wonlouvre

[wonlouvre]

hello hello! my sincerest apologies for not updating with the new chapter today :( something came up with work and other personal stuff that i have been so preoccupied, i couldn't write.

i will be posting a preview tomorrow (July 20) though! so please stay tuned ❤️✨

thank you for your understanding! 💌

chapter four: in this waiting, i am yours | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: none in this chapter. please let me know if i missed anything! word count: 3.3k author’s note: chapter four ❤️‍🩹 thank you guys for tuning in! apologies for the delayed update 🥲 see you on the next! ✨ ---

The public expressed deep concern for the Crown Princess' condition, flooding the official channels of the Kingdom of Seoul with heartfelt messages and well wishes for a speedy  recovery. 

Thankfully, Y/N’s recovery progressed smoothly with no further complications. Dr. Han advised that she stay overnight to complete her prescribed medication. She hasn’t woken up yet, but the medical staff reassured the family that she’s now resting peacefully and expected to regain consciousness within a few hours. 

Security was tight and only a limited number of people were allowed to come in and out the VIP ward. The entire floor was closed off to all but authorized personnel including Jeongyeon, Saera, Mingyu, and security staff. Their Majesties have decided they will stay and would not leave until their daughter is cleared to be discharged. 

A few visitors were permitted, including Jeonghan, who helped maintain the calm at the Seoul Foundation in the wake of the emergency. He bowed to Their Majesties and Wonwoo when he arrived before using the opportunity to personally report to the King important updates they should be aware of. His visit was a good distraction against the silence inside the room where only sounds of soft beeping monitors were heard.

Dr. Han, along with the rest of the dedicated medical team, checked on Y/N regularly. Nearly every 30 minutes and the family appreciated each update that accompanied their assessments.

Around 3:00 in the morning, Y/N finally opened her eyes and Wonwoo was there, waiting. 

Their Majesties had retired to the spare bedroom just after midnight, but Wonwoo remained at her side to keep watch even though Dr. Han already said that there’s nothing to worry about anymore.

Y/N blinked against the soft light, trying to adjust from pitch darkness. She feels like she’s been asleep for ages. Disoriented and tired. So, so tired. Wonwoo didn’t rush her, but he walked closer to her and smiled a little. 

“Hey,” he whispered, softly. “You’re awake.”

She frowned, her throat dry and scratchy when she finally spoke up, “What are you doing here? What happened?”

He opened a bottle of water and pressed the remote to adjust her bed, helping her sit up. She accepted the water, strong enough to hold the bottle, and drank from it. She finished the water in seconds. Awfully parched due to dehydration. 

“We rushed you here, remember?” Wonwoo gives her the chance to remember, gently wiping the corner of her lips. 

Ah, right. Y/N closed her eyes at the memory. “How long was I out?”

“It’s been a few hours. But, you’re good. Recovering fast and well.”

Y/N sighed in relief and closed her eyes briefly. “My parents?”

“They’re here, sleeping. Do you want me to wake them?” Wonwoo asked, already standing up.

“No, no.” She stopped him quickly, grabbing his hand. “It’s fine. Later will do.”

Wonwoo looked at her hand. Not intertwined, but the way she held him sent a quiet jolt through him. Even now, even in this moment, he can’t help but notice how smooth her hand is.

“Okay,” Wonwoo promised, allowing her grip on his hand to remain. “You can eat. Are you hungry?”

Y/N shook her head.

Wonwoo sat on the small space at the edge of the bed. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t seem to notice. But the closeness, it’s comforting. It’s grounding. She still felt scattered, all over the place. But his hand, his hand was something steady to hold on to.

And it felt good.

—

Wonwoo gently fixed and adjusted the blanket up to Y/N’s chest when she requested to go lie back down. He made sure her arms were still out as she preferred. She told him it made her feel too hot even with the air condition on full blast. It’s nearing 4:00 in the morning. The room was still dimly lit by the soft glow of the overhead light. Only the steady beeping of the monitors and the hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. Outside, the sky was still painted a navy blue, showing no traces of the early dawn. 

They didn’t talk much ever since she woke up. He simply sat with her in the silence of gathering herself now that she’s fully awake. The medicine is slowly wearing off and she’s now awake more than ever. Her body was still aching. Mostly her throat, sore from vomiting so much, and thirst clung to her tongue. Her mind was slowly piecing up memories of what happened earlier and along with that clarity was the guilt.

She sighed as her head hit the soft pillow. He thought she would sleep again. 

But, what she said next caught him off guard.

“Sorry to ruin your first day at the foundation,” she murmured, almost like a whisper in the quiet early morning. And even with the exhaustion, her eyes still found his own tired yet sincere ones. “I won’t be staying here long, right?”

“You won’t,” he answered her question, choosing his words with care. “But I’d strictly advise you to not overdo it when you get back. Okay?”

She gave him a nod, a quiet promise that she won’t.

“I vomited on you, huh?” She recalled, her lips smiling embarrassedly and more apologetic now.

He also smiled. But, his smile was warm and understanding. “Yeah, you did.”

Her face contorted in a mix of disgust and cringe. “Sorry, again.”

“It’s okay,” he promised, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

He wished he could say more. He wanted to ease her worries and guilt and not let what happened in the past hours get in her head. He wanted to tell her how scared he was to see her like that. But, for now, he will just remain by her side in silence. Because it’s not about him. It’s about her. 

For a moment, the gentle voices and touches went unnoticed. Like, they had always existed between them. There were no worries nor hesitations. Just acts. Acts of comfort and care. 

It was still early in the morning, yet their minds were wide awake. In the most peaceful way. Something unspoken passed between them. They weren’t ready to name it yet. 

But it was something real.

—

When the sun had finally risen, Y/N had fallen asleep again. 

The windows were opened by The Queen. Just a tiny little opening to let a sliver of sunlight slip through the room, enough to not disrupt her daughter’s sleep. The King had to go back to his duties, with nearly 50 people already waiting for him in the Palace. He wished to have said a proper goodbye to Y/N when she woke up, but a kiss on her forehead will have to do. 

Even as The King with a family, his duty calls for him and answering cannot be delayed. 

Wonwoo was witnessing all of this firsthand. The memories of his father leaving in the middle of his high school debate came rushing back, still vivid in his mind. The Queen had stayed, and he was made to understand. He did because he had to. The King hadn’t done anything wrong. Wonwoo brushed it off because there was no room for resentment. He knows his father tried his very best. A kiss good night, even if it came at midnight.

And you shared the same experiences too. Similar stories. Maybe a college debate. Or a high school piano recital. But he hadn’t really thought about yours. Only his.

The realization hit him again, for the nth time.. If he felt he was held back then, what about you? What are your what could have beens? What dreams had you shelved? What tears have you shed? He wouldn’t know because all he ever considered was his own hurt.

And now, watching you with your family, he understands his father a little bit more. You and Wonwoo are grown adults already, and yet your parents still worry. Even though responsibilities are demanding with jobs to do and people to protect, love somehow still makes space. 

Maybe this was one of the sacrifices his father talked about. The kind he didn’t notice, until now, now that he’s older. And maybe, this was also love. Not just an emotion romantically passed between people. But something else.

Something that stands in front of him now. In its most genuine, yet most heartbreaking form.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu called for him, pulling him from his thoughts. “Here’s your change of clothes. Your parents are coming today, before Princess Y/N is discharged.”

Wonwoo nodded, accepting the clothes. “Thank you, Mingyu. I’ll inform Her Majesty.”

He made his way to your bedside, where The Queen was gently massaging your legs.

She looked up at the sound of his footsteps and smiled.

“I think you should go to the bedroom and rest, Wonwoo,” she said softly. “I know you don’t want to leave, but it’s best if you get some shut eye.”

Wonwoo shook his head, returning her smile. “Thank you, Your Majesty. But, I’m alright. I just came to let you know that my parents are going to visit the Princess.”

“Oh no.” The Queen’s smile faded into a small frown, not from displeasure but because she's concerned. “They didn’t have to travel that far, love.”

“Well,” Wonwoo said, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I must have inherited their stubbornness.”

The Queen laughed. “Alright then, I’ll have Saera handle it. Now go on ahead, you need to be presentable when they arrive.”

—

Y/N had just woken up when Saera’s soft voice echoed through the room. 

“The King and Queen of Changwon have arrived, Your Majesty.”  

Her heart dropped and panic flickered in her eyes. She hadn’t known they were coming. Embarrassment, then guilt, once again crept slowly down her stomach. She looked around out of instinct, for anything that could fix herself. Her hair. Her posture. Anything.

Before she could fully sit up, Wonwoo was already at her side, gently adjusting her pillows and offering his arm for support. She accepted and muttered a thank you. When she finally looked up at Their Majesties were just stepping through the doorway. She quickly straightened her shoulders and mustered a polite smile. The kind that her mother and her tutors have taught her ever since she was a little girl.

The King and Queen paused at the entrance, exchanging a brief, wordless glance at the sight that greeted them. 

It was the first time they had seen Wonwoo like this to Y/N. Relaxed and focused. Not as a husband-to-be fulfilling an obligation, but as a man who is really concerned and present. 

And they knew that this was definitely not a performative act.

“Your Majesties,” The Queen of Seoul warmly welcomed them as she stood, crossing the room to give them both an embrace. “Thank you for taking the time to come and visit.”

“Of course!” Queen Jeon replied, her voice enthusiastic and genuine as ever. “We’re just so relieved that Princess Y/N is now doing well.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Y/N said with a genuine smile, trying to keep the nervous flutter in her chest at bay.

There was a pause. Just long enough for Queen Jeon’s eyes to flick between Y/N and her son, who still hasn't given his parents a hug. Still standing protectively by the bed.

“Prince Wonwoo was outstanding,” The Queen complimented Wonwoo. “He didn’t leave her side at all. Not once.”

Wonwoo looked down, suddenly bashful at your mother’s praise. The praise felt too generous, making his lips twitch at the corners. Still, he accepted it with a quiet humility.

King Jeon stepped forward, placing a firm hand on his son’s back. “Well done.”

—

A few days after her hospital discharge, Y/N was back at the foundation. And yes, she still took heed of Dr. Han’s instructions to take it slow, to remember to rest and drink lots of water. And with Wonwoo finally starting his first day, she’s more than happy to be back.

Not that anyone needed to know that.

Jeongyeon welcomed her back at the footsteps of the Seoul Foundation building. Y/N saw her bright smile the moment the car doors opened.

“Good to have you back, Your Highness,” Jeongyeon said, taking Y/N’s bag before she could protest.

“Thank you, Jeongyeon,” Y/N said, with gratitude in her voice. 

They walked inside the foundation where everyone carried on with their tasks. There were polite bows and few welcome-backs. She’s thankful they remained normal, no special treatment at all. They just acted like how co-workers would act when that one employee who got sick finally returned.

Jeongyeon opened Y/N’s office door and once she had fully entered, Jeongyeon immediately closed it behind them with a soft click of the lock.

“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you this,” Jeongyeon began, startling Y/N. “But… I think you should know what happened.”

Y/N blinked. “Tell me what?”

“About Prince Wonwoo,” Jeongyeon said, voice lowered. “Mingyu told me how he tried. When you were crashing, His Highness was the first to move. He wanted to take care of you. But, Mingyu had to stop him. Protocol. All he could do was stay close.”

Y/N stilled. 

It’s one thing that Wonwoo never left your side. But finding out he was ready to fight against every protocol and person in that hospital for you? That’s something else entirely.

Wonwoo still acted normal with her. Like nothing happened. Even when his and her parents were around. She didn’t notice any changes with his behavior. But hearing this story now doesn’t only embarrass her more from vomiting on him, it’s also making her heart flutter more than ever.

“Well,” Jeongyeon added gently, catching Y/N’s denial through her conflicted expression. 

She knew what she meant. What it could be. What it really was. 

And to save her from overthinking things, Jeongyeon intervened. “I guess it comes with the doctor in him.”

Y/N suddenly released the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding and nodded. “Yeah. That makes a lot of  sense,” she agreed, smiling a little bittersweet. 

“We’ll pretend that’s what it really was,” Jeongyeon promised with a teasing grin, before handing Y/N the tablet to change the subject. “Anyway, speaking of doctors. Director Yoon scheduled a meeting this afternoon for the medical outreach His Majesty requested. He wanted a project meant to highlight Prince Wonwoo’s profession.”

And just like that, they both let the unspoken moment settle. 

Even though it was very much felt.

—

That afternoon, Jeonghan gathered the core teams that will handle the planning and coordination of the upcoming medical outreach. Representatives from the Community Development Team, Legal Affairs, Medical Team, Logistics and Operations Team, Public Relations Team, and Finance and Procurement were all present for the Week One: Initial Planning and Coordination. Y/N and Jeongyeon attended on behalf of Legal, while Wonwoo represented the Medical Team.

“Good afternoon,” Jeonghan opened the discussion, sitting in the middle of the long conference table. 

Y/N was seated to his right while Wonwoo was seated on his left. The two didn’t exchange a glance or a word to each other, like their warm moments in the hospital didn’t happen. Y/N was busy with her laptop while Wonwoo was busy with his notes. 

Jeonghan looked at Jeongyeon and the girl just shrugged, I don’t know.

“Welcome to Week One of the upcoming medical outreach,” Jeonghan continued, ignoring the awkward silence lingering around the table because of the two professionals beside him. “The King has given us just four weeks to make this medical outreach a success. Prince Wonwoo is here to discuss the target community and range of services that may be offered. Your Highness?”

With that, the people in the room focused, each opened their own laptops, tablets, or notebooks to take down notes.

Wonwoo sat up straight, looking incredibly handsome with his suit and tie. Y/N felt like she was meeting him for the first time again and her longtime crush just sparked once again. But she quickly snapped herself back to reality, focus. Although yes, it was real. She had a crush on him. Still do. Anyway!

“Thank you for giving your time to this meeting,” Wonwoo began, voice steady. “I’m honored to be leading the Medical Team for this outreach, and your work on this will be of utmost importance.”

He clicked on the next slide on the screen. “So far, we have listed down potential target communities in Seoul. These include children in welfare homes or shelters and elderlies in residential complexes.”

Wonwoo paused as everyone began to type or take notes, then he continued, ��For these groups, we’re preparing general check-ups, blood pressure and sugar monitoring, flu and pneumonia vaccinations, hearing and vision screenings and more based on the volunteer doctors’ specialization. We will give the final list of services by the end of the cross-examination of volunteers.”

He paused when the Community Development Team raised a hand to ask a question.

Meanwhile, Y/N, suddenly felt warmth rush to her cheeks as she did her best to take down notes of everything he just said. She’s not sure if it’s because of the legal tasks already lining up for her team or… just the way Wonwoo looked while talking about giving care to people. 

“Y/N?” Jeonghan called her, making her stop typing and looking up from the screen way faster than she should have.

“Hmm?” She merely let out a soft squeak.

“Any legal comments?”

“Oh, right,” she immediately realized she needed to speak as well, not just have a crush. “We’ll need to secure the proper permits to conduct medical services outside licensed facilities, especially for procedures like vaccinations and dental works, if any. We will have to coordinate with local health units and possibly the Ministry of Health.”

Jeongyeon and the rest of the group took notes beside her, listening intently. 

She tapped a few keys on her laptop before continuing, “Also, consent forms. Adult beneficiaries or guardian consent for minors must be informed of the services offered, and other privacy and disclaimer clauses. They must consent.”

She took a deep breath and, “Lastly, all medical volunteers will be cross examined diligently to ensure licensing and credentials are up to date. We must make sure from now on that we only accept accordingly within our standards rather than deal with complaints after.”

She glanced at Wonwoo after finishing and unbeknown to her, he was already gazing at her ever since she started talking. 

“Sir?” Jeonghan then turned to Wonwoo, waiting for his reply.

“Understood,” Wonwoo answered. “We’ll prepare the documents you need.”

Y/N nodded, briefly meeting his eyes then returned to her screen once again. 

Up next, Finance and Procurement’s turn to ask questions.

—

The legal team immediately began working on the necessary permits required to make sure the outreach would proceed smoothly and according to schedule. 

Jeongyeon worked closely with Y/N, making sure all documents and updates were uploaded to their shared server for the entire team’s access. Y/N diligently gave her dedication and attention, just as she had always given with every project the foundation undertook.

Once the permits were granted one by one, the team moved forward to screening the volunteers that wish to participate in the outreach. From doctors, nurses, to civilian helpers, each applicant thoroughly underwent background checks to make sure no oversight was made.

Y/N flipped through profiles, page by page, her eyes canning every detail. Took notes of entries that needed to be double checked and put a red post it note on those who did not meet the foundation’s standards. It was routine. Until she reached a name that made her stop:

Myung Eunwon.

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[wonlouvre]

chapter four: in this waiting, i am yours | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: none in this chapter. please let me know if i missed anything! word count: 3.3k author’s note: chapter four ❤️‍🩹 thank you guys for tuning in! apologies for the delayed update 🥲 see you on the next! ✨ ---

The public expressed deep concern for the Crown Princess' condition, flooding the official channels of the Kingdom of Seoul with heartfelt messages and well wishes for a speedy  recovery. 

Thankfully, Y/N’s recovery progressed smoothly with no further complications. Dr. Han advised that she stay overnight to complete her prescribed medication. She hasn’t woken up yet, but the medical staff reassured the family that she’s now resting peacefully and expected to regain consciousness within a few hours. 

Security was tight and only a limited number of people were allowed to come in and out the VIP ward. The entire floor was closed off to all but authorized personnel including Jeongyeon, Saera, Mingyu, and security staff. Their Majesties have decided they will stay and would not leave until their daughter is cleared to be discharged. 

A few visitors were permitted, including Jeonghan, who helped maintain the calm at the Seoul Foundation in the wake of the emergency. He bowed to Their Majesties and Wonwoo when he arrived before using the opportunity to personally report to the King important updates they should be aware of. His visit was a good distraction against the silence inside the room where only sounds of soft beeping monitors were heard.

Dr. Han, along with the rest of the dedicated medical team, checked on Y/N regularly. Nearly every 30 minutes and the family appreciated each update that accompanied their assessments.

Around 3:00 in the morning, Y/N finally opened her eyes and Wonwoo was there, waiting. 

Their Majesties had retired to the spare bedroom just after midnight, but Wonwoo remained at her side to keep watch even though Dr. Han already said that there’s nothing to worry about anymore.

Y/N blinked against the soft light, trying to adjust from pitch darkness. She feels like she’s been asleep for ages. Disoriented and tired. So, so tired. Wonwoo didn’t rush her, but he walked closer to her and smiled a little. 

“Hey,” he whispered, softly. “You’re awake.”

She frowned, her throat dry and scratchy when she finally spoke up, “What are you doing here? What happened?”

He opened a bottle of water and pressed the remote to adjust her bed, helping her sit up. She accepted the water, strong enough to hold the bottle, and drank from it. She finished the water in seconds. Awfully parched due to dehydration. 

“We rushed you here, remember?” Wonwoo gives her the chance to remember, gently wiping the corner of her lips. 

Ah, right. Y/N closed her eyes at the memory. “How long was I out?”

“It’s been a few hours. But, you’re good. Recovering fast and well.”

Y/N sighed in relief and closed her eyes briefly. “My parents?”

“They’re here, sleeping. Do you want me to wake them?” Wonwoo asked, already standing up.

“No, no.” She stopped him quickly, grabbing his hand. “It’s fine. Later will do.”

Wonwoo looked at her hand. Not intertwined, but the way she held him sent a quiet jolt through him. Even now, even in this moment, he can’t help but notice how smooth her hand is.

“Okay,” Wonwoo promised, allowing her grip on his hand to remain. “You can eat. Are you hungry?”

Y/N shook her head.

Wonwoo sat on the small space at the edge of the bed. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t seem to notice. But the closeness, it’s comforting. It’s grounding. She still felt scattered, all over the place. But his hand, his hand was something steady to hold on to.

And it felt good.

—

Wonwoo gently fixed and adjusted the blanket up to Y/N’s chest when she requested to go lie back down. He made sure her arms were still out as she preferred. She told him it made her feel too hot even with the air condition on full blast. It’s nearing 4:00 in the morning. The room was still dimly lit by the soft glow of the overhead light. Only the steady beeping of the monitors and the hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. Outside, the sky was still painted a navy blue, showing no traces of the early dawn. 

They didn’t talk much ever since she woke up. He simply sat with her in the silence of gathering herself now that she’s fully awake. The medicine is slowly wearing off and she’s now awake more than ever. Her body was still aching. Mostly her throat, sore from vomiting so much, and thirst clung to her tongue. Her mind was slowly piecing up memories of what happened earlier and along with that clarity was the guilt.

She sighed as her head hit the soft pillow. He thought she would sleep again. 

But, what she said next caught him off guard.

“Sorry to ruin your first day at the foundation,” she murmured, almost like a whisper in the quiet early morning. And even with the exhaustion, her eyes still found his own tired yet sincere ones. “I won’t be staying here long, right?”

“You won’t,” he answered her question, choosing his words with care. “But I’d strictly advise you to not overdo it when you get back. Okay?”

She gave him a nod, a quiet promise that she won’t.

“I vomited on you, huh?” She recalled, her lips smiling embarrassedly and more apologetic now.

He also smiled. But, his smile was warm and understanding. “Yeah, you did.”

Her face contorted in a mix of disgust and cringe. “Sorry, again.”

“It’s okay,” he promised, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

He wished he could say more. He wanted to ease her worries and guilt and not let what happened in the past hours get in her head. He wanted to tell her how scared he was to see her like that. But, for now, he will just remain by her side in silence. Because it’s not about him. It’s about her. 

For a moment, the gentle voices and touches went unnoticed. Like, they had always existed between them. There were no worries nor hesitations. Just acts. Acts of comfort and care. 

It was still early in the morning, yet their minds were wide awake. In the most peaceful way. Something unspoken passed between them. They weren’t ready to name it yet. 

But it was something real.

—

When the sun had finally risen, Y/N had fallen asleep again. 

The windows were opened by The Queen. Just a tiny little opening to let a sliver of sunlight slip through the room, enough to not disrupt her daughter’s sleep. The King had to go back to his duties, with nearly 50 people already waiting for him in the Palace. He wished to have said a proper goodbye to Y/N when she woke up, but a kiss on her forehead will have to do. 

Even as The King with a family, his duty calls for him and answering cannot be delayed. 

Wonwoo was witnessing all of this firsthand. The memories of his father leaving in the middle of his high school debate came rushing back, still vivid in his mind. The Queen had stayed, and he was made to understand. He did because he had to. The King hadn’t done anything wrong. Wonwoo brushed it off because there was no room for resentment. He knows his father tried his very best. A kiss good night, even if it came at midnight.

And you shared the same experiences too. Similar stories. Maybe a college debate. Or a high school piano recital. But he hadn’t really thought about yours. Only his.

The realization hit him again, for the nth time.. If he felt he was held back then, what about you? What are your what could have beens? What dreams had you shelved? What tears have you shed? He wouldn’t know because all he ever considered was his own hurt.

And now, watching you with your family, he understands his father a little bit more. You and Wonwoo are grown adults already, and yet your parents still worry. Even though responsibilities are demanding with jobs to do and people to protect, love somehow still makes space. 

Maybe this was one of the sacrifices his father talked about. The kind he didn’t notice, until now, now that he’s older. And maybe, this was also love. Not just an emotion romantically passed between people. But something else.

Something that stands in front of him now. In its most genuine, yet most heartbreaking form.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu called for him, pulling him from his thoughts. “Here’s your change of clothes. Your parents are coming today, before Princess Y/N is discharged.”

Wonwoo nodded, accepting the clothes. “Thank you, Mingyu. I’ll inform Her Majesty.”

He made his way to your bedside, where The Queen was gently massaging your legs.

She looked up at the sound of his footsteps and smiled.

“I think you should go to the bedroom and rest, Wonwoo,” she said softly. “I know you don’t want to leave, but it’s best if you get some shut eye.”

Wonwoo shook his head, returning her smile. “Thank you, Your Majesty. But, I’m alright. I just came to let you know that my parents are going to visit the Princess.”

“Oh no.” The Queen’s smile faded into a small frown, not from displeasure but because she's concerned. “They didn’t have to travel that far, love.”

“Well,” Wonwoo said, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I must have inherited their stubbornness.”

The Queen laughed. “Alright then, I’ll have Saera handle it. Now go on ahead, you need to be presentable when they arrive.”

—

Y/N had just woken up when Saera’s soft voice echoed through the room. 

“The King and Queen of Changwon have arrived, Your Majesty.”  

Her heart dropped and panic flickered in her eyes. She hadn’t known they were coming. Embarrassment, then guilt, once again crept slowly down her stomach. She looked around out of instinct, for anything that could fix herself. Her hair. Her posture. Anything.

Before she could fully sit up, Wonwoo was already at her side, gently adjusting her pillows and offering his arm for support. She accepted and muttered a thank you. When she finally looked up at Their Majesties were just stepping through the doorway. She quickly straightened her shoulders and mustered a polite smile. The kind that her mother and her tutors have taught her ever since she was a little girl.

The King and Queen paused at the entrance, exchanging a brief, wordless glance at the sight that greeted them. 

It was the first time they had seen Wonwoo like this to Y/N. Relaxed and focused. Not as a husband-to-be fulfilling an obligation, but as a man who is really concerned and present. 

And they knew that this was definitely not a performative act.

“Your Majesties,” The Queen of Seoul warmly welcomed them as she stood, crossing the room to give them both an embrace. “Thank you for taking the time to come and visit.”

“Of course!” Queen Jeon replied, her voice enthusiastic and genuine as ever. “We’re just so relieved that Princess Y/N is now doing well.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Y/N said with a genuine smile, trying to keep the nervous flutter in her chest at bay.

There was a pause. Just long enough for Queen Jeon’s eyes to flick between Y/N and her son, who still hasn't given his parents a hug. Still standing protectively by the bed.

“Prince Wonwoo was outstanding,” The Queen complimented Wonwoo. “He didn’t leave her side at all. Not once.”

Wonwoo looked down, suddenly bashful at your mother’s praise. The praise felt too generous, making his lips twitch at the corners. Still, he accepted it with a quiet humility.

King Jeon stepped forward, placing a firm hand on his son’s back. “Well done.”

—

A few days after her hospital discharge, Y/N was back at the foundation. And yes, she still took heed of Dr. Han’s instructions to take it slow, to remember to rest and drink lots of water. And with Wonwoo finally starting his first day, she’s more than happy to be back.

Not that anyone needed to know that.

Jeongyeon welcomed her back at the footsteps of the Seoul Foundation building. Y/N saw her bright smile the moment the car doors opened.

“Good to have you back, Your Highness,” Jeongyeon said, taking Y/N’s bag before she could protest.

“Thank you, Jeongyeon,” Y/N said, with gratitude in her voice. 

They walked inside the foundation where everyone carried on with their tasks. There were polite bows and few welcome-backs. She’s thankful they remained normal, no special treatment at all. They just acted like how co-workers would act when that one employee who got sick finally returned.

Jeongyeon opened Y/N’s office door and once she had fully entered, Jeongyeon immediately closed it behind them with a soft click of the lock.

“I wasn’t sure if I should tell you this,” Jeongyeon began, startling Y/N. “But… I think you should know what happened.”

Y/N blinked. “Tell me what?”

“About Prince Wonwoo,” Jeongyeon said, voice lowered. “Mingyu told me how he tried. When you were crashing, His Highness was the first to move. He wanted to take care of you. But, Mingyu had to stop him. Protocol. All he could do was stay close.”

Y/N stilled. 

It’s one thing that Wonwoo never left your side. But finding out he was ready to fight against every protocol and person in that hospital for you? That’s something else entirely.

Wonwoo still acted normal with her. Like nothing happened. Even when his and her parents were around. She didn’t notice any changes with his behavior. But hearing this story now doesn’t only embarrass her more from vomiting on him, it’s also making her heart flutter more than ever.

“Well,” Jeongyeon added gently, catching Y/N’s denial through her conflicted expression. 

She knew what she meant. What it could be. What it really was. 

And to save her from overthinking things, Jeongyeon intervened. “I guess it comes with the doctor in him.”

Y/N suddenly released the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding and nodded. “Yeah. That makes a lot of  sense,” she agreed, smiling a little bittersweet. 

“We’ll pretend that’s what it really was,” Jeongyeon promised with a teasing grin, before handing Y/N the tablet to change the subject. “Anyway, speaking of doctors. Director Yoon scheduled a meeting this afternoon for the medical outreach His Majesty requested. He wanted a project meant to highlight Prince Wonwoo’s profession.”

And just like that, they both let the unspoken moment settle. 

Even though it was very much felt.

—

That afternoon, Jeonghan gathered the core teams that will handle the planning and coordination of the upcoming medical outreach. Representatives from the Community Development Team, Legal Affairs, Medical Team, Logistics and Operations Team, Public Relations Team, and Finance and Procurement were all present for the Week One: Initial Planning and Coordination. Y/N and Jeongyeon attended on behalf of Legal, while Wonwoo represented the Medical Team.

“Good afternoon,” Jeonghan opened the discussion, sitting in the middle of the long conference table. 

Y/N was seated to his right while Wonwoo was seated on his left. The two didn’t exchange a glance or a word to each other, like their warm moments in the hospital didn’t happen. Y/N was busy with her laptop while Wonwoo was busy with his notes. 

Jeonghan looked at Jeongyeon and the girl just shrugged, I don’t know.

“Welcome to Week One of the upcoming medical outreach,” Jeonghan continued, ignoring the awkward silence lingering around the table because of the two professionals beside him. “The King has given us just four weeks to make this medical outreach a success. Prince Wonwoo is here to discuss the target community and range of services that may be offered. Your Highness?”

With that, the people in the room focused, each opened their own laptops, tablets, or notebooks to take down notes.

Wonwoo sat up straight, looking incredibly handsome with his suit and tie. Y/N felt like she was meeting him for the first time again and her longtime crush just sparked once again. But she quickly snapped herself back to reality, focus. Although yes, it was real. She had a crush on him. Still do. Anyway!

“Thank you for giving your time to this meeting,” Wonwoo began, voice steady. “I’m honored to be leading the Medical Team for this outreach, and your work on this will be of utmost importance.”

He clicked on the next slide on the screen. “So far, we have listed down potential target communities in Seoul. These include children in welfare homes or shelters and elderlies in residential complexes.”

Wonwoo paused as everyone began to type or take notes, then he continued, “For these groups, we’re preparing general check-ups, blood pressure and sugar monitoring, flu and pneumonia vaccinations, hearing and vision screenings and more based on the volunteer doctors’ specialization. We will give the final list of services by the end of the cross-examination of volunteers.”

He paused when the Community Development Team raised a hand to ask a question.

Meanwhile, Y/N, suddenly felt warmth rush to her cheeks as she did her best to take down notes of everything he just said. She’s not sure if it’s because of the legal tasks already lining up for her team or… just the way Wonwoo looked while talking about giving care to people. 

“Y/N?” Jeonghan called her, making her stop typing and looking up from the screen way faster than she should have.

“Hmm?” She merely let out a soft squeak.

“Any legal comments?”

“Oh, right,” she immediately realized she needed to speak as well, not just have a crush. “We’ll need to secure the proper permits to conduct medical services outside licensed facilities, especially for procedures like vaccinations and dental works, if any. We will have to coordinate with local health units and possibly the Ministry of Health.”

Jeongyeon and the rest of the group took notes beside her, listening intently. 

She tapped a few keys on her laptop before continuing, “Also, consent forms. Adult beneficiaries or guardian consent for minors must be informed of the services offered, and other privacy and disclaimer clauses. They must consent.”

She took a deep breath and, “Lastly, all medical volunteers will be cross examined diligently to ensure licensing and credentials are up to date. We must make sure from now on that we only accept accordingly within our standards rather than deal with complaints after.”

She glanced at Wonwoo after finishing and unbeknown to her, he was already gazing at her ever since she started talking. 

“Sir?” Jeonghan then turned to Wonwoo, waiting for his reply.

“Understood,” Wonwoo answered. “We’ll prepare the documents you need.”

Y/N nodded, briefly meeting his eyes then returned to her screen once again. 

Up next, Finance and Procurement’s turn to ask questions.

—

The legal team immediately began working on the necessary permits required to make sure the outreach would proceed smoothly and according to schedule. 

Jeongyeon worked closely with Y/N, making sure all documents and updates were uploaded to their shared server for the entire team’s access. Y/N diligently gave her dedication and attention, just as she had always given with every project the foundation undertook.

Once the permits were granted one by one, the team moved forward to screening the volunteers that wish to participate in the outreach. From doctors, nurses, to civilian helpers, each applicant thoroughly underwent background checks to make sure no oversight was made.

Y/N flipped through profiles, page by page, her eyes canning every detail. Took notes of entries that needed to be double checked and put a red post it note on those who did not meet the foundation’s standards. It was routine. Until she reached a name that made her stop:

Myung Eunwon.

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chapter three: was it punishment | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: vomiting, fainting, food poisoning, emergency hospitalization/situation word count: 3.2k author’s note: chapter 3! 🥳 (undedited tho! will work on it!)

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Wonwoo was in Kyoto, Japan when his father, King Jeon, told him the harsh truth and brutal reality of what it meant to wear the crown. Japan wasn’t that far to escape to, but he really didn’t have anywhere else in mind to begin with. He just wanted to be far. Away from everything that’s causing him immense pain. Away from his duty, his crown. 

Far and far away. 

The King was the one who ordered Mingyu to book the immediate flight and have his one and only son stay there when he saw how much he needed the space and time. 

Even only just for a short while.

However, His Majesty, and even Wonwoo himself, knew they had to talk. There was no escaping anyway, if they’re being honest. The family’s decisions on his life remain firm and unwavering. It’s not to be sugar coated and influenced by any emotion other than reverence and responsibility. 

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he’s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

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Update Schedule:

July 5, 2025 - Chapter Four June 14, 2025 - Chapter Three May 31, 2025 - Chapter Two May 17, 2025 - Chapter One May 3, 2025 - Prologue April 30, 2025 - Teaser/Preview

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chapter three: was it punishment | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: vomiting, fainting, food poisoning, emergency hospitalization/situation word count: 3.2k author’s note: chapter 3! 🥳 (undedited tho! will work on it!)

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Wonwoo was in Kyoto, Japan when his father, King Jeon, told him the harsh truth and brutal reality of what it meant to wear the crown. Japan wasn’t that far to escape to, but he really didn’t have anywhere else in mind to begin with. He just wanted to be far. Away from everything that’s causing him immense pain. Away from his duty, his crown. 

Far and far away. 

The King was the one who ordered Mingyu to book the immediate flight and have his one and only son stay there when he saw how much he needed the space and time. 

Even only just for a short while.

However, His Majesty, and even Wonwoo himself, knew they had to talk. There was no escaping anyway, if they’re being honest. The family’s decisions on his life remain firm and unwavering. It’s not to be sugar coated and influenced by any emotion other than reverence and responsibility. 

On one of the rare visits the King made without the Queen, he went to the royal family’s vacation house in the quiet city. 

Wonwoo will never know that beneath the stoic expression of his father’s face and commanding voice, he desperately wants to give what his son’s heart truly desires. It may seem so easy for him to decide and order everything according to his will, but the truth is, it’s far heavier and far harder. 

Jeon Wonwoo may be the family’s greatest legacy, but he will always remain as the King and Queen’s beloved son. 

However, ultimately, their lives — and their hearts — belong to the people of the Kingdom of Seoul. The families, workers, youth — they all have placed their trust in the royal family to provide the stability, security, and peace they deserve. And if that can be upheld with a marriage of convenience, then they are bound to honor it.

Wonwoo was out and about when Mingyu rushed to relay the message that His Majesty had landed in Kyoto and his presence was immediately ordered. 

When he arrived at the house, he saw the King gazing into the valley where everything was so tranquil. The sound of the water and the soft greenery made him wonder how his son had endured away from the chaos back home.

“Your Majesty,” Wonwoo greets his father and bows when the doors to the private office finally close, leaving room for them to talk.

The King nods while his hands are clasped behind his back. Silence is all he offered for the first few minutes and Wonwoo waited, patiently. He thinks this could be an opportunity to change his mind, but it was too wishful thinking. 

“I don’t have much more to say and this will be the last time I will be visiting you here, Wonwoo,” King Jeon starts, turning his head to look right straight into his son’s solemn eyes. His own eyes almost watered upon finally seeing him again after a long while, but he held them in.  “Next time, you will come back to Changwon, then to Seoul.”

Wonwoo looks away, the burning sensation of heartbreak rising to his chest once again. But maybe, just maybe. For the last time, he could have one last chance to convince the throne that,

“Eunwon could be queen, father.”

King Jeon let out a long and defeated sigh before taking careful steps towards him. His heart ached with each step — not as a ruler, but as a father. He had watched Wonwoo grow to be the remarkable man that he is today, shaped by years of disciplined training. 

And yet, he still wants to protect him. Protect him not from war or scandal, but from heartbreak and misplaced hope. Wonwoo was born to be king, and a king will need more than love. He will need someone with strength, certainty, and unwavering support. Someone he can trust in every storm, at every turn. The King could not find all of that in this girl, no matter how sincere she may seem.

When they stand face to face with little distance between their tall frames, he fixes the collar of his son’s shirt and explains, “She will never be, son. Her family will never be our ally. Their betrayal goes way back. Generations deep. We may have maintained the peace for decades, but that’s all that it will ever be.”

“But, I love her,” Wonwoo begs, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “She’s not her family. Her love for me is a testament enough that she will never betray me, or our family, or Seoul.”

The King sadly smiles, patting his son’s shoulders before pulling him into a strong and tight embrace. It’s a gesture of an apology because in the end, he could not really give him the world. 

Wonwoo wept. 

He knew, through this bone crushing hug with no more words to be said, that his father understands him. He understands that his son’s heart is breaking into a million pieces. He understands that his son had smiled, laughed, and loved and that he’s asking him to give them all up. As a father, he understands that his son wishes to not have had the birthright because its promises are not enough to compare with the love he had known with Eunwon.

But as the King of Changwon, he also understands that his son must choose not what is easy, but what is right.

And what is right is choosing duty over love. 

The silent tears they shared was the final message: a decision had been made. 

—

Wonwoo can’t seem to calm his nerves down as he stares at your sleeping figure. He’s trying to keep his cool with a straight face, but his actions betray him. He’s always checking your heartbeat, stomach, and breathing with the stethoscope draped around his neck. Despite the fact that he can clearly see your vitals displayed on the monitor.

He just can’t help it. 

Despite your stable condition. Your lips and complexion have grown pale over exhaustion caused by your vomiting from the office, inside the ambulance. It’s hard to erase the picture of it. He sighs as he stands up straight after checking your stomach for the nth time. He knows you’re okay now. He’s just having a hard time convincing himself. 

“Your Highness,” Mingyu calls gently for him. When he turns around, he’s greeted by the medical staff. He didn’t hear their knock nor notice their arrival, his attention only yours.

Wonwoo immediately uncrosses his arms and extends his right hand to one of the doctors. “Thank you for taking care of her. I’m Jeon Wonwoo.”

“Your Highness,” the man in the middle replies and shakes his hand before introducing himself, “I’m Dr. Han, the royal family’s attending physician.”

Wonwoo nods, listening intently to their explanation of your condition.

“We have sent the blood sample for testing,” Dr. Han says. “We also sent the emesis sample,” — he gestures subtly to Wonwoo’s shirt —“to the lab.” 

The Prince meets eyes with Mingyu and he nods in understanding, quietly stepping out.

“We should have the results within the hour.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Han,” Wonwoo says sincerely, expressing his gratitude once again with another handshake. 

“We have also informed Their Majesties. They will release a statement once the results are in. Nonetheless, no information of the Princess’ hospitalization has been leaked.”

Dr. Han and the rest of the staff were gone within ten minutes after checking on you. 

Then, you and Wonwoo are left alone for the very first time. 

But this time, it’s different. You’re sick and in deep slumber, while he’s left wrestling with guilt and regret. 

Wonwoo… doesn’t really know much about you. He’s not justifying his coldness back then, but he did refuse to get to know you. He just knows you’re a Princess and an attorney. That’s all you were to him. He didn’t have that much interaction with you unless Their Majesties forced him. And everytime you did, there was supervision because they knew he would run away.

Meeting you at sixteen was probably one of the hardest days of his life. He was young and stubborn. He understands you didn’t do anything wrong, but despite that, he couldn’t help but remain guarded and resentful. You greeted him then with the warmest smile — your eyes were so bright and hopeful. But, he barely acknowledged you. King Jeon had to glare at him to remind him to be polite. No more words were exchanged after that. Since then, everything was silent between the two of you. 

Your arrangement was made known when he was already with Eunwon. Already building a future he thought belonged to him. He was angry, for obvious reasons. But, he hopes you will believe him when he says he will never blame you. Although the scorn on his face was message enough, he hopes that you will believe him when he says it’s not your fault. He was just projecting to whoever because he felt so helpless.

He regrets making you go through everything alone. It must have been lonely. 

He thinks back to Eunwon. He had loved her with all his heart. She was the embodiment of exhilarating freedom — an escape from his duty of the crown that often felt like imprisonment. He would like to believe that she viewed him as just a devoted man, beyond the name, title, and power. With her, everything would have changed in a blink of an eye. Choosing her would be rewriting history. But maybe he never thought far enough ahead. What happens next after that? What would happen when the consequences of his decision finally catches up? 

He doesn’t seem to want to know anymore.

And now that he’s here with you — the woman who had never once asked to be chosen — he begins to wonder if he really did love Eunwon. Or did she ever truly love him?

Somehow, there’s a place in his heart that wishes he could have at least been your friend. You were never the villain in his life and what could have been to begin with. 

He remembers though. How you always remained so polite and kind. Not forceful. Not angry. Just graceful, despite everything he put you through. Your smile never died through it all. Always ready with careful answers that will protect him whenever anyone asks. 

As far as anyone is concerned, Changwon needs Seoul. Yet, you have always held his and his Kingdom’s name high. 

One morning, as he makes way towards breakfast with your family — a routine that had become part of his day ever since moving into the Palace — he overhears you and Their Majesties talking. His steps slow down upon hearing his name spoken by the Queen.

“I hope everything is well between you and Wonwoo,” she said carefully. “He starts working at the foundation soon. I’m hoping there will be no misunderstandings, and certainly not a scandal. Jeongyeon has been reporting to me on the Prince’s conduct. While we may dote on him, we won’t tolerate any disrespect toward you.”

“Jeongyeon is just protective, Mother.” you immediately answer, tone bright and soft. “The Prince has never behaved improperly around me. Our interactions have been nothing but respectful.”

You speak of him like everything was just a hearsay — something you always debunk with a smile and a shake of head.

Their Majesties nodded slowly, proud of your poise in all of this. They may not say it outright, but they still want you to feel supported and protected. You have never, not once, defied or complained against their wishes. And though, duty must be of utmost priority, they still want you to feel seen. 

While Wonwoo remains out of sight, what you said was technically true. But, you and him both know that there’s more than meets the eye. His coldness, distance and avoidance — you can see all of it. And yet, you talk of him to everyone else with so much dignity.

Suddenly, something inside him shifted. 

He can’t find it in himself to face you. He retreats quietly. He’d have Mingyu inform Their Majesties he had to leave early.

And now, here you are. Sick and worn out. 

Thinking back to your previous conversation that one dinner at the Palace, he regrets still showing signs of resentment. His intentions were genuine when he requested to work at the Seoul Foundation. He was just having a hard time coming to terms with the decision he had made to fulfill his duties as the Crowned Prince of Changwon. 

As for Eunwon, he no longer feels anything for her anymore. He may have been with her, but she’s all in the past. His focus now is on the present and the greater responsibility that lies ahead. 

Wonwoo exhales slowly and looks around for a chair he can sit on. He’s sure there’s one nearby, after all this is the VIP room. Once he finds one in the lounge corner, he carefully carries it over and settles beside your bed.

He finally sits down after staying on his feet for who knows how long. 

He hopes you wake up soon and feel better soon. 

It’s… unsettling for him to watch you like this. It feels like there’s a different kind of heaviness on his chest. It’s not just the guilt, he’s sure.

But, he feels something else he’s not ready to name.

—

Mingyu returns after thirty minutes with clean, comfortable clothes. He also brings news from Jeongyeon that Their Majesties will be arriving in the next ten minutes to finally see the Princess. 

Jeongyeon has entrusted Mingyu to remain not only by Prince Wonwoo’s side, but by yours as well, while she arranges your security detail and packs your personal belongings — in case your stay might last longer than expected.  

Wonwoo rises from the chair to change, muttering a quiet thank you. If he’s going to stay by your side, he’ll need to get out of his soiled work clothes. But before he can take another step, he notices your sudden movement. It’s small, but he saw you twitch. 

“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. He props you up — an arm braced around your back, the other steadying the basin beneath your chin.

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts and Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically; alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

“She’s crashing!” He yells, still holding you upright as best as he can. 

“Y/N?” He cups your left cheek, trying to catch your eyes.

But you're vomiting again. Your body has gone limp from exhaustion, and he can feel it.

“No, no — stay with me!”

The door bursts open with Dr. Han rushing in. The nurses soon followed with equipment in tow. One nurse takes the basin away from Wonwoo, while another one reaches for you, trying to lower you back down the bed. His arm around you tightens, unwilling to let go.

“Your Highness—,” Dr. Han calls for Wonwoo, but he doesn’t listen. 

“She’s in hypovolemic shock. We need to start fluids,” Wonwoo orders, trained hands moving fast to find the IV port while his eyes remain locked on you. He has to save you. He will. He just needs to—

“Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, low and steady, but unyielding. “You can’t.”

Wonwoo ignores Dr. Han and shoves his hand away when he tries reaching for him. “Don’t touch me! I’ve got her!”

“Sir,” Dr. Han continues to prevent him from going near the Princess. “I’m the only one authorized to provide care for Her Highness during this emergency.”

“Let me help,” Wonwoo pleads, voice cracking.

“Your Highness,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the noise, stepping beside the Prince as royal security. “Please, let go of Princess Y/N.”

“We’ll take over from here, Your Highness,” Dr. Han says, regretful but firm. “Please step back.”

“I can’t!” Wonwoo’s desperation bursts out. “I have to do something!”

He thrashes in Mingyu’s grip, stumbling, confused — unable to understand why they’re stopping him from taking care of you. He reaches out again, his hand grasping for something — anything — and catches yours.

Cold. Lifeless.

“Sir, you must let them take care of her,” Mingyu says. “You’re the Crowned Prince.”

Wonwoo feels like he’s been doused with ice cold water. His whole body was telling him to act. But even in this situation, his duty leaves him frozen in place.

Mingyu didn’t need to explain further. Wonwoo already knew his place. 

His fingers fall away from yours. He surrenders.

The nurses move in quickly and this big room swallows you whole.

He may have been trained to save lives.

But he was never meant to save yours.

—

Official Statement from the Royal Households of Seoul and Changwon

Their Majesties, King and Queen of Seoul, together with the King and Queen of Changwon, wish to inform the public that Her Highness, Princess Y/N, is currently in stable condition following a brief medical emergency.

Medical examinations confirmed that Her Highness experienced acute food poisoning, resulting in severe dehydration and related complications. Thanks to the immediate care led by the Royal Medical Team led by Dr. Han, Her Highness is in stable condition and currently recovering. 

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Jeon Wonwoo, was present during the incident and has remained by her side throughout the emergency.

The Royal Families wish to extend their sincerest gratitude to the medical staff involved and request for the public’s respect for the Princess’ privacy as she rests during this time of recovery. 

The Royal Public Affairs Office will provide updates through official channels as needed.

—-

When Saera quietly announced the arrival of Their Majesties, both Wonwoo and Mingyu stood tall. They bowed in unison as the doors of the VIP Ward opened. 

The Queen immediately rushes to your sleeping form, barely waiting for the formality to pass. The news of your hospitalization shaken them to the core, but they’re here now and that's all that matters. 

“My girl,” the Queen whispers, lips trembling as she holds off her tears. Her fingers delicately brushes  a strand of stray hair away from your forehead, giving your still-cold skin a warm kiss. You still look pale, but she trusts the medical team when they say you’re okay now. 

The King also places a gentle kiss on your forehead before shifting his attention to Wonwoo. 

“Wonwoo.” He approached him carefully. “Thank you for staying by her side.”

Wonwoo shakes his head with eyes lowered, voice guilty as he answers. “I wish I could have done more, Your Majesty.”

The King offers a grateful smile, placing a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You have done more than enough.”

The King returns by your side and the quiet settles in once again. The steady beeping of the monitor fills the room accompanied by the hushed whispers of the Queen, willing you to hear her. You were going to be okay. And as he comes to terms with that thought, another one blooms through. 

Maybe this wasn’t punishment. 

Maybe this had always been the path his heart was quietly preparing to walk. 

Maybe he was always meant to find his way to you.

For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo didn’t want to run away.

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“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. 

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts as Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically, alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

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“Y/N?” He calls for your name. “Hey, can you hear—”

Your body jerks violently, lurching forward. You’re vomiting again. He quickly grabs the basin under the bed and slams the emergency button on the wall. 

“Get Dr. Han—now!” He shouts as Mingyu bolts from the room.

In a matter of seconds, the monitor beeps frantically, alarm sounds blaring throughout the VIP ward. An indication that something wrong is happening. Something very wrong. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure plummets. 

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The first and last time Wonwoo called you was when he apologized to you. The memory of it is painful for you to think about, but it was a conversation you have kept close to your heart. It was brief, but long enough to assure you that he was okay. Long enough to hear his voice, which you barely had the chance to hear in the first place, but again, long enough to make your heart skip a beat. Long enough to leave a lasting memory to you, whether it be sad or happy. 

It was relieving, maybe. 

When Wonwoo left, all you did was study as a way to distract yourself and took the bar examination. You passed, thankfully. However, despite the distraction, you couldn’t practice your profession due to your royal duties that needed attending. After all, it was what you were prepared for ever since you could talk and walk. 

Just like today. You are to stand in front of hundreds of your people as the Crowned Prince Wonwoo of the Kingdom of Changwon finally resumes his royal duties and starts it off with visiting your homeland, the Kingdom of Seoul. 

Wonwoo is back, the thought of it keeps replaying inside your head. During breakfast, your team goes over what will happen at the official event, but Wonwoo is back. Inside the study of His Majesty, your father, he goes over your special message to be spoken to the crowd, but Wonwoo is back. And while Her Majesty, your mother, helps with fixing a flower pin on your hair, Wonwoo is back. 

For some anxious reason, you can’t form any coherent thoughts because the only thought that’s running through your mind is that Wonwoo is back.

Jeon Wonwoo is back. 

You tried your luck and asked if you could speak with him first so that you two could go over everything and just be prepared before facing your people. But unfortunately, His Highness' flight was delayed and his protocol team had to reroute. He would go straight to the event venue instead of the palace, steering away from the original plan. The Kingdom of Changwon extended their apologies and your parents could care less because all that mattered was your future husband is back. 

You’re afraid. As much as you want to jump and rejoice at his return, you’re afraid of the scorn expression on his face similar to what you saw back when you were sixteen years old. You’re afraid to look him in the eye and see how the light in them has dimmed. You’re afraid because to this day, you still can’t help but blame yourself for everything that has happened. 

“Your Highness, it’s time for us to leave,” Jeongyeon, the head of your protocol team, calls your attention. “We have been notified of the Prince’s arrival at the airport ten minutes ago. His Majesty is on his way now.”

You take a deep breath and nod your head in acknowledgement before standing up, smoothing down the dress you're wearing in an attempt to dry the sweat on your palms. 

Jeongyeon speaks to the discreet microphone on her coat and the big doors finally open. 

—

The Kingdom of Changwon pledged to donate and fund new public school buildings to the Kingdom of Seoul five years ago. It was to show the neighboring Kingdom’s alliance and support in your Kingdom’s advocacy to provide safe and student friendly facilities for your students. But in a private meeting, Wonwoo’s parents, Their Majesties, declared beyond that, it also serves as a seal of your long awaited union. 

You wholeheartedly appreciate the gesture, but you are still in contemplation. Stuck with the guilt and constant asking of “What about Wonwoo? What does he think?”

What do you even think about at this point? 

The pressure builds and Jeongyeon could tell how nervous you are. And it’s not even about being nervous in front of people. You have done these kinds of events countless times before. She knows you’re nervous to come face to face with His Highness, Prince Wonwoo, again. 

Your brain is going to overdrive with the amount of what ifs inside your head. Jeongyeon could see how absent your eyes look, completely bothered. But, it’s too late to pull you aside and give you the time to collect yourself. So, it’s up to Jeongyeon to guide your whole team by giving strict instructions to be still on guard while avoiding going all overprotective on you in front of the public. The last thing they need are the tabloids assuming the wrong things and shaking things up for the worse. They trust your strong capability to hold yourself up and right now you need them to help you maintain so. 

Proceeding as usual, you step out of your official car once your team is ready. The crowd was loud in saying their warm greetings, making you feel a little bit at ease. You brave through the loud (and some rude) shouts of the press and put on your best smile. 

With Jeongyeon’s signature hand signal, you walk up and climb the stairs together with security and continue smiling and waving to the best that you can. You arrive at the top swiftly, but before entering the opening doors, you turn to face the crowd and give them a smile one last time. 

“Prince Wonwoo arrived a few minutes ago,” Jeongyeon whispers to you and you just nod.

You’re going to be okay. It’s just one event among many. You will be fine. It’s just an inauguration. A public event you always do. This is not the first time. It’s just Wonwoo. Just keep walking with your head up high, smile and greet everyone like you normally do.

Yes, it’s just Wonwoo, you convince yourself and control your breathing.

It’s just Wonw—.

Once the door shut, you fail to notice a small bump and trip on the carpet. You hear the audible gasp of everyone and the room falls awfully silent. You feel a stinging pain on the skin on your left foot, perhaps because of your other heel scraping it accidentally in your futile attempt to avoid completely falling face flat on the floor. 

Wait. I’m supposed to fall and be on the floor, right?

You didn’t fall, at all, because of two muscular arms catching you right on time and holding you up. Actually, it looks like you are being hugged in your position. You’re faced to a chest belonging to what you believe is from a man. Maybe it’s your security, quick to jump in action. 

But upon seeing the familiar pin of a flower you’re definitely sure is not your kingdom’s, your eyes immediately shoot up to look at your savior. 

Jeon Wonwoo.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He speaks! 

His Highness, Prince Wonwoo. 

Everyone is standing still as they wait for your answer. But you can’t seem to make a single sound, mouth ajar in surprise upon finally seeing Wonwoo and how unreal he is. 

Wonwoo waits and waits for you to answer him until Jeongyeon finally intervenes and helps you back on your feet. It was a good fifteen seconds before you were whisked away from Wonwoo’s arms, separating you two by a small distance. 

You try to laugh it off gracefully and raise a hand at everyone, telling them that you’re okay and they could continue to do whatever they were doing. You turn back to Wonwoo to properly address him (and apologize). But before you could say a word, he turned to Jeongyeon. 

“Kindly bring me a first aid kit while I take the Princess to the powder room to freshen up,” he says with his tone so direct, Jeongyeon moves at the speed of lightning. 

You open your mouth to protest, “I’m fin—”

“Mingyu, kindly lead the way,” Wonwoo doesn’t hear you out and turns to who you assume is his right-hand man. He is also tall. They are both very tall. Mingyu only nods and walks ahead.

And just like that, you’re whisked away again. But this time, your hand is gently held by Wonwoo.

—

You never imagined that a day like this would come. Such a day where you would trip, injure your foot and embarrass yourself not only in front of a whole room full of people, but in front of Wonwoo. You slipped into his arms and you wanted the ground to eat you up.  But rather than dwelling on those thoughts, you can’t help but grow awkwardly shy in front of him as he tends to the cut on your foot. 

Prince Wonwoo. Doctor Wonwoo. Husband-to-be Wonwoo.

How long has it been?

What made him come back? What encouraged him to do this? What is even happening? 

Yes, it’s maybe Prince Wonwoo just doing his job. But, over the years of his absence, you assumed he would never come back. You were preparing yourself. The backlash, the gossip, the pity. It would not take long for people to talk and speculate that you are not to marry the Crowned Prince of Changwon because of someone else. 

You want to ask so many questions. You want to know everything. Yet, all you could do is stare at him. His hair has grown longer which was styled accordingly to show his forehead and well-groomed eyebrows. His nose you have always wanted to boop. His eyes that always shine with either the most piercing gaze or childlike joy. He’s still even wearing the same black rimmed glasses he’s been wearing ever since. 

All you could do is sigh to yourself. 

Wonwoo gently places the band-aid presented by Jeongyeon on the small, but awfully painful, cut after disinfecting it. There was a medical team present and you were more than capable enough to do it yourself but the doctor in him had to win. He gives it a pat then looks up to you with a soft smile, his hold never leaving. 

Your heart skips a beat, you almost forget to smile back. 

You wish you could ask him how he is. You wish he could look at the longing in your eyes and comprehend how sorry you were and until now. You wish you could have met again somewhere else. You wish that for the first time in after a while, things were different.

The Prince cranes his head to the side, still softly smiling as he tries to decipher why you’re looking at him like that. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Are you? 

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

Wonwoo offers his hand to you. “Then, shall we?”

You just realized that you can count by your fingers the amount of times the public has seen the two of you together. It’s not that many. Around twice and today being the third time. It wasn’t necessary to be seen together in the first place. But as public figures, you’re expected to be out and about. 

Maybe that’s why your people and the press were more than enthusiastic. 

The ribbons were finally cut after the delay caused by your unfortunate accident earlier. The cheers and claps of the crowd are loud enough to resonate across the whole town. You continue smiling and shaking hands with everyone present as they express their gratitude, most especially towards Wonwoo as the representative of the Kingdom of Changwon. 

The Officer-In-Charge of the donated school turns to you and Wonwoo and bows. “We’re grateful to have you here, Your Highness.”

“We are as well.” You smile and look at Wonwoo, your eyes encouraging him to speak as well.

Wonwoo extends his hand to the kind official before saying, “On behalf of the King and Queen, congratulations on the success of the building and opening of this school. They look forward to the excellent service this shall serve your people.”

In your eyes, right this moment, Wonwoo is the most regal person. You don’t know him personally enough and how he is in his own engagements as the Crowned Prince of Changwon or how he is when he’s around his friends, but Wonwoo is living up to the crown that was bestowed upon him. 

It keeps making you wonder if anything has changed. If he’s still angry, because you know he was. If he’s still hurting, because you know he was. If he’s still in love, because you know he is.

You feel like you’re squeezing your own heart with the endless questions you want to ask, but never will. What will happen after this event ends? Will you only see him again on the next public appearance? How long will that take?

You don’t even know if you’re considered acquaintances enough to be able to hold a conversation with him other than a royal duty related one. 

You just want him to know that, “Hey Wonwoo, I… hope you’re okay.” … and that, I am still in love with you.

—

The engagement between you and Wonwoo was prolonged, much to your parents' dismay. Yes, you did meet Wonwoo at sixteen, but you were still in high school. Fast forward to university, Wonwoo had a girlfriend that wasn’t you. You would think, as a way to escape conflict, that Wonwoo was just going through a case of puppy love. You would believe, as a way to comfort yourself, Wonwoo would accept his fate as the Crowned Prince and eventually, accept you. 

But, you two were already adults with real feelings and understanding of everything that was happening around you. And despite Wonwoo’s insistence, he was still treated like a child that had no say with his own life. 

Oftentimes, Wonwoo would not attend the dates your parents would arrange whether it's just the two of you or with both Their Majesties. He would sometimes, yes, but that’s after an earful from his strict father. Every single time you were stood up by him with the excuse that he’s busy with school, you would feel embarrassed and hurt. Deep down, you know he’s happy somewhere else with her and you’re so frustrated because everyone was expecting you to do something about it. But, you couldn’t. It felt like you had to beg. You had to beg that please Wonwoo, let’s just get this over with. You never did though, because a big part of you wanted to keep not only yours, but his dignity. 

Now that he’s back, you don’t want the same cycle happening again. Why couldn’t you just find someone else? Why couldn’t you object to this stupid marriage just like he did? Why couldn’t you let him go?

Why did it have to be him, just why?

“We have arrived, Your Highness,” Jeongyeon announces, pulling you away from your thoughts. 

Wonwoo was invited to have dinner at the palace after the inauguration. Surprisingly enough, Wonwoo didn’t say no. You honestly don’t know how you feel about it because if he’s having a private dinner with your parents, then you’re having dinner with them as well. You’re just not ready for them to bombard him with questions about your dreadful wedding. 

When you got out of the car, Wonwoo was already standing near the door and waiting for you. You had to ride two separate cars for security reasons. You didn’t say anything upon nearing him and just walked and walked until you got inside. It was a relief Wonwoo just knew what he had to do. It doesn’t sound so hard when you have been treated like a robot to just obey orders since day one. You don’t want to think about it maliciously because you’re sure Wonwoo’s parents are loving.

But then again, what do you even know about Wonwoo?

You two stand in front of the two big doors and wait for the announcement of your arrival. 

“Prince Wonwoo and Princess Y/N have arrived, Your Majesties.”

Your mother was the first to greet you both, her body seemingly flying due to the excitement of finally seeing Wonwoo again. 

“Your Majesties,” Wonwoo greets with a bow and your parents nod in acknowledgement. 

“How time flew,” your mother says before hugging Wonwoo first then you. 

“Come, sit down. We can catch up while we eat,” the King orders before the Queen gets carried away with hogging Wonwoo. 

“Oh yes!” Your mother agrees while clasping her hands together, guiding you both to your respective chairs. “We were so excited for your visit, we have prepared the best of the best.”

As a way to completely act normal and keep your heart calm, you focused on eating even though you didn’t have that much of an appetite. Meanwhile, you’re not sure about Wonwoo. How could he possibly eat when one curious question after another was being asked. He was polite in answering all of them and your parents could never be more in love. 

“So, how about your plans? I’ve heard you have been a magnificent doctor,” the King asked and your ears perked up. 

Your eyes turn to Wonwoo and you see how bashful his smile is. Maybe, you know one of the reasons why you could not let him go.

“Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty. I’m honored,” He answers while you return your attention back to your food. 

No questions about the wedding have been asked by far and you are torn between relief and fear. You know your parents have something up their sleeves. You just want this dinner to get over with and make Wonwoo take his leave. It’s a sure long drive back to Changwon, right? Now is the perfect time to start on the road.

“Your Majesties,” Wonwoo voices out, “If you may allow, I would like to request volunteering my services at the Seoul Foundation.” 

You choke on the broccoli you were about to swallow while your parents just scream and clap in delight.

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“What do you mean you want to volunteer at the Seoul Foundation?” You ask while tailing behind Wonwoo who’s about to leave after your parents bid their goodbyes. “And what do you mean you’re going to live here in the palace?”

Wonwoo stops walking and turns around on his heel to face you, you almost hit his chest with your whole face. His expression is blank as he crosses his arms. “I think you know exactly what I mean, Princess.”

Your eyes almost twitch with how smug his tone just sounded. 

“Why are you doing this?” You ask then shake your head immediately and continue, “No. What are you even trying to do?”

It’s so obvious that Wonwoo has changed. He has aged, he has matured, he has become different. Although you have waited for him, you have also expected the worst. The worst which is despite his return, the engagement would end and the wedding would never come to fruition. 

The worst sounded better. 

“What else am I supposed to be doing?” He asks back and his eyes suddenly hint of sadness. 

Your breath hitches. It’s finally dawning upon you.

Everything that had happened earlier was all an act. Wonwoo smiled at you when he tended to your foot because you were out and seen by the public eye. He was sweet to your parents because he knew he was expected to be. 

Wonwoo just acted like how the Crowned Prince of Changwon would have. 

Wonwoo finally leaves when all that’s left from you is silence. The wedding is real and it’s going to happen. Your chest tightens at the thought and the picture of Wonwoo’s saddened eyes keeps replaying inside your head. He has accepted his fate and now, you’re in the middle between accepting yours as well or not. 

What are you going to do?

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chapter two: what could have been | masterlist

pairing: attorney!female oc x doctor!jeon wonwoo genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, modern royalty warnings: vomiting, fainting, potential food poisoning, emergency hospitalization word count: 3.7k author’s note: thank you so much for waiting! chapter 2 is finally here <3 thank you for your kind reblogs and feedbacks! i really appreciate the excitement! see you on the next!

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The memory of Wonwoo’s relationship getting exposed is ingrained inside your brain for what seemed like the rest of your life. Every staff from the executive down to the administrative were in a state of panic. They didn’t show it to you because they needed to keep their jobs, but you could tell by how they walked in eggshells around you. Everyone was scrambling to keep the information under wraps. If the press needed to be bribed, so be it. Your family made it a duty to protect Wonwoo’s image.

Meanwhile, you? You remained silent with a heart broken into pieces.

Deep down inside, you were masking the pain with calmness, showing no signs of jealousy and defensiveness. But, how do you build confidence in your self worth in all of this? 

Your family was strongly forcing you into Wonwoo's life. They want you to be his present even though he’s still stuck in the past. In fact, you were never his present to begin with.  

You were the obstacle to what could have been. 

What could have been his happiness, his love, his everything. 

The Queen was harsh with her words, criticizing and insulting Wonwoo’s then girlfriend. You know she will always be on your side, but you couldn’t stand the slander of someone so innocent and had done nothing wrong. No matter how much it hurt, you tried to reason with your mother, but she shushed you with a scowl. 

“How dare she act like this?” Your mother continued with her tirade. “She knows he’s engaged.”

“It’s done,” His Majesty, the King, retorted. Finally, the Queen calms down. “King Jeon will handle this from now on. We are to extend assistance in damage control and not a single word is to be spoken about this any further.”

Damage control.

Clearly, that’s what this whole union is all about. Damage.

“Good morning, Your Highness!” A sudden cheerful voice wakes you up from your thoughts.

Your smile couldn’t help but grow as Jeongyeon, your ever so bright of an assistant, greets you the moment the elevator opens. She takes your briefcase and hands you her ipad as she walks through your schedule for the next two days.

“Lastly, Her Majesty’s assistant sent an email over the weekend of a joint calendar link for your wedding planning,” she says, giving you a tight smile. “Together with Prince Wonwoo, you will meet the hired planners tomorrow at 2 o’clock in the afternoon.”

You sit on your work desk and try grasping what Jeongyeon just said. Your mother is sure fast with everything. You didn’t even get the chance to see Wonwoo this morning. He had to visit a friend who’s also a doctor, Kwon Soonyoung, from what you’ve heard. You just eavesdrop whenever the palace’s staff talks about him.

“Your Highness?” Jeongyeon calls your attention. “Do you need help with anything?”

You look up to her and just faintly smile. “A coffee would be nice. Thank you, Jeongyeon.”

She nods in understanding, quickly leaving to fulfill her task.

It can be upsetting to live like this. Oftentimes, you catch yourself zoning out with a feeling of emptiness inside your head and chest. You realized it was the constant waiting. Waiting for Wonwoo. Waiting on Wonwoo. Waiting, waiting, and waiting.

You were stuck, but at the same time on the verge of just blowing up and screaming, just let it go! 

Just let me let go of Wonwoo. 

If you could beg, you would. But, their Majesties would not have any of it. 

There has got to be a way to make this work. Wonwoo already made it clear that he’s going to do what he’s supposed to do. You might as well do the same thing and just let it be. 

You thought you were okay with the arranged marriage. In fact, you were way beyond okay. But now, you have a sickening feeling that it would be the opposite. Had you spoken up and rebelled like Wonwoo did, would you still be here? Would you have waited? Or would have this been over right then and there?

It’s too late. 

You have sacrificed so much already. Your family. Your people. 

They’re all waiting on you.

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Most events hosted by the Royal Family were spearheaded by the Queen. She has an excellent talent for making things happen with her own personal touch. You’re reminded of one of the biggest events of your family when your parents celebrated their 30th Anniversary. Your mother could have taken a break and have the family’s most trusted experts handle it, but no, she had to take over because she would never get a wink of sleep thinking about it.

Thus, this wedding planning is no surprise from you. 

You arrive at the address indicated in the joint calendar at 2 o'clock sharp. The gates were big and it was about a 3 minute drive before you were able to reach the main hall. There were a lot of tall trees, the breeze was refreshing, and the overall sight felt far different from the city. 

“Your Highness,” Saera, the Queen’s assistant, greets you with a curtsy. “Their Majesties have just arrived as well.”

Majesties? 

“Is my father he–” 

“Y/N!” 

The doors open and a soft cheer echoes through the quiet hall while soft arms delicately hug your frame.

“Queen Jeon,” you immediately greet and curtsy despite the surprise. 

Her Majesty smiles widely and caresses your arms, as if to warm you up. “It has been so long.”

You smile faintly before glancing at your mother who only nods. “How have you been?”

“Grand!” Queen Jeon exclaims and holds your hand to lead you to the table where the tea and pastries have been served. “I’m delighted to finally have this wedding happening.”

“You and I both, Your Majesty,” your mother reaffirms. “I’m sure Her Highness feels the same.”

They look at you with expectant eyes, but your line of vision is distracted with Wonwoo’s arrival. A small sigh of relief escapes you when you meet his eyes. You raise your hand to wave at him but stop midway as Saera announces his presence. Embarrassed, you looked away. But unbeknownst to you, Wonwoo noticed.

“Your Majesties,” Wonwoo greets both of your mothers then bows. After your mother’s nod, he goes straight to Queen Jeon to give her a hug. You believe it’s warm with how happy his mother is to see him. 

You and Wonwoo were ordered to take your seats beside each other. The Queens chatted for a while as the two of you only shared silence. It’s awkward and you feel like you are about to combust with how close Wonwoo is with you. And as for him? He’s just sitting straight, but not much to make him look stiff. In fact, it baffles you that he could look so dashing despite the stoic expression of his face. 

Apparently, the planners had been prepared with their presentation since earlier in the morning. But, due to the differing schedules you and Wonwoo had, the 2:00 in the afternoon time slot was the only available one to share. Or maybe, your mothers just wanted to catch up before business takes order. Business, this marriage does seem like a business transaction. 

You really need to work on not shooting yourself down with your own thoughts. 

It’s hard to be brave and unbothered. Especially when the outlet is almost nowhere to be found. Your mother, for one, will not hear a single word against the wedding. Your father is obviously out of the picture on the wedding preparations. Friends? It’s hard to trust at the moment when every piece of information about your personal life comes with a good price to sell. While Jeongyeon, the person you trust the most, is already burdened enough as an employee.

“Why aren’t we starting?” Wonwoo quietly whispers to your ear, startling you. 

Your shoulders jump a little, your head immediately turning to his. You’re greeted by his pointed nose and piercing eyes, you almost fling your whole body off the chair. Wonwoo also gets surprised by your reaction, pulling away and clearing his throat.

“Sorry,” he mutters, sitting properly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay, sorry,” you apologize back, taking a deep breath and exhaling. You’re on edge and you have shown it embarrassingly. You’re hoping their Majesties didn’t notice.

Before you could give him an answer, your mother’s laughter dies down and finally calls for Saera. 

“Your Majesties, Your Highness,” Saera calls for your attention, tone excited. “Let me introduce you to the most sought wedding planners of Seoul.”

Two ladies enter the room with big yet humble smiles, curtsying before introducing themselves to the room. 

“It’s an honor to be in your presence, I’m Nari,” the girl on the left, wearing a mint green dress speaks and continues, “and this is my sister, Seungah.”

Seungah, wearing a baby pink ensemble, smiles with her palm pressed to her heart. “Good afternoon.”

You smile, finding them adorable. They could pass as twins and you’re not the only one who finds them endearing. The Queens stood up and so did you and Wonwoo. Each of you extended your hands to offer a handshake and they accepted it graciously. 

Once settled, the siblings began with their presentation. From time to time, you can’t help but glance at Wonwoo who’s intently listening. He was holding the portfolio the girls distributed and he seemed so invested. Reading through the material, sometimes taking notes, and even folding some pages to bookmark. 

Meanwhile, you’re distracted because of him. 

Sometimes, you can’t help but think about how you can’t seem to figure Wonwoo out. You have admired him for the longest time and yet, he’s so far away. The previous conversation you had with him was nights ago, but it still lingers inside your mind. It was sad. It was bitter. You wanted to say sorry. Apologize for rekindling the burning pain inside his heart. 

But, looking at him right now, there’s this greed inside of you that makes him want to stay forever. 

You should be ashamed. Ogling at him like he’s meters away when he’s just right there! You can’t help it, though. He seems so engrossed as if this is the wedding he has always wanted. You wish it was. 

Your mother even catches you staring, speaking to you with the glare in her eyes. Listen.

You smile sheepishly, returning your attention to the screen. 

The presentation was a solid one hundred for you. They laid out the timeline perfectly, the suppliers were on par with your mother’s taste, the decorations, the designs, the traditional theme, it matched the custom wedding that your kingdom has been having for generations with a little bit of modern incorporation. 

“Thank you so much, young ladies,” Queen Jeon says, smiling at the two. 

It sounds like everything is settled. There’s not much to discuss any further and all you have to do is wait for the actual wedding. You prepare to stand up and leave as the conclusion nears.

“It was lovely,” your mother says genuinely. But, what she says next makes you halt. “The prince and princess will be in close coordination and attend every meeting in the coming weeks.”

What?! 

You and Wonwoo both shout inside your head.

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The Seoul Foundation was founded by your grandfather, the late King, when he discovered the growing educational crisis of the neighboring kingdoms during his reign. Your family takes pride in the educational system that was established in Seoul many years ago. It was effective, efficient, and inclusive. 

Your grandfather, alongside the late Queen, created the Seoul Foundation with the vision that such advancement should not be kept in only one place. The foundation served as the official royal foundation catering to educational, healthcare, disaster relief, and other needs not only in Seoul but to neighboring kingdoms as well. 

You have worked closely in the foundation as a volunteer ever since you were in high school. More so when you graduated from law school and passed the bar examination. The foundation has given you a sense of purpose that cannot be comprehended with just words. Your participation gives you the fulfilment your heart truly desires. 

And now, Prince Wonwoo wants to be part of it. 

Well, you could really use a doctor for the other healthcare related projects the foundation is holding. It doesn’t sound so bad. It would even do your reputation as a couple good. 

But, that’s not the point! You scold yourself. 

You’re just feeling a little shy because this is your zone. And if it wasn’t obvious enough, you have this long-time crush on Wonwoo. You’re afraid to make a joke on yourself with just one slip up. 

“What has gotten Her Highness deep in thought?” 

Yoon Jeonghan, the Executive Director of Seoul Foundation, made his presence known with his teasing voice. You’re already looking up to him when he gives your door exactly three knocks. He always does this just to tease you. For such a remarkable lawyer and director of the foundation, he can’t help but be a menace. 

“Nothing,” you lie and pretend to type on your keyboard when the monitor’s screen is obviously pitch black.

Jeonghan grins, plopping down on one of your vacant chairs. “I heard from the halls that His Highness, Prince Wonwoo, is stopping by to submit a resume.”

You grimace before glaring at him. “It’s not funny.”

“But surely, it’s the truth?” He asks, raising an expectant eyebrow from you. 

“I’m sure the royal order has been transmitted already,” you say with a deep sigh. 

“Probably,” Jeonghan reaffirms and stands up. “I still have one envelope from His Majesty I haven’t opened.”

Now, he’s really teasing you. “Could you get out? Please?”

Jeonghan chuckles at your gritted teeth. “I’ll call for you when he arrives. No special treatment, though.”

You throw the newspaper on your table at him.

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Wonwoo was set to arrive at around lunch time, as per Jeongyeon’s information. She has stayed in contact with Mingyu, whom she prefers to formally call Mr. Kim, so that it’s not so hard to keep track with His Highness schedule. For most of it, you’re sure your mother gave strict orders to her as well. 

But, plans were changed when Wonwoo had to stop by the Palace when the King called. That’s why he was running a bit late. Everyone who anticipated his arrival proceeded with lunch as usual and just waited for him in the next hours. It made you laugh to see their saddened faces. Not as a form of mockery, but more as a wow. Prince Wonwoo can still make everyone swoon. And you can’t believe you’re one of them. 

Your days at the foundation go by normally. You handle most of the legal matters. Contracts and agreements are your top priority in making sure that they uphold the laws of the kingdom and the parties adhere to the terms. This is to ensure that granting processes are smooth, effective, and transparent. 

But, on this particular day after eating lunch, you feel a little bit queasy. The lunch served was delicious and you actually had a big meal. You can’t seem to pinpoint what could possibly go wrong with the food. You noticed everyone to be looking fine. 

You decided to ignore the churning inside your stomach and chug the water from your coffee mug. It will probably go away soon. You could be just full. Or maybe, you’re just uneasy and nervous because of Wonwoo. 

I guess it all boils down to him, you figured. 

If you’re being honest with yourself right now, you don’t even know how you will act when Wonwoo arrives. You don’t even know how you will act with Wonwoo when he arrives. Royal couples are not expected much to act all “coupley.” But, it wouldn’t hurt to have some chemistry, right?

Now, your head is starting to hurt. 

You should pitch in some acting classes with him. In that way, you guys could loosen up and not look like a literal arranged marriage couple. Which you both are, but trying not to look like it would help convince the public.

You could use some coffee at this point. You stood up to go to the office’s shared pantry, but it seemed to be the wrong move as your vision blurred and legs weakened. 

What the hell? Your head was still able to voice out in complaint. You stand up again and hold on to your table for support. Slowly, you take a step. However, as you take each step, the light in your line of vision starts to dim and now you’re breathing hard in panic. 

“Jeongyeon,” you could barely speak, but you still attempted in the hopes that she could hear you. 

You try to walk to the door faster, but the door is appearing far when it’s just right there. Your whole body heats up and starts to sweat profusely. Still, you continue walking. 

Before your hand could reach for the knob, you hear a knock before seeing it twist and the door to your office finally opens. You hoped to breathe a sigh of relief, but your body failed you.

It was quick. Your legs gave out in seconds and no matter how hard you tried to remain standing, your consciousness was slipping away. Your eyes closed shut in an instant as you fell. You could only feel the arms that caught you and the voice that shouted for your name.

They were all familiar. 

Then, everything went dark and silent.

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Jeongyeon was quick to act, immediately grabbing her phone and dialing the designated emergency number for the royal family. It didn’t take two rings for the operator to answer. 

“This is the Seoul Medical Center, how can I help you?” The other line speaks.

But before Jeongyeon could respond, her phone was snatched away from her. Her mouth drops open when she sees Mingyu, the Mr. Kim, hands the phone down to Wonwoo’s outstretched hand while his other hand cradles your back to keep you up, providing initial assessment of your condition. 

“This is Jeon Wonwoo and I am calling from the Seoul Foundation. I am requesting an immediate medical transport to Seoul Medical Center for a member of the royal family. Patient is stable, however, unconscious and needs to be properly assessed in a hospital.”

Wonwoo did not give the operator the opportunity to respond back and ask further questions. He returns the phone back to Jeongyeon without looking her way, only looking at you and your expression of discomfort. You're sweating and holding on to your belly, showing signs of aching. 

Standing by his side, Jeongyeon confirms to the operator all the remaining details needed for your prompt transport. 

“Y/N?” Wonwoo calls for you and gently taps your right cheek. “Can you hear me?”

“Your Highness!” Jeongyeon screams in relief as she sees you slowly open your eyes. Beside her, Mingyu jumps in surprise, but immediately puts his composure back. 

“An ambulance is on its way. Please hold on a little bit longer,” Wonwoo tells you, his tone of voice comforting. “Can you tell me what you ate earlier?”

In a daze, you frown with what’s happening around you. What does food have to do with all of this? Are you on the floor? Is Wonwoo holding me on the floor? Your thoughts are running wild, but you can’t seem to speak any word.

“Uh, at lunch we all had the same food,” Jeongyeon filled Wonwoo with helpful details she could remember. “There was some seaweed soup, meat, and mixed vegetables.”

You could only nod, frantically. What could possibly be making you sick like this?

“How are you feeling, Jeongyeon?” Wonwoo had to ask, eliminating what could be causing your sickness one by one until he found a conclusion.

“I’m okay, Your Highness,” Jeongyeon answers, her voice guilty despite the good news. “Everyone else here is not sick at all.”

You sigh in relief. You’re glad it’s just you. But your body is quick to recoil, your stomach hurting and churning. 

Wonwoo keeps holding you. “It’s okay. I got you.”

You wish to thank him, but the queasiness in your stomach keeps building up and you grow restless. You try pulling away from him, wanting to stand up and run to the bathroom. Tears well up in your eyes as Wonwoo stops you from moving any further. Your sweat is cold and your head is dizzy.

“What is it?” Wonwoo asks, concerned. 

You shake your head in an attempt to communicate, but he just couldn’t get it. Against your will, your throat tightens and you heave. For the last time, you tried pushing Wonwoo away. 

But, you’re one second too late.

You vomit on Wonwoo’s chest, staining his white button down.

This is the most embarrassing moment of your life and you could bid your goodbyes now. However, to your surprise, Wonwoo doesn’t move an inch. You raise your head and meet his eyes, still looking at you with unwavering concern. 

“Feeling better?” He asked calmly, as if you didn’t just projectile vomit on him. 

Your lips tremble and your eyes water. “I’m sorry.”

Wonwoo only nods, understanding your situation. 

Suddenly, you hear the sounds of running footsteps and wheels rolling.

“You can close your eyes,” Wonwoo whispers in your ear as the paramedics near. “It’s okay, we’ll be there when you open them.”

You silently nod and follow his advice. Your vomit smells terrible and you don’t know how Wonwoo is so unfazed by it. He holds you close to his chest, all the while avoiding the part where you vomited. 

This is the first time you have been close with the Crowned Prince of Changwon, Jeon Wonwoo. It’s quite a memorable one. And an embarrassing one, unfortunately.

This could also be your last too, no one knows.

But, at this moment, nothing else mattered. For now, you close your eyes and let him take care of you. You let him tell the paramedics what happened. You let him give permission to transfer you on the stretcher and finally take you to the hospital. 

For once, Wonwoo was more than willing enough to do something for you.

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Update Schedule:

May 31, 2025 - Chapter Two May 17, 2025 - Chapter One May 3, 2025 - Prologue April 30, 2025 - Teaser/Preview

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