Song Recommendation: "Talking to the Moon" - Bruno Mars
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The Palace
Sunghoon stands at the balcony, staring at the night sky. The moon is full tonight, bathing the palace in silver light. The air is cold, but he barely feels it. His fingers grip the stone railing as if holding on to something unseen-something slipping through his grasp.
His mind is a mess. He can still feel Jake's presence, lingering like a ghost in his thoughts. The warmth of his touch, the softness of his voice, the way his eyes had looked at him-as if he was the only thing that mattered.
But none of it matters now.
Because tonight, everything changed.
"You will marry."
His father's voice had been firm, his expression unwavering. The council had already decided. The kingdom needed alliances. A wedding was inevitable.
Sunghoon had known this day would come.
But why did it have to come now?
Why did it have to come when he had just started to believe-when he had just allowed himself to think that maybe, just maybe, he and Jake could have had a future?
"Maybe it doesn't."
"But maybe it's worth something."
Jungwon's words replay in his mind, but they feel so distant now, like an echo from a life that no longer belongs to him.
He should have fought harder. He wanted to fight harder.
But a prince does not get to choose.
He exhales, shoulders slumping.
Above him, the moon hangs in the sky, silent and unyielding.
"Do you think he hates me?" he whispers. His voice is barely audible, carried away by the wind before it can reach anyone's ears.
But he knows the truth.
Jake doesn't hate him.
Jake will never hate him.
And that makes it so much worse.
Because if Jake hated him, it would mean he was willing to let go.
But Sunghoon knows he isn't.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
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Beyond the Palace Walls
Jake sits on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. The sky stretches endlessly before him, the moon shining down like a quiet spectator to his pain.
His hands tremble in his lap. He clenches them into fists, trying to stop the shaking, but it doesn't help.
The news had come so suddenly, so brutally, that he had barely been able to breathe when he heard it.
"Prince Sunghoon is to be wed."
The words had felt like a dagger to his chest.
He had been so close-so close to believing in something real, to believing that despite the world's cruelty, despite the weight of duty and expectation, Sunghoon would choose him.
But Sunghoon never had a choice.
Jake knows that.
He's always known that.
And yet, it still hurts.
The pain is unbearable, suffocating. He had let himself hope, had let himself want-and now, he's paying the price.
"Why did you let me believe?" he whispers, his voice breaking.
Tears blur his vision, but he doesn't let them fall. He can't.
Because if he starts crying, he might never stop.
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The Moon Stands Witness
Far apart, yet bound by something neither of them can name, two souls whisper to the same moon.
"Do you think he still loves me?"
"Do you think he ever did?"
The answers do not come.
Only the silence remains.
Sunghoon closes his eyes.
Jake does the same.
Neither of them sleeps that night.
And the moon, ever watchful, listens to their unspoken words.
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Your Highness
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Your Highness | Jakehoon
Historical FictionA Prince and A noble, aren't meant to be. #1 in Hoonjake #1 in parksim #15 in Sungjake
