oneshots for seventeen!! started: march 4th, 2023. finished: january 14th, 2024.. includes: fluff, angst, all sfw!! member x reader. proper spelling & grammar. [this is pure fiction and does not represent the real members or their personalities] 🤎
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╔══════════════════╗ JOSHUA HONG ✎ xii. fairytales aren't real ╚══════════════════╝
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"You'll ask me to dance at the ball tomorrow, right?" You said happily, smelling one of the fragrant roses in the palace garden. Joshua tailed behind you, nerves building up in the pit of his stomach the longer he spent with you, but fortunately, you didn't seem to notice.
"Of course." He smiled and you turned around to look at him. He could only see pure love and joy in your face, and it made him all the more guilty.
He shouldn't have even let this go on for this long and given you false hope. There was just no way a prince like him could end up with someone like you. You weren't poor, but you were of the middle class, high enough to maybe marry a palace official or guard, but certainly not a member of the royal family. No one would allow it.
Joshua was glad that you didn't seem to catch onto his anxiousness, nor did you know that he was partially lying to try to spare your heartbreak. Though, maybe that was a bad thing, Joshua thought. Maybe it would be better to break it to you now so you would at least hear it from him instead of his actions. He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking of possible ways the upcoming ball could go and what the best thing to do was.
He pictured you walking through the doors with your gorgeous smile, adorning an elegant ball gown and looking more radiant than ever. He saw himself walking towards you, masquerade mask on just for show. It wouldn't do much, as everyone there would already know who he was. Who could miss the crown prince anywhere? He would take your hand and lead you to the centre of the room, the music would play, and he would start dancing with you with everyone watching. They would watch as he ended the dance with a dip and then kissed you. Then there would be cheers from the crowd and aww's as everyone saw how good you looked by his side. He would look up to the throne and see his father smile as well, giving him an affirmative nod.
But, no. That was all laughably unrealistic. Only in fairytales would something like that happen. Joshua sighed. If only his dreamlike sequence of the ball could become reality. He desperately wanted that, more than anything else in the world. But he wasn't naive enough to think it was an actual possibility. He wasn't being pessimistic, he was just being sensible, he told himself.
"-Shua?"
"Huh?" He shook off his thoughts and looked up again, putting on a smile as best he could. You only called him by that nickname when you really wanted to get his attention. He hadn't ever told you, but he felt as if he fell in love with you all over again whenever you said it.
"You were really stuck in your thoughts just then, weren't you? I called you like 5 times." You smiled amusingly, finding him to be the cutest in the world, especially when his face was scrunched up in thought, lips pouting slightly as if they were begging to be kissed.
