Rain pelted the empty city streets, neon reflections shimmering across puddles as Y/n clutched her bag tighter, hurrying home from another soul-crushing day at the office. Her mind was half on deadlines, half on the fantasy novel open on her phone—a story she wished she could live instead of endure. A screech of tires pierced the night. Time slowed. She barely had a thought before pain exploded across her body, then nothing.
After many hesitation and confessions, the members decided to share Y/N. Currently, Y/N is dating all of the members. It was finally the members break after doing live concerts and performances. It was currently night time, Y/N and the other members are in the living room relaxing. Y/N is sitting on the couch lazily, with a potato chips on his hand.
Rain poured down the streets of Seoul as Y/N hurried home, clutching her sketchbook and muttering about deadlines. One careless step on the slick pavement, a scream, and the world went black. When she opened her eyes again, she wasn’t in her tiny dorm room, or anywhere she recognized. Silk sheets, towering windows, and a view of a sprawling palace greeted her instead. And then the words hit her like a dagger: “Your Highness, Princess Celestine, the Duke awaits your audience.”