A World of our Own | K.TH *COMPLETED*

Princess

"I love you too."

My heart skips a long, painful beat as the familiar voice stops me right in my tracks.

No.

This couldn't be. My mind had to be playing some kind of trick on me— there was just no way that he would be..

"What are you waiting for?"

A very; very realistic hand wraps around my waist as it pulls me back, covering the short distance that I'd put between us in a single breath.

My back hits the bed, and my features are still frozen numb as I look up into the dark brown eyes I'd missed more than anything.

This had to be a dream.

He couldn't possibly look more beautiful than this.

"Good morning, princess. I've missed you." He doesn't give me time to react as he pulls me up with a hand, pressing his lips against mine. The sensation sparks the emotions buried deep inside my heart, bringing back memories from four long years ago.

That didn't seem to matter that much anymore. Anything possibly couldn't matter more than this.

"You're awake." I murmur quietly, a smile threatening to split my face in two any moment. "How..."

"I heard you." His voice has become so much clearer— deeper and richer than I'd ever remembered it to be. Every word he speaks seems to electrify the air before it reaches my ears.

"And then I remembered."

He flashes me a crooked grin that might've given me a cardiac arrest if I wasn't still so stunned from his sudden, unexpected awakening. Then I forget all about that as well as his slanted eyes crinkle into beautiful crescents.

Gosh, he looks breathtaking. If I hadn't just observed his awakening from a four year coma, then I would've believed that he was a model fresh out from a magazine.

And as soon as my numbness wears off, delight and deathly concern replaces the blank emotion.

"V! Don't move— oh my gosh, if you exert yourself and go back to another coma for four more years, then I'm actually going to murder you. Stay put!"

He seems to think my reaction is so amusing as I rush to call the doctor. I couldn't waste this precious chance— I could never live with myself if this was some short break before he went into another long coma.

The doctor practically runs into the room just a few seconds after I've called him, a scalpel clutched in his hand and a stethoscope hanging from his neck. His mouth drops open at V as a wave of nurses and PAs join the doctor's stunned state as well.

"Hello."

At V's uncertain greeting, the doctor seems to snap out of his brief trance. He hurries over to the monitor, checking V's vitals and his heartbeat. I watch worriedly as the few agonizing seconds pass by in a tense silence.

Please.

"He's good to go," The doctor confirms, eyes relaxed with relief. "I've never seen anything like—"

I interrupt the doctor's muse with a delighted squeal, an incomprehensible noise bordering between the tweet of a bird and whatever sound a squirrel makes.

Before anyone can stop me, I jump into V's bed, smothering him with more hugs and kisses than I'd ever given him before. While usually I'd be very self-conscious of all the people watching me, I couldn't care less at the moment.

He was awake, and that was all that mattered.

"I missed you too, princess." He growls, somehow making the low words sound pleasant. I feel his lips press to my forehead quickly before it shifts down to my earlobe again. "But there's people watching."

Right.

Flushing with embarrassment at the lack of self control, I pull away from his grip and throw a blanket over my head. I would absolutely die if I saw them looking at the two of us like it was the cutest thing they'd ever seen in their entire lives. I would just die.

Soon though, I hear footsteps shuffling out the door and the creak of the wood closing behind them. I listen with my breath inside my throat, burning with the need to stare into V's eyes. It'd been so long— and I hadn't gotten a chance to do so. Not yet.

By the time V pokes me in the shoulder, nobody's left watching. They've all left— and I wonder what kind of trick V played to get the anticipating men and women out of here. In the long years I'd gotten to know them, I had learned one thing—

They were stubborn as a mule, and it took absolutely forever to get them to do something that they were reluctant to do.

"So," V's tone is more amused before as he stares deeply into my multicolored irises. Now that I was looking at him face to face, it seemed like all those words that I'd wanted to say had gone somewhere else. I'd imagined this moment a million times over— him looking at me with his eyes open, me with a gigantic smile.

In all of the situations that I'd created, I usually had said something witty— or something that would make him blush. But now, every one of those fictional worlds I'd painted seemed to be something that I couldn't recall. It seemed like nothing more than a faded picture in the background.

What do I say?

Panic twists my mind back and forth, torn with the urge to not say anything stupid and the instinct to just say the first thing that had popped up in my mind, which unsurprisingly sounded stupid.

So yes, I was debating whether or not to be stupid.

V seems to observe me for a long minute before breaking into the widest smile I'd ever seen. His lips curve upwards into a smirk as he flicks the falling strands of my hair away from covering my eyes.

"You haven't changed, Tzuyu. Not one bit."

At his remark, I visibly wince. Even though I'm four years older and now with a label of twenty one instead of seventeen, I can't help but be conscious of my baby cheeks and childlike image. And according to the boys, I hadn't matured a fraction since I'd first met them.

"I don't think you're getting it," He tells me, slanted eyes suddenly going circular with surprise.

"Did I hurt your feelings?"

"No," I mutter sourly, and his expression softens. He clearly knows I'm lying— which was not helping with how I viewed myself. When V realizes I'm giving him halfhearted responses, he sighs deeply.

Then he pulls me back into his arms, another sigh rocking through his body as he kisses me on top of my head.

"Silly girl," V whispers, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"I meant that you still haven't changed from being my sweetly innocent princess."

Severely unedited and cringeworthy— thanks for bearing with me.