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sleepinglune · 7 years ago

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limerence,

you are in love with prince na jaemin. but, you are his fiance’s lady in waiting.

requested by anon. (thank you so much lovely! i hope you like it!)

once upon a time, there was a prince. a prince whose heart was made of the purest substances. gold, silver, and bronze. he went by the name of na jaemin and the world was completely in love with him.

you were part of this humongous world this boy ruled. you were part of the crowd whose gaze was skittish. your eyes always dancing between bodies to see if you could get a glimpse of the dashing prince. your heart skips a beat or two whenever you see those pearly whites. the sun enraptured by his face releases aureate streams to highlight those features carved by god himself.

destiny decided to be kind to you once they gifted you a position near jaemin. you wore the finest clothing, the word opulence clung on your jewelry. it almost sounds palpable the idea of having a crown decorating your head. the taste of victory easily coated your tongue as you can sense him nearby.

but, alas.

fate wasn’t equally as kind as they tied your bodies with strings that lead you in the most uncomfortable position. you may be close to the prince. you may talk to him easily. you two were best friends since childhood. small children who swore a future together. but, there is a distance you can’t cross and took the body of the ocean. a never-ending pool that separated you and prince went by the name of mihyun park. a princess who was the carcass of beauty itself. deeply engraved on her features that shamed fantasies and a personality that encompassed kindness. the princess you served as her lady-in-waiting.

which, it left you encapsulated inside the pandora box with boiling emotions for the prince. but, there was a night where the said box opened. no, the better term would be exploded.

the sky was covered by a blanket colored with an ebony shade speckled with glitter. you stood behind your princess, brushing the tangles from the knot from her tresses.

“what’s the matter, mihyun? you’re looking so sad tonight,” you commented briefly, fingers locked on the strands. “was your meeting with prince jaemin bad?” despite your question was meant to be something comforting to the latter, you doubted the person in question would ever be a hassle to deal with. after all, it was na jaemin who was getting talked about.

you heard her sigh below you, fingers grasping the hems of her nightgown. “of course it wasn’t. the beloved prince has always been too charming to be annoying. we would know better as we all grew up together,” her words are a blend between genuineness and sarcasm.

you raise your eyebrows to counterattack at her sudden burst as mihyun was known for having a quiet voice linked with an eloquence to trickle words out like a melody. the other took this as an indication to proceed. “i just! i don’t want to marry him, y/n!”

you gasp at the sudden proclamation as your gaze averted to the closed doors. your hands gnarl over her shoulders as a chide. “princess mihyun, keep your voice down. if you get discovered for saying those things, you will be reprimanded by the queen or worse, you will be accused of some kind of treason.” you hissed on a hushed tone as a stress crystallizes on your temples because of the sudden of pressure.

but, for the first time, the princess releases a short “blegh” and brushes away your touch as she stands up. she heads to the edge of the bed, plays the tips of her locks. your back spins so you are facing each other. your arms lock into each other as your eyes are illustrated with the color of expectancy. “yes yes,” she says with a huff of annoyance, hands doing the shooting motion.

“mihyun, what’s wrong with you? you’re never like this. are you in that time of the month?”

you hear how laughter cascades from her lips. “no, i’m not and you know that.” she points out. her lips settle for a closed smile, it barely stretches to her cheeks. “just! there are some things you don’t know and i’m so frustrated you don’t! you would understand where those words are coming from. but, of course not. nana says we have to be reasonable.” she rambles, frustration lathered over her words as they seem to be flowing with no heave. it is like witnessing a machine whose steam has been kept in far too long.

you are simply staring at her with a tilted head. your mind is wrapped in a veil where the image the princess was trying to lay only looked blurry. in attempts to clear the fog, your state swirls.

“well, you’re right. i don’t understand, hyunie. i don’t understand either you or nana.” you voice out with honesty. the titles you all have encrusted your spines falters as the childish nicknames flood the room. but, it soon turns into a draught as you don’t let your curiosity peak further. “you guys are friends. no more, best friends. you two are monarchs. you are both from the royalty. what are the odds of that happening? i always thought you two matched each other well.” your words are sewn with a degree of spitefulness. you were not sure where said emotion intruded your throat. “so, no. i do not understand, mihyun. i don’t get where all this frustration of yours stems from.”

the other girl stares at you. her expression that once bled with ire quiets down. you were expecting the same fervent refute. but, you were greeted with melancholy consuming her body. her eyes are droopy, her lips are now smiling. “oh y/n,” the way she says your name causes your stomach to revolt. “you’re right. i’m sorry. my emotions are all over the place tonight.” she quickly says before she stands and goes to the vanity.

her fingers reach for her wrist before she halts once seeing there was nothing. panic raises from the pit of her stomach as her fingers fly. before you ask, your mind connects the idea on how she must have lost her bracelet. “oh god, i must have left it on the east wing. i will be right back, y/n.” she says but you see how she was already dressed on her pajamas. duty tells you to stop her.

“no, hyunie. i will go fetch it. stay here while i run for it. it is not appropriate for a lady to be out on her nightgown where there are soldiers roaming everywhere.” you say as you are already exiting out of the room.

you think it was an illusion when you hear her whisper under her breath. “i’m a genius.”

you’re walking on the dim-lighted corridors. your head fixated on the ground as you try to find through the cobblestone ground a gem resembling stars. as you enter the east wing, you are in the middle of the ballroom. “where is that darn thing? hyunie couldn’t have run too much.” you mutter under your breath as your back bends in attempts to get a closer look. but, your forehead ends up colliding against someone’s knee.

you raise your head, already dipped downwards to position your apology. “oop, i’m so sorry. i swear i am not trying to steal or escape or anything.” you say before your gaze adapts to the darkness shrouded in the vicinity. you are surprised to see it’s not a knight who stands in front of you.

it is na jaemin.

it seemed the stars aligned to mock your luck as his name just resonated a few seconds. you could only decipher this by how light poured into the spacious room. a streak of silver cascades down his features to his jaw. he looked like the moon, the hidden part of it with some crates to make its existence known.

“oh, your highness. i’m truly sorry about that act of clumsiness.” you utter quickly, quick to bury your brief interaction.

“y/n! no need for those formalities. i’m still the same jaemin i was. so, throw that, your highness, away.” there’s a glee simmering on his tone. the chirp that shouldered most of your memories with him. you hear your heart stifling. oh no, it was already singing. tap, tap, tap.

“oh, you know i can’t do that. you’re about to become king. how unbecoming of my part would it be if i start addressing you casually.” your tone is sturdy, unbending like the rules you were imposed with. “but, what are you doing here so late?” your inquiry comes out more light-hearted.

you see how his face shifts, uneasiness settles on his features as his smile grows smaller and wrinkles dig his forehead. “uh,” his hand flies to his nape, fingers prickling it as it attempts to retrieve warmth.

“i hope you don’t lie to me, nana. you do that when you are nervous or about to lie,” you comment casually, wincing that his old habit caused the casual tone to filter your tongue.

it doesn’t go unnoticed by him as jaemin’s expression spins and mirth shatters his facade. “i was actually supposed to meet mimi. we wanted to talk more about the… engagement without the royal court eyeing us like hawks. so, she left me her bracelet and make it seem more discreet.” once the last words process on your head, you take a step back as a reflex. your eyes widen as you start to fill in the gaps on how you ended up in this situation. jaemin is doing the same things as your expression narrates what happened behind the scenes.

“i- hyunie. she could be an actress with those skills.” you curse under your breath. “well, i came to retrieve it. yes. you know, she can be quite the scatterbrain.” you relapse quickly back to stop your mind from overthinking the situation.

“wait y/n,” his tone infiltrates inside your frazzled state. “i-” he sighs as you stare at him. ”how about we take the opportunity to talk?”

his question was a tempting offer. after all, it seemed something painted out of the world of impossibilities you crafted on your childhood. you ponder through your choices. what would you do if you were caught? what would you do if your throat betrays your rationality and the truth cracks? but, your heart has a voice of its own and it plants itself in your mouth.

“uhm, sure.” you say a little too informally for your taste. but, it quickly becomes a trivial matter as his hand wraps around yours. it melts your worries away as you try to restrain from a red hue formulate on your cheeks.

you settle in the corner of the room, shoulders brushing together and pressed backs to avoid the vigilant security running around. you could feel his breath on the nonexistent space between you two.

“what do you want to talk about?” you ask him with a quiet euphoria entrancing your voice.

“about me.” he jests before a bubble of laughter quickly bursts in the echoing room. “about you, of course.” despite you are covered with darkness, you can already imagine the sparkle on his eyes.

“about me… there’s nothing much to say. i’m busied with my duties as a lady in waiting. i might have read a book or two when she is on her classes.” you say, cringe how mundane sounding your routine was. but, jaemin doesn’t let such thought construct itself as there was nothing but awe emitting.

“well, hyunie is quite a fickle. so, i see why you are so busy.” he says with a laugh on the end. “oh, books? what is that mind of yours so entertained with?”

in a sense, you don’t want to tell him. it would express some repressed emotion you held captive for the boy whose face illuminated the room. but, you are staring too much to his lips and the warm air that you have no option but let the truth out. you wonder if you got drunk with his laughter.

“i was just reading romeo and juliet” you whisper under your now little breath. your eyes don’t stray from his rosy tiers and he notices this unnerving action as he gets closer. his hand now rest on top of your thigh. your heart leaps to your hands as you feel the rampant palpitations and your throat grows parched.

“ah, really? it’s a really interesting book. i read it once. my teacher described their love in a funny way.” his breath tickles your neck as he whispers close to your ear as footsteps on the nearby hall. you try to repress the shudders from becoming tangible as his thumb circles around your leg and sets your skin to burn.

“oh really? what did your teacher say? mrs. lee has always looked like an interesting woman.” your voice peaks, raises some octaves higher than it should have. he laughs at this action you were scolding yourself for.

his forehead nearing yours, closing the gap you thought it would never decrease. “limerence,” he says. “limerence, the state of being so infatuated with someone that you wish they reciprocate back.” at that moment, you finally meet his gaze. your heart is now singing to its fullest. it’s an unfamiliar tune, an untold tale. hope, it sounded like hope.

“i think i have experienced that word. the limerence, the star-crossed tale,” you say as your lips were so eager. they were quivering under the atmosphere that felt suffocating.

“with who?” he says as he teases a bit by separating the gap. but, your fingers reach for his nape and hope to set it on the same fire he ignited.

“with you.” your words are short-circuited as electricity enters with a force once his lips collide with yours. you always wondered if he tasted like gold. but, he tasted better as the element of forbidden is shoved and leaves you with nothing more than sweetness.

you separate to only see his lips redder than the shade you are wearing on your cheeks. your breath fluctuates as it tries to grasp for oxygen. “you know, this is forbidden.” you state the obvious as your head now rests on his shoulder.

“i thought that’s why you mentioned romeo and juliet.” he says cheekily. your fingers are tapping against his lap, playing the tune your heart was.

“you are getting married in one month with my best friend.” you exclaim the obvious as his finger traces down your jaw and pushes your eyes to meet his. “start thinking quick y/n. we got to stop a wedding in two weeks.”

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