Consumed | ATEEZ Park Seonghwa (Revising)

2:13- Nascent

"Why are you telling me this? Are you thinking of helping me? If so, why? They could hurt your family." My eyebrows furrowed and my tone was stern, as if I was speaking sense into the man before me. Even still, I was grateful for his kindness and hoped it was genuine.

"My family is at risk either way, but even more so if Alyss becomes queen. I also want to help you on my own, I want to make up for all the times I let you get hurt." My eyes widened when he bowed to me, his hands rested on his knees and his hair swayed downwards to the pull of gravity. "Please forgive me." He stood straight again, my head followed him as he rose up.

"Of course I forgive you, it's just hard to believe.." I glanced around, mustering the courage to ask him a question. "So he really did take my purity, didn't he?"

"Yes, he did."

I cut him off before he could apologize or say anything, I heard what I needed to hear, "I figured. I could tell you've been holding this in for a while." As I walked up to him worry exuded from both of our anxious stares. "I believe in you, and I trust you. You're the only royal that hasn't hurt me," I smiled, he blinked and his lips tightened when I put a hand on his upper arm. "I've always looked at you like an older brother, I just wish you wouldn't have avoided me," I chuckled softly, "I always thought you didn't like me."

"No! That was never the case, I was just..-"

"Guilty?" He nodded, and my head tilted to the side. My hand patted his arm before coming down to my side. "I know just how you feel."

••••

Hongjoong sobbed, his face stuffed into Jongho's cape and his hand squeezed the life out of Yeosang's arm. "She looks too beautiful!" He wailed, Yeosang patted his back and Jongho glared at him.

"You do look gorgeous, Y/n. You have the face of a young girl but the aura of a mature woman." Yeosang acknowledged, a smile bloomed against my will. I was glad to see he was becoming normal again.

"I'd be crying too, but Hongjoong's expressing enough emotion for the both of us." Jongho grinned through the pain.

I spun in the liquidy dress, cobalt blue and white were a simple pair. A white corset was tight around the outside to "add some spice". At least that's how Hongjoong put it. "Nevermind that damn corset, get it the hell out of here. You look too grown."

"I like it now though." I pursed my lips and mocked Hongjoong with a stare. "But, why can't Seonghwa come again?"

"I mean he can, it's just tradition that he wait until the ceremony to see your dresses." Yeosang added and walked past the two other men towards me. "Do you like this one? It it good for your opening dress?" Yeosang asked with his deep voice, I listened to his sweet sound with a cheesy smile. I stroked his head, running my hands through his styled hair and I giggled at his reaction. He tried to stay serious, but it was obvious he was fighting a grin with his tensed cheeks.

"Yes, it's perfect. Now for the good stuff!" I clasped my hands together and wiggled in excitement. All three of them had their eyes on me, I felt special and fortunate to be in their gazes. "Let's see what madame prepared for me this time." I easily picked up three heavy plastic packages and walked into the dressing room.

It was quiet, the three men were all stuck in their own heads. Yeosang strictly reminded himself not to have dirty thoughts about his queen. Hongjoong stressed about the attachment ceremony, running over every detail just to make sure it was all perfect. Jongho was worried about the other royals, however. He was enraged and frustrated, he knew they were up to something yet he couldn't do anything about it.

"Do you need any help Y/n? OW-" Hongjoong slapped Yeosang on the arm, whilst sending him a disgusted frown. I couldn't see what was going on, but I could definitely hear it.

"If she needs any help it'll be from me." Hongjoong declared, he stared Yeosang down and smiled at his flustered state.

"I didn't mean it in a weird way!"

"Calm down, Hongjoong's just messing with you." Jongho laughed heartily and patted a slouched over Yeosang on the back.

"I- uh, do need a little help." I waddled out backwards, one arm planted across my chest and the other reached behind my back and pulled up the loose fabric from falling below my waistline. My back was on full display, you could see my raw figure clear as day. Hongjoong would've barely let that slide, but it was the outline of my breasts that crossed the line.

He let out a half squeak half screech crossbreed and ran over to me. He grabbed the fabric and held it together, roughly closing the gap. His neck craned back towards the two bewildered men and shouted, "Close your eyes, or I swear I'll kill you." They immediately obeyed, and Hongjoong let go. "Sorry about that, royal." He shook the fabric to straighten it out before stringing through the loops with the platinum colored ribbon.

"It's fine, what was that for though?" I asked. Hongjoong sighed and I sucked in a breath when he tightened the ribbon.

"It was nothing, I'm just preserving your image is all." Hongjoong worked diligently, since he had lots of practice on me before. I hummed as if I understood what he meant.

Silence filled the room, I mumbled a tune I had stuck in my head while Hongjoong strung and tightened, strung and tightened. "Can I open my eyes now?-"

"No." Hongjoong practically growled, Jongho shrunk back at his response. He tied a neat bow at the bottom, he stood back and admired his work. "Now you can."

I turned around, the fabric was surprisingly light even though there was so much of it. At the top of my chest down into the middle of my stomach were tight ruffles. I thought it made my chest look too big, but Hongjoong once told me that it was because they were large. Perhaps I wasn't used to it because I was usually strapped up tight in training gear. Simple thin straps held up the whole dress. A little further down my shoulders were sleeves that almost reached the floor, long sleeves were also tradition. A pure white cloth ran all the way to the floor and a sheer fabric covered it on the top.

"I love it." I said breathlessly, I lifted my arms and relished the moment.

••••

I have a bigger chest size so I wanted to give my larger girls some attention, all sizes are beautiful don't get me wrong. In middle school, my friends would make fun of my boobs because they'd be all over the place whenever I'd run, like wtf I couldn't help that. I started wearing tight sports bras and it'd hurt a lot after a long day. Idk, just a weird story.