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token of downfall; park jongseong

## [ token of downfall ] : : park jongseong  

genre: duke!jongseong, fluff  

description: love, despite being something that is far from the drift of certainty and assurance, keeps you on your toes, chasing desperately. this is possibly your ultimate downfall, but you never knew the taste of it could be so sweet.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: sorry if some things here aren’t very accurate (the way they address each other, titles, etc.) i only ever picked these things up from the manhwas that i read !! so don’t rely on all the information here ,, anyways enjoy !! 

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Love always builds up to a daunting downfall.

A false illusion, crafted and sweetly interweaved by the human mind. Brimming with fleeting gazes, honeyed words, and mellow kisses. It is driven by the thought of uncertainty, surrounded by vying eyes, waiting to strip you off your initial innocence and youthful approach to love.

Although the repercussions are no mystery, people are still drawn to it, willingly whisking themselves away into the winds of spontaneity. Not even discerning their current predicaments until they have been pricked by the lurking thorns that lie below the enticing roses. 

And you partially can't blame them. Because maybe, your fall is near as well. 

A sudden gush of air breaks through your focus, rendering you off-guard. Then what follows shortly is sudden, mild pain kicking your senses. Before you even realize what has just happened, a drop of red trickles down your nimble finger. 

“Lady [Y/N], it’s time to have supper.” Your maid blurted, trudging closer to you. “Are you still embroidering? You have been at this since noon, I think it’s time you give yourself some rest.” 

Mindlessly, you nod. An acknowledging noise slips its way out of your lips. 

Considering the amount of times you have unconsciously confined yourself in your own space, non-stop embroidering, your maid knows that her words have served as a passing reminder just like any other day, rendering her efforts futile.

She sighs, then eventually takes notice of your wounded finger. "My! Lady [Y/N] does it hurt?" 

You chuckle, reaching for the bandages near your table. "This is a normal occurrence by now, Anne. Don't be too shaken, it's normal for people who are starting to learn embroidery to injure themselves." 

"But your precious hands," At her words you softly chuckle, shaking your head. 

Once she finishes carefully wrapping the bandages around your finger, you briskly pull away, picking up the embroidery frame once again. 

“I can’t really stop you can’t I?” Sighing, she refills your teacup in utter defeat. “Can you at least tell me for whom this is? I’ve never seen you so fixated — well, I mean you are usually very immersed in these activities but I’ve never seen you . . so meticulous with this.” 

Burgundy spreads throughout your cheeks, as well as the increased clamminess of your palms, and your maid notices it very well. “Or is it. . perhaps for someone very special?” 

You gulp. “And who would that be, Anne?” Dismissing her very words, you try to avert your attention back to your embroidery frame. 

“Sir Jongseong, right? From the Park Dukedom?” 

An air of silence.

Your maid stifles a laugh at your flustered self, a huge smile framing her face. “As I thought, that's why you were so focused on this.”