this book is filled with imagines and one-shots with k-idols, actors/actresses and ulzzangs with beautiful black women.
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• all (not really) lowercase
□ started: October 24, 2018
■ended: May 29, 2019
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⚠ FINAL ⚠
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- Vernon -
. . .
It has been only a couple of months since you've told Hansol about your pregnacy and things were going pretty well. Your baby is growing healthy and is on it's way only in a couple of weeks.
Also, you've been able to hide your belly since. Using some treys of meals and cleaning supplies, things have been going really swell for you.
Or so you though.
It was the night the king had return and there was a large dinner. It seemed to be a bit weord since it wad just, the king, Jennie and Hansol but you continued you work.
. . .
While the other maids cooked the feast, Hansol, slowly walks inside the kitchen.
Smiling at one of the maids, who was stirring a pot of stew, "My I try some?" He asks politely. The maid smiled at him as she alows him.
Savoring the flavor, Hansol smirked at the plan in his head.
"The king is going to love it. But, could add a bit more salt, please."
The maid obeyed, "Yes, my prince."
As she walks away, Hansol quickly added some drops of poison in the pot. Smelling the bitter fume.
Just in time as one of the maids came back with the salt, adding just another pinch into the pot as well. Scooping some up, she hands it to Hansol, "Would you like some more, my prince?"
"Oh, no thank you, madam. I have to save some for the acutal dinner. But, be sure to give me some stew from the other pot" Hansol refuses, kindly. The maid nods.
And as he was about to walk out, "Oh, and please don't try the stew...It's for the king." He mumbles the last sentence as he walks out of the kitchen and to the dinner table, sitting next to Jennie, who stared blankly at him before giving him a fake smirk.
Hansol started blankly as well before you walked out of the kitchen with a trey of the stew.
"Here you go, my king" you siad politely. The king stares, "My dear Y/N...you look awfully overweight. What did I tell you about eating all those beignets, the are for the guests only!" The king fusses as you hung you head in shame, hearing Jennie's giggle in the background.
