A modern day woman awakens in Joseon.
But's not like the Joseon she remembers from the history books. Or even the dramas.
And when she discovers some men with familiar faces, she's not sure if she'll ever want to return.
Her life in the 21st century...
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"...Do you know BTS?"
His eyes meet mine.
I would like to say I'm able to keep my composure.
However, I would be totally lying.
My hand flies to my mouth as I have to swallow back a squeak of surprise. I have to fight with all of my might to suppress every fangirl impulse that I'm having. My knees lock in order to prevent me stumbling back on my ass.
Because the Kim Seokjin is looking straight at me.
Daebak.
The thousands of photos I have of him in my phone do not do in-the-flesh bare-faced in-full-hanbok Jin any justice. I'm not sure if I can handle it.
He lowers his eyes once more as he speaks. I'm sort of relieved when he does. The direct eye contact was far too much for my poor heart, but I also immediately miss having that connection.
"Forgive me, Your Royal Highness." He responds and I'm mesmerized by the way his lips pout as he forms the words. It's one thing to see in videos, a whole different thing seeing so up close and personal. His voice is the exact same, even when he's using the most formal kind of antiquated speech. "I don't understand..."
Oh, shit well of course he wouldn't. I just spoke in English. A phrase any Army would know, yet... he shows no sign of recognition.
It's all the proof I need. This can't actually Bangtan Seoyeondan's Jin. There's no way he wouldn't get that reference if he was.
So I guess, like me, he must be some sort of doppelganger...
"Ahh... that?" I rub the back of my neck nervously, not knowing what to do with my hands. "...it doesn't matter, don't worry about it." I hurriedly explain, waving my hands in front of me.
He peeks up at me through his lashes and I hiccup.
The fuck is wrong with me? I tap on my chest, utterly embarrassed. I realise that I must be making a terrible first impression. I barely have control over myself. He may just be the spitting image of Jin but he's still just so damn attractive and he's right in front of me!
Those bold straight brows...
That perfect, round nose...
With those high cheek bones and lovely squishable cheeks...
I don't hear Jo-Sanggung approach, so her voice startles the shit out of me. Funnily enough, I notice that Jin flinches as well.
"Your Royal Highness," she informs me in a hushed voice, "we must proceed."
I'd completely forgotten that other people existed. More witnesses to my awkward fangirl fumbling and not-at-all princess-like behaviour. And there's still a long line of men that I have to get through by the end of today. Most have travelled in from all over the country, so it's not like I can postpone it.
