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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗𝐈𝐈: 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝

Pairing: Prince Hyunjin x Reader (AFAB) Summary: Hyunjin learns to never take his eyes off of his opponent. Word Count: 6,000+ [Reading Time: 25 Mins] Genre: Historical, Fantasy, Strangers to Lovers, Royalty, Angst, Smut (Eventual), NSFW tags are below. AU: Prince, Royal, Supernatural NETS: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society Synopsis: The kingdom of Volantis is in disarray; the monarch rules with an iron fist. The times of hope, harmony, and kindness were buried with the queen who passed many years ago. The people are praying for a savior, but who will be their light at the end of this dark tunnel? Authors Note: Please reblog or leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. As per usual, this hasn't been proofread. Special thanks to @therhythmafterthesummer for helping with with this chapter and @saradika-graphics for some of the dividers. Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Warning: This chapter contains descriptions of sexual activities. Reader discretion is advised.

The books from the secret library at the keep felt heavy in your bag. You hadn’t told Hyunjin of your findings, even if Aeri urged that you should. You'd snuck away to find them while everyone else was getting supplies ready for the long journey ahead. Despite your healing abilities, Venia thought it would be best if you sat on the sidelines and let them handle things.

Aeri was right about the ever blooming flower and how it opened with your blood essence. What she failed to tell you was that you needed to actually shed a little of said blood to open the door. You struggled to get it open for a whole fifteen minutes before you'd figured that part out.

Thankfully no one was around to see you flounder. Especially Minho, he'd never let you live that down. Truthfully, you hadn’t even opened the books, too afraid of what they would say. Your father’s side of the family was a little more forthcoming with information about your lineage, while big chunks of the family history was still a big mystery.

While your mother’s side was shrouded in secrecy. The only thing you knew for sure was that they originated in the Jade mountain pass. Other than that, you knew about as much about them as the next commoner, absolutely nothing.

You needed to know why your brother didn’t heal on the battlefield, why the very thing that saved your life didn’t save his. Just like you needed to know why you healed the way you did and if you were capable of anything else.

Hyunjin needed to know why he had the dreams and visions that he was having and how they were connected with this epic the three of you were on. You all needed to know how he could control his powers to better aid you in this journey, for all of your sakes.

You’d been traveling a full week since his last vision, and you were now bordering the Passageway of Diamonds, the easternmost point that led into the Jade mountains. Within a week, maybe a week and a half or so, you should be in the little town Minho grew up in. You were all so close to the finish line you could almost taste it. But that also meant you were close to where him and his mother were held captive and that scared you.

The three of you had become content with being together. You’d let him in on the secret language that Minho spoke and even in on the little jokes the two of you made. But, Hyunjin had a lot to learn, both you and surprisingly, Minho were willing to teach him.

When you’d settle down for the evening, classes would begin. Swordsmanship, horseback riding, archery, hand to hand, and even basic things to help keep him alive, like cooking or foraging.

You learned the hard way that he couldn’t survive off the land when he brought back poisonous berries because they looked pretty. Hand to hand was your forte, Minho was the swordsman. While you would most definitely hold your own, you’d even won a competition or two, while in disguise, a few times.

But it wasn’t what you were best at. No, hand to hand was your thing. You preferred to do damage with your own two hands if possible. The three of you were camped out on the outskirts of Guiwei, the southernmost town outside of the passageway that led to the Jade Mountain pass.

“You need to always keep your eye on your opponent.” You spoke, as you assed Hyunjin, marking down all the weaknesses you spotted. “Their weakness can be your triumph, your weakness can be your downfall.” Your eyes met his as the flames of the fire danced inside of them. He was eager to learn, just as much as you and Minho were to teach him.

You needed him to learn, so that he could flourish on the throne and not wither away. You’d noticed over the last few weeks that Hyunjin was nothing like the royalty or nobles you’d met in your life. Maybe with the exception of the prince from Perth, Christopher, most of them were pretentious little puppets who could strategize their way out of a low hedge maze. You wanted better for your kingdom, you wanted better for the man you were growing to call your friend, Hyunjin.

You’d read about what a king was supposed to be and his father was far from it. He was cruel to his subjects, he didn’t care about the blood of the men, women, or children that was shed for his stupid war. He had no concern about the people in his own castle city that were dying from the illnesses that plagued them or the fact that most of them went hungry everyday while he threw feasts in his name. He wanted monuments built of him, for people to fall at his feet and worship him as if he was a god.

You needed better from the next king. One that was kind and understanding of the plights his subjects went through. You were so deep in thought over what the kingdom needed and how you hoped you and Minho could help mold the future king that you didn’t even notice Hyunjin taking your distraction as an opportunity until it was far too late. He swept your legs with his long ones, causing you to land on your back in the mud beneath you with a thud. The move knocked the wind out of you, making Hyunjin panic.

“Oh no- I’m so, so, sorry.” He reached down to help you up, but in the spirit of pure pettiness, you take his hand and pull him down with you. Taken completely off guard, he falls forward, face coming dangerously close to your own. Your eyes shut tight, waiting for the impact, but it never came. Hyunjin hovered over you, his breath lightly dancing over your features.

He had you caged beneath him, successfully catching himself before crashing his face into yours. Blush immediately painted his cheeks when you looked up at him. “Never take your eyes off of your opponent.” He looked away, clearing his throat. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You broke eye contact first, feeling a strange heat creep up your neck and moving fairly quickly to your face.

“Okay, you can get off me now.” He lingered, eyes desperately searching your face, waiting for you to connect with him again. But you kept your head turned. You couldn't understand the feelings that were swirling around in you with part of his body partially pressed to your own.

He moved away, sitting back on his knees. “Don’t get distracted.” You cleared your throat, wondering why it sounded shaky. Could it have been the fall? “Battle doesn’t stop because you fall. It's an ongoing assault until you or your opponent claims victory.” He nodded in understanding, but made no moves to get up from his position.

“Let’s call it a night.” You stood, dusting off your dirt slicked pants and shirt. Finally the prince stood to his feet, but surprisingly, he didn’t attempt to make his appearance more clean. You suppose he’d just been hanging out with Minho, he’d picked up the habit from soldiers who frequented the battle fields during the war.

“Min has probably started cooking, since I can smell the fire going. You should probably join him.” There was this strange awkwardness growing between the two of you and instead of facing it, you decided to run off. You need to clear your head and get some of this dirt off your body.

Guiwei was a beautiful town. The architecture of it was ancient with the town being older than the kingdom itself. This used to be the hub of trade for the people who lived in the Jade mountains and the people from the southern isles, or at least that is what your grandmother told you. A bustling little town with plenty to offer.

Jade from the mountain caves, jewels and fish from the southern isles, spices from the east, meat from the borderlands, anything you needed could be found in Guiwei. Any magic ailments could be healed, any potion concocted. You could feel the remnants of magic in the stone of the buildings when you passed through the town. It buzzed with a current you couldn’t explain even if someone asked you to.

Even way out here in the outskirts, you could feel it in the trees, magic seemed to brush over your skin as it mingled with the wind. You’d never felt so in touch with yourself. You even understood why they named this Shimmering pond. As the sun started to set, the magic truly started to show. There were three or four waterfalls that flowed into this waterway.

The sound of the roaring waterfalls falling into the pond could be a remedy for any type of stress. The way that the sun hit while it set made it look like diamonds, lapis lazuli, rubies, and jade were beneath the surface. The water sparkled, painting the tall cliffs surrounding it in a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors. The landscape was painted with this pinkish-purple hue that reminded you of the otherworld, Elysium.

You undressed, not bothering to tidy up the clothes you were going to wash anyway. You carefully set the fresh set off to the side so they wouldn’t get wet. You waded into the water, the coolness of it was a refreshing change to the hot stickiness you’d grown used to. When you got to where your feet no longer touched the pond floor, you dove, wanting to get your whole body clean while you were out here.

These waters felt more than just a little cleansing. It was almost like they were cleaning you down to your soul, making you a conduit for the magic in the air. You could live in this space, maybe after getting the prince to the kingdom, you’d consider it. It wasn’t customary for a daughter to leave her parents, especially if she wasn’t married. But you were sure that neither was being an escort to the prince. You could see yourself settling down in a place like this.

He stood there, looking longingly at your back as you retreated. Though things were getting better between the two- well, the three of you, he still wanted more. Even if he didn’t know exactly what that ‘more’ entailed. Downtrodden, he headed back to the camp to see if Minho needed any help.

His shoulders were slumped, an immovable frown etched on his face. The loud thump of Minho chopping into his freshly caught deer, brought Hyunjin back to the present. He could ask for advice, but Minho saw you as a sister and there was no way he wouldn’t see past a hypothetical ‘If there is a girl I like, how do I approach her?’ situation. This was just something he’d have to deal with on his own.

He stood a few feet away from his friend, stomach turning at the sight of the raw, red flesh he was handling not so gently. He couldn’t understand how Minho had the stomach for it. Even with you telling him all he needed to know about both you and Minho’s upbringing, that didn’t make hunting any easier to stomach.

“N-need some help?” Hyunjin’s brows knit together, disgust evident on his face. The other man glanced up at him, stopping his actions to appraise him for a moment. Minho shook his head, then nodded towards the pond, telling him to get washed up. He didn’t have to tell Hyunjin twice, he was hoping, repeating ‘Do not say yes. Please, don’t say yes.’ over and over in his head, in hopes the Volantian gods would take pity on him and grant him this one simple wish.

He all but ran to get away from the gruesome sight before him. He didn’t bother gathering fresh clothes to use after bathing, he’d just cover himself and walk the short distance back to camp. That's how he and Minho had been doing things, he knew you had to go about it a different way, since you were a girl, even if he didn’t know exactly what your bathing routine was. Was he curious? What man of his age wouldn’t be curious about the person they like in every way?

He wanted to know your thoughts, even the things you found mundane. He wanted you to tell him how you were feeling even when you tried to hide things behind polite smiles. He wanted to hold you in his arms while you fell asleep, since it seemed you struggled to do that on your own. He wanted to be your comfort, your joy, the one you turned to when things were rough and you needed to vent-

All his thoughts ceased as he waded into the water, the tall grass around the pond initially shielded his view from anything beyond it. The sight before his eyes settled into his bones, shook him to the core. He knew it was wrong to stare, but at the same time, how was he to take his eyes off of the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen? You were more beautiful than the most beautiful painting in the world, but even then, there was no medium to which your beauty could be captured.

The moon casts its beautiful radiance down on you and the water surrounding you, painting your skin with the soft pale glow of it. The water sparkled like the finest jewels adding to the gleam on your gorgeous skin. Your shoulders were dotted with moistness, your head tilted back, showing off the mesmerizing curve of your neck. Time stopped along with his breathing and movements. His brain stuttered to a halt as well.

He was stuck standing there, staring. You could feel eyes on you, but for some strange reason that didn’t cause any alarm. You slowly turned to the shore, making eye contact with the bewildered prince, a soft smile gracing your lips. This felt like a dream of his. Was this a dream of his? He snapped out of his daze to pinch himself, cursing his actions after the pain rushed to the spot he tweaked. You chuckled at his face of discomfort. “It’s fine, Hyunjin. You can come closer if you’d like. I don’t mind.”

It had slipped his mind that you’d grown up with a boy around your age in the house. Has Minho seen you naked? His eyes widened at the thought, but relaxed almost immediately upon remembering, he was raised as your brother. Everything between the two of you was purply platonic. He trudged forward, moving closer to where you stood in the water.

His heart beat fast with every step he took, he feared you’d be able to hear it. He certainly hated the fact that he could. He stopped a few feet away, just out of arm's reach. Afraid that if he got any closer he’d be tempted to do the things that were playing behind his eyelids every time he blinked. Indecent things that normal people wouldn’t want to do with their friends.

“See, I won’t bite.” You finished your words with another heart wrenching smile and he gulped, because something in him almost wished you would bite him. “It's beautiful isn’t it? It's almost like it’s enchanted.” You looked out at the waterfalls, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

He nodded, forgetting briefly that he needed to respond verbally. “Ah- yes. More beautiful than you can imagine.” You looked back at him and he looked away, gazing at the glimmering crescent in the sky. He didn’t have to look to know you were smiling again, he could feel the presence of that effervescent look on your face. Could it be that you were happy because of him? Because of his presence here in this space with you? Just the thought filled his heart with joy.

“Hyunjin…” You turned your body towards him and he was thanking whatever higher being out there that there was steam coming off the water, hiding whatever glorious sight was underneath. He didn’t think his poor little heart could take it. “Do…” You paused, making him grow worried about what was on your mind. “Do you know.. Anything about your mother’s side of the family?” You chewed on your lip as you waited for him to answer.

He sighed. He had tried to pry as much as he could about his mother’s side of the family. Looked for books on her people in both the castle library and well as the keeps, but he never found a thing. “Not really. I knew she was high born, from the Jade mountains. Venia let it slip that she had a sister, but that is all I know. Why do you ask?” It wouldn’t have surprised him if the outside world knew more of his mother than he did, that was by design, courtesy of his father. The king felt Hyunjin didn’t have the right to know about the woman he supposedly killed.

“Well, what if I tell you that I visited with your mother when I was knocked out.” His eyes bulged. Was she that delirious that she was seeing the dead? She put a hand up to stop him from jumping to conclusions. “You and I aren’t so different.” She spoke with a sureness to her tone.

“Our mothers are both from the Jade Mountains, well at least my mother’s family is. There is a limbo that people from there go to when they die. I was summoned there by Aeri. She wanted me to tell you that she’s watching over you and that she loves you very much and wishes that things wouldn’t have gone the way they did, so that she could be in your life.”

Something deep down in Hyunjin always made him think that his mother hated him. His father had told him as much over the years. He always felt that maybe his words were true, that his mother might have held a grudge against him, that's why he had faced so many hardships in life. Venia tried to tell him that his father's words were untrue and that his mother loved him more than life itself, which is why she so willingly left this plane of existence so that he could live.

But he could never understand how or why she abandoned him, leaving him with his tyrant of a father. “You dream.. Often, don’t you? Not about things that you should be dreaming about. I mean, you see things… like the future or what could be the future.” He couldn’t look at you. How could you have possibly known about his dreams? Did you really meet his mother? Were his dreams because of her?

“I will answer your question, but first I want you to answer mine..” You nodded for him to go on. “D-did you really meet my mother? Wh-what was she like?” He could feel himself shaking. It wasn’t from the cool breeze that was carried to them by the waterfalls or the contrast of the warm water that they stood in.

No, he was overwhelmed by the thought that you of all people might have had the chance to do something he hadn’t even had the pleasure of doing, meeting his mother. It seemed that no matter how hard he wished, or how many dreams he had, he could never see her. Despite how hard he yearned to.

You did something unexpected. You reached out and caressed his cheek, “You have her eyes, Hyunjin. You are sweet and kind just like her. She was beautiful and she just had this aura about her that made me feel safe and taken care of, like I could trust her with all of my problems.”

Your brows knit together as you looked upon the sad look in his eyes. “By no means does this mean, hurry up and die, but I can’t wait for you to meet her. I know you’d love her just as much as she loves you.” Your hand was lingering on his face and despite him trying his best not to hold it there, he lost the battle. His hand covered the one on his cheeks, taking you by surprise.

“Conspiring to take the prince’s life is a punishable offense.” He spoke in jest. “I’m both happy and sad that you got to meet her. Sad that you had to go through all of that just to get to me. I have no doubt that our travels ahead will be… tumultuous to say the least, but I’m happy that it’s you…… and Minho at my side on this journey. I’m also happy that it was you who got to experience what my mother is like. I undoubtedly would have taken it for granted, with the grudge I hold towards her in my heart. You went in with an unbiased heart and came out of it with an enlightened spirit. Thank you, for wanting to share the moments you had with her, with me.”

Hyunjin was usually at a loss for words when it came to you. For the words to flow so easily from his mouth, it shocked both you and him. He sounded so mature and wise. Understanding his shortcomings but not trying to overcompensate for them, instead apologizing for them.

It was the way you were looking up at him, it was pulling his heartstrings. He mourned for what he’d lost for years, even if whom he mourned for was someone he’d never had the chance to meet. So a missed opportunity wasn’t something he thought too much about. In fact, he was happier it was you and not him, genuinely. Your hand was still pressed to his cheek under his own, bodies so close to one another in this warm pond that surrounded the both of you.

Your eyes darting to his lips wasn’t lost on him. As a matter of fact, he was holding back, trying his best not to press a kiss to your tempting lips. Hyunjin wanted to be a gentleman for you. He’d seen all too well what men could be like. His father was a rough man, and he wanted to be nothing like him. But when your eyes darted to his lips again, he just couldn’t help it anymore. He needed this.

Though the moonlight gave off a beautiful glow, it was hard to see the things around you. Especially the darkness in the young man's eyes standing in front of you. “There is no need to thank-” His lips pressed to yours, shutting you up completely.

At first caught off guard, your body ridgid from the unexpected display of affection, you soon melted into him, eyes closing. He stepped closer when you made no attempts to pull away, a hand moving to your waist, but not making any other moves.

For a first kiss it was tender but in no ways awkward. He pulled away first, eyes closed just as yours were. He rested his head against your forehead, savoring the moment the two of you just shared. He wanted more, wanted the moment to last. But he was too afraid to make any other moves.

This was his first time having any contact with a woman, he didn’t want to risk being too handsy or doing something that would make you uncomfortable, so he opted to do nothing.

He didn’t account for how you would feel or if you would take charge. Your fingers tangled into his shoulder length hair, as you pulled his lips back to yours. It was his turn to be shocked, but that shock only lasted a few seconds before he was pulling your naked body into his. Never in a million years would he have expected you to reciprocate his feelings, but it seemed like you did.

With no experience to date, he didn’t know how to move further than just a closed mouth to mouth kiss. His nerves were beginning to kick in. What if you wanted to do more than just this? He’d never so much as touched a girl before you came along and turned his world upside down. You nipped at his bottom lip and his mouth and eyes flew open.

Were you the opposite of him? He’d read about women who were more forward than others, were you one of them? Have you done more than kiss someone before? A bout of jealousy bubbled up in his chest. If this was to persist, would you be his first and him just another conquest?

His mind was jumping from a to z and back again. “Hyunjin?” You pulled back from him, noticing how distanced his mind had become. “If you don’t want to… I understand.” There was a lump forming in your throat from the supposed rejection you were feeling.

“I- no.” He shook his head, trying to rid himself of his thoughts, which were bringing him down. “Ha-have you do-done this before?” You looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours and all his worries subsided. You shook your head and all the tension in his shoulder released.

“Yes, but no. I’ve kissed before, but never like this..” Your eyes traveled down to where the water hit his body, but quickly looked away, the view was almost too much for your eyes. Hyunjin may not have been the most muscular man you’d met, but even before his training began, his body was well built.

But since you’ve been training together, you’ve noticed the changes in his body. Not that you were looking or anything. Hyunjin took the initiative, he wanted to kiss you again. It was his turn to cup your cheeks.

He softly grabbed your face, pulling your lips to his once again. Trying his best to remember every move from every love scene in every book he’d ever read. He licked the seam of your lips and like some strange chant to open a hidden cave’s doors, your lips parted for him. Apprehensively, he slid his tongue in your mouth, tentatively rubbing his tongue against your own until he got the hang of it.

It was when you moaned into the kiss, that's when all of his sanity snapped. He needed you, like a person needs air. With a strength neither of you knew he had, he picked you up, trying his best not to break the kiss but inevitably failing. You giggled, grabbing his face and pressing sweet kisses all over it.

He carried you to a nearby rock, sitting you down on its shockingly warm surface. “I want to try so-something.” He was nervous, that much was evident. He’d read all types of books over the years, mostly they were whatever Venia brought back from her travels.

Some he’d requested after reading something he liked from a particular author. Even with him reading a plethora of genres, he enjoyed romance the most. With that came some bed scenes, in which some books are spicier than others. He’d read things from a female perspective about what they may like.

He gravitated towards the books, hoping that if he ever got the chance to, he’d do exactly what made the women feel pleasure in the books. He pressed a kiss to your lips, letting them linger there before moving his lips over your jaw, neck, then chest.

“I-is that okay?” He asked after swiping his tongue over your nipple before moving to the other. You nodded, eyes rolling back. You’d never felt anything quite like this before. It felt like every nerve ending was on fire. When he took a pebbled bud into his mouth, nipping at the flesh lightly, you let out a soft moan.

Your fingers intertwined into his soft, inky locks. Hyunjin couldn’t get enough of the taste of your skin. It was like a drug to him, he needed more after the first hit. He dropped to his knees, the water coming up just above his belly button as he did so. His face was right there between your legs, causing your face to immediately heat up.

Your mother had taught you about things that could happen during your first time, but never had she mentioned the immodest act of a man kneeling between your legs like this, especially not the prince of your realm. You covered your hot cheeks with both hands as he drug his fingers down your skin. “You were right about me dreaming…” He spoke softly, the babbling waterfalls adding the perfect soundtrack to his pleasant voice. “I’ve dreamed about you countless times. You are all I’ve ever seen, for years now. Your eyes..”

He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to your lids, you closed them as he leaned in. “Your lips..” A chaste kiss to your parted lips was next. “You, sitting on the windowsill of your room, looking out at the sprawling land your family owns. The orchard right out front of your door…” He pressed kisses to each of your fingers.

“You have been the only thing I’ve known outside of Venia and I didn’t even know you. I just knew that somehow, someway, you were meant for me.” A kiss was then pressed to your belly button before he made his descent.

Your body shivered. You’d never felt something so tender yet innately erotic. You could feel tingles from the places he kissed all the way to your toes and back. But nothing felt as good as his tongue tentatively exploring places only you had touched. Your head fell back as a loud moan escaped your lips.

His trembling hands pushed open the thighs you were desperately trying to lock around his head. Not that he would mind though, he was enjoying the sounds that slipped past those beautiful lips of yours. He took pride in the fact that he was the one pulling them from you.

All of that reading he’d done was paying off. His tongue dipped into your hole, searching for more of the sweet nectar he had by chance gotten a taste of. He was like a man starved when his thirst was quenched. Diving his tongue even deeper, the tip of his nose constantly brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves that was your clit.

You tugged at his hair, making him groan against you. He was on edge, itching to touch himself, to relieve the tension he felt. But his mind was too preoccupied with trying to figure out if he was doing this right.

You pressed him further into you, needing more. Teetering on the edge of something you’d never felt before. Granted, you had touched yourself before. Everyone had urges. But your fingers had never felt this good. So good that you felt like you could shed your skin and become a new woman from this experience.

When he sucked your clit back into his mouth, svelte fingers, prodding at the entrance his tongue had just left, all words and thoughts escaped you. Your body tensed, back arching against the rock beneath you. Words unbecoming of a lady fell from your lips as the hand that once tightly gripped the prince’s hair was now the one to push him away.

He looked over at you, concerned. What part of what he had done had been your undoing? He was curious, but right at that moment might not be the best time for him to ask and find out. “Wha-what was that?” You asked as you finally came down, but was still in the midst of catching your breath.

Your mind was reeling. Thoughts speeding around your mind like wild horses in the plains. “Ho-how did you do that? That…” You paused, heat creeping up from your neck to your cheeks. “That thing… with your tongue?” It was Hyunjins time to blush. Bashfulness painting his perfect skin.

“I don’t know.. I read about it in books and thought that maybe the authors I read would know a thing or two about what women like..” He shrugged a nonchalant edge to his words and actions like he didn’t just go down on you.

Then it dawned on you, the Prince of Volantis just ate you out on a rock a few towns outside of the kingdom. This certainly couldn’t be written about in the history books.

You tried your best to not feel awkward about this. You’d never done anything like this before and to make matters worse, you’d done it with the prince you were supposed to be protecting. Shame started to taint the afterglow you were feeling. “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

Hyunjin started to panic. The last thing he wanted was to do something that would make you regret this. Regret being with him. His heart started to beat erratically in his chest at the thought. Any sign of the flame of arousal was doused in the iciest waters. “Did-” He paused, tears starting to brim his ebony eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

His voice was drenched in sadness and just the sound of it broke your heart. You shook your head, “No. Nothing of the sort. I just..” You covered your burning cheeks with your hands. “I was just pleasured by the prince of this very realm.. That’s a lot to take in.” He chuckled, mood visibly lifting. He hides his face in the crook of your neck.

He wanted to say that he wanted to do this again. He wanted to be honest and a little forward and tell you just how much he hoped that when the dust settled, that you would remain by his side for eternity as his wife, his queen. But the words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth. He was afraid that this was a one and done situation and rather than finding out for himself, he’d rather just leave the words unspoken to not face the possible rejection.

You left the pond first after thoroughly washing up. Hyunjin took some time for himself to really reflect on what this meant. It was evident that there was some sort of attraction between the two of you, but how deep did that go? Was it just physical or was there something else, something much more profound?

Since he laid eyes on you, he couldn’t get you off his mind. Maybe it was because your destinies were intertwined, at least that what he figured was happening between the two of you. With his constant dreams of you now being on this journey with you. He knew there was something there, something that dragged the two of you together. Was it fate? He hoped so. He hoped that you were fated and not in a tragic way either.

By the time he returned to camp an hour had flown by. You were tucked in, fast asleep. Minho was sitting by the fire whittling wood into some shape Hyunjin couldn’t recognize. Still needed to eat, he took a seat next to the quiet man and fixed himself a plate.

Minho didn’t look up at him at first, which eased the prince’s nerves, but that was quickly replaced with an overwhelmingly anxious feeling. Hyunjin was only a few bites in when he noticed the icy stare coming from his aphasic counterpart. The prince took a chance, looking up into his friend’s eyes. Everything in them saying, “If you hurt her, I will kill you.”

He had seen this man kill, catch, skin, and gut animals with nothing more than a dull knife, he knew that threat was on great standing. Hyunjin simply nodded, receiving a soft but scary smile from the man sitting next to him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but that threat alone gave him even more incentive to not fuck this up.

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“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

#but what if it sucks?#considering how many notes i get its a possibility lol

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#bang chan #idc what anyone says #he has the prettiest smile #and the most mesmerizing eyes #stray kids

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗𝐈: 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

Pairing: Prince Hyunjin x Reader (AFAB) Summary: The crew sets off on their journey back to the Kingdom of Volantis. Word Count: 3,400+ [Reading Time: 15 Mins] Genre: Historical, Fantasy, Strangers to Lovers, Royalty, Angst, Smut (Eventual), NSFW tags are below. AU: Prince, Royal, Supernatural NETS: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society Synopsis: The kingdom of Volantis is in disarray; the monarch rules with an iron fist. The times of hope, harmony, and kindness were buried with the queen who passed many years ago. The people are praying for a savior, but who will be their light at the end of this dark tunnel? Authors Note: Please reblog or leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. As per usual, this hasn't been proofread. I'm posting the remaining written chapters, before I officially put this story on hiatus. I'm sorry for taking so long to update, but I hope this helps at least a little. Special thanks to @therhythmafterthesummer for helping with with this chapter and @saradika-graphics for some of the dividers. Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

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This was the second time you were being sent off. But this felt a lot heavier for some reason. Something didn't sit right about leaving Venia here by herself. There would be people who came for her and for Hyunjin. When they realized that she was alone, no prince in sight, there was no telling what they might do to her and that frightened you. You hoped she'd leave the keep and find some place to lay low while you got the prince out of dodge. You knew Hyunjin Saw her as a mother figure, and honestly you didn't think he would survive if anything happened to her.

“Why do you look so perturbed, child?” Your body froze then relaxed at her words. Her and your mom surely did work in mysterious ways. Both could read the people around them like open books. “If you are worried about me, don't be. There is a reason the prince has been safe this long and it's not because they didn’t try.” Was she insinuating what you thought she was? Her lips curled into a knowing smile. “When the queen was young, she wanted to learn combat, so that's what we did in our spare time while her husband was busy being King. We learned how to protect ourselves and the ones around us. Because in this world there are few you can truly rely on. My dear friend… she knew that all too well, so she took it upon herself to learn as much as she could. Thinking back on it now, I guess it was kind of foresight. We learned to protect ourselves so that I could protect the precious boy she sacrificed her life for.” She chuckled as if looking back on fond memories.

“So, all in all my girl, I can and will take care of myself. Plus, If all else fails, this place has a few tricks up its sleeve.” She winked then nodded to the keep. “You just… Worry about you and the prince. I know Minho will worry about you both.” She chuckled, guessing she had checked the lot of you out, like books out of the library. She had come to know so many things about the both of you in such a short amount of time. She even knew he was a notorious worry wart, something that wasn’t obvious to the untrained eye.

“I will try my best to get him there safely, Venia. I promise.” She barely let you finish before she was pulling you into a tight hug. “I'll send word once we arrive.” She shook her head, pulling away from you, hands moving from around you to rest on your shoulders. It really felt as if you were hugging your mother once again, you almost didn’t want to let go. You were already missing the fond feelings of home.

“Don't. I'll find out. Things coming out of the castle right now can't be trusted. Your father knows the way, he will get in contact.” You weren't skeptical, you had the utmost faith in your father, but it didn’t put you at ease that you had many trials ahead of you and you hadn’t even left the isle of Arcta yet. The goodbye between Venia and Hyunjin took just as long as the one between you and your mother. She voiced her concerns, tried her best to explain to him how things were going to be for a while, until they were reunited once more. She even told him, the prince of Volantis, to listen to you and Minho. You found that part to be amusing.

He was reluctant to leave her side. Clutching onto the woman for dear life as they embraced. You knew all too well what that felt like and empathized with him on that point. She was all he knew as a mother figure and what made it even harder was the fact that she was the only person he’d know for over a decade now. To go from constantly being around someone to them not being around at all was going to be a hard adjustment for him. You turned your head from watching them, giving them a moment to themselves. Because regardless of you and Minho’s skill, there were still doubts that the three of you would make it back to the capitol city, unscathed. You’d just narrowly escaped death just under an hour ago.

The journey just to the Isle of Arcta was quite a tumultuous one, with having to battle changing climates as well as coming to blows with a flock of bandits and a near death experience. While Hyunjin had only been on this journey for a little over a week and had only seen the smooth side of a cross country trip, he was starting to grow impatient with the pace that the lot of you had been traveling. It behooved you how a man that's been trapped in a tower for most of his life could be so restless because he was simply traveling across the country.

“Any updates on how much longer this trip will take?” He poked his head through the tiny window box, right between you and Minho, nearly getting stuck. This was the sixth time he’d asked that since you started your travels up again at sunrise. “It f-feels like we’ve been riding forever.” His voice came out in a small whine.

It had been nearly a month into your travels for you and Minho, having traveled from the midlands to the far north and now, with the prince in tow, you were headed to the north-east where both Hyunjin and Minho hailed from. Since you’d left the Isle of Arcta, you’d journeyed through the eternal land of winter that bordered the northern ice capped islands, the Taiga Tundra, just to avoid the deadly mountains that cut through the middle of it.

You’d even traveled through a few towns, gathering supplies to keep you through your travels. Always making sure the prince was never seen by anyone but the two of you transporting him. You couldn’t risk someone finding out who he was. Even in disguise, draped in the clothes of people far beneath his status, there was something about him that screamed that he was a man of distinction. It seemed no matter how normal and everyday you tried to make him look, nothing could make this man seem anything but royal. Now you were crossing the sprawling grasslands of Dangar with its sprawling hills and thick forestry that bordered its perimeter.

You controlled your face, something that Minho was having a hard time doing himself, annoyance was evident all over it. “Your high- I mean,” You cleared your throat. “Hyunjin, this is a long trip. Do you not remember how long it took you and Venia to get to the Isle of Arcta from Volantis ?” He shook his head and a sigh passed your lips. “Well, this trip is long and cumbersome. Maybe find something to occupy your time.” You wanted to tell him to piss off because he was starting to do exactly that to you.

But you held your tongue, knowing that the exiled prince leaned towards the more sensitive side. Plus, you didn’t have the same type of sibling-esque relationship that you and Minho shared. You didn’t want to make this trip any more awkward than it had to be. He was also the future king of Volantis and it would probably be best not to get on his bad side, for your sake and the sake of Minho and the rest of your family.

“I’ve read all of my books, twice. And I’m not sure I can p-paint any more of the surrounding landscapes…. They stopped looking different several towns ago. My lady.” You stiffened at his formality at the end of his sentence. Of all the things you’d been called, a lady was never one of them. Despite it being your actual title. “Are long journeys always this tedious? It’s been a long while since I last traveled, as you can pro-probably tell.. So it’s easy to say that I don’t get out much. Do you travel a lot, my lady? If so, where have you been? Did you enjoy it? Could you perhaps tell me a few stories about your travels if you have done any? Have you seen any of the fabled monsters they write about in b-books?”

He went on and on asking a million questions with seemingly no end. “Ah-” You jumped as his voice echoed in your ear, Minho smirked as he noticed the annoyed look on your face. You thought you had successfully tuned out all of his ramblings. “I could paint you! Si-since it seems you aren’t up for any questions at the moment.” He nodded, putting his head back inside the window, hitting once again, but seemingly unperturbed. “Yes, that will do.” He left the intricately carved, wooden door open as he situated himself in the front quarter of the carriage. You felt on edge. You could feel his eyes on you, boring into the side of your face, studying you. Trying your best to remain unfazed by his attention, you focused on the road ahead of you, trying to block out the torrent of butterflies taking flight in your stomach.

Beautiful. He could see beauty in every breath or sigh of yours. Beauty in every single one of your features and mannerisms. Maybe it was because it had been a long time since he’d seen anyone besides Venia, especially a woman. He couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason behind his mind being so preoccupied by you. There was this incessant need in him to please you. Something deep within him that wanted your smiles to be for and because of him. But Hyunjin knew that his personality was lacking.

Having just one person to converse with over a decade would do that to a person. Oh, how he longed to be like the men in the books he read. To woo you and make you fall in love with him over his witty banter. But truthfully, he knew that would never be. He couldn’t even get a few sentences out without stumbling over his words or seeming like the daftest prince in the history of man.

Hyunjin’s hand glided across the paper with ease. You might have been the easiest subject he’d ever drawn in his lifetime of art. His only problem, or the only thing he felt might be a problem, was the fact that he might not be able to convey just how beautiful you were on paper or canvas. Quite literally the woman from his dreams, even visions of you didn’t do your real life beauty justice. But he wanted to try nonetheless, if for nothing more than to pass the time. Hyunjin spent hours putting charcoal to the pad, stretching every complex and intriguing detail of your face, at least what he could see of it.

He knew not to ask you to turn towards him, nor did he even think to ask you to join him in the carriage, even knowing that Minho could handle himself at the reins. Hyunjin was constantly second guessing himself around you and he hadn’t the slightest idea as to why. He wanted to impress you, to have you glance at him with those beautiful eyes. He wanted you to acknowledge him as more than just the prince you were sent here to rescue. God, he hated that fact. Why was it that he needed someone to come and save him? He’d read plenty and there was never any instance where it was a princess sent to save a prince, it was supposed to be the other way around.

His fingers tightened around the stick of charcoal he was already holding tightly in his hand. His body became rigid, breath quickening. Oh, no. No. No, no, no. Why did this have to happen in a time like this? His dreams had been getting harder to handle. They were bad in Arcta, but since he’d been on the road, they had somehow gotten worse. He was starting to dream while he was awake. But these more recent dreams were far more intense than any daydream he’d ever had.

They were like waking nightmares. They consumed him, playing out vividly as if they were happening to him in real time. He let out a strained groan as the visions started to play out in front of his wildly wide eyes. Darkness. Lurking. Blood, lots of blood. Then your face appears before his eyes, fear etched across it. He reached out for you, but you disappeared into a cloud of thick black smoke. This was unlike any dream he’d had before.

“Turn around, there’s danger ahead.” A disembodied voice sang the words to him. “Dread. Dread. Dread. Three bodies all dead. One…” Minho came into view, his knees were sunk into the muddy, blood soaked ground, a sword through his chest. A warrior's death.

“Two…” There you were once again, but this time there was no fear in your eyes, just an absence of everything. Your throat had been ripped from you and despite your impressive healing abilities, you couldn’t heal your wound. Your nails were ripped and bloodied from fighting off what he could only assume to be your attacker.

“Three…” He could hear himself screaming, his body was his own. He looked down, his clothes bloodied and torn, scratches across his skin. He was alive, no one around but him and the bodies of his new found friends. Had he done this? Was this his doing? Had he killed the only friends he had? Panic surged through his body. He had a splitting headache. His mind felt hazy as if he had no real thoughts of his own. It was like he was being held up by strings, being puppeteered.

“Head towards the east, or your fate is sealed. Or death will be dealt upon a forested hill.”

His eyes flew open, body jolting up. “Relax..” Your soothing voice coated his ears, calming him down immediately. He let out a few shaky breaths as his eyes darted around, taking in his surroundings. The sun was starting to set, casting a warm yet ethereal halo-like glow around you. His anxiety calmed, he was safe in your arms. He knew that.

Though you were challenged to protect him, he knew deep down that there was more to this protective hold than he could even fathom. Was this another dream? One where he could finally live freely? One where he could love and be loved? Because there was no other explanation as to why he felt so at peace in your arms.

“Where- where are we?”

You sighed, shifted under him. “We took a detour. Headed towards water. You felt feverish to the touch and your body convulsed and I…” You paused. “You kept whispering go east. So we went East. Found this river and prayed to our gods that you would be okay.” He’d never seen you concerned For him and quite frankly, it was more than a little alarming.

He felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. Why was it always him that was damoiseau in distress? You plucked him from his tower and whisked him away just to save his life once again on the road to his freedom. His brows furrowed once again as you helped him sit up. He needed to become a man you could depend on, and it needed to happen fast.

You were trying your hardest not to close the window to the carriage. You didn’t like sitting for portraits, it made you anxious and antsy and that was the last thing you needed on this month-long trip to Volantis. Even in the family portrait hanging above the mantle in the dining hall, your face was one of pure irritation. This was no different. You tried your best to keep your features neutral, but you could tell by the way Minho kept glancing at you out the side of his eyes that you weren’t doing a great job at it.

There was something about hearing the little scratches on the paper as he sketched that was kind of comforting. Your body unknowingly relaxed as he immersed himself in drawing. But panic started to work its way into your system when he suddenly stopped. His carriage went silent, no sounds of sketching, no weird little grunts of disapproval or approval. You took a chance and glanced back, only to see his eyes rolled back into his head, body taught but shaking with tremors. “Stop!” You yelled at Minho as you nearly jumped from the drivers box.

He pulled the reins to halt the horses, yanking the carriage to a cessation. You climbed in the back, hoping that your rapidly beating heart was that of concern and not of fear. His mother said nothing of sickness. How was he to rule if he was cripled by infirmity? It was if someone or something was guiding your hands. You moved anything away from him that would cause injury, that included his sketchbook and pencils and turned him on his side.

“East… east… east….” His words were barely above a whisper, but you were someone able to decipher them. His inky locks clung to his forehead as his skin started to perspire. He was clammy to the touch, skin cold and damp.

Tears threatened to brim your eyes. Hyunjin was the only hope of your kingdom being released from the clutches of his tyrant father. You needed him more than anyone if you and the people around you were to see your way through this. A lump grew in your throat at the idea of what would happen to you and your family if the prince died in your care. Even with the king exiling him, he still wouldn’t take kindly to someone removing him from captivity just to have him die on their watch. A lump started to form in your throat at the mere thought.

“East… east.. Death is forward…”

His words were alarming. But you took them seriously. Given the fact that his mother was powerful enough to be the keeper between realms, this.. Dream or nightmare he was having had to have some validity to it. “Head towards the east, find a body of water, Min.” He nodded and pushed the horses towards the direction you’d dictated. All you could do now was pray that Hyunjin came to.

Minho had found a place near a riverbed to set up camp for the night. He was making it known that he didn’t like the detour and hated that this would add time to your already long trip to Volantis. He helped you carry the prince near the water so you could cool him down, in hopes it would help his fever break.

You tore the cloth of one of the shirts you’d recently acquired and damped it, pressing it to his forehead. He was still mumbling nonsensical things. But know just what he and his mother were, you didn’t discard his warnings. You knew all too well that with him being from a similar tribe to your mother, that ever bit of what he was foretelling would absolutely come true if you didn’t heed the warnings.

It took an hour for his fever to break, and even longer for him to come to. The worry had started to become a permanent resident in your chest while you waited. The sigh you released felt like years worth of tension leaving your body, even if it had only been a few hours. He jolted awake in your arms, his head resting in your lap. “Relax…” You soothingly pat his chest, trying to calm him down. You carefully explain what transpired over the last few hours.

Camp had been set up and food was being cooked as you spoke. The rest of the night went by in a flash, the lot of you agreeing that an even earlier start would have to do to make up the time you’d lost today. Each of you were determined to put in even more work in the next few days to shave off a little bit of time on this journey. Hoping that this trip went smoother than the trip to the isle of Arcta, but you all knew that was probably far fetched, but you'd still hold out hope.