Title: distantly remembering
Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/Reader
Summary: Two members of two kingdoms decided to date one another, but they had to wait until marriage to display any sort of affection. What will the impatient prince Kwon Jiyong do in this situation?
The soft swing of the liquid that filled his cup was enough to show the colors of the drink, a little bit on the darker violet side and the shade contrasted a lot with the white silk that was under Jiyong’s hands in case he dropped something. His lips twisted once he tasted the sangria that was on said cup and he looked around the ballroom, seeing a few people dancing with one another as he sat there, waiting for someone to arrive and make conversation with him. His eyes dart towards the groups of people that wore dresses that were too puffy for his liking or suits that fitted nicely, looking like a better version of themselves and between them, he sees her sitting on her at her own table, biting the inside of her cheek when one of the kings was talking to her in a language she couldn’t understand. The small trembling of her eyebrows as well as the continuous nods that followed every sentence the king said made him laugh. Jiyong was seeing his future wife there and it could be said that the two were in a relationship, but they were too far away from each other to even call it that way.
Their parents had agreed to their decision of picking who they wanted to date and decided that they had to marry as soon as the pair turned eighteen, but they declined every sense of affection between the two, pulling them apart until the marriage happened. Jiyong couldn’t say he didn’t even get a kiss once, he had been able to steal one or two kisses when the two passed by each other in those types of parties, but she was working with her duties as a princess in a land not too far away and he was doing the same thing as well. Whilst the two were three hours away from one another, they saw each other quite frequently and talked about anything, but they were often seen by the butlers that took care of them. Jiyong could barely hold her hand without seeing a butler shaking his head at the young man and he scoffed all the times that said thing happened. He stood up from his seat on the empty table as he walked through the groups of people until he finally reached her, seeing her widened gaze once a question was sent her way and she couldn’t answer.