I have yet to realize if love is even worth it. You laugh and you kiss, but then what? You cry, and he leaves. You’re alone again, and this time it’s worse than the time before. Now you know what could be. Now you know what it’s like to be loved, but you realize you weren’t good enough. Maybe one day I’ll find the imperfect, quirky guy who thinks I’m a princess. He’ll love me despite my emotional diseases, and he’ll put up with me because he thinks I’m worth it. Time will stop when we’re together, and when I’m with him, I won’t see anything else. Hopefully one day I’ll be able to define love from experience. Or maybe, maybe at that point it won’t need a definition. Love, after all, is just a feeling.
Could you do a KBTBB headcanon where the guys find out that MC is actually a princess in a foreign country and she hid it from them?