards him, giving him a polite greeting before recognizing the rest of the table. Your mother and Lady Yoon smiled from the end of the table. “Well, the two of you certainly look dashing next to each other,” Lady Clara commented while taking a sip of her wine. Jay cleared his throat awkwardly, taking a bite of his meal before speaking, “It is wonderful that you all are seated together, even the children” Your mother smiles at him, “Well we do like each other… most of the time.” He laughs, getting lost in conversation with her. You sat there silently observing each of your family members as they spoke of Lady Whistledown, your face set firm. “I shall like to think you to be happy to be seated next to me” Jay’s smooth, deep voice met your ears, you gave him a slight sneer, “Perhaps, Your Grace, you shall just refrain from thinking of me at all.” He cocked his head at you, “It is simply surprising that- “you cut him off quickly, “Right, because how could a lady be anything but happy with a smile plastered on her face when seated next to a man of your stature regardless of your reputation.”

Jay smirked, his deep dimple popping out, “You are aware of my reputation, are you?” You shook your head at the man, “The only thing I am aware of is that you keep company with my brother; and of course, what a certain gossip writer has to say about you. Arrogant – most definitely, argumentative, and presumptuous.” Placing them down your silverware clanged loudly against your crystal plate, looking up you found your siblings looking at you. Ignoring their looks you turned and faced Jay, “Tell me I am wrong.” He sucked his teeth, taking a sip of his wine before harshly placing the glass on the mahogany table, “Who shall not think of who again? But just so you may know I know things a certain author has written of you as well. Chased – always wanted and yet never claimed, neat and desperate.” Your face fell in shock as he seethed at you, “I’ll have you know-““To marry, that is. Tell me I am wrong?” He cut you off, picking up his drink to take another sip. “I am anything but interested in you,” You snarled. “And I you.” At his response you let out a huff, picking up your own drink and taking a large sip.

Your brother cleared his throat awkwardly, attempting to break up the heavy silence that fell upon the room. He sat his silverware down, “Sister, if you must know, Timothy Paltrow has made a marriage proposal to me.” Your head snapped toward him, “You said what now?” Your brother nodded his head, “Yes, this afternoon, he asked for permission to propose. He will do just fine, sure he might not be the most handsome of the bunch, but his record is clean, his books settled, and he has no known debt.” Your mother shook her head, “I don’t think that is- “Your brother cut her off swiftly, “I have done good on my duty and secured her a match mother. She will live comfortably.” You looked at him incredulously, “Brother you must be joking!” He simply shook his head, “It will be final within the upcoming months, as soon as the contract is drawn up, we will sign. You will be married at the end of the season. That is final.” At your brother’s words your face fell in sadness. Standing up and excusing yourself quickly you made your way up to your room; allowing the door to fall closed with a heavy thud not caring about the guests left downstairs. As you sped away Jay leaned back against his chair, watching your fading form up the stairs. Once again, your brother cleared his throat, “I must apologize not only for my sister but also for my brash conversation. That should not have happened at the dinner table.” Jay simply nodded, silently accepting your brother’s apology. Lady Clara gave your mother a look as she finished her glass of wine, “Well the season isn’t over yet.” Your mother gave her a tight-lipped smile, before agreeing with her, “Certainly not.”

Waking up the next day you felt numb, knowing that without even consulting you your brother had sealed your fate to Timothy Paltrow. There was another ball that evening, making the feeling of anxiety crawl up your body and claw at your chest. “Miss?” Emily’s voice calling out to you sounded far away. “Miss, are you quite alright?” Emily waved her hand in front of your face, snapping you out of the thoughts that consumed you. “I apologize Emily, it seems my mind is somewhere else.” The lady’s maid nodded as she finished putting makeup on you. “Just remember Miss, it is not over until it's over. There is still time.” You gave her a sad smile as you stood up. She opened the door allowing you to head out and meet your mother at the top of the stairs. Your mother gave you a pitting smile, taking your arm and walking down the stairs where you met with your brother. The silence that hung over the carriage only grew the closer you got to the ball, “You seriously must not still be angry at me Y/N.” your brother sighed. “I am not angry; I am simply upset. You did not give me a chance to find someone. You scared off many gentlemen and were just downright nasty to them.” You spoke out to him. “I simply want you to be taken care of, as undesirable as he is Timothy will do just that.” You shook your head at your brother, the conversation coming to an end as you arrived at the ball.

The ball was lively as you entered. You watched all the flowing ball gowns of the eligible young ladies spin out as they danced with their suitors. You took your brother's arm as you made your way into the ball, “You may dance tonight, if Timothy Paltrow arrives I would like for you to dance with him.” Giving him a cold look you just nodded, making your way over to watch the young couple’s dance. Wondering what it would be like to be able to dance the night away with someone of your choice. A tap on your shoulder shook you out of your thoughts, whipping around you were met with Jay. He looked dashing in his dark brown waistcoat and black suit. His sharp eyes bore into yours as he gave you a thin smile offering you his hand, “May I have this dance, Miss L/N?” You stared at him quizzically, skeptically taking it. “Of course, Your Grace.” As the two of you made your way on to the you watched as several eyes fell onto you. Jay straightened his posture, his hand making its way to the small of your waist as the music started. Nervously you placed your arm on his shoulder, gripping it lightly to keep you steady. “That was quite something last evening…” Jay whispered to you as you spun around the ballroom floor. “I would prefer not to speak of it. As you can imagine it is not something I am thrilled with.” His dark eyes bore down at you, his grip tightening ever so slightly, making your cheeks heat up at the feeling of his hands on you. “Certainly he cannot be that bad, I’m sure-“Jay was cut off in the middle of his sentence as the thin pale hand of Timothy Paltrow gripped tightly down onto his shoulder, long dirty nails digging into his flesh through the velvety collar of his suit jacket. “I must cut in; I have been promised a dance with Miss. L/N’s and have been waiting all night.” Timothy's shrill voice made your blood run cold. Jay glanced at you watching your eyes fall to the ground as you shook your head softly, tightening your grip on his hand. He felt sorry as the song came to end and he slowly let go of you, giving your hand a small squeeze before completely letting go, and finally shaking Timothy's hand from him, “Well it seems as though you have come at the right time, our dance has just ended.” Before taking his leave Jay turned to you, giving you a bow and walking off. As he walked away, he shoulder checked Timothy, “I must say, Mr. Paltrow, do kindly allow us to completely finish next time.” He spoke coldly returning to the edge of the ballroom.

Timothy let out a grunt as Jay pushed past him, giving him a dirty look. “Who does he think he is?” Timothy grumbled, grabbing your hand to put it on his shoulder, his hands sliding down your body before gripping tightly on your waist. You sucked in a deep breath, chest tightening as his fingernails dug into your skin through your dress. Timothy gave you a smile, his mouth opening as he spoke, “I sure hope that you have heard the good news.” His smile repulsed you, the smell of alcohol escaping his mouth as he spoke. You kept quiet, attempting to look anywhere but at him. “You will make the most wonderful wife; I can only imagine. You will be so loving to me, yes? I’m sure you will also make a wonderful mother. Can’t you see it, you and our wonderful children.” The more he spoke the more his words slurred. He pressed into you, head falling toward your ear, your breath sped up, chest falling rapidly as you tried to suck in more air, “You shall always be in our bed chamber.” At that you pushed him away, running toward the door to the garden. Escaping through the door the warm summer air wrapped around you. You sucked in deep breaths trying to calm down. As you escaped further into the garden you heard heavy footsteps behind you. Spinning around you came face to face with Timothy. His tall rangy frame hunched over as he stumbled toward you. He reached our boney fingers gripping the fat of your upper arm, no doubt leaving crescents from his nails as he pulled you harshly towards him. “You do not get to run away from me, you are to be my wife.” He hissed. “As my betrothed I think you should give me something, I mean you so shamelessly danced with that no-good duke.�� As his other hand came to grab at you, you let out a small scream, clenching your hand and throwing an impressive punch at the man, hitting him square in the nose and knocking him clean to the ground.

Turning around, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, you see Jay running towards you. He looked to see Timothy on the ground. “Are you okay Y/N?” Your eyes widened at the use of your name, but you didn’t allow it to distract you long, “I didn’t- I wasn’t-I can’t- “you stumbled over your words still in shock as you backed away from Timothy. “It's okay, I saw him follow you out here. I was about to intervene, but it seems as though you took care of that yourself.” You once again started to breathe deeply, allowing yourself to calm down in Jay’s presence. “I can not marry him, I simply cannot, but there is no one else,” your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked at him. He let out a deep sigh, “Unless.” You blinked rapidly, “Unless we help each other. I am tired of the rabid mamas throwing their daughters at me and you need suitors.” His deep voice was low. “Are saying that we should pretend to be courting? To draw the attention away from you and suitors to me?” Even though the suggestion was clear you still questioned him. He let out a small sigh, “It is perfect is it not, with me courting you mothers are not so inclined to throw their daughters at me, it will be as if I am already taken. With them thinking you are courting me it makes you all the more desirable.” He explained it quietly to you. You looked into his eyes before nodding, your mind going all over the place, “Let’s do it but no one should find out; and no matter what we shall not actually be courting each other. However, you will need to give me at least two dances at every ball and I require a promenade; we must make it believable.” Jay nodded, quickly agreeing to your terms, “We shall start tomorrow, I will call on you in the morning. Go back inside, I’ll take care of him” he gestured to the still knocked out Timothy, you gave him a smile and nodded, bowing towards him before walking back into the ballroom finding your brother looking for you. “There you are Y/N, we must take our leave. I fear mother has gotten too drunk.” You let out a small giggle following your brother out of the ballroom and to the carriage.

In the morning you awoke invigorated, Emily gave you one of her signature bright smiles. “You look much more excited today than yesterday. I assume last night's ball was a success.” You gave her a nod while smiling, “Yes Emily, I think things can look up from here.” “That is lovely Miss. let us get you ready for today then.” While getting ready your mind couldn’t help but fall to the events of last night. You were terrified when Timothy found you in the garden but now that you and Jay were in cahoots you didn’t mind. You had until the end of the season to find another suitor and with the help of Jay you were most certain you would find one well before that. After putting on your dress, a lovely baby blue gown with peonies and orchids embroidered in white along the end. Exiting your room and walking to the parlor you were greeted by your mother standing outside of the door with a bright sunny smile. “Oh Y/N, my dear, you must come and see. Look at what has arrived for you!” Upon entering the parlor your heart squeezed, and you let out a gasp, inside sitting on the table were two large flower bouquets filled with red roses, baby’s breath, chrysanthemums and tulips. “Read the note dearest.” Your mother egged you on. Walking towards them you pulled off the note wrapped around the eloquent vase, “Miss. L/N, I quite enjoyed our dance last night. I never thought I could find such pleasure in a mundane activity. I hope that this is not too informal or foreword. Our conversation was one that continues to replay in my mind. I shall call on you this afternoon, before the ball this evening, so we may continue our talks. Yours Truly, Duke of Decelis, Jay Park.” You read the note in a whisper, heat rising to your cheeks as you continued. Once you finished you turned to your mother, “It is from the Duke, he says he will call on me this afternoon!” While you knew it was fake you still smiled brightly. Your mother gasped and gave you a warm embrace. “This is wonderful news dear. Things are looking up are they not, we just had to have hope.” You gave your mother a nod, as she released you from her hold.

Afternoon could not have come any sooner. Right on the dot Emily walked in with a smile on her face, “Ma’am” she called to your mother, “The Duke of Decelis is here for Miss. Y/N, might I send him up?” Your mother nodded eagerly at her question, placing down her needle work before looking towards you. You sat up straight, placing the book you were reading down and fixing your hair. As Jay walked in, your mother stood up, greeting him kindly and asking him if he would like any refreshments. Jay politely declined as his eyes fell to you. “I would simply like to take the time to speak to Miss. L/N.” You mother smiled at him nodding her head in agreement, “Of course, silly me.” She went to sit back down, keeping an eye on Jay as he walked and greeted you before sitting at the chair across from you. He gently took your hands in his thumb grazing over your lightly bruised knuckles. “How are you this morning, Miss. L/N.” You gave him a polite smile, “I am most well Your Grace, might I assume you are the same?” He nodded, “Yes, and how did you like your flowers?” “Oh, I simply loved them, they are quite beautiful.” Jays smiled at you, his eyes soft, “That is most wonderful, I am glad that you found them so lovely.” As your conversation died down you felt a sense of peace, while you knew that if what you were doing you would cause the scandal of the century you couldn’t help but not to care. You were happy just talking to him, getting to be with someone who had no other interest than helping you and helping themselves. Jay cleared his throat as he stood up, “I fear I may have overstayed. I must get ready to take my leave.” You nodded at him, standing up, “Of course, Your Grace. You must have things to do before tonight’s festivities.” Jay nodded, giving you a kind smile, “Yes, I do have things to do. It was wonderful to get to spend this afternoon with you Miss. L/N.""Of course, Your Grace, it was my absolute pleasure.” Jay once again grabbed your hand, bowing down and giving it a soft kiss, “Thank you Miss. L/N, I shall see you tonight at the ball.” With that Jay bid your mother goodbye and walked out.

The ball at the Jones-Smith estate was in full swing when you arrived. Looking at the familiar faces of this season you carefully scoped them out to see if Timothy would show up. You wondered what Jay did with him after you left the garden. With no sight of him you made your way towards the ballroom floor, standing silently and waiting to see Jay. Your dress was a lovely pink with a sparkling outer layer and deep red accents. While looking around you found Jay coming into the room, he looked handsome with his dark hair slicked back, a few stray pieces in his face. He was in a lovely black suit and deep red waistcoat. In his breast pocket was a lovely pink primrose. His eyes found yours quickly and he made his way to you, grabbing the small dance card and filling out the first spot, “I suppose we shall do this correctly from now on?” He smiled at you letting your hand drop before offering you his arm. Taking his arm, you both made your way onto the dance floor as the music started to play. “It seems as though we are matching, Miss. L/N” he whispered to you, as hands ghosted down your waist. Your cheeks heated up, “It does seem so Your Grace.” He twirled you, pulling you closely back into his chest. “Look at me” he gently demanded, “They are watching, you must look at me.” Placing your gaze upon him you couldn’t help but start to feel nervous, his eyes were gorgeous and for the first time you felt a flicker of heat run through you. This dance, unlike the one with Timothy, was different. You felt safe and protected, you didn’t feel as though you must run away and hide. You felt hot, your cheeks barely flushed as you both stared at each other. You did your best to hide the nervousness that continuously built up over the duration of your dance. As it ended Jay gave you the most beautiful smile, you felt your heart jump in your chest. As the song ended, Jays’ hands slid off your waist, leaving behind a trail that felt like fire underneath your dress. “Thank you for the dance, Miss. L/N, might I escort you to get a drink?” Unable to speak, you simply nodded, allowing him to lead you off the dance floor and towards the refreshments.

As you both stood there Jay leaned over to you. In a quiet, low whisper he spoke, “I must inform you that Mr. Paltrow should never bother you again. If he does, he will have me to answer to.” You opened your mouth to speak. “Pardon me,” A voice cut into the conversation between you and Jay. You glanced over seeing a man, “I apologize for cutting in, but would you allow me a dance later Miss. L/N?” You gave the man a smile, “Yes of course, my lord.” The man smiled back at you and took your dance card signing his name before making his way back towards the dance floor. You gave Jay an excited look. Before you could get another word out another man approached you, “Excuse me Miss. L/N, might I interest you in a dance later this evening?” Agreeing you allowed the man to sign your dance card. “I do believe it is working, Your Grace” you smiled at Jay. He looked over at you, his jaw clenched and a tight smile gracing his handsome features, “Of course, just as we knew it would…” Before Jay could continue two more men came up to sign your dance card. By the time the ball was over you had filled in your dance card and danced with several suitors; ending the night with promises of being called on in the morning.

Emily ran into your room as the early morning approached. “Miss. Miss. You must wake up and get dressed immediately, you already have callers.” You shot up out of bed at her pleading call, eyes wide. Watching as Emily prepared a quick bath for you and grabbed one of the new gowns from the modiste you stood up, “Callers? This early in the morning?” “Yes Miss. Now please get into the tub, I shall help you bathe this morning, you must make haste.” Following Emily’s instructions, you bathed quickly, drying off and dressing in a short time. As you made your way out of your room and towards the parlor your eyes grew wide, there was a line of men waiting. You greeted them all shyly as you moved past them and into the large room. Your mother greeted you with a wide smile and equally wide eyes. “Y/N, darling, it is so wonderful of you to join us, these gentlemen are here for you.” “Of course, mother, it is my honor.” You took a seat at the round table as your mother allowed the suitors in. One by one, you took whatever gifts they gave you and thanked them genuinely. Looking at the flower bouquet you couldn’t help but be disappointed, they were nowhere near as beautiful or thoughtful as the ones Jay had given you earlier this week. As you spoke with the gentleman you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering about Jay. From wondering how the conversations would go if he were here and how you may interact at the next ball. With your mind filled with him you finished speaking to the last of the gentleman that had called on you. Sighing, you slouched in your chair, your mother coming over. “That was most wonderful my dear. There were so many nice young gentlemen. You are certainly popular again” she beamed as she joined you at the table.

Later in the afternoon you and your family were once again in the parlor after having lunch. Your youngest siblings were sitting and playing chess as your sister practiced the piano forte. Emily walked in holding a news pamphlet. “Lady L/N, a new Lady Whistledown has arrived.” Your mother glanced up at her, putting down her needlework before grabbing the pamphlet. “Thank you, Emily.” As Emily left you and your sister stood up, rushing to your mother’s side. “What does it say mama?” your sister questioned looking over her shoulder. “Dearest Gentle-reader, it would seem as though diamonds truly are the strongest of stones out there. Miss. Y/N L/N, the seasons incomparable have been through quite the strife. Her older brother, the Honorable Viscount L/N had not made it easy on the young lady or her possible suitors. But all seems right in the ‘Ton as the diamond has bagged herself a Duke. Jongseong Park, The Duke of Decelis, has found himself a diamond in a sea of jewels. The two have now been seen dancing together and this author has on good promise that The Duke has indeed called on the diamond. However, it seems as if our Queen has other plans for her most precious jewel. Her nephew, Prince Heli Lee, of Riverfield and Vesselsoft has just arrived in the ‘Ton. This author would place her bet that the Queen has plans for her diamond to instead catch herself a prince at her grand soirée next week in the palace conservatory.” Your mother’s face lit up as she read the pamphlets out loud. “A prince? Do you really think the Queen will introduce her to the prince mother?” Your sister's question rang in your ears as you stared down at the paper in shock. “She is our Queen; she may very well do what she pleases. In any case we must get a new gown at the modiste, we must be prepared for it if she does.” Your mother turned to you, “I’ll have Emily ready a carriage.” You nodded in approval as you both stood and made your way to the foyer.

Although your trip to the modiste was anything but short you were still up in the early morning and getting dressed in a nice gown in case there were more callers this afternoon. Walking into the parlor you found your mother sitting with Jay. As you entered you covered your shock and joy with a small smile, greeting them. Jay stood up, coming over and taking your hand, pressing a kiss to it. “It is wonderful to see you this morning Miss. L/N, I apologize for coming so early but I was wondering if you would like to promenade before calling hour this afternoon.” You glanced over at your mother, seeking her approval. She nodded quickly; eyes big as she mouthed ‘yes’ to you. “Of course Your Grace, it would be my pleasure.”

Getting to the park was a rather quick carriage trip, you sat in a comfortable silence with Jay and Emily, who was chaperoning the two of you. As the carriage stopped Jay helped you out, allowing you to walk closely beside him. “I heard you were quite popular after the Jones-Smith ball.” You let out a warm laugh, “Ahh yes but I can not say it was just thanks to me, you certainly helped with it.” Jay nodded, “It is my pleasure, anything to keep mamas from throwing their poor unfortunate daughters at me.” “You do not enjoy the attention?” You questioned; you knew that he didn’t want to get married, but you also knew that he was one to get around. “It is not that. It is that I simply do not wish to break any poor young girls’ spirit with the hopes of romance and marriage. I am simply not the marrying type.” Your heart ached at his answer, you never realized how much you had grown to like him. “I see, but then maybe you are not the type that women wish to marry either So let us then hope that our ruse can stay for long enough.” Before Jay was able to respond you stopped and turned towards him “Speaking of rouse, what did you do to Timothy? You said at the ball that I would no longer have to worry about him; but you never got to finish your thought. How did you take care of him.” Jay let out a low laugh, “Well you see, Mr. Paltrow had quite a few skeletons in his closet. With a bit of investigation from a good friend of mine I was able to find out he had a baby with a scullery maid in the country. He paid her off to leave the ‘Ton and never claimed his child. All while he was here desperate to find a wife to cover up his tracts. With that information it was easy to scare him into leaving.” Your face fell in shock at his confession, before slowly turning to confusion, “A baby? Well, how did they have a baby if they were not married?” Jay’s eyes widened. “Are you to tell me you do not know how babies are mad?” You shook your head, walking away from him as you felt heat rise to your face. “Never mind forget I had asked.” Jay followed behind you, catching up in a few strides. “There is no need to be embarrassed Y/N, proper young ladies do not know about those things.” You cut him off before he could continue, “It's- It’s not that I do not know how babies are made, or at least what it entails. I simply did not realize it was to be done outside of marriage.” Jay laughs, ‘Like I said it is okay. Many young ladies don’t know the pleasure outside of their duty.” Your brows furrowed at him, “I do not understand what you mean.” Jay took in a deep breath, “You know, it is like what happens at night when you are alone.” You turned your head, “When I am sleeping? I do not think sleeping is exactly pleasurable. Leisurely sure but not necessarily pleasurable.” Jay shook his head, leaning closer to you, “When you touch yourself- “Your mouth fell open slightly and you looked around, face filled with confusion at his brass statement. “Do you touch yourself?” His thick brows drew together momentarily as your eyes darted over his face, “When you're alone at night, you can touch yourself anywhere you can enjoy but especially between your legs.” He came closer to you, lips close to your ear, “and when you find a feeling you particularly enjoy you can carry on with that.” You gulped quietly, lips trembling, “And you can continue until it grows, and you reach your release.” You looked up at Jay only to find his eyes already trained on our face. He cleared his throat, “I apologize for going into such detail, Y/N.” you shook your head at him, “I-““Miss. Y/N, Your Grace, I’m afraid we all must get going, calling hour is near, we must get back to the manor.” Emily had cut you off before you could respond to him. “Yes of course, my apologies for going over my time.” Jay spoke clearly to Emily, stepping away from you and allowing you to be led to the carriage.

As night fell you still couldn’t get Jay's words off of your mind. You tossed and turned the feeling of awake evading you as you laid in bed. As sleep finally took hold of you, you relaxed in bed. “Y/N” you heard his voice soft on the wind, you felt something stir in you, a heat that you had felt only when he was around. His velvet voice wrapped around you warm and wakening. He called out again. “Y/N” You felt his hands exploring your body with interest, holding your waist and traveling down your thighs. His hands were rough to the tough but holding you so delicately. “Do you remember what I said?” The question rang through your mind, “Yes just like that..” he groaned lowly. At his moan your eyes snapped open, sucking in a deep breath you sat up, rubbing your forehead. You closed your eyes, your hands running over your body, it was easy to imagine they were his. His rough hands, hard and strong. Laying back down you continued to caress yourself. Once again you heard his voice, “Just like that…” That night you explored the pleasure touch could bring you, imagining him standing over you, his voice flooding your ears and mind, bringing you so close to release.

Your time after promenading with Jay was a week filled with various trips to the modiste, your mother wanted your dress to be extravagant and perfect in case the Queen really did want to introduce you to her nephew. Your dress was a beautiful cream color, with a nice sparkling sheer fabric, flowers were sewn onto the bodice making the dress look ten times more beautiful. As the carriage pulled up to the Queen's palace you felt anxiety growing, wanting to swallow you up whole. Were you really going to be introduced to a Prince tonight? Would the Queen genuinely expect you to court and marry him after? Many questions reared through your mind as you entered the conservatory, eyes growing in awe as you looked at the various plants and statues that were placed around the large open area. Your mother let you go, giving you a pat on the shoulder as she went to speak to Lady Clara. Walking around the conservatory you took a closer look, identifying some of the flowers that were placed strategically. Alstroemerias planted with Aster, a perfect combination to represent the Queen. As you continued you came across a beautiful red flower, you had not seen them around, while looking at the flowers quizzically you failed to hear the footsteps behind you. “They are Amaryllis flowers; they hold the meaning of splendid beauty and pride.” You jumped at the deep voice of Jay. “I did not mean to frighten you; I was only hoping for a dance this evening Miss. L/N.” You turned to face him; face flushed in embarrassment. "No need to apologize, Your Grace I was simply caught up in the flowers, I do quite love them.” He gave you a smile, you admired his dimples, eyes drifting up to his face that so often visited you in your dreams, “But yes I would love to dance Your Grace.” You wrapped your hand around his upper bicep, squeezing softly as he led you to the dance floor, surrounded by beautiful lantern lights, at the center of the conservatory. You positioned your forearms on his shoulders, hands flat as he did the same to your waist. Dancing as the music picked up, he leaned to your ear and spoke lowly, his whisper made goosebumps appear, sending a pleasant chill through your body, “It seems as though we will be able to stop our ruse soon. The talk of the ‘Ton is that you will find yourself a Prince tonight.” You let out a strangled laugh, “That is all but talk. We can not stop until I have secured myself a love match. Prince or not.” You couldn’t help but want to drag out the plan, you wanted him wholly, even if it was just momentarily. Jay opened his mouth to respond but was cut off as the Queen spoke to you. “Miss. L/N, Mr. Park.” At her statement you and Jay split apart greeting her politely with bows. Ignoring Jay, she motioned for you to follow her, “Miss. L/N, have you met my nephew already tonight?” “No, Your Majesty, I have yet to have the pleasure to meet him.” You answered quietly, casting a glance over to Jay whose jaw was clenched tightly. “Splendid, I shall introduce you to him now. Heli, come now dear.” At her call a tall man with light hair and a sharp nose came over, he greeted you, taking your hand and placing a soft kiss, “I am pleased to make your acquaintance Miss. L/N, I have heard nothing but good things about you.” When you watched him kiss your hand your mind ran to Jay and the way he did the same when he bid you goodbye the last time, he called on you. To the way he visited you in your dreams, consuming you with a carnal pleasure. Nevertheless, your cheeks flushed once more, curtsying to him you acknowledged his words, “And I you, Your Majesty.” The Queen gave you both a small smile, “Yes, now that you are acquainted, go for a spin around the room. I would like for you two to dance.” Both you and Heli looked at her before nodding, bidding her goodbye, he led you to the dance floor. As the two of you danced, he spoke kindly to you, asking you about your hobbies, your interests and your intentions for the season. You answered all his questions, asking him ones similar and then about his country. You enjoyed the fondness on

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bye guys this was so cute 😭 i loved it 💕

Awkward nuh uh - enhypen

-when you get to comfortable around each other

sunoo's part is so painful to read so goodluck

Lee heeseung - 이희승

The morning sun filtered through the bathroom window, casting a soft, warm light over the tiled floor. Heeseung stood in front of the mirror, carefully shaving his face, his focus entirely on the task at hand. The gentle scrape of the razor against his skin and the faint hum of the bathroom fan were the only sounds in the room.

Just as he was finishing up, he heard the hurried patter of your feet approaching. You burst into the bathroom, a look of mild panic on your face as you tugged at the hem of your midi skirt.

"Hee! I need your help—can you please shave my legs? I totally forgot, and I’m running late!" you blurted out, your words coming out in a rush.

Heeseung blinked, momentarily surprised by your sudden request. He looked down at your bare legs, which were peeking out from under your skirt, then back up at your slightly flustered face. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"You want me to shave your legs?" he asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Yes, please!" you pleaded, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes. "I’m already behind schedule, and I don’t have time to do it myself. You’re way better at this than I am anyway."

Heeseung chuckled softly, setting his razor down on the edge of the sink. "Alright, alright. Come here, then."

Relief washed over you as you quickly positioned yourself in front of him, lifting your skirt slightly to give him access to your legs. Heeseung knelt down, grabbing the shaving cream from the counter and applying a generous amount to your calves.

The cool sensation of the shaving cream made you shiver slightly, but Heeseung’s touch was gentle and reassuring. He carefully picked up his razor and began to glide it smoothly over your skin, making sure to be as precise as possible.

"Hold still, okay? I don’t want to nick you," he said, his voice soft and concentrated.

You nodded, watching him as he worked. There was something oddly intimate about the moment, the way he was so focused on taking care of you. You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet he was being, even in such a mundane situation.

Heeseung continued to shave your legs with careful precision, occasionally rinsing the razor in the sink to clear off the excess shaving cream. His movements were deliberate and gentle, almost as if he were handling something delicate.

"There we go," he said after a few minutes, wiping away the remaining shaving cream with a towel. He ran his hand over your now smooth leg, a satisfied smile on his face. "All done. How does that feel?"

You reached down to feel your leg, smiling widely at the smoothness. "Perfect! Thank you so much, Hee. You really saved me."

Heeseung stood up, wiping his hands on the towel before wrapping his arms around you in a quick hug. "Anytime. You know I’ve got your back."

You hugged him back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "I know. I’m really lucky to have you."

Heeseung pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders as he looked down at you with a teasing grin. "Just remember this the next time you need something last minute. I’m adding it to my list of ‘boyfriend duties.’"

You laughed, giving him a playful nudge. "I’ll keep that in mind. Now, I really have to go!"

With a quick peck on his cheek, you dashed out of the bathroom, feeling much more confident now that your legs were perfectly smooth. As you rushed to grab your things and head out the door, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, grateful for Heeseung’s quick thinking and willingness to help you out of a tight spot.

Park jongseong - 박종성

The clock on your phone glowed a soft 2:56 AM as your stomach growled for what felt like the hundredth time that night. You sighed, realizing sleep would be impossible until you satisfied your hunger. Rolling over in bed, you noticed Jay was still awake, scrolling through his phone beside you.

"I'm starving," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

Jay looked up, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Want to hit up the 24/7 convenience store down the street? I could use a snack too."

It didn’t take much convincing. The thought of instant noodles and maybe some quick snacks had your stomach rumbling in agreement. Within minutes, the two of you were out the door, walking the quiet streets under the dim glow of streetlights.

The convenience store was a beacon of light in the otherwise sleepy neighborhood. Once inside, you immediately made a beeline for the instant noodles, grabbing a couple of packs while Jay wandered off in search of his own late-night cravings. As you filled the cup with hot water, your eyes landed on a pack of fried chicken resting innocently in the fridge section.

“Microwaveable chicken? Don’t mind if I do,” you murmured to yourself, grabbing the pack and popping it into the microwave. The scent of fried chicken filled the small store, and your mouth watered in anticipation.

Jay returned with an armful of snacks, just in time to see you pull the steaming chicken out of the microwave. “That looks good,” he commented, eyeing the food with interest.

You grinned, practically drooling at the sight of the crispy chicken. Without thinking, you picked up a piece and, ignoring the steam rising from it, shoved the entire thing into your mouth.

Big mistake.

The scalding heat hit you instantly, and your eyes widened in shock. The burning sensation was intense, almost unbearable, and you felt your jaw drop as your brain scrambled to figure out what to do. You started to wave your hands frantically, trying to cool your mouth down, but it was no use.

Jay noticed your distress immediately and, without a second thought, he reached out and placed his hand under your chin. “Spit it out,” he urged, his voice calm but firm.

With no time to hesitate, you spat the burning piece of chicken into Jay’s hand, relief flooding through you as the intense heat left your mouth. You expected Jay to toss it into the trash, but instead, he surprised you by popping the piece into his own mouth, chewing casually as if nothing had happened.

You stared at him, wide-eyed and worried. “Jay! It’s still burning hot! Are you crazy?”

Jay grinned at you as he chewed, his face remarkably calm. “It’s not that bad,” he said, once he’d swallowed. “I just didn’t want to waste good chicken.”

You couldn’t help but gape at him, both impressed and concerned. “You’re seriously insane,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief.

He chuckled, wiping his hand on a napkin. “Or maybe I’m just really dedicated to not wasting food. Either way princess, you’re safe now, right?”

You couldn’t argue with that. The burning in your mouth had subsided, leaving only a slight tingle. You were definitely more cautious when you picked up the next piece of chicken, blowing on it several times before taking a much smaller, more careful bite.

Jay watched you with a satisfied smirk, clearly amused by the whole situation. “Next time, maybe let it cool down a bit, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for saving me from my own impatience.”

“Anytime,” Jay replied, popping a snack into his mouth and grinning at you. “But I draw the line at doing that twice in one night.”

You laughed, the earlier panic fading into a comfortable warmth. Despite the late hour and the unexpected drama, you couldn’t think of anyone else you’d rather be sharing this midnight snack with.

Sim jaeyun - 심재윤

It was one of those moments where time seemed to stretch out indefinitely. You had finished your business a while ago, but somehow, you were still sitting on the bathroom seat, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. The quiet of the early morning hours had a way of making everything feel a bit more sluggish, and it was all too easy to lose track of time.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Jake walked in, a towel slung over his shoulder. You didn’t bother looking up; you knew it was him from the familiar sound of his footsteps. He didn’t say anything, just nodded in your direction as he made his way to the shower.

You heard the soft rustle of fabric as he shed his clothes, followed by the click of the shower knob. The water hissed to life, filling the room with the comforting sound of rushing water. The steam began to rise, curling lazily into the air, filling the small bathroom with warmth.

Jake stepped into the shower, letting out a small sigh as the hot water hit his skin. A moment passed before he called out to you, his voice slightly muffled by the water. “baby, can you please play a song from your Spotify? anything you want.”

Without missing a beat, you unlocked your phone and opened Spotify. Scrolling through your playlist, you picked out a song that you knew he liked—a mellow, relaxing tune that always seemed to put both of you at ease. You hit play, and the soft melody began to fill the bathroom, blending with the sound of the water.

Jake hummed in approval, his voice barely audible over the music. “Perfect. Thanks.”

You leaned back against the cool tiles, closing your eyes for a moment as the music washed over you. The warm steam, the gentle rhythm of the song, and the familiar comfort of Jake’s presence made everything feel serene, like this quiet, shared moment was just what you both needed.

As you sat there, listening to the song and the water, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. There was something special about these small, everyday moments—the kind that didn’t seem significant at first but ended up being the memories you cherished the most.

“Any requests for the next song?” you called out after a while, your voice playful.

Jake paused for a moment before responding, “Surprise me.”

You grinned, scrolling through your playlist again, and picked another song that you both loved. You knew that no matter what you chose, it would be perfect, simply because you were sharing it with him.

As the next song began to play, you finally stood up from the bathroom seat, stretching your legs with a small sigh of relief. But instead of leaving, you leaned against the sink, still scrolling through your phone, waiting for Jake to finish his shower. You figured you’d stick around for just a little longer, enjoying the music and the comfort of his company, even if it was just on the other side of the shower curtain.

Park sunghoon - 박성훈

The soft, familiar scent of Sunghoon's cologne lingered in the air as you lay comfortably on his bed, enveloped in the warmth of his oversized hoodie. It was one of those lazy afternoons where nothing was pressing, and the world outside seemed distant. You felt utterly content, snuggled up in his bed, scrolling through your phone, and enjoying the cozy quiet of the moment.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Sunghoon walked in, a mischievous grin on his face and a pair of tweezers in his hand. Without a word, he dropped himself on top of you, making you let out a small “oof” from the sudden weight. He smirked down at you, his eyes twinkling with playful intent.

"Be my guest—glamour my eyebrows," he said, his voice low and teasing. "And be grateful, ‘cause no one else gets to do this but you."

You groaned, half-amused, half-dismayed, knowing full well that there was no getting out of it. You shifted your position, sitting up on the bed and letting him slide off your body so you could get a better angle. He repositioned himself to sit facing you, his long legs casually crossed, and tilted his head back slightly, offering his brow to you with a smirk.

With a roll of your eyes, you took the tweezers from him and leaned in closer. His eyebrows were already naturally stunning—thick, perfectly shaped, the kind people would pay a lot of money to emulate. You couldn’t help but admire them, even if you wouldn’t tell him that out loud. Instead, you focused on carefully plucking a few stray hairs, making sure not to mess up his near-perfect brows.

Sunghoon stayed still, but you could feel his eyes on you the whole time, watching you with that same amused expression. Every so often, he’d make a teasing comment about how you were so lucky to have this honor, making you lightly swat at him in mock annoyance.

Once you were satisfied with the result, you leaned back, surveying your work. “Done. Not that you really needed much help in the first place,” you said, handing the tweezers back to him.

He raised an eyebrow—now even more perfectly groomed—and grinned. “I knew you’d do a great job. No one else could handle my brows like you do.”

You snorted at his cocky tone, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. Then, an idea popped into your head, and you tilted your chin up, giving him a challenging look.

“Alright, your turn,” you said, pointing to your own eyebrows. “Let’s see if you can do mine.”

Sunghoon blinked, slightly taken aback. “Wait, seriously? You trust me with that?”

“Why not? It’s only fair,” you replied, your smile widening. “You’re always so confident about everything—let’s see if you can back it up.”

He hesitated for a moment, looking at the tweezers in his hand and then back at you. Finally, with a playful glint in his eye, he nodded. “Alright, let’s do this. But don’t blame me if I mess up and you end up with uneven brows.”

You rolled your eyes again but leaned in closer, giving him access to your eyebrows. Sunghoon carefully took hold of your chin, his touch gentle yet firm, and started plucking a few stray hairs with surprising precision.

“Not bad,” you commented as he worked, genuinely impressed by his careful technique.

“Of course not,” he responded with a smirk. “I’m good at everything I do, remember?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a sense of warmth and affection for him in that moment. Despite all his teasing, there was something undeniably sweet about the way he was focused on making sure he did a good job for you.

When he finally finished, you checked your reflection in the small mirror by the bed. Your eyebrows looked perfect—neat, symmetrical, and just the way you liked them.

“Okay, I have to admit—you did great,” you said, turning back to him with a grin.

He flashed you that signature Sunghoon smile, the one that made your heart skip a beat. “Told you. Now, remember, you’re the only one who gets this kind of treatment from me.”

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth of his smile against your own. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Kim sunoo - 김순우

The soft glow of the vanity lights filled the room as Sunoo meticulously went through his skincare routine, his brows furrowed in concentration. You were lounging nearby, scrolling through your phone, only half-listening as he vented about a particularly stubborn pimple that had decided to make an unwelcome appearance on his otherwise flawless skin.

“Ugh, why is it always right before something important?” Sunoo complained, dabbing a spot treatment on the pimple with a frustrated pout. “This one is so annoying! It’s like it’s out to get me!”

You looked up from your phone, a smirk playing on your lips. “Awww, is someone’s skin being a little meanie weenie?” you teased, your voice dipping into a mockingly sweet tone.

Sunoo shot you a glare, but you could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Stop baby talking to me,” he huffed, though the playfulness in his tone betrayed him.

You snickered, fully embracing the baby talk now. “But, Sunoo, you’re just so cute when you’re all grumpy wumpy about your pimples!”

To your surprise, Sunoo rolled his eyes but didn’t stop you. Instead, he continued with his routine, muttering under his breath about how unfair it was that his skin decided to act up at the worst possible time. You were about to make another teasing comment when you remembered something—the irritating pimple on your back that had been bothering you all day. It was in a spot you couldn’t reach, and you’d been meaning to ask Sunoo to help you with it.

Without a second thought, you slipped off your shirt and turned your back to him, pointing to the general area where the pimple was. “Sunoo, can you pop this for me? It’s been driving me crazy,” you asked, your voice still carrying that playful, babyish tone.

Sunoo turned to you, momentarily taken aback by your sudden request, but then he broke into a small smile. “Of course, my baby waby,” he said, his own voice dipping into a teasing baby talk, mimicking yours. “Let me see that pesky pimple!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he walked over and knelt behind you, inspecting your back with the same level of concentration he gave to his own skin. “It’s right here,” you said, pointing again, “and it really hurts, so be gentle, okay?”

Sunoo chuckled softly, finding the pimple and positioning his fingers carefully. “Don’t worry, I’ll be super-duper gentle,” he cooed, his voice light and playful. He started to pop the pimple, and you winced slightly at the sharp pain.

“Am I hurting my poor baby?” he asked, his voice dripping with exaggerated concern as he continued to work on your back.

You gritted your teeth, the pain sharp but bearable. “Just a little, but I can handle it,” you replied, still half-laughing at how ridiculous you both sounded.

Sunoo paused for a moment, his fingers still on your back. “Awww, you’re such a strong wittle baby,” he said in the same cutesy tone, gently patting your back. “Almost done, okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile at how absurdly sweet he was being, even in this silly situation. “Okay,” you replied, feeling both comforted and amused by his baby talk.

A few seconds later, he finished and gave the area a gentle wipe with a tissue. “There, all done! My baby’s back is all better now,” Sunoo declared, sounding genuinely pleased with himself.

You turned to face him, grinning widely. “Thanks, Sunoo! You’re the best,” you said, this time without the baby talk, though your tone was still light and affectionate.

Sunoo stood up, looking at you with that bright, cheerful smile you loved so much. “Anytime! Now, let’s take care of the rest of my skincare, and maybe we can do a face mask together?”

You nodded eagerly, reaching for a mask from the drawer. “Sounds like a plan,” you agreed, feeling a wave of warmth and affection for him.

As you settled in to finish his skincare routine, you couldn’t help but think that, despite how silly it started, this whole baby talk habit had only brought you closer you first started doing it to mock couples who used it daily and now you guys are lost down that road.

Yang jungwon - 양중원

You were sprawled out on the couch, finally catching a moment to relax after a long day. The soft hum of the TV in the background was almost lulling you to sleep when you suddenly felt the cushions dip beside you. You glanced up to see Jungwon standing there, a slightly anxious expression on his face.

Before you could ask what was wrong, Jungwon gently sat you up and took your hands, placing them on his head. “Please, please check my hair for lice,” he said, his voice a mix of urgency and embarrassment.

“What?” you exclaimed, completely caught off guard. “Why on earth would you think you have lice?”

He squirmed a little, scratching his scalp again. “I don’t know! My head’s been so itchy all day, and I just… I need to make sure,” he said, sounding genuinely worried.

You blinked at him, still processing the absurdity of the request, but you could see how much it was bothering him. So, with a sigh, you began to carefully part through his hair, running your fingers through the soft strands as you checked for any sign of lice.

As you worked, Jungwon stayed still, though you could feel the tension in his body as he waited for your verdict. “I’m telling you, if there’s lice in here, I’m going to freak out,” he muttered under his breath.

You chuckled softly, trying to reassure him. “Don’t worry, I’m not seeing anything. You’re probably just stressed, and it’s making your scalp sensitive.”

He let out a small, relieved sigh but stayed quiet as you continued your thorough inspection. After a few more minutes, you finally pulled back and smiled at him. “All clear, no lice,” you announced, giving his hair a playful ruffle.

Jungwon visibly relaxed, the tension melting from his shoulders. “Thank goodness,” he murmured, his eyes closing as he let out a long breath. “You have no idea how worried I was.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Seriously, where did you even get the idea that you had lice?”

“I don’t know!” he said, laughing a little himself now. “I just panicked.”

Before you could respond, Jungwon tilted his head back slightly, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Then, without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a quick, soft kiss.

You were taken aback for a moment, but you quickly melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth of his lips against yours. When he pulled back, a cheeky grin spread across his face, his previous worry completely forgotten.

“Thank you for saving me from my imaginary lice infestation,” he said with a wink, clearly pleased with himself.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

Jungwon just laughed, pulling you closer to him on the couch. “Maybe, but you love me anyway.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Instead, you rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the comforting weight of his arm around you as the two of you settled back into the couch together. It was moments like this that made all the silliness worthwhile—just being with him, sharing a laugh, and knowing that, lice or no lice, you’d always be there for each other.

Ni- ki -남편

After a long workout session, Ni-ki stood in front of the mirror, flexing his abs with a satisfied grin. He admired his reflection, the results of his hard work clearly visible. You leaned casually against the door frame, watching him with a playful smirk.

“Niki, stop checking yourself out. You might as well fall in love with it,” you teased, crossing your arms as you took in the scene.

Without missing a beat, Ni-ki turned to you with a mischievous grin. “Too late, I’m already in love,” he shot back, clearly enjoying himself.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face. His confidence was contagious, and before you knew it, you felt a sudden urge to join in. Pushing off from the door frame, you walked over to stand beside him, raising your shirt to expose your own stomach.

“Let’s see how I measure up,” you said, half-jokingly, as you checked yourself out in the mirror. Both of you stood there, side by side, admiring your reflections with the same level of intensity and playful vanity.

Ni-ki glanced over at you, his grin widening. “You know what? Let’s stomach kiss.”

You raised an eyebrow at his suggestion, but in true Ni-ki fashion, he didn’t even wait for you to respond. He knew you well enough to know you wouldn’t need convincing. With a small chuckle, you stepped closer, aligning your body with his.

Without a word, you both leaned in, pressing your bare stomachs together in what could only be described as the most absurdly wholesome “stomach kiss.” The warmth of his skin against yours made you both giggle, and for a moment, you just stood there, caught up in the silliness of it all.

“This is so weird,” you said, laughing as the absurdity of the situation hit you.

“But it’s our kind of weird,” Ni-ki replied, laughing along with you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close as your stomachs stayed pressed together.

You couldn’t help but agree. It was the kind of random, goofy moment that only you and Ni-ki would come up with, and it was one of the many reasons you cherished your time with him. The two of you stood there for a few more seconds, just enjoying the moment, before finally pulling away.

As you both pulled your shirts back down, Ni-ki turned to you with that same mischievous grin. “We’ve officially reached peak weird,” he declared, clearly pleased with the whole situation.

“Maybe,” you said, still smiling, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With that, you both burst into laughter, the kind that comes from sharing a moment so uniquely yours. And as you walked away from the mirror, side by side, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. After all, in a world where you could share a stomach kiss with someone, there wasn’t much else you needed.

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