Yo, what's good. I doubt many of ya'll will read this but if you are, I love ya. I recently noticed that I exhausted the HakYona fan fiction library. I've read all the good ones and the... Not so good ones. Lemme tell you, it's much more fun to read than to write I think. But, I'm doing my part to contribute so I hope you will enjoy and think about adding more fics to the library for everyone else also! Hope ya like this!

"Would you go back to the way things were?"

The wind stung as it whipped across his wound. His mind was already rendered blank by the princess bandaging the cut he had received earlier that day, and now he had to answer her philosophical questions? Being the attendant for a curious princess was no easy task. Although, he had to admit that there was an obvious answer to this question. Fearing the complications of explaining himself, he flipped the question onto the interviewer.

"Would you, princess?"

The girl loosened her grip on the bandages she was applying and let her hands fall into her lap. She fiddled with her fingers for a moment, eyebrows creasing in a sort of frustrated pose.

"Well, no," she raised her eyes to his. The question, though elaborate, had a simple answer for her as well.

"And why is that?"

"I didn't think- I didn't want to think of the world beyond the castle. Never once did I hear of the troubles that the people of my country were facing. It has to be corrected, and I have to be the one leading Kouka. Right now, the dragons and Hiryuu, the path that I'm on feels right. Comparing it to my life before, there's no way I could go back."

Hak's heart beat at a dangerous rate. The look in Yona's eyes stirred him in a familiar way.

"You still haven't answered me," the princess prodded him.

"No, I wouldn't go back," he replied without displaying a hint of emotion.

She looked at him with a glint in her eyes, hoping to receive an explanation. If Hak had to admit one thing, it was that she knew how to get some sort of response out of him. She was quick to prevail, he was quicker to hold himself back.

"If I was in the castle, I'd never know the delight that is Yoon's cooking," the cheeky smile on his face betrayed any semblance of seriousness to his answer.

Yona playfully punched him in protest, "Oh come on, I gave you my reason."

The truth was that he would never go back. Hak dreaded his own reasoning, yet he was unable to deny how he felt. Everything was planned out during his time in the castle, the worst part being his own acceptance of this plan. Yona was to marry Soo-Won, he was to live his life protecting the both of them. His own love for the princess seemed like a distant dream, but that dream was closer and closer to being realized than it ever could have been. Hak was watching the princess grow every day, falling more in love with her as she moved forward. He couldn't wish for life to go back to the way it was, even if it was only due to his selfish desire.

Intently waiting for Hak to answer her, the princess drew closer to him. He wanted her. The suppressed urges, hidden feelings, close encounters, never would those had been a reality in their past lives. It was exhausting, but he was sure that he'd worked his way into her heart, even if she didn't know it yet. The boy had known for a long time that she was the one he wanted, and finally she had looked at him the way that she looked at her past love. It was all so slow, but each moment, each realization was priceless. Each "joke" and "prank" was unraveling itself, revealing the true extent of how he felt. He had to wonder how much longer it'd be until little, naïve Yona put the pieces together.

"Hak?" His vision refocused on the girl right in front of him. She was practically in his lap, looking a bit too intently at what seemed to be his lips. There was no time to react, to repress, in fact, he didn't have to. She was the one to lay her lips on his, a chaste and fleeting kiss. Though short, it was enough to send an army of butterflies to his stomach and make his heart leap into his throat.

The beast had been beaten, he couldn't believe it. His face grew warm as he collected himself. He wouldn't lose again.

"I- I must've gone crazy, I'm sorry. I probably have a fever or somethi-"

He smothered her words with his lips, taking her face in his hands to desperately collide. If this was a dream, he didn't want it to end. He peaked from under his lids to discover a blushing beauty, taken aback by his gesture. Quickly adapting, Yona threaded her hands behind his neck. Gently pushing him against the tree behind him, she shifted on top to reach his lips with ease.

Hak had other ideas, sitting up to run his hands through her disheveled hair. Hypnotized by his actions, she let him lay gentle kisses upon her neck. He began to suck upon her jawline, holding her in place by her hips. A whimper escaped her upon feeling the wet warmth of his tongue.

Placing her hands upon his chest, she steadied her dizzy mind. The thunder beast was frenzied, working his hands up and down her waist. Slowly, she pressed herself against him to capture his lips, only meeting hesitation when he groaned. Again, she attempted to push herself forward, this time feeling a hardness at his base.

"Yona-"

Breath quaking, he held her back, unable to meet her gaze. Now was not the time to push his luck, despite his primal desire to continue. A dark part of him wanted to feel her, hear her moan his name, but a nagging voice kept him from loosing himself.

"Now I'm the one going crazy," he chuckled as they both began to regain composure. He took her into his arms, allowing her to rest her head on his uninjured shoulder.

"I'm still waiting for your complete answer," Yona spoke with a tinge of pink remaining on her cheeks.

Hak hummed in thought. A smirk formed as he figured. Perhaps the reason was as plain and simple as the answer.

"I'd never get to know this side of Yona if I went back to the way things were."