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Prompt: #53 for anon – "Why do you hate me?"

Anonymous said:

Hello! Can I request a drabble for Baekho? #53 "Why do you hate me?" If you can find a way to make it a royalty au of some sort, I would melt but if you have another idea that makes more sense or sounds more fun, don't listen to me! Thank you! - Nu'est anon)

Pairing: Kang Dongho x reader

Genre: royal au / romance / friends to lovers

Warnings: none

Word count: 954

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Glancing across the room, you smiled graciously at the man against the wall, though he did not return the gesture. It disgruntled you momentarily, scrunching your face up as you rolled your eyes in an otherwise silent protest. He merely pointed to your company and with a sigh, you spun back to the Baron and Baroness and pasted on another smile.

This one didn't reach right up to your eyes as your last had.

Being the only princess in a royal family with three princes was often a burden. You had no stake in the throne, not that you had ever desired for such a thing. Whilst you were strong-willed, it wasn't something you wished to harness for the greater good of your nation. Call you selfish all they may, but you only dreamed of the removal of status entirely. You wished to retire from the public role of playing dress up for countless state dinners, functions and other politically fuelled events of the royal court. You wanted to roam as free as the butterflies did out in the pasture, to fly as high as you could and see the world without the shackles of acting proper and keeping to timely order. Now that you were no longer a child, your ability to ask for play had been revoked. Your mornings were full of learning, not that you were ever to be expected as intelligent, instead, quaint. Your afternoons spent improving your skills, such as tapestry, sewing, and dance. Once a week you would be fortunate enough to have a ride out across the moors, and only on those excursions did you ever feel as if the wind could tousle your hair enough and have the excuse for it.

"My dear, are you quite alright?" the baroness asked and you nodded, composing yourself to answer as you always did. A princess must always be diplomatic and prompt with a response.

"Of course, I was just contemplating the idea of starting a new quilt. The colder season will arrive soon and I know my father quite enjoys sitting in his study late into the evening."

Everyone marvelled over your avid affection of the King.

You hadn't once been thinking of making the quilt for him. Though you were planning on making it for someone else. Your eyes slipped to the wall again, growing perplexed when the man who stood there previously was now nowhere in sight. It unsettled you, made you uncomfortable to remain standing there talking pleasantries and faking an interest in the lives of these people. When it was possible to retire from the party, you took your farewell effortlessly, dashing out into the foyer of the grand hall and then through to servants quarters. You didn't even stop to knock when you entered his bedroom, the man within spinning around to see you.

And you darted your eyes immediately to the wall. "Oh... well, I was not expecting such an exhibition."

"Nor was I aware I would be in company tonight, Princess."

You grumbled, uncaring of his shirtless predicament and stared back at the man before you with hard eyes. "Must you refer to me as my title? Dongho, I do not know how many times I have asked you to call me by my name. In the very least, you should follow this request when it is just us two."

"The walls may be made of stone, my lady, but I assure you they have ears."

You ducked as if they had eyes as well, shifting closer to hiss at Dongho. "Why did you leave?!"

"Must I stay and endure such a boring spectacle all night long?"

You stomped your foot in petulance. "Yet you leave me to suffer."

"I am not the Princess of this nation."

"No, but you are my bodyguard, Dongho. What will of you if I had been harmed?"

"By what? Another piece of fruitcake conveniently dropped by the baroness in hopes to ruin this gorgeous dress you wear?"

"I'll have you know when she dropped it on my foot last time, it felt as if a rock had fallen upon it!"

You giggled together, a simple reaction yet it meant everything to you. For a moment, your status was removed and you were back to the friends who had grown up playing together out in the pasture chasing butterflies. As soon as the happy sound ceased, you fell back into your roles, you of a princess and he of a guard.

You sighed. "Why do you hate me?"

"That's an odd thing to accuse me of," he mused, giving you a quizzical look. "Tell me of a time where I've shown you any emotion deserving of the title hatred."

"Then, are you jealous?"

"Ardently."

"Of?"

"The suitors who come to greet you these days."

"You're truly jealous?" you repeated, a small smile curling up your lips with delight. Dongho heaved a deep breath before placing his index finger in the middle of your forehead and pushing you gently. "Must you look so wicked?"

"I must. It is not every day that you show me signs."

"Signs? Of jealousy?" he wondered and you shook your head, reaching up to sling your arms around his neck. Dongho visibly flinched but he did nothing to undrape you from around him either.

"Of love. I wondered if you hated me but now I realise it's far from that emotion."

"Y/N, you know this will be forbidden."

You nodded, shifting closer. "Much like everything is to me. Allow me these moments."

"As your guard, is this a request I must follow?"

"As my best friend, this is a confession I hope you will treasure."

Dongho smiled, drawing you in closer. "Always."

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