crescent. kim hongjoong ✓

nine

The elegant dining room was filled with the clinking of silverware and the soft murmur of conversation as the royal family sat down for dinner. Yuna's mother, Jihye, cleared her throat, signaling the beginning of an unexpected revelation.

"Yuna," her mother began, her gaze unwavering, "you'll be organizing a charity event in New York City."

Yuna glanced up from her plate, caught off guard by the sudden announcement. She nodded slowly, processing the information. "Alright, a charity event. I can do that."

Her mother continued, "But, Yuna, there's one more thing. You'll have a partner for this venture."

Yuna raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "A partner? Who?"

Queen Jihye took a deep breath, her expression almost apologetic. "Oh, just Kim Hongjoong."

Yuna's fork paused mid-air, and she stared at her mother in disbelief. "Excuse me? Did my ears deceive me? Kim Hongjoong?"

Jihye sighed, sensing the tension building. "Yuna, I know it's unexpected, but you need to consider your role as the future queen. It's crucial for you to establish connections, and this partnership serves that purpose."

The 23 year old, frustrated, put her fork down with a clatter. "Mom, how can you even say yes to that? A few days ago, you were adamant about staying away from Hongjoong."

The queen rubbed her temples, trying to quell the rising tension. "I'm not asking you to marry him, Yun. It's just a partnership for the event. You won't get romantically involved with him anyway."

Yuna stared at her mother, torn between frustration and the realization that her duties as a royal were becoming increasingly complex.

As her frustration lingered in the air as her mother, Jihye, observed the turmoil on her daughter's face. Sensing the need for diplomacy, Jihye decided to present the next facet of the royal responsibilities.

"In addition to the charity event," Jihye began cautiously, "we also need you to organize an art exhibition in New York. It's essential for the royal family's image."

Yuna's eyes widened, disbelief and exasperation etched on her face. "An art exhibition too? Mom, are you serious right now?"

Her mother nodded, her tone firm. "Yuna, it's vital for the royal family to make a lasting impression. The art exhibition will enhance our cultural standing. You're the perfect person to oversee this."

Yuna sighed, her mind grappling with the sudden imposition of duties. "Mom, I get it, but why involve Hongjoong? There are plenty of capable people who can assist with these events. Why him?"

Jihye hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "Kim Hongjoong is well-connected, and this collaboration will strengthen diplomatic ties. It's a strategic move, Yuna, and you need to think beyond personal grievances."

Yuna, reluctantly understanding the political implications, ran a hand through her hair. "Fine, but after this, I'm done. No more surprises, no more unexpected partnerships."

Jihye nodded, appreciating Yuna's compromise. "I understand, Yuna. Once these events are over, you can focus on your own pursuits. We'll ensure you're back in time for Nayeon's sister's wedding."

As the royal dinner continued, the weight of Yuna's new responsibilities settled, signaling a shift in her journey—one that would test not only her resilience but also her ability to navigate the intricate web of royal expectations.