- 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 fading light of the city, Yuna and Hongjoong found themselves standing in front of the familiar art studio, its windows revealing a soft glow from within. Hongjoong inserted the key, turned it, and opened the door, welcoming them into a haven that held countless memories.
"I didn't expect her to react like that," Yuna confessed, her voice laden with the weight of recent events.
Hongjoong, unlocking the door to their shared sanctuary, looked at her and shrugged, "Parents have their own ways of reacting. Mine weren't exactly thrilled either."
As they stepped into the studio, the soft hum of the city outside gave way to the quiet embrace of their creative haven. Hongjoong turned on the lights, casting a warm glow on the canvases that bore witness to their journey.
"Did your mom ask you to break up with me?" Yuna questioned, her eyes searching for reassurance.
Hongjoong, meeting her gaze, smiled gently, "Yes, but like you, I wasn't going to do it."
His smile became a balm to Yuna's unsettled heart. She wrapped her arm around his torso, pressing her head against his chest, finding comfort in his steady presence. Hongjoong, sensing her need, embraced her, creating a cocoon of understanding.
"We knew it wouldn't be easy," Hongjoong began, his voice a soothing melody, "but we were in this together, right, Princess?"
Yuna, nestled against his chest, nodded in agreement, her voice a whisper, "Always, Joong."
In the quietude of the art studio, amidst the colors and strokes of their shared creations, Yuna and Hongjoong found solace.
As Yuna and Hongjoong stood embraced in the heart of their art studio, the fading light of the city outside cast a warm glow on the canvases that surrounded them.
The soft hum of the city became a distant melody as they found solace within the walls of their sanctuary.
"I wish it had all been sorted out between us before Nayeon's sister's wedding," Yuna confessed, her voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and longing.
Hongjoong, holding her close, looked down at her with a gentle smile, "Me too, Princess. It would have been perfect if we could have attended the wedding together, hand in hand, with no shadows of uncertainty."
The studio, filled with the echo of their dreams and aspirations, became a haven where their shared journey unfolded on the canvas of life.
The artwork on the walls bore witness to their love, each stroke a testament to the intricacies of their emotions.
In the intimate glow of the art studio, Yuna looked up at Hongjoong with a softness in her eyes. "I love you," she whispered, the words carrying the weight of unspoken emotions.
Hongjoong, his smile deepening, responded, "I love you too, Princess."
The studio, illuminated by the warmth of their love, became a space where unspoken feelings found their voice.
Their smiles broadened, and with a shared understanding, Hongjoong gently leaned forward, joining their foreheads.
It was a silent affirmation, a gesture that spoke volumes about the depth of their connection. In that quiet moment, surrounded by their creations and the soft hum of the city outside, Yuna and Hongjoong reveled in the simplicity of love.
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