oneshots for astro!! started: march 4th, 2023. finished: january 14th, 2024.. includes: fluff, maybe angst(?), all sfw!! member x reader. proper spelling & grammar. [this is pure fiction and does not represent the real members or their personalities...
╔══════════════════╗ YOON SANHA ✎ ix. my prince ╚══════════════════╝
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"You made it." You called out with a smile, standing up once Sanha poked his head through the door hesitantly. Despite you trying to make him feel at home, he was always anxious when he was at the palace, and specifically when he was anywhere with you and the possibility of people.
Because, what if someone saw you two? He would always make that point whenever you wanted to go somewhere. It wasn't like you weren't allowed to date Sanha, because you were. You even had gotten your parents approval just in case Sanha wanted that much— not that you cared. You would date who you pleased.
But Sanha didn't think he could ever compare to you, and if anybody were to see you two together, they would think he was far inferior and he didn't deserve you.
"Are you sure I'm... supposed to be here...?" He whispered, not even wanting to step a foot into the room, though he did want to go kiss you.
You laughed, and it was probably Sanha's favourite sound in the whole world, "Of course you're supposed to be here. Because I want you here, so come closer." You motioned for him to come to you with your hand, and once he did, you hugged him. It seemed to finally work in relaxing him as he hugged you back.
"Why are you so nervous today? You weren't like this yesterday." You whispered into his ear, rubbing your gloved hand up and down his back.
He smiled slightly, "I don't know, I just am. You're... a princess, and I'm just me."
"To me you're a prince, though." You pulled back, smiling widely.
"Really?" He asked, and your heart practically melted.
You nodded, "You're more of a prince than the actual ones I've met."
"Stop, you'll make me blush." He pouted and looked away from shyness, making you grin. Maybe you enjoyed making him flustered a bit too much.
"I don't know if it's your hair, or your outfit, or if it's just you. But you look stunning." He said sincerely, taken away by your gold gown and mesmerising appearance. You kissed him on the cheek for that compliment, showing your thanks in actions and making him blush a bit more.
"Sanha." You murmured, your face still close to his, "There's something I haven't had the chance to do with you yet."
"What is it?" Sanha's brain started pulling up every possible memory of you and him together, trying to find something that you hadn't done with him. You had hugged and kissed and snuck out together. You had almost gotten caught before your parents knew about Sanha. Sanha had given you flowers, and you had given Sanha flowers. And you had even confessed in the most cliche way under the moonlight in the castle garden.
Sanha was confused. What could you possibly want to do with him that you hadn't already?
"I want to dance with you." You said simply.
"I don't know how to dance very well, though." He warned you, a smile creeping on his face at the idea regardless. Dancing with you would feel like a dream to him. "What if I trip on your dress or something?"
You giggled, "I doubt that will happen... but I'm willing to sacrifice a dress if I get the chance to dance with the love of my life." Sanha's heart sped up at your words.
"Okay." He smiled, "What am I supposed to do... like this?" He giggled, fumbling to take your hand and press a kiss to it before asking, "May I have this dance?"
You stifled a laugh at his attempt to be as courteous as possible. It was very endearing to you. These were by far your favourite moments with him; when he was laughing and at ease. Just the two of you— hopelessly in love.
"You may." You smiled, and you positioned your hands, one holding his and one on his shoulder. He slid his hand to hold your waist gently, and you took the lead.
"You lied." You whined, looking at him with a how-dare-you look.
"What did I do?" He asked nervously, still dancing.
You laughed at the fact that he actually got nervous, "You're not a bad dancer at all. Look at you. You're so charming, my prince." You said, the new term of endearment sounding so natural and beautiful coming from you.
"Can you call me that again?" Sanha whispered shyly.
"Yes, my prince." You beamed, and Sanha twirled you around his finger, catching you once again— the charisma flowing out of him and making him ten times as attractive.
"Kiss me." You breathed, urging him to lean forward just a bit. He obliged, allowing you to press your lips to his with purpose. You didn't pull apart for a while, Sanha hugging you close to his body.
"I love you." He murmured once you did pull apart.
