- Royal !¡ au
- ❝ Haven't changed a bit, have you?
Still pretending to be untouchable. ❞
- ❝ You're hardly worth
my attention, Hongjoong. ❞
Ended : 28/01/24
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In the hush of her room, Yuna found herself immersed in the pages of her high school photobook.
The soft glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm hue, enveloping her in a cocoon of memories.
As she traced the photographs with her fingertips, one particular image drew her attention, unleashing a flood of recollections.
The picture encapsulated a moment from their high school days— a prestigious realm of rivalry, banter, and unspoken competitions.
Yuna, engaged in animated conversation with Nayeon, strolled through the illustrious halls of the royal high school.
Suddenly, the tranquil ambiance shattered as cold coffee splattered onto Yuna's uniform, an intentional act that left no room for doubt.
She felt the liquid seep through the fabric, a chilling reminder of the orchestrated incident.
Without glancing up, Yuna knew the mastermind behind this mischief was none other than Kim Hongjoong.
As she looked up to see Hongjoong, wearing a mocking smile, feigned innocence. "Oh, sorry, princess. My hand slipped."
Yuna, maintaining her composure, returned the smile. "No worries. Accidents happen."
About to go on her way, swiftly, she retaliated with a slap, leaving him momentarily stunned.
"Oh, sorry. My hand slipped too." Yuna said, with a mocking smile, satisfied at the prince's stunned expression.
The grand hallway transformed into a stage where every student became an unwitting audience to their ongoing rivalry.
San and Iseul, interrupted in between conversation exchanged amused glances as they looked over to of Yuna and Hongjoong's dynamic.
Nayeon, Yuna's ever-loyal friend, shot Hongjoong a disapproving look before turning her attention to Yuna.
"What's your problem?" she muttered, accompanying her friend to the bathroom to address the aftermath of the coffee assault.
Meanwhile, Hongjoong, nursing the sting from the unexpected slap, scoffed to himself. His fingers traced a faint cut left by Yuna's ring, a silent testament to the enduring clash of their high school days.
In the quiet of her room, years later, Yuna reflected on the audacious confrontations that shaped their past.
The echoes of rivalry reverberated through the pages of her photobook, a testament to the intricate dance between two individuals destined to cross paths.
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