eyes on us; park sunghoon

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## [ eyes on us ] : : park sunghoon. .  ! !

genre: fluff, royalty!au, (kinda) fake dating!au 

word count: 1.5k ! 

warnings: mentions of drinking (obv minors !!! do !!! not !!! drink !!!)

a/n: I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS BUT I REALLY TRIED TO GO WAY OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE !!!!!! i was also supposed to write it kinda medieval-ish,, but meh guess it's kinda modern royalty (?) haha be nice! #lols … and i tried another writing style !!
 

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THE PLANGENT CHIRPS of crickets scatter into the night, intertwined with the muffled blows of the wind which encompassed a calm ambience within the palace balcony. You firmly hold onto your lanky wine glass, swishing it around whilst the liquid lightly gleams under the glistening moonlight.

You inch the drink closer to your lips, taking in a miniscule sip. An aftertaste momentarily follows after, painting your expression with a small grimace. 

Pressing weight onto your elbows, you leaned on the marble railings for support. The corset of your dress was prodding into your ribcage, almost like an impending demise awaiting to crush your bones. The urge of ripping your dress to shreds sounds a bit too enticing than you would rather like to admit.

Palace events were honestly anything but peaceful. It was more of a gold mine of arrogant aristocrats that swarmed the royal grounds, an air of pride swelling within them as they brought a sure warning of imminent havoc along with their presence. Beneath their upturned smiles, incessant chatter, and promising words, there always seemed to be an underlying intention —a gain they deeply desired to acquire. 

With a drawn out sigh, your vision glides to the scenery below, and that's the exact moment you're greeted by a voice that you have been dreading to hear. 

"So, you were really here." The voice echoes from behind you, lingering with a carefree tone. With a turn of your head, you meet eyes with a familiar face. 

Who could the voice belong to other than Park Sunghoon? You inwardly roll your eyes at the sight of his delighted expression as he slowly saunters his way over to you. So much for wanting a breather.

An exasperated sigh pushes its way out of your pinkish lips, brows furrowing in mild confusion at his sudden appearance. "Your Highness, how did you know I was here?" He doesn't bat an eye at your question, only choosing to shrug as his lips contort into a devilish smirk. 

He inches even closer to your figure, almost at peak proximity with you. You swore you could clearly see the pretty eyelashes that laid above his jet black eyes that very moment, along with the multitude of beauty marks scattered across his fair skin, almost mimicking speckles of paint throughout an artist's canvas.

He's gorgeous, you think, taking a moment to appreciate his blessed genetics. 

The prince abruptly snatches the wine glass from your grasp, rendering you speechless and at the same time, perplexed. "I was looking for you in the ballroom earlier, just to find out you weren't there." 

You frown. "It was too stuffy in there, I needed a quick moment to myself." 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You keep your lips pursed, shaking your head. He trains his eyes fixated on your drink, then to the scenery below of the royal garden. 

“I figured, you never did tell me anything concerning your thoughts,” He deduces, a mere laugh escaping his throat. “Still the same as when we were kids.”

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