kael

@andihiyat pengen banyak duit, pengen punya usaha sendiri, dan dilancarkan segala urusan

Karna omongan adalah doa. Lu lagi pengen apa sekarang?

butuh au wanseong yang banyakkk, infokan au nyaa

#perfectcrown when the prince takes over huiju’s phone… 🤳

@dudhdksla spill au nyaa ka

Aku bacain AU nya #wanseong makin galaw aaa

lanjuttttt 😻😻😻😻

5. Light : her pov Dark : his pov

@shinjaava lanjutkannn, sukaa nihhh

#wanseong au ian (Wooseok) x huiju (IU) - gombal

Perfect Crown Webnovel Episode 7: One Who Cannot Be Defeated On the day of the friendly match, Huiju woke up without her alarm. She couldn't hide her childlike excitement. Usually, when preparations were perfect, nervousness didn't kick in—excitement surged instead. The past few days had been practically indistinguishable from the life of an athlete. Morning and night, she cut down on meal times to practice real matches with Jeongwoo, and she dashed between lecture halls without a care for appearances. It was all to build the stamina needed to draw a bowstring for an hour straight without tiring. Seeing this one day, Seong Tae-ju had mocked her, asking, "Is your dream to be a national athlete?" but she didn't care to be understood by an older brother who didn't know the first thing about competitive spirit. At any rate, whether it was Seong Tae-ju or Ryu Min-seok, every single person who annoyed her belonged to the Blue Dragon House. Oh, and the Grand Prince I-an, too. Clicking her tongue, she was pulling out her red cheolrick (traditional military robe) when she heard a knock. The person greeting Huiju as she stepped out into the hallway was none other than Da-yeong. "What's up?" "I came to cheer you on. I'm the cheer captain for the Vermilion Bird House, you know." As Da-yeong spoke innocently, two vermilion birds were painted on her cheeks. "Ah." "How is it? Do you think you'll win?" "Well, everyone else is good except for Jeongwoo oppa..." Huiju sighed, murmuring softly. She had heard rumors that he possessed a natural talent for traditional archery (Gukgung), but his skills during their first joint practice had been far from excellent. 'Did the 12th graders choose their representative through a popularity vote or something?' When she had asked him about it after getting exhausted from correcting his posture, Jeongwoo had chuckled and offered an excuse, saying, "12th graders don't have time to practice because of college prep." Fortunately, he was a quick learner. As training progressed, his arrows flew closer and closer to the center of the target. "Why Jeongwoo? He's supposed to be really good at it." Da-yeong asked with a puzzled look. It seemed she wholeheartedly believed the groundless rumor that Jeongwoo was incapable of being bad at anything. "Well... he's not terrible." Huiju replied complacently. She didn't want to needlessly humiliate the man who was the pride of the Vermilion Bird House. While everything at the Royal Academy was like this, the friendly match shared an especially close relationship with the Royal Family. Every year, His Majesty the King personally visited the school to watch the match and bestowed a royal gift of flowers (Eosahwa) upon the winners. Furthermore, it was tradition for the students who received the royal flowers to be selected as scholarship recipients the following year. If students—who lacked for nothing when it came to money—desired the title of scholarship student, it was solely for the sake of honor. A scholarship chosen by the Royal Family; it was exclusively for that prestige. Today was no different. His Majesty, appearing at the seat of honor in the archery field, slowly took in the sight of the high-spirited students. As if matching his serene gaze, the students maintained a hushed silence, but the moment the flag-bearers carrying the banners of the Guardians of the Four Directions ran past the cheering section, a thunderous roar erupted. "The enthusiasm of the students is truly remarkable, isn't it? They are working so hard because Your Majesty is present..." The headmaster, seated beside His Majesty, spoke proudly. "I have heard the rumors. You kept the archery field open 24 hours a day?" "Yes, Your Majesty. It was a matter directly requested by Grand Prince I-an." "......" Instead of replying, the King nodded and looked down at his son standing below the seat of honor. His posture, clad in a blue cheolrick, was gallant. Boasting an exceptionally tall stature and broad shoulders, his son drew everyone's eyes even when standing amidst a crowd. Sensing that gaze, the prince, who had stepped onto the shooting platform, raised his head. Looking into his son's eyes, the King intentionally put on a stern expression. It was a silent command: Do not be too exceptional, but do not be too incompetent either. With that command. The prince, breaking his gaze coldly, drew his bowstring. The bow bent into a half-moon shape, and just as the wind died down, the prince, holding his breath— "Bullseye!" Hitting the exact center of the target, he scored 10 points. Cheers from the students of the Blue Dragon House swept through the entire archery field. "It looks like this year belongs to the Blue Dragon House." "We shall see." The King replied dryly as he looked down at his son. Though his son possessed youthful, fiery eyes, the King knew he wouldn't be able to push beyond a certain limit. Until it's over, it's not over. The King knew better than anyone that his son’s fragile heart, which flared up like fire only to subside like water, resembled his own. The final contestants of the Black Tortoise House and the White Tiger House stepped down after scoring 9 and 8 points, respectively. Huiju, the final contestant for the Vermilion Bird House, composed her breathing. "It's fine, just do what you always do." Jeongwoo said, lightly squeezing Huiju’s wrist. It was turning into a difficult battle because the Blue Dragon House contestants were performing unexpectedly well. Nodding, Huiju stepped onto the shooting platform. Regulating her breath and reading the direction of the wind, Huiju glared at the target. 'That isn't a target. It's Ryu Min-seok's philtrum.' Muttering to herself, Huiju focused her mind. The moment she released the taut tension felt at her fingertips, the arrow flew swiftly and pierced the target. The assistant standing in front of the target waved the flag and shouted: "9 points!!!" A look of disappointment washed over Huiju's face. Since they were tied with the Blue Dragon House, if the Blue Dragon House's final contestant scored a 10, they wouldn't be able to win. Hiding her bitter feelings, Huiju stepped down from the platform and looked at the Blue Dragon House's final contestant. It was Grand Prince I-an, who had been shooting 10s without a single mistake so far. Unlike someone holding the key to victory, Grand Prince I-an quietly stepped onto the platform with a serene face. Looking at the blue dragon painted on the target, he held his breath and drew his bow with an impeccable posture, just as he always had. Right when everyone thought 'It's bound to be a 10 this time too,' his finger slipped ever so slightly. The result was a 7. "What...?" Everyone inside the archery field stared at Grand Prince I-an. Their expressions betrayed absolute disbelief. In contrast, Grand Prince I-an, the center of the commotion, stepped down from the platform without a single change in his expression. "Vermilion Bird of the South!!!" Just like that, victory went to the Vermilion Bird House. Jeongwoo, who rarely got excited, beamed and rejoiced, but Huiju's heart sank. Even as she stepped onto the dais to receive the royal flowers, her heavy heart didn't lift at all. "Seong Huiju, congratulations!" It was the same even when students who usually treated her with indifference patted her on the back. With a hardened face, Huiju returned to the dormitory, threw off her sweat-soaked cheolrick, and fell into thought. She couldn't forget the look of relief on Grand Prince I-an's face—how his long fingers bent, the trajectory the arrow traced through the air, and how he only relaxed after confirming his defeat. Perhaps that was why Huiju couldn't feel proud of the royal flowers she received. There was no honor in it. If he had been an opponent who wanted to win by any means necessary, fair or foul, her mood wouldn't be this foul even if she had won through dirty tactics. "So annoying..." Unable to contain her boiling anger, Huiju eventually stormed out of her dorm room. She felt like her frustration would only be relieved if she ran around the sports field or gave Seong Tae-ju a beating. Of course, it was a time when leaving the dormitory was forbidden, but she didn't care. Everyone would be too distracted by the friendly match afterparty tonight anyway. After running a few laps from the dormitory building to the lecture hall, Huiju arrived in front of the archery field before she could finally catch her ragged breath. As she exhaled heavily and tried to compose her breathing, a rhythmic sound of cutting through the wind reached her ears. It was a sound coming from inside the archery field. "......" Drawn as if pulled by an invisible string, Huiju stepped inside and was left speechless by the sight before her. Wearing his blue cheolrick— —the prince was repeatedly drawing his bow with a rigid posture. He must have been shooting for a very long time, as he was completely drenched in sweat, and countless arrows were pierced into the target painted with the blue dragon. Only after seeing that did Huiju have no choice but to admit it. He hadn't wanted to lose. Just like everyone else, he had wanted to win. And despite that, he had no choice but to lose, which left him feeling utterly miserable. Results of the 64th Friendly Match October 2009 Traditional Archery (Gukgung) — Vermilion Bird House Representatives: Min Jeong-u, Kim Da-hye, Lee Dae-yong, Seong Huiju Horsemanship (Seungma) — White Tiger House Representative: Yun I-rang Calligraphy (Seoye) — Vermilion Bird House Representative: Han Da-yeong #아이유 #IU #성희주 #PerfectCrown

Perfect Crown Webnovel Episode 6: Personal Feelings Wan went to the principal's office early in the morning and said: “Please consider opening the archery range to everyone.” “The archery range?” The principal asked with a puzzled look. It was quite a surprise, as Grand Prince Lee An had never once visited him for a personal request since his enrollment. After all, before being his student, he was a Grand Prince of this country. It was tradition for royal relatives, including Grand Princes, to study at the Royal Academy. It was an unwritten rule to stay as inconspicuous as possible from enrollment to graduation. If you were too brilliant, you ran the risk of being on everyone's lips, and if you were too lacking, you disgraced the dignity of the royal family. Thus, finding the golden mean was the key. In that sense, Grand Prince Lee An was a bit of a unique case. Despite being the King's second son, he sparkled conspicuously. It was almost absurd to wish someone with his tall stature and exquisite features wouldn't stand out, but he also didn't fear being in the spotlight. He always maintained top-tier grades and excelled in arts and sports, such as traditional archery and calligraphy. It was as if he were a person who wanted to announce his talents to the whole world. Yet, he wasn't the arrogant, boastful type either. While one couldn't say he lacked the typical haughtiness of royalty, he never ignored or looked down on others. It was simply that a relaxed composure—born from a natural-born nobility that didn't need to pay mind to his surroundings—was deeply ingrained in him. So, one could imagine how strange a personal request like opening up the archery range must have felt. “Your Highness, may I ask the reason behind such a request?” The principal asked, using polite, formal honorifics that felt a bit too stiff for a teacher-student relationship. Grand Prince Lee An tilted his head slightly and spoke calmly. “The Master said that gentlemen have no occasion for striving, yet they must compete when it comes to archery.” “Therefore...?” “The students are burning with passion for the upcoming friendly match. Wouldn't the principal be all the more pleased if you supported that enthusiasm?” It was a clear answer, yet at the same time, incredibly vague. However, the principal couldn't press any further. He couldn't disappoint the Grand Prince, who was already smiling as if he had received the answer he wanted. “Since Your Highness puts it that way... I will consider it with utmost sincerity.” Knowing those words effectively meant approval, a small smile played on the Grand Prince's lips. It wasn't too bright, nor was it overly deliberate—it was just right. Leaving the principal's office, Wan walked down the hallway with his usual steady pace. Though he maintained a pristine, noble posture without looking strained, his mind was utterly chaotic. To make a personal request at a school meant for learning, and over a single girl at that—this is absurd. “You said that? To the principal?” Hwan, who had come to visit Wan's private residence, asked. “Yeah. What about it?” Wan grumbled, unable to hide his irritation. He knew all too well that no matter how quiet the request was, his every single move was reported back to the palace. It wouldn't be long before it reached his father's ears. He had acted first and worried later, so he vented to his brother, only for Hwan to come rushing over immediately. “To think my little brother is experiencing an unrequited love...” “It's nothing like that.” “Then what is it? Sympathy? Like charity?” “What?” “You said that girl is from Castle Group's concubine line. In a wretched school like this, for a commoner from a concubine line to even exist... isn't it a miracle she's surviving?” It was a completely anachronistic remark, but one that couldn't be refuted. Officially, the country aimed for equality, but it was still a nation where social classes existed. As long as royalty existed and the bloodlines of the nobility (Yangban) were maintained, class divisions were inevitable. Considering the human nature of people who love to cluster among their own kind and reject those different from them, discrimination could never truly disappear. “It’s not like that...” “If not, what?” “You’re not wrong.” Wan shrugged, recalling Hee-joo's words. —"They say my rival gets to enjoy every single opportunity, which means we’re all going to get dragged into the mud equally. Am I supposed to just sit back and watch?" “Ah, so you helped her out so she wouldn't get dragged into the mud?” At Hwan's obviously teasing tone, Wan picked up a cushion and hurled it. Hit square in the head, Hwan shouted, "Hey, this is treason!" which prompted the Court Lady standing just outside the door to ask if everything was alright. The two brothers, who had been laughing a moment ago, instantly froze, but— “I'm fine, don't worry about it.” Hwan’s reflexes were fast, as if he were used to this. “Isn't Court Lady Park eavesdropping with her ear pressed against the door right now?” “Probably? They do that all the time at the Crown Prince's palace too.” Compared to Hwan, who seemed entirely unfazed, Wan turned pale and waved his hand dismissively. “Ugh, just go back to the palace quickly. Don't get me scolded by Father for no reason.” “Father doesn't scold me.” “Oh, right. I'm the one who'll get scolded.” Wan's expression turned flat at the unfairness of it all. Looking at his younger brother with a mix of pity and amusement, Hwan playfully changed the subject. “So, is that girl pretty?” “What?” Once again, Hwan was hit in the head with a cushion. Meanwhile, Huiju was suffering from anxiety. She couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts of her confrontation with Wan the previous night. Though Huiju was proud of her record—having a flawless win rate that earned her the reputation of a 'mad dog' and a 'brawler' at Vermilion Bird Palace—confronting a member of the royal family was a bit burdensome. No, it was extremely burdensome. “I won't get expelled, right?” In the end, Huiju, who couldn't even eat her dinner properly, sat on a bench and repeatedly wallowed in regret. “Am I going to jail for insulting the royal family or something?” As she chewed over the words she had snapped at Wan, her imagination eventually spiraled into horrific scenarios—like being expelled, expelled, or... expelled. Just as she was pulling at her hair in self-reproach— “Hey, hey. Get up. An announcement just went up.” A friend from Vermilion Bird Palace, whom she had met through Jung-woo, shook Huiju's shoulder. “An announcement? Why?” “Oh, just get up quickly.” It wasn't the time for announcements to be posted. Exams had ended not long ago, and the academic calendar for this semester had been shared ages ago. If so, could it be? Fearing her imagination was becoming reality, Huiju started sprinting toward the main building. “What is this...?” Pushing through the buzzing crowd of students, Huiju made her way to the bulletin board, unable to hide her hollow bewilderment. The full opening of the archery range. “Isn't that great? They say it's fully open for a month. You were just whining about not having enough practice time.” It was indeed good news. A full opening meant she could practice all day without needing a permit. Yet, for some reason, she didn't feel good about it. The more she read the clause——the more her pride stung. She couldn't help but realize that Grand Prince Lee An, who had heard her grievances the night before, had personally stepped in. “Unbelievable.” Muttering under her breath, Huiju turned away fiercely. She wanted to completely squander the grace bestowed upon her by the great Grand Prince Lee An. To the very last drop, until nothing remained. Huiju wasn't oblivious to the pettiness of her own mind. She could acknowledge that he was a pretty excellent upperclassman for finding a better way to handle the situation rather than punishing her. However, the fact that he was in a position to bestow such grace was unbearably humiliating to her. To her, it was suffocatingly mortifying that all she could do in return was hold a grateful heart. It felt as though he was telling her—someone who had resolved to willingly get down in the dirt to win—that there was a way to win cleanly. To her, who was trapped in a life where she didn't even have the luxury of losing. So, Huiju immediately grabbed her bow and sought out Jeongwoo. “Let's go practice.” “Suddenly? It’s not even 7 o'clock yet.” “Special training starts today.” “Did you get into a fight with that Ryu Min-seok guy again?” To Jeongwoo, who asked with a worried look, Huiju shook her head and said just one thing. “I really hate losing.” From the Royal Academy Rules Article 50, Paragraph 1: The Academy holds a friendly match every autumn to promote goodwill between the dormitories. Article 50, Paragraph 2: The events of the friendly match are designated as traditional archery, horse riding, and calligraphy. Article 50, Paragraph 7: The representatives for each event shall be elected individually by each dormitory. Article 50, Paragraph 8: In the friendly match, winning or losing is secondary; the primary duty of each dormitory representative is to maintain dignity and honor. Article 50, Paragraph 12: The student who wins the friendly match shall receive an Eosahwa (royal paper flower) on behalf of the royal family's commendation. #아이유 #IU #성희주 #PerfectCrown

@minegination lanjutttt kannnnn

Perang level 1 #wanseong

ga berasa karena memang dlam hti mu udah membesit rasa ga suka sama Drakor nya, makanya situ ngomong gitu

@yeasahlee yg ngomong gitu memang ga suka sama mereka, makanya ngomong ga ada chemistry

kata haters “iu wooseok gabisa akting” “kok bisa iu wooseok gaada chemistry test dulu sebelum syuting” CETASSSSSS langsung dibantah dibela sama PDnimnya anjay mana tuh yg komen wooseok aktingnya kaku tuh lu berharap dia KICAU MANIA KAH ANJGGG kan perannya jd pangeran di istana 😊

@nasheko13718 @friummel benerrff, aku baca dri kemaren udah gedek banget, padahal yg salah bukan artis nya

@friummel Iya rada kesel banget jadi merembet kemana" dan cenderung nyalahin artisnya... gedek banget ama media korea apalagi ke artis perempuan jahat banget

wkwkwk sekarang malah bayaran aktornya yang dipermasalahin 😂 yeee kalau gw jadi iu sama wooseok mah malah bakal minta kompensasi tambahan ke mbc karena udah bikin mereka harus nanggung hate, pressure, dan outrage segede ini buat sesuatu yang bahkan bukan sepenuhnya salah mereka.

@rofmeov pernahhh wkwkwkw

kalian pernah ga pura-pura ngaku punya pacar biar ga dideketin??

@namuugoyangi sepakat 😭

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@windalisty @bibimguksue ian kenapa marah? jujur pas disini ga ngerti 😭

@bibimguksue Iya ih ini panjang banget ceritanya. Tp waktu baca webnovel jd paham kenapa dia marah begini. Tp kasian jg sih sebenernya mereka berdua ini saling menyayangi, cuma kehalang restu bapak aja. 😭

backstory dari scene ini juga lumayan panjaaang, sebenernya hwan udah mau ngasih takhta ke ian dari sebelum menikah, tapi digagalin sama bapaknya yirang. perlu translate?

@amliya_ bacanya dimana ka?

@_aerryquella harus ada s2 ga sihh😭 pasrah bgt udh

udah aku bilangin perfect crown tu lebih perfect 16 eps jir, konfliknye sebanyak itu gimana coba cara nyelesaiinnya dalam 2 eps terakhir 🥲

hai