the duke and his general.
synopsis : in which seonghwa is the duke you’re arranged to, while you’re the general of the royal army.
pairing : seonghwa x reader
themes : angst, romcom & smut.
word count : 15k ( part three + final )
three weeks.
three weeks since you last saw the man you once loved.
“miss y/n, would you like your breakfast in the room?”
you lift your head up front the mountain of blankets piled up on you, with a hazy smile and tired face you nod. “that would be great, thank you.”
you shut your eyes once the maid leaves, wanting nothing but the nauseous feeling in your stomach to stop, but the pounding headache makes you shoot up in panic.
your hand automatically flies to your mouth and your eyes widen, you run to the bathroom, lifting the toilet seat up before puking your guts out.
you’re breathing heavily and it feels like you’re about to die, as if someone’s squeezing your insides. tears run down you cheeks and you open your mouth once again.
clutching your shirt tightly you swallowed, “s-seonghwa, where are you?” you call out. flushing the toilet, you get up from the ground, stepping towards the sink to clean yourself.
“hwa,” you call out once again, but no one responds. holding your stomach, you walk out to see the maid standing there with worry etched on her face, you smile lightly and take a seat.
“miss, are you alright?” the elderly lady asks you nod through the insane headache you have, “the duke, he’s gone for a trip, he’ll be back before dinner.”
you nod once again and she leaves the tray beside you with a worried face, “thank you.” once she leaves, your eyes settle on the delicious food made for you.
as much as you want to eat it, your stomach is telling you no. it’s as if you have no appetite left, as if all of it was flushed down the toilet. you push the tray away, and shut your eyes before laying on the bed again.
the next time you wake up, it’s the evening. your room is cleaned by the maids and it’s empty. your bed is cold, but the headache seems to disappear, you lift yourself up and glance around the room.
still, no sign of seonghwa.
ever since the day he yelled at you for going to the war, which you were rightfully wrong in, he hasn’t spared you a glance. you know the ‘trip’ he’s gone to is just a way to ignore you, and truthfully, you do deserve it.
after all, you did think recklessly and went to fight on the battlefield. but you had a valid reason, but the man just wasn’t ready to listen to any of your talk.
your hand lifts up to caress your neck, the wound on it patched up in a white bandage. it hurt, you’re sure their might be a scar forming on it already, if not, you’ve already been scarred by his words.
a sigh flees your lips, your hair falls over your shoulders and you stand up to walk outside. the walk to the gardens is short but it feels like forever, there’s no one in the palace.
guards are off for their afternoon break, yet a few of them are having lunch in their quarters. you decide to take a seat on the white bench that overviews the garden, the sun rays pout down on you and the slight wind eases your nauseous mood.
you usually sit beside seonghwa on this bench, his hands around your shoulder and his chin resting on your head. no matter how much you tried to get away from him, he’d pull you even closer, whining in your ear about you not giving him enough attention.
you smile at the sudden memory reeling through your mind, but then it fades, and it reminds you that he’s not beside you. you’re sitting alone in a field of flowers with a hand on your stomach, caressing it slowly.
you wander around the palace, eyes lowered to the floor because you didn’t want to meet the pity stares of the workers. one of them being kind enough to make you something to eat, that which you ate in the silence of the kitchen and again, you felt nauseous.
you held your head in your hands, lips trembling and your eyes watery. low sniffles echoed the kitchen and your hair acted as a curtain, covering your face.
your shoulders shake slightly as tears rolled down your cheeks, you’ve never felt so weak in your entire life. it’s weird, because you’re supposed to be stronger in the time, you’re in, but it really is disappointing when the only person you’ve loved isn’t by your side.
when you hear footsteps from afar, you quickly get up. wiping your eyes so that no traces of tears were visible, you let your hair fall in-front of your swollen eyes and walked by the group of people who you only recognized as your comrades.
“y/-“
you walk straight past them, have been for the last few weeks. avoiding their calls for your name and speed walking down to your room, locking yourself in.
the guys look at each other unsurely, san sighs before leaving them standing in the middle of the hallway. the rest glance at each other, silence enveloping them all.
“what do we do?” yunho breaks the silence, running a hand through his hair.
hongjoong shakes his head, “we can’t do anything, he’s the only who can do something to fix whatever’s happening.”
“but we can’t just do nothing, i don’t think i’ve ever seen her so down.” wooyoung squeaks, swallowing at that thought.
“where even is he?” yeosang breaks his silence, “i haven’t seen him in days.”
“he’s spending time down at the stables, he’ll be back around dinner.” with a tired sigh they all walk to their respective places.
and when night does fall, all of them finding each other sitting down sitting down by the table. the king and queen sitting at the farther end, you sitting opposite seonghwa while the rest sit wherever they wanted.
you play around with the food placed on your plate; you haven’t lifted your eyes ever since you walked in here. choosing to sit quietly in your chair while nibbling on the food that you don’t crave for.
the dinner is silent, if not for the random conversations created by wooyoung and san and occasionally by the rest. seonghwa’s mother talks to you and you could hear the excitement in her voice, she goes on and on about her wish for seonghwa to have kids.
you resist the urge to laugh with her, showing a smile as she handed you extra portions of the food you’ve barely touched.
and as for seonghwa, the man sitting in front of you seems unrecognizable, he’s sitting proper, hair brushed back with a smile on his face that’s so fake that it hurts to look at, he chats with hongjoong who sat beside him.
he hasn’t dared to look at you in the eye but you know him too well, you know it’s hurting him to do this but he’ll do it until it quenches his satisfaction.
just as you bring a bite of food near your mouth, your eyes widen and you stare at seonghwa before glancing at his mother, who thankfully, was already looking at you.
you flash her a look of pain before shooting your hand up to your mouth, eyebrows crossed you cursed in your mind.
“i-“ you start but you’re not able to finish because you make a run for it your room. holding onto your stomach as you ran, leaving the rest in confusion.
seonghwa’s mother immediately rushes behind you, leaving the rest. the guys get up from their seats, face etched in worry as they watch you run with confused yet worried eyes.
seonghwa’s father, the king, himself is worried but when his eyes land on his son sitting calmly, eating his food as if nothing had just happened, made him confused yet irritated.
san’s eyes shot daggers into seonghwa’s skull, jaw clenching at the fact that your husband is blatantly ignorant you while you’re pregnant. his face shows utter anger for the man before he walks to your room, hongjoong follows soon after.
his father gives the rest of the guys a nod and they too find themselves walking to your room, leaving only him and seonghwa in the room.
“what do you think you’re doing.” his father questions, wiping his hands on the napkin.
seonghwa looks up, “having dinner, father.”
his father raises his eyebrows, “oh, and how about y/n? your wife?”
“what about her?”
his father squints his eyes at him, “your wife, who’s pregnant and is sick, while you’re sitting here as if you don’t know her! how inconsiderate you are.”
seonghwa clenches his jaw at his father, but when his father gives him a look, he tones it down. “you’ll behave the same way if you find out what’s she did.”
“i do not care what she has done, what matters is her health and the child she’s carrying, your child!”
“dad, she went to the war!” he yells, finally loosing it. “she went to the war alone knowing she was not in the right condition too!”
his father stands up, “you, go to her right now. what matters is that she’s alive, right now she needs you the most but you’re here sitting as if none of it bothers you!”
“you’re stubborn,” he pauses, “just like your mother.”
the entire week had been tough for you, you had terrible morning sickness, crazy headaches, uncomfortable sleep patterns, tiredness and barely any appetite.
fortunately, seonghwa’s mother had been by you through all of it, with some special appearances from san and hongjoong who seemed to have made it their schedule to visit you four times a day.
your cravings for certain foods had increased drastically, which made san run to the markets late at night to get you what you wanted. or how sensitive your nose had gotten, almost making hongjoong shower three times.
on the nicer and not hard times, you were able to be in your bed the entire day. or take a walk in the gardens while one of the guys accompanied you, lifting your mood up with their jokes.
but you didn’t want any of that, you wanted seonghwa.
speaking of him, he is in the palace, but sleeps in a different room. eats at a different time as you so he wouldn’t have to see you, or when you two walk by each other, he barely looks at you but you bow your head at him.
“it’s your highness for you.”
you hated doing it, hated it when he didn’t look at you. as much as in the past you’d shoo him away, now you were urging for the said man. hoping he’d at least exchange a few words with you.
but you aren’t blind either, you know he asks the maids to check up on you, or just to check on the baby growing inside of you. you know he sees you walk around the hallways, hiding the pain on your face from the cramps.
his mother and father sympathized with you, offering, and helping you with anything you needed.
but failing to bring one man.
others couldn’t help but be upset at the situation, guards who stood outside your room late at night could hear the faint sound of you weeping.
the guys weren’t blinded to it either, they could hear your cries at the late hours of night. when you think everyone’s fallen asleep, they hadn’t seen such side of you and it shocked them but also made them angry at the man.
so when you decided you have had enough, with his parents permission you pack your bags and leave the palace for a few days or even more. finding home at your parent’s, who welcomed you with bright smiles not knowing what had really happened.
your mother fed you the butteriest meals ever, never not leaving your side even for a minute. or how your father brought a thick book full of names, sitting on his favourite burgundy couch with his glasses on and a lamp turned on beside him, looking over the lists of names to find a contender.
or how your older brother had joined, returning from the navy only to bother you by mentioning ridiculous names to name his niece or nephew. he brought home multiple toys and takes the time to accompany you to the market, lending a hand for holding the bags.
“seriously y/n, if it’s a girl, name her-“
“for the last time sehun, i’m not gonna name my child after some fancy revolver or a alcohol brand!”
“no, but imagine nam-“
“i’m not gonna name my kid ak-47!”
“how about hennessy!”
“get out of my face!”
and as for the the situation in the palace, let’s just say no one has spoken about you for the past two days. you had been living with your parents and they all couldn’t be more happier knowing you’re in a much better environment.
they continue their daily activities at ease, visit you once and in a while and careful not to mention you.
and his royal highness, the duke of eden, park seonghwa sits inside his office. his second home, files piled up to his neck but none of them seem important to him.
his eyes are stuck at the door, waiting for the maid to walk in and put him at ease. by of course, telling him about you.
he’s keeping track of time, eyes flickering from the clock to the door. he finds himself being more and more impatient, tapping his feet under his table repeatedly.
“where is she,” he says, having waited too long he stands up and leaves his office to go and find the maid himself.
when he doesn’t find her, he asks another one who had just walked out a room. she hastily bowed down but he dismissed it all, “where is y/n?” he watches her eyes grow wide.
“you highness, you’ve told us not to talk about her.”
“you see, i’m- just tell me how she is,” he says, and she slowly lifts her head up.
“the duchess, she’s not in the palace.”
“what?”
“she hasn’t been in then palace for days now, i believe today is the third day.”
his eyes widen, “where is she?”
“that i do not know, your highness.” and with that she walks away, leaving a wide eyed seonghwa panicking in the hallway.
he stops for second, the skin between his eyebrows touches before moving back. he runs a hand through his black hair, eyes wandering left and right.
when it finally clicks in his mind that you’re gone, his face drops in disbelief. he walks down the hallway to your room, wanting to see it for himself and tell himself that you were in the palace.
but when he opens the door his shoulders immediately slump, he walks inside. clenching his jaw as your scent hits his nose, a wave of worry washes over him when he doesn’t see you anymore, not in the room or the bathroom.
instead, it’s empty, his breathing wavers and his voice calls for you. but no one responds, he then walks out, his footsteps turn into him sprinting down the halls, searching every single room in the big palace. he can’t find you anywhere.
he finally turned left and burst open the door, breathing heavily his eyes falling over the guys sparing him a glance before continuing their work.
“where’s y/n?” he breaths out, walking in and slamming his hands on the table.
wooyoung looks up, “what do you want?”
seonghwa bites his lips, ticking his eyebrow at the nonchalant attitude of wooyoung. “where’s y/n, and what’s with that attitude?”
hongjoong drops his files with a bang and glares up at the man, “what’s with your attitude? and why do you even care, you didn’t want to see her face two seconds ago, now what happened?”
“ah, did your brains finally fall back in place?” wooyoung brings his hands behind his head, leaning back on the chair while eyeing seonghwa up and down.
“just tell me where she is,” seonghwa spits out, “why isn’t she in her room?”
“ask yourself that, why isn’t she here? how big of an idiot are you?”
“a big one,” mingi adds.
“she’s not here, and for the better.” san speaks from the back and seonghwa scoffs.
“and what would you know is the better for her?” he retorts.
“she knows what’s better for her, none of you need to decide it. and for your information she’s at her parent’s house,” hongjoong pauses, “because she couldn’t deal with the atmosphere you created.”
seonghwa runs out, ignoring whatever hongjoong mused at him. in his mind, he had to see you and so he walked to the stables and rode a horse to the town, where you were.
“have you already thought of a name?” you glance shortly at your mother, who cupped her face in her hands, eyes blinking, wide and bright.
“no,” you respond, focusing on the mandarin you were peeling before tossing it in your mouth.
you heard her sigh, and she holds your hand. “y/n, what’s going on,” her warm voice asked, and you shook your head.
“nothing,” you ate another piece and then your mother smacks your hand lightly.
“i know something is!” she exclaims, “you and seonghwa fought, didn’t you?”
“we did,” you confess, and she shoots you a look. “i don’t wanna talk about it.” with that you get up and walk away, ignoring the calls of your name.
you find purchase in sitting on the swinging couch in the small garden your family had, throwing your head back and looking off into nothing. your white dress hung off the swing, arms resting on the armrest.
your mother watches you and elicits a sigh, her body leans on the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest as she watches you with a bitter smile.
when sunset falls around, you’re holding onto a sword. swinging it with one hand while your dad prepares the grill in the back, trying not to burn down the house.
when you sit down to eat, you’ve forgotten about everything. sitting and just eating whatever was on the table, with a content smile you eat doubles of everything.
once it’s over and you’re walking over to your room, your mother pulls you into the kitchen randomly. your wide eyes scan her, and she holds a box of strawberries, nudging it at you.
“oh, thank you,” you grab the box from her, “how’d you know i’ve been craving these.”
your mother smiles knowingly, watching you pop one in your mouth with a grin.
“seonghwa dropped by,” you slowly look up, swallowing.
“okay,” you squeak out, eyes flickering to wall behind.
she then leans back, “he brought the strawberries,” you paused, “he said you would be craving them.”
with a frustrated sigh you put the box on the counter, your mother leaves the room, and you glance at the strawberry you held in your hand.
the only person who knew you were wanting these were san, who you sent at the ungodly hours of night to the market. considering that, seonghwa would have no idea about this unless san told him, which was unlikely, or seonghwa watched over you.
you run to grab your jacket and leave your house to walk to the palace. frowning at the audacity of this man, who can’t seem to talk to you up front and instead becomes a coward.
you march inside the property, dismissing the stares you were getting because first, you’re in the palace, second, you’re marching in furiously and third because you’re not exactly wearing the clothes seeing the weather.
you knew seonghwa wouldn’t be in his new room, so your best option was to barge in his office. and that’s exactly where he was, standing and glancing out the windows.
“park seonghwa,” you burst in through the door, eyes falling on his tall figure dressed in black, leaning on the window frame.
he glances over his shoulder before looking out the window, his eyes are shut and his fingers grip the frame.
“what are you doing?” you say, “hm? sending those stupid strawberries instead of actually coming to talk to me?”
your clench your jaw at the lack of his response, “why do you suddenly seem to care now when you haven’t spared me a glance in the last two weeks!”
you exhale harshly and walk up to him, grabbing his arm and turning him around. his face shows no emotion, and you push his shoulder, “why! why aren’t you saying something?”
“what do you want me to say?” he responds and you bite the insides of your cheek, hearing his voice after so long, it still shoots butterflies in your stomach.
you stare at him in disbelief, “hwa,” you whined. “what’s wrong with you, i’ve apologized so many times and yet you never say anything!”
you continue, “i know you send those meals by the hands of the maids,” your eyes tear up. “i know you see me around the palace but choose to ignore me, i know you walk by our room every night so that you know i’m inside, i kno-“
“god damn it! do you even know why i went to the war?” you yell, eyes flickering between him and the floor.
“to protect you, you don’t know this but a day before the war.” you pause, contemplating if you really want to say this.
the night before the war, yeosang burst through your office doors, yanking your arm and dragging you to his office without even getting the chance to say hi.
“yeosang, w-what’s going on?” you ask the man holding your wrist, stepping in his room only to see a patient bandaged over his legs, arms and head.
you glance at yeosang in confusion, asking him to explain why exactly he brought you here especially when there’s someone he’s tending to.
before yeosang gets the chance respond, the man in front immediately stands up, hissing and then bowing.
“gener- your highness,” his low and gritty voice goes onto introduce himself, “i can’t reveal my name, but i have to tell you something.”
you exchange glances with yeosang who nods, ushering you to a chair, and he comes to stand behind you.
“what happened to you?” you ask out of worry, eyeing the white bandages over him.
“dorado,” the man says, “dorado is after you.”
you tilt your head, “dorado, the one we all helped?” he nods turning to yeosang.
“they’re the one who will be attacking you, they’ll be planning for night, perhaps in the castle as well.”
he stops, “but your highness, they’re also planning to kill off eden’s heir.”
yeosang watches the man, stunned. “seonghwa? the duke?” and the man nods.
you and yeosang exchange glances before looking at the man in unison. “explain everything to us in detail.”
“a messenger had come to the palace telling me and yeosang, that they were after you! the enemies were going to kill you park seonghwa!” you cry out loud, “and you want me to sit back and watch my husband die when i knew what was going to happen?”
“but no! of course you wouldn’t listen,” you breathe out loud and shaky, “did you want our child to grow without their dad?”
your eyes drop to his hands, the ones he’s gripping the windowsill with. “do you think that i, i would let you die?”
“for the love of god, seonghwa say something!”
tears roll down the apples of your cheeks, the wind coming from the window stinging as the man standing in front of you turns his back. looking out the window in silence, pretending as if there is no one in the room screaming at him.
your shoulders slump down, a hand taking through your hair you shut your eyes in frustration as tears rolled down.
all you could feel was emptiness, frustration, anger and pain.
“the day you quit being a general, is the day everything will go back to normal.” you hear his voice cut through the silence.
you stare wide eyed at the man, mouth parting to form out words but you’re so shocked at what he goes on about that nothing comes out.
“seonghwa,” you grit out, “how dare you.” you spit out with such a tone that it has shivers running up his body.
“how dare you ask me to quit something i have spent my entire life working for.” you stare at him with such disgust and anger that you lift your hands up by your head.
“what you do,” he says, “only brings problems, and going to a war?” he says with a scoff and you shoot him a glare.
“i’ve spent my entire life to protect you, your parents and your home.” you take a step forward, “you,” you point at him, “you wouldn’t even have been alive if not for me, you have no right to tell me what to do, you’ve lost it all.”
you hastily grab your wedding ring, the one he gave to you with such adoration and love. but now it burned into your skin, just like the way his words cut you.
“i’m selfish,” you repeat the words he told you, “i’m horrible, park seonghwa i will show you how selfish and horrible i can be.”
clenching your jaw, you slipped off the wedding ring, griping it in your hands tightly because it hurt, it hurt letting everything go.
“go find yourself a princess, who’ll bear your children and make you happy by not going to a fucking war.”
you slam down the jewelry on his table with such force that you’re sure it will create a mark, he jumps at the sound but never looks back.
you stare at his back for a few beats of silence, “i’ll leave.” you wipe the tears rolling off your cheeks.
“but hear this,” you pause, fists shaking and eyes staring at the shiny ring on the table.
“don’t you ever come looking for me, do you want a divorce? send me the paperwork and i’ll sign it, and then i’ll leave.” you pause to inhale, “i’m sorry to you, and to my baby for putting you two in danger.”
seonghwa spins his head, so fast, eyes wide. “my? ‘my baby’ so i’m nothing, it’s not ours?”
“nothing.” you grit out, “never have, never will.”
“i’ll send a letter when the child’s born, until then, don’t you ever come to me, you had the chance to fix this.” you point your finger at him, “we could’ve fixed this right here, but now, don’t come begging for my forgiveness.”
you turn on your heel and with one last glance over your shoulder. “because i won’t forgive you, this comes from general y/n.”
“goodbye, your highness.”
“yeosang, just go back.”
you stared at the blond, a rag in his hands as he runs everywhere to clean the surroundings.
“t-that won’t happen y/n,” he turns around, leaning his elbow on the table behind. “that’s between you and seonghwa, i’m here as not only a friend but your doctor.”
you lean back on the cushioned chair, “you don’t have to come over every day, i’m fine here alone, really.”
yeosang lets out a sigh, folding the rag and walking forward to sit opposite you. “y/n, i will come over any day i can, the other’s will too, until seonghwa-“
“just don’t,” you stop him, “i don’t want to hear anything from him.”
“y/n.” he gives you a look.
“yeosang.” which you return, pressing your lips together.
he eventually lets out a sigh and then lifts his hands by his side, “you win, whatever.” you grin, grabbing a cushion to throw it at the man, who successfully dodges.
“how long are you planning to stay here?” he quips, blowing the nonexistent dirt of the cushion before ticking an eyebrow at you.
“i...really don’t know,” you shrug, “maybe i just won’t ever return?”
“no, no, you can’t do that!” he immediately interjects. “y/n, you have to understand that as much of an asshole your husband is, you can’t top the asshole level.”
you snort out loud, shaking your head. “is asshole even the right word yeo? he’s left me first, and now i’ve left him.”
“what’s the difference?” you quickly add, finding a particular interest to the carpet.
“you’re still wearing his ring,” he points out and your eyes fly to the black band. “you’re living here as if he won’t find out where y-“
“you won’t tell him nothing,” you add, “neither will you or the guys open your loud mouths in front of that man.”
he shoots his eyebrows to his forehead, an amused smile on his face. “that man,” he mocks, bobbing his head to the side.
you two stay quiet for a few seconds until he speaks once again, “will...will you ever go back to him?”
you chose to stay still, sucking on the insides of your cheek. eyes everywhere except the blond’s who sighs in defeat.
“i’ll ask the workers to send in food supplies every week, i’ll be visiting weekly for your check up and don’t you dare do something stupid when i’m not here.”
you let out a genuine smile, “thank you, yeosang, really.”
he shakes his head with a shy smile, “just don’t die on us, and especially on seonghwa.”
“y/n.”
“hongjoong, i’m not going to go and see him.”
“he’s been asking for you— well to me, more subtly, but you know what i mean.” he grunts, pouring a cup of chamomile tea in the fine china.
ever since the day you left the palace of eden, you found home, not at your parents but the villa seonghwa had owned. the balmoral villa, the one by the seashore, the one you two talked about and the one where you wanted to raise your children in.
it had a rustic feel from the outside, but the inside was modern royalty. when you first entered at night, a large portrait of you and seonghwa hung over the fireplace, on the tall walls welcomed you.
it looked so intimidating at night, but when the moonlight shines through the large windows, it looked ethereal. a picture of you sitting and seonghwa standing behind you framed in gold.
you stared at it for a few minutes before eventually leaving, walking around the small villa, to see every nook of it.
but your favourite was the master bed, where a balcony connected to the outside. a view of the sea, with mountains caving in to make it seem private. you saw the silent horizon that day, so dark and brooding but so calming.
you’ve stayed here for around a week now, and your favourite thing was to stay awake until the late hours of the night. a warm cup of tea in hand, a mahogany fleece blanket wrapped around you and your eyes stuck on the single lighthouse in the distance.
a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere, lonely, just like you.
“i couldn’t care less hongjoong, let him ask for me, keep telling him lies.” you sip on the hot tea, shuddering a little.
“but we can’t keep doing that,” you raise your eyebrows at him.
“and what he did to me was right?” you interject, “hongjoong, imagine your husband blatantly ignoring you throughout one the hardest points in pregnancy.”
“and then, sending a stupid box of strawberries as a what? compensation? and when he could’ve fixed things, he tells me to quit being a general.”
“he cares for you y/n.”
you shake your head, “does he? he cares for our baby, i don’t matter hongjoong.”
“and as much as i know me, i wouldn’t dare hurt my child like that. if i don’t matter to him, what’s the point in going back?”
the man in front stays quiet, silently agreeing to whatever you were saying because you were right. his friend had just lost a piece of his mind that he can’t seem to get back right now, your anger is valid.
hongjoong winces at the fact that seonghwa seemed to forget, that the mother comes first, if there is no mother, then there is no child.
you, have endured almost everything. hongjoong glances at you, remembering what you’ve been through not only from the military but even now and yet you set out with a smile.
“if he’ll come back to his senses,” you shrug, “would you forgive him?”
you let out a tired sign, glancing at the man who stared at you. “i don’t know hongjoong, all i know is i don’t want to see him.”
he nods, bringing the cup to his lips. “how’s your health, you know, the kid.”
he watches your face brighten, a hand immediately resting on your stomach. “there’s a little bit of a bump forming, it’s cute.”
he grins against the cup whispering a, “he would’ve been over the moon,” before lifting his eyes to you, “i think the child’s a girl.”
“really?” you ask, wide eyed. “well, whoever the child is, as long as they stay healthy it doesn’t bother me.”
he smiles one again, slowly standing up. instructing you to take your meds, cook food and make sure to eat and lock all the doors and only then fall asleep.
you nod to every single one of them, grabbing his shoulders before literally pushing him outside because the man wouldn’t shut up.
once he leaves, you lock the big doors and press your back against them. sighing as your eye’s glances around the entrance lobby, your thoughts twisted to seonghwa.
“idiot,” you mutter, lowly but it echoes the room. craning your neck down, your eyes landed on your stomach. “your dad’s a big idiot, you know? i hope you don’t go on him.”
“seonghwa.”
“yes,” he stares, “father.”
the older man folds his hands on his knees, “where is y/n?”
seonghwa blinks, flickering his eyes from his fathers to the wall behind. “s-uh, i think she’s at her parents.”
“you think?” he tilts his head when his son doesn’t respond and instead chooses to keep his head down.
“seonghwa,” he starts, “i haven’t seen her around for a few weeks now.” the statement comes off more as threat, as if interrogating the man, eyeing his son with a stern face.
“and you don’t know where she is?”
when seonghwa does decide to open his mouth, his father beats him too it. “fath-“
“you imbecile, she’s your wife! she’s pregnant and carrying your child!”
he flinches at the sudden raise in volume, “but father, she’s-“
“no, i’m not going to hear anything from you.” he interrupts him, “go find her, if something happens to her. park seonghwa you best believe you’re dead.”
seonghwa swallows once his father leaves the room, bringing his head in his hands. shutting his eyes for a brief second only to be fly them open when hongjoong walks in.
“seonghwa what are you doing?” he barges in angrily, taking a seat in front of him. “what big of an idiot are you!”
“hongjoong, if you’re here to lecture me about y/n,” he starts, “then leave.”
hongjoong narrows his eyes at him, “do you know she’s not at her parent’s house?”
“w-what,” he cracks, “then where is she? she was at her parent-“
“was,” hongjoong interrupts, “what is going on with you seonghwa?”
“since when did you,” he raises his fingers to point at the man, “become like this?”
“lo-“
“no, you listen.” he puts a hand up, “seonghwa, you and y/n are married.”
“you’ve, okay, not liked each other at first but somewhere along the line you two have fallen for each other without realizing and it only got deeper!”
seonghwa sits quietly, “you love her, i know you do. everyone knows you do, and even y/n does, so why the hell are you doing this? isn’t it only bringing pain?”
hongjoong watches the man’s face twist into different emotions before continuing again, “seonghwa, grow up. you two have been married for almost two and a half years, and just a war broke it all?”
“the war, if she got hurt then what?” seonghwa finally speaks, “what would i have done without her? what would i have done without our child?”
“it’s her job! be it she’s pregnant or not, she knows better, she knows what protective measures she’s got to take just to protect the small life she’s got inside of her, she’s not a general for nothing!”
“you’re not making anything easy either, you’re forgetting that you love her!” hongjoong lifts his voice, “your mind is stuck on the baby and it’s health! but did it ever cross you how you’ve been forgetting y/n?”
“did you care about y/n getting hurt or only the kid? you yelled and screamed at her for taking your child to the war when all she wanted was to protect the father of her child!”
“did you forget that, the mother comes first?” he lowers his voice, stern yet powerful. “you doing this will ruin your already strained relationship with y/n, and it will affect her health.”
when seonghwa stares at him with his mouth parted, hongjoong stands up and jabs his pointer finger in his chest.
“do you realize what you’ve done seonghwa?”
“fuck,” seonghwa whispers, “oh god.”
“you told her to quit something she’s been doing longer than she’s been married to you,” he grits out.
“i-i did,”
“you yelled at her for getting injured, you didn’t care, you only cared for the child.”
“i did, o-oh my god.”
“you ignored her during when she needed you the most, did you know she cried, she cried because of you?”
“then what am i supposed to do!” seonghwa lets out, breathing heavily. “she came to me the other week and all i did was nothing, i stood while she cried for me to fix things.”
“but you only made it worse.”
“but i only made it worse.”
“hongjoong,” he swallows, eyes getting watery. “what do i do? i don’t deserve her, she won’t come back, s-she’s gone i won’t ever see her hongjoong. what do i do, what have i done— hong-“
hongjoong brings his hands over the taller man’s shoulders. “quiet down.”
“no, no i can’t do that.” he shakes his head, “if she’s not at her parent’s house, then you.” he grips hongjoong’s hands, “you know where she is.”
“please tell me where she is, please.”
he sighs, “seonghwa, only you know where she is.”
“i-i don’t, i really don-“
“what was her favourite place?”
“just te-“
“think seonghwa, think.”
“i can’t, i just want to see her already!”
“where did she want to spend the rest of her life with you?”
seonghwa pauses, “by the sea.” and it finally hits him like a truck. “fuck, she’s at balmoral!”
and immediately a bright grin covers his crying face, “she’s at balmoral, the villa she wanted to raise our kids at!” he brings a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes as he feels the final tears drop down.
“what are you waiting for then, go on.”
the excitement in him swirls, wiping his eyes he pulls the shorter man in a hug. “hongjoong you’re the best, thank you, i lov-“
“get out.”
“i’ll drop by with groceries in a few hours, stay inside the weathers not good!”
“yes, yeosang now go!” you pushed the laughing man outside, waving your hand as he walks to the car with a smile.
you skipped on your toes lightly, humming as you make your way inside. hearing the rapid pitter patter of your dog running to you, nuzzling his face in your leg as you walked.
you plop yourself on the couch, placing your arms on the armrest and your doberman comes to lay by your feet. switching on a movie while a scented candle’s scent made it’s way around the room, a calming scent of warm vanilla.
eerily similar to seonghwa’s, you sighed at that. unconsciously your eyes land on your stomach, caressing it lightly.
you find yourself not focusing on the movie but on the man you married, your eyes then shift to the entrance lobby. you’d do this every day, maybe a small hope burning inside you said that the said man would walk in.
bring you in his arms, place a chaste kiss on your lips— but that’s where you’d stop thinking. clenching your jaw at the thought of him, you’re mad at him, furious even.
but you still want to see him, yet you don’t know how you’ll react once you do. your eyes then shift to the portrait of you two, at the happiest you two were at.
big smiles decorating your face, so warm and happy and inviting unlike now.
a tired sigh leaves your mouth, slowly getting up to walk down to the sea but halt once your eyes land on the window. shifting the curtain to the side, fat water droplets hit the glass from the heavy rain.
the blue ocean now darker like the sky, moving slowly but scarily. just as you’re about to turn around, the sound of the doorbell ringing stops you and a smile graces your lips.
“yeosang, i’m in the living area!” you yell, quickly tidying up the couch. “come on inside!”
you dog immediately gets on his feet, scurrying away to bark at the door. but he won’t, he knows it’s yeosang.
“yeosang! come in!” you say again, this time with furrowed eyebrows and a hesitant walk to the door.
the doorbell rings once again, “you have the keys yeo,” you mutter lowly, unlocking the door and just as you open the door, the ground from underneath you feels as if it’s slipping.
“y/n.”
you take a step back, hands falling to your side and your eyes fall upon the man you hadn’t seen in weeks.
you’re just staring at him; he takes a step towards you, and you back up. a feeling of panic swirls in your chest, not because you didn’t want to see him but because you didn’t think it would be so soon.
“y-your highness.”
there’s no reaction on your face, but his eyes are wide and glossy as if he just had cried, or from the rain pouring down his face. his lips twitch at the corners but falter down.
“i’m sorry.”
you feel as if your heart is about to burst out because of how fast it’s beating, a warm lump forming your throat that’s so hard to swallow down. his dark hair shadow over his eyes, shinning under the night light just outside.
he’s standing in a black shirt that’s now clung onto him, and you know it’s a very wrong time, but you can’t help but stare at him up and down.
“why are you here?” your voice comes out on tone that’s barely above a whisper, fingers gripping your dress.
“y/n please, just give me chance,” he pleads, and you hear the desperation in his voice.
you step backwards when he tries to hold onto your hand, back enough that he’s standing inside now. the water from outside following inside, and your eyes stare into his.
“please, please y/n i’m so sorry.”
“you need to go away, you’re not supposed to be here.” you manage to say out loud but it doesn’t affect him the slightest.
“y/n,” his low voice rings the hall, “i’m terrible, i know. but please don’t let go, i’m an idiot that didn’t hear you or fix things when you were there.”
“i ignored you when you were in pain and i only made it worse, i made it so easy for you to hate me y/n.”
“the weathers not great, go back please.”
he shakes his head, finally taking a stride towards you and you stay still. his tall self hovers over you and you shut your eyes, inhaling his scent that you thought you’d never smell again.
“please y/n,” he clasps onto your hand, his cold fingers holding into your warmer hand.
“please what?” you say, “y-you’ve done nothing but hurt me, when i went to the war for you, all for you.”
“i didn’t want you to die...i never did,” you look away, “i knew you’d be mad but not the point where you didn’t even look at me.”
“did you know how much it hurt?” lowering your eyes as if it would hide the tears pooling in. “you said you’d be by my side, that we would raise our kids together.”
you let out a humourless laugh, “but it’s as if that never existed,” you finally look at him, who’s staring at you intently and you swallow.
“did you even want to be-“
“i wanted to be there for all of it,” he cuts you, eyes flickering with a dark glint that displayed pain. “i wanted to be there for it all y/n, but i was selfish.”
you don’t realize that your lips are trembling, holding onto your emotions from pouring out. yes, you two had an argument but that doesn’t stop how you feel about him—
“i love you.”
“stop it.” you barely manage to whisper out, that three worded sentence making your insides swoop, shuddering as the cold wind made its way inside.
he shakes his head and you see the tears roll down his cheeks, “i’m sorry y/n, i don’t deserve you, i will never des-“
“please just shut up.”
“i put you and our child in dang-“
“why do you say you put me and our baby in danger?” he says between his sobs, “when you were the one in danger? hm? does your life not matter? your life is the most precious thing to me, are you insane? why do you hurt yourself like this?”
he then kneels on his knees and your eyes widen, only for the water collected in your eyes to fall. you’re standing and he kneels by your feet, head thrown down as both your emotions match.
he keeps shaking his head, lips letting choked sobs as his shoulders shake. “y/n, please, i’m so sorry, i- please just come back, please.” he begs between sniffles.
you shake your head slowly, biting down on your lips. “n-no, not right now.”
he holds onto your hand and brings it to his lips, you try to jerk it back but he lifts his head up. his red and swollen and puffy, nose red and lips parted.
he manages to smile a little, he glances at the band resting on your fingers. you bring your hand back, “you need to leave, just go away.”
“i’m an idiot, please don’t stay away from me-“ he pauses midway, eyeing your tear filled eyes and then on the small bump of your stomach.
and it only breaks him down more, a shaky hand coming to cup his mouth. eyes flickering from yours to the little bump you have, salty tears prickle down his eyes.
“i-is that...” he hiccups, “ours?”
you swallow hard and it only makes everything worse because you yourself choke out a sob. he watches through wonder and tears, knowing that inside was what you and he created.
he wipes the tears by back his hand, timidly bringing a hand to your stomach but before it does, you take a step back.
“y/n, please.”
“your highness, it’s raining out heavily, please go back to eden before the storm worsens.” lifting your head to look out the door, seeing a car in the car distance, presumably the one he used to come here.
“no,” he pauses, “not without you, and not without our little one.”
“you should’ve thought about that months ago, your highness.” you turn around, and he watches you walk away from him with desperate eyes.
“stop talking like that to me,” he says between sniffles, “since when did you go back to be-“
“a general?” you turn your head to the side, “the second you told me to call you ‘your highness’.”
“leave,” you say, turning your head to the side because you couldn’t look at him. “when our child’s born, i’ll handwrite you a letter to let you know.”
“now please,” you pause, “leave your highness.”
“y/n please, just p-“
“leave.” you say out tiredly, holding onto the couch to support your weight. “go away, seonghwa.”
his eyes widen at your words, using his name brought a certain amount of weight onto him, closing his eyes for a brief second, he stands up, wobbly.
“y/-“
you turn around so fast that in seconds you’re pushing him out the door, ignoring his begging, pleadings, and desperate calls for your name.
you slam the door shut, closing your eyes, and lulling your back. you hear him scream and wail your name repeatedly, but you clench your jaw, closed your eyes and pressed your back against the door.
the two men outside, yunho and mingi watch their duke kneel on his knees. one hand on the door as he calls out your name, they wipe their own tears before walking to seonghwa, holding onto two black umbrellas.
building a shield over the man, the two exchange a look. yunho decides to hold onto seonghwa’s shoulder.
“just give her some time seonghwa,” mingi says, flinching at the sudden thunderstorm.
yunho shakes his head, “i’m sorry, but you had a chance, you let it go too quick.”
both the boys pull seonghwa away from the doorstep, his head hung low as hot tears streamed down his face. he doesn’t bother fighting them and lets them drag him back to the car.
sparing your window one last glance, hoping that you would be standing there. watching him leave, but you didn’t. you couldn’t look at him in the eye.
you sat down on your desk, the one in the small office. where a large window pooled in sunlight, the desk you say at now covered with coloured papers and stickers and pictures.
a scrapbook, what yeosang said would be a good thing to pass time instead of sparring swords alone or walking your dog down the small town.
the book was rather small, but it did the job. you’ve been writing your experiences with the baby in it, from when you were too sick or intense cravings at five in the morning or when there was excessive back pain.
you were now a little over four months, you had jotted all the entry’s down, pairing it up with stickers and felt pen designs. you’d always end the entry with the date and time, so that maybe in future you could look back at it.
but when you would swivel your chair around, your eyes would land upon the new set of roses sitting on the far desk. everyday you’d get something by your door or by the hands of yeosang.
“here you go,” he’d chuck it at you when walking by, and you knew it was seonghwa sending all these.
so, you would send them back politely through yeosang’s hands, who would glare at you for making him run back and forth.
“oh my god y/n, this is the third time you’ve asked me to send these back to your lover boy!”
“and you will!” you grin, “thank you!”
he sighs and grabs the roses from you, “i’m not going to be stalling this for long, one day i might just do something that you wouldn’t have excepted.”
“sure, sure.”
maybe you should’ve listened to him, because the scrapbook you made documenting your pregnancy had been sent off into the hands of seonghwa.
“you what!” you said, wide eyed.
yeosang shrugged, “i told you, you two need to sort it out.”
you’d throw a finger in the air for him, and he’d laugh mockingly, before one day the doorbell had rang and a person stood on the other side, holding a giant bouquet yellow flowers in front of their face.
“excuse me?”
and then the flowers were shoved down a little revealing, “you?”
seonghwa, of course, standing there with a big grin on his face.
“hi,” he says and then walk past you inside, “the house is still in good condition, how was everything?”
“why are you here?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing.
he grins, takes a small step, and crosses his arms over his chest. “well, my wife lives here and she’s pregnant and i’m here to take care of her.”
you let out a scoff, “oh yeah? i think you’ve got the wrong house.”
“oh, i’m sure i’ve got the right one.” he smiles, coming closer to you and then snaking a hand around your waist, pulling you to his chest.
“y/n,” his low voice mumbles, “i’ll be staying here with you, whether you like it or not.”
you crane your neck up to meet his eyes, and when you did, he smiles brightly and then pecks your nose quickly and then he’s off of you.
turning around, placing his hands on his waist, and nodding at every room. while you stood in the middle with wide eyes, and a cozy feeling in your stomach.
seonghwa watches you brush past him, and he smiles. looking around before settling his eyes on the large portrait, his eyes turn into crescents when he stares at it.
thanking yeosang for mailing him the scrapbook, he remembers it being chucked at his face and before he could get the chance to yell, the blond man had already walked out.
he hesitantly flipped through the entire book, eyes widening when he realizes that is your handwriting and you’re documenting the pregnancy. he finds it hard not to tear up, making sure to read everything written on. and from that’s where he would send you flowers every day, as it said that you liked smelling them this time around. or sending prepped meals, baby clothes, clothes for you and more.
he’s decided that you may not forgive him easily, he’ll still be by your side, to fill in the hole he left when he wasn’t there.
so he makes sure to wake up before you every day, cooking your breakfast, lunch and dinner. doing the cleaning, laundry and looking over you from afar when you would go out a walk.
the only thing missing was, well, your voice.
because you didn’t say a single word to him for the days, he’s been doing this, nonchalantly walking past him or pretending he isn’t even in the villa.
you’d quietly eat the food being made for you, although not saying anything verbally, he already knows what you would say.
sometimes he’d get lucky hearing you talk, precisely when he had started to sleep on the couch because he wanted to give you your outmost privacy.
“your highness,” he grins ear to ear, “this isn’t necessary, go back to your duties in eden.”
“my duty is you, y/n.” he says with a slight tilt of his head, catching the slight widening of your eyes.
“it is-“
“no, never, don’t say a word.” he comes to stand right in front of you, “i’m never leaving you out of my sight again, i’ll stay here with you not caring if you hate me or not.”
your stomach would flip at the words and sometimes you think it’s the baby reacting to their fathers’ words.
“your-“
“seonghwa,” he interrupts, “but hwa could work too.” he shrugs his shoulders with a pout.
with a wink he would walk past you, doing something in the house and you’d groan before locking yourself in your bedroom once again.
but recently you’ve been leaving your door slightly ajar, or well seonghwa had told you too, forcibly. knowing that if you would be in some type of pain, he wouldn’t have to break the door down and would rather just barge in.
you silently agreed because the night prior you had a slight pain shooting from your stomach, not that serious, but bad enough for you to slip out a few low groans.
so, you didn’t expect to be up at four in the morning, turning on the bed constantly before sitting up tight and immediately feeling an immense amount of pain shoot through you.
you figured it was the surprise movement or the contractions, or whatever because you really couldn’t think right now. your brain screamed at you to get up, but all you could do was groan loudly.
you shift in an effort to make it better, but it only makes it worse, and it’s as if your grunts were so loud you heard rapid footsteps running down the hallway.
“y/n!”
you bite down on your lips, clutching the sheets as the pain doubled. squeezing your eyes shut on impulse but they shoot open just as the door breaks open.
there stood a heavily breathing seonghwa, eyes widened, and mouth parted. he yelled your name once again, this time coming by you.
he cringes at your pain and panics, eyes frantically searching your face before he helps you sit up.
“it’s o-okay,” his shaky hands brush your hair away, “stay still i’ll be right back!”
“the medicine is top left drawer!” you manage to yell, falling back on the bed while one hand rested on your forehead.
“hurry up!” you yell, grunting and groaning until seonghwa zooms in right beside you.
he slowly helps you sit up, holding your hand tightly as he kept mumbling sweet nothings. he hands you the medicine and you gulp it down, he holds onto you firmly, brushing away the strands of hair.
you hold onto his shoulders, trying not to let out a scream of pain. he welcomes the tight grip you have on him and places a hand behind your head, lowering it to his shoulder.
his other hand softly rubs your back as you squeeze your eyes shut, “i-it hurts,”
he hums, swallowing and then tucking your face in his neck. “you’re alright baby, you’re okay, you’re with me.” he mumbles against your ear and you tighten your hold onto him.
“get away from me,” you grit out, “go get yeosang.”
he immediately nods, not wanting to leave pull away from the embrace. “o-of course, i’m sorry. do you need anything else? anything at all?”
you shake your head, “get the doctor, get yeosang and get away from me.”
“but you’re hurting,” his quips, voice full of uncertainty. “i’m not going to leave y/n.”
“j-just go.” you push his chest away, curling your fingers around your dress instead.
he nods shakily, “alright, i’ll go get yeosang, if you need any-“
“just go!”
your loud yell makes him flinch and sighs softly, letting go of your body knowing he’s the one to blame of this situation. he stands up, looks over at you in worry before walking out the door.
“alright y/n, i’ll go get him.”
you fall back immediately, wanting for it all to stop. curling up in a fetal position you hold onto the pillow until yeosang comes, seonghwa watches you from the door.
one hand holding the phone to his ear while his eyes flickered glints of pain, he hears every instruction the man says. biting down on his lips, he watches your expression morph into relief, and he thinks the pains over.
he watches you fall asleep, walking in quietly and then lifting the blanket up till your shoulders. bunching up your hair, out of your face.
his knuckles brush lightly against your cheek, and he shudders, “i’m sorry,” he whispers “please forgive me.” and then lowers his face, pecking your cheek for a brief second and then places a pillow by your back.
he finds himself sitting outside your room, the door to your room slightly open. he thinks in case of another situation like this, he’ll be able to get inside quicker to rush to your aid.
he backs himself to the wall right by the door, straightening his legs and then closing his eyes until morning hits.
when you wake up the next day, your eyes hastily glance at the clock. cursing lowly at how late you’ve woken up, groaning and then getting up to freshen yourself up.
when you walk out, you pause when your eyes fall upon seonghwa sitting on the floor, sleeping.
you clear your throat, “your highness, hey.” you tap your feet on the wood twice. when he doesn’t move, you bite the insides of your cheek and then glance left and right.
slowly lowering yourself to his eye-level, your eyes fall over his face. cheeks swished against his shoulder, hair over his eyes and his lips all pink and pouty.
you find yourself smiling, lifting your hand out and brushing his hair to the side. doing so only made butterflies erupt inside you, caressing his forehead lightly you feel tears trickle in your eyes.
“why do you do this hwa?” you whisper to yourself, “you’re a big idiot you know, i hope our kid doesn’t go on you.”
you poke his cheek, “you made me cry a lot you know?” and then poke his pillowy lips.
“i should hate you,” you whisper, “i do, don’t get me wrong.”
you sniffle a little and then dare to bring your face close to his, quickly wanting to place a peck on his forehead and then leave and then pretend a different nothing had happened.
when you inch closer, his eyes shoot open and he grabs you by the waist, making you fall onto his lap.
your eyes widen, “h-hey! seo- your highness, this is inappropriate!”
he grips your waist, “and what you did wasn’t?” you stare into his eyes and then look away.
“this is how we’re supposed to be y/n,” he says softly, “i love you, i still love you with every fiber in body. i’ll have it engraved to my tombstone, so even death can’t do us apart.”
he inches closer, lips grazing your neck. “so, miss general, please let me back in.”
you stay quiet, looking off into the hallway before shoving his hands away. “go sit at the table, i’ll make the breakfast this time.”
and that’s when he smiles big, squealing and then tucking his face in your neck. giving you a tight hug before letting you go; you hear his excited giggles while you walk away with a small smile.
“whose shirt is that?” the minute you walk out the shower seonghwa questions you.
sitting on the couch, a book in hand and legs crossed. he watches you walk out, in a white shirt, wet hair and his black ring that brought a smile on his lips.
“where’s yeosang?” you ask, grabbing a glass of water and bringing it up to your lips.
“that’s his shirt?!” he yells, eyes widening he stands up.
you throw him a glance, “i said where’s yeosang?”
“who’s fucking shirt is that?” he smirks, coming up behind you till he’s front is pressed against your back.
“it’s mine, what’s your deal.” you hear him let out a low hum, snaking a hand around your waist. his eyes fall on the collar, and he ticks ups an eyebrow.
and then smiled shyly, resting his chin on your shoulder he brings both his arms around you, intertwining his hands at your front.
“you could’ve told me if you wanted more of my shirts,” he mumbles, “this ones kind of boring hm?”
you grip the glass tightly at that, flickering your eyes from the table to the ground. and then you feel him press against your back, making you shiver.
he kisses your neck and softly taps your stomach, “i’ll be home later, okay?” you inhale sharply the minute you feel his warmth leave and then groan.
when he comes back, the house is quiet. grinning to himself he walks to change in his night clothes, and then jumps onto the couch.
he lets out a sigh of relief, knowing he clocked the doors and you’re fast asleep, and the progress between your relationship is working to a good end.
he brings his hands behind his head and leans back, leaning into the couch as he shut his eyes.
and it’s as if ten minutes later, his eyes shoot open when he hears a call for his name. he shakes his head and looks around, when he doesn’t hear anything, he pulls the blanket above his head.
but then just two minutes later, he hears a louder cry for his name. this time he yanks the blanket down, panic swirling in his chest once he hears a louder groan.
he stands up, glancing at the clock, frowning at the later hours of might. he quietly walks himself down the hallway to your room, eyes widening when he hears the voices coming from your room.
he steps closer and brings his ear against the door, eyes widening when he hears your low moans for his name. his hand rests in the doorknob and just as he’s about to twist it, he pauses when he hears a breathy call of his name.
his eyebrows furrow, “y/n?” he calls out in worry.
you pause, biting your lip when you hear his voice. you glance down at your fingers against your folds and then to the door, “d-don’t come in!”
you lean yourself against the bed frame, inching your fingers closer to your wet folds and then slowly starting to move them.
“why? what’s going on?”
you hear him say just as you fasten the speed, biting down on your lip so that a mewl won’t escape.
“seonghwa,”
he stops and then he groans, “shit, y/n, baby let me in.”
and you push your fingers in, shuddering as you pumped in and out. your other hand travels to your breast, softly kneading while your fingers worked in and out of you.
he knocks on the door, pressing himself against the door when he hears you moan out his name. swallowing when he hears the pretty voices of yours, he hasn’t heard in a while.
“y/n,” he says lowly, and you cry his name out, he finds himself closing his eyes and letting out shaky breaths.
“seonghwa,” you cry out loudly and the doorknob shakes, parting your lips as you let out a silent scream.
“fuck,” he groans, his own self getting impatient. “baby, open the door for me.”
you shake your head as if he could see you, feeling the wetness starting to pool out of you. your chest heaving up and down while your mouth keys out pretty voices that has his cock twitching in his pants.
“baby, louder,” he says, “i can’t hear you.”
and as if on demand, you whine out loudly. he curls his fists, trying to control himself to not barge in until you say so.
“y/n, let me in please.” he begs, biting his lips, hard enough to perhaps draw blood.
“d-don’t.” you let out shakily, shutting your eyes as the heat started to coil up in your stomach.
“but i can make you feel so good,” he says breathily, “i know that body like my own cock.”
you mewl at his words, “just go away!” you squirm, “or stay put.”
abs he chooses the second option, looking down at the tent forming in his pants before looking at the door.
he finds himself getting needy, palming his own cock slowly. closing his eyes and leaning back on the door, mouth parting when he hears your voices.
he tries to imagine you but whines when he can’t, “y/n,” he says once again, shutting his eyes as he feels his cock twitch.
and then there’s silence from the other side, he places a hand on the doorknob and twists it and to his surprise the door opens wide.
he turns around and inhales sharply when he sees you sitting on the bed, your fingers inside your pussy and moans.
he walks inside when you stare at him, your legs shut close when he stands by the end of your bed. his eyes showing a dark glint and teeth gnawing on his bottom lip, he then gets a hold onto your ankles and pulls you to the end.
you let out a surprise yelp when he spreads your legs wide, he shuts his eyes and rests his forehead on yours. “please let me fuck you properly baby,” he grits out and you whimper, “let me make you feel good.”
he kneels down and placed his larger hands on your thighs, “y/n, look here.” you look away as the heat rushes to your cheeks, you close your legs, but he holds onto them and spreads them wider.
“no baby, let me see this, it’s all for me.” he then trails a finger down your clit and you shiver, he then lowers himself close to your already wet and needy center.
“tell me to stop right now and i will,” he looks straight at you, fiddling with your dress as bunches it up.
“can i?” his hot breath fans against your inner thighs and you close your eyes, “c-“
“yes, just hurry up!” you say out loudly and he smirks, holding onto your waist he dips his head between your legs and you cry out at the sensitively from your previous high.
you lay back on the bed, elbows holding you up as he dives his tongue inside of you. lapping at different speeds and eating you out as if the man has been starved for days.
“shit,” you whine, “h-hwa.”
“so pretty,” he says in between, diving his tongue in making you let out a moan for his name that has his cock twitch, and he moves in and out of you skillfully.
alternating from long slow licks to small circles with his fingers to his tongue lapping sinfully against your clit until he's had his fingers easily sliding in and out of you.
you close your legs, and he growls lowly, using his hands to part them as he finds a particular interest in sucking on the nerves that have you rolling your eyes back.
“c-close,” you whine out and he delivers a particular harsh suck that has you screaming his name and coming off your high.
he places hot trails of kisses by your inner thighs and then looks up at you, your head thrown back, chest heaving up and down heavily and the sweat lined against you.
he then stands up to hover of you, your eyes shut tight, and he smiles. “y/n,” he places his lips onto yours, you respond back after a few seconds and he smiles, finally feeling them on his.
you wrap your arms around his shoulders, “i’m sorry,” he mumbles against your lips and you pull back to rest your head back.
“i’m sorry too,” you mutter, he tucks his face in your neck, wrapping his arm around yours.
“i’m the one at fault,” he says, “you don’t need to apologize.”
you hum, running your hand through his hair. “will you let me back in?” you hear his quiet voice by your ear.
“seonghwa, i’m horny right now,” he chuckles, “you saying that sentence is making me think dirty thoughts.”
“do you want me go in?” he asks, purely out of playfulness.
“hm, do it right now.” you mumble lazily and he shoots his head up.
“are you serious?” he asks, genuinely surprised at your words.
you nod, “i heard pregnancy sex is the best, i want to try it.”
he laughs at your straightforward manner and shakes his head, “baby i don’t want to hurt you,” he moves his hand to your stomach. “or our little one inside.”
“just do it,” you open your eyes to meet his shiny ones, “i won’t let you do later on.”
he puckers his lips, “but won’t it hu-“
“no, it won’t, trust me.” you say, “hurry up!”
he shakes his head, “not right now baby, let’s do it next time.”
you laugh, “next time?” you shake your head, “no next time hwa.”
“just one? what about the five kids we wanted?” you smack his shoulder and then cup his cheeks.
“park seonghwa, the next time you do shit like this i’ll break you.”
he grins, swooping you up in his arms. you yelp but wrap your arms around his neck anyways. he has a grin on his lips that you haven’t seen in a while and it makes you feel as if everything’s settled, he glances at you from time to time and you see the same love you used too.
when you two lay on your bed side by side, he seems to have a permanent pout on his face as he sulks in your neck. you smile and lift your hands to run through his hair, he wraps his arm around your waist and nuzzles into you.
he places a soft peck on your neck before getting comfortable, bringing the blankets up and nuzzling into you. his hand rests on your stomach, caressing it lightly before falling asleep beside you. this was the best sleep you two had gotten, in a while.
and the next morning it’s as if his demeanor changed, he woke up before you but stayed in bed to admire your face. his lips met your forehead, nose, and then your lips as he looked at the glow shinning on your face.
he helps you with your sickness, doing chores that would usually be easier for you, bringing you all the strawberries and meals he had.
and you returned it with having him to run across town to bring you that one thing you ate months ago or shoving him inside the shower fully clothed because you thought he smelled weird, three times.
or him borrowing that book of names from your dad, that he reads every day before sleeping, suggesting you to name the child a name he heard in a movie.
or when he visits the town to bring home little clothes, shoes, hats and socks for your unborn child. he comes in giggling while holding bags full of stuff he bought, he then compares the sizes between his ginormous clothes to the baby ones.
he caresses your stomach one in a while, mumbling how, “good you look filled up with me.” and you smack his arm away.
how when you bump had finally grown more, you screamed his name and lifted your shirt. he came in running, a spoon in his mouth and the plate of pasta he held now chucked to the side.
he pokes at your stomach and feels the bump, kneeling in front of you. when he kisses your stomach, it usually ends up with him crying because he’s way too excited, more excited than you.
and when the guys noticed the bump, they all squealed so loud. especially mingi who seemed to be the most excited out of all, also who seonghwa had to shoo away.
the guys walk in at any given time of the day, sometimes when seonghwa has to tend to his duties, one of the guys would come and keep you company. cracking jokes or guessing the gender or the name you had thought off.
it’s as if time slipped, and your belly was even more swollen. yeosang who comes for your daily checkup, jumps on his feet whenever he feels the baby kick through his stethoscope.
“you’ll be due soon,” he’d say, and it only made you more nervous, because you had heard about the pain one experiences, or how some don’t make it through, or if you would be a good m-
“what’s your pretty little head thinking?” you break off from your trance to look at seonghwa, who laid beside you on the bed.
your hand reaches up to your belly, “nothing, just wondering who the kid will go on.”
he smirks at that, “on me of course, they’ll take my good looks and my brains.”
you snarl at the man and bring the sheets up to your chin, getting comfortable and closing your eyes.
but it’s as if god has different plans, at exactly 3:44 your eyes shoot open. your hand goes to your stomach and then you feel it, your water’s broken.
you look at seonghwa who’s sleeping with a content smile and poke his face, “hwa, hwa get up.”
he stirs in his sleep and lazily opens his eyes and hums, “hmm whaat is it, do you want mo stawbehies?”
“no,” you lean down, “my water broke.”
he squishes his cheek against the pillow and mumbles out a soft, “what?”
you roll your eyes, “the baby’s coming!” you yell, “right now!”
and it takes him no time to jump off his bed, he first looks at you wide eyed and mouth hung open. his hands are up by his head as if someone has arrested him and then he screams, loudly.
you’re sure all the lights of the villa are turning on, seonghwa picks you up from the bed and runs down the room you two had prepared beforehand, he lays you down on the bed and when he sees your face contorting into pain he screams, yet again.
“get the midwife!” he yells at himself, running in his doodle filled pyjamas down to grab the midwife.
at this point, everyone’s awake. the maids who are patiently waiting outside in the hallway, both yours and seonghwa’s parents standing by each other guessing who the baby will go on.
the guys who are half awake standing in their matching pyjamas that you bought for them in a group set, betting money on if it’s the gender they guessed on.
seonghwa’s inside the room, walking back and forth as if he’s the one who’s pregnant. the midwife and her workers help fix the room while telling you breathing exercises, you listen to them as you laid comfortably.
“stop running around,” you tell him, your feelings totally contrasting. he’s panicking and you’re sitting all relaxed.
“your highness,” the midwife bows, “you should wait outside.”
“oh no, no, no!” he immediately disagrees, “i’m staying here, by her side.”
“but yo-“
“no questions asked,” he says and you stare at him wide eyed, you’re about to call out for his name but then you feel the pain kicking in.
“seonghwa!” you yell and he’s immediately kneeling by you, running a hand through your hair as the pain worsened.
“it’s happening,” the midwife says, “hold on tight miss general, you’re in for a ride.”
and you scream immediately.
“it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re doing amazing!”
“park seonghwa, shut up!”
“no no, i read this in the books, if i keep talking to you-“ he’s cut off by him screaming as you grip his hand hard.
“i’m never going to let you do this again!” you yell, breathing heavily as a layer of sweat washes over you.
“you’re doing great, breathe, our child’s almost here.” he watches you groan and yell and push and cry and his respect for you grows every second.
he kneels to your face, wiping away the sweat and tears by a towel. “you know, this isn’t the right time, but you look really hot right now.”
you push his face away and yell, the midwife cries out in happiness as she tells seonghwa to do whatever he did once again.
he nods immediately, holding your hand in his. “are you ready for kid number one?”
your eyes grow wide and the midwife screams, “park seonghwa, this is the one and only-“
“one more time! your highness, one more!”
“i know we just had my birthday, but we should have that night aga-“
“no!” you scream, gripping the sheets tightly and shutting your eyes.
he caresses your forehead while holding your hand, “i bet it’s a prin-“
“it’s a princess!” and you hear the crying of a child.
your body falls in a pool of relief, and your eyes cry out a river. your mouths hung open as you breathe in and out, trying to catch your breath.
the midwife comes with a big smile, carrying a small body frame in her arms, with a smile she places the body on your rising chest. your trembling hands hold onto, your daughter, your newborn daughter.
your eyes immediately move to seonghwa’s and find him hiding his face in his arms, you ask him to lift his head up and once he does his eyes water more. you nod and take his hand to bring it over your daughter, his face quickly breaks out into a big smile.
he inches closer and the midwifes move to the bathroom the room for privacy, his eyes fall out fat droplets of tears as he looks at you and then to the small face tucked into a cloth.
his wide eyes turn onto crescents when he notices the baby, her cute chubby cheeks, her little lips and her small little hands.
“s-she,” he sobs, “our daughter.”
you nod and ask him to hold her, he says no at first, telling you that his hands are too big or what if he drops her. you take his hands and then gently hand him your little princess.
“our princess,” he says, eyes flickering to you and to the baby he coddles.
“our daughter, princess of eden, park hwayoung.”
eight months later.
you and seonghwa huddle up together, opening the door to your daughter’s room slowly in hopes that the noise won’t disturb her sleep.
but when you do open the window, she’s standing with her arms leaning over the crib wall. opening her little mouth yawning, stretching her arms over her head dramatically before falling down on her bed.
seonghwa coos beside you and you hurry inside, “hwayoung-ah!” you say, and her eyes fly to yours, widening and sparkling.
damn it, just like her dad.
she lifts her hands up for you to pick her up, once you do, your brush her short hair back and she giggles before pointing at seonghwa who stood behind you, with his arms wrapped around your waist.
“hi princess,” he says and she reaches for his cheeks, planting her small hands on his skin.
“ha!” she says and you laugh, making seonghwa frown.
“it’s da-da hwayoung, not ha!” he whines in your ear, and she does nothing but call him ‘ha’ again.
you smile sheepishly because you know it’s your deeds, you call seonghwa ‘hwa’ so much that your daughter had picked it up too.
but since she’s little and wobbles over her words, she calls him “ha!” instead of “hwa,” which everyone finds too adorable.
she smiles when she sees seonghwa pout, her little giggles filling the room and you realize how grown she had gotten so quick.
you still remember the very first month, both you and seonghwa didn’t leave hwayoung alone for even a second. building a makeshift bed for her in between you two, she’d sleep half her day away.
her hands curled up onto little fists, sleeping like a starfish, her frame wrapped in a yellow duckie blanket gifted to her by mingi.
the second month was when you two really experienced the chaotic energy she had, waking up at the most spontaneous hours of the night, crying and screaming and then laughing and playing the other second.
the third month was when you and seonghwa would have a breakdown, you remember how when you asked seonghwa to change her diaper and he stared at you with horror.
he would use the tip of his fingers to remove the diaper and then with your help change it for her, while she either slept away or moved way too much.
seonghwa still finds it horrifying when he remembers his own stories with hwayoung.
but as months passed by, at five months was when you two heard her say her very first word.
“mama,”
and you cried out of joy, shoving your face into seonghwa’s, celebrating your win over the small contest you two had over who’s name would she say first.
the next shocker you had was when you were in her room, cleaning her toys up and you looked back and saw her standing up on her feet.
you immediately called seonghwa over and he comes in with a camera with him, filming the very first steps of his daughter.
when it hit eight months, you two had kind of gotten the hang off your daughter. and it was the best feeling to see her every day, screaming or laughing or looking at you with those eyes of her dad’s.
whenever you would scold her, she would widen her eyes and stare into your soul.
needless to say, she’s a carbon copy of seonghwa’s personality and a mixture of both your face.
aside from the eyes, she had the cutest cheeks you had ever seen, pouty lips and a contagious smile that brightened the room wherever she went.
seonghwa had also gone out of his way to get hwayoung anything her eyes laid on, which included dresses with strawberries on them.
one thing your daughter absolutely loved was strawberries, no wonder you had craved them so much during her.
she’s just like her dad and seonghwa makes sure to boast it in your face every day, or whenever hwayoung would waddle her way to him when he would come from work.
but she was your daughter, in the end of the day she runs to you with her arms frantically moving up and down and then finally falling asleep in your embrace.
and when she would sleep on seonghwa’s chest because she found it more comfortable, you’d snap a quick picture while seonghwa smiled, caressing her cheek.
when she finally hit the two-year mark, both you and hwayoung had a portrait taken. where she sat on your lap, a big smile on her face, short hair pulled into two pigtails and a pink dress.
that was your new favourite picture.
ah, and well as for your duty as a general. you decided to retire, wanting to be by hwayoung’s side all the time. you were now an ex-general, still taking the time in between to train a few newbies.
jongho had become the new head of the army and he made sure to boast it in your face and you’d laugh and say, “i trained you!”
you and seonghwa would carry your daughter everywhere, seonghwa would make her sit on his shoulders while her tiny hands played with his hair, and you’d prop her on your waist while she played with the chain around your neck.
in the end of the day, you and seonghwa would huddle together in the bed tiredly because your daughter had way too much energy.
“let’s not have another kid, she’s enough.”
that was funny because you screamed that same sentence on your second. yelling at seonghwa who only held your hand and helped you through the birth while saying ridiculous things that riled you up.
and this time, it was a boy.
seonghwa had chosen the name this time, hwan.
you remember the little guy screaming in the middle of the might that made you and seonghwa run to the room, most of the time it was hwayoung bothering him and others he was crying for no reason.
he had developed more of your personality but looked exactly like seonghwa, jongho would laugh and call it a “double homicide.”
hwan would spend time with hongjoong often, fascinated by the fact how his uncle played the piano.
who would excitedly teach him how to play and hwan would watch with his cat-like eyes, sitting beside hongjoong while his fingers played the keys.
hwayoung would make the rest of the guys dress up in pink tutu’s and invite them to her tea party, handwriting a sign with swirls and rainbows.
and they’d join happily, calling her their “little princess” who’s order they will forever follow.
others would find it surprising that how the big and bad princes and kings and generals (the guys) would be wrapped around the fingers of your kids.
you and seonghwa, worked even close than before. alternating responsibilities from your kids and then to the royal duties, but you made sure you would always spend time with the kids.
which meant taking them to the balmoral villa by the sea, or them jumping onto you and seonghwa first thing in the morning and then cuddle before falling asleep again.
you would discipline the kids while seonghwa spoiled them.
and then when the day had finally come, seonghwa’s parents had stepped down from the throne of eden.
hand in hand you two stood by each other, dressed in the coronation clothes with crowns over your head.
your kids stood in front of you two, playing with their clothes while pointing everywhere. the photographer snapped multiple photos and they would get broadcasted everywhere just like how the coronation.
you and seonghwa walked out the throne room, hearing the public chant your names and hold the flags of eden. waving their hands to yours, and you two glanced at each other and then laughed.
because in the end you two were together, with a small family of your own. your friends and parents supporting you and a new public who looked after you.
hwan and hwayoung ran to you two, yelling for you while holding their arms wide open. you picked hwan up and seonghwa picked hwayoung in his arms.
asking her to wave at the ones standing there for them, hwan would shy away and bury his face in your neck.
you glanced at seonghwa, and he winks, puckering his lips playfully and you shook your head, looking ahead.
this was it, seonghwa became the new king of eden and you, the queen consort of eden.
and you lived happily ever after.
the end.
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