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[ Away, part 3]
author: ravenlock_3
fandom: TVXQ, slight SuJu refs
pairing: junchun [how refreshing], and heechul×everyone xD just kidding.
comment: i just liked how random and hyper yoochun was in this story. he seems more measured and deep when they're on tv shows, and he's definitely not like this when they perform. even when it's something like balloons. i dunno, i suppose i like Different.
They explored the royal gardens a few days later and with an accomplice, it was as if JunSu had never seen them before. Every flower had some magical property and the nobles sitting around plotting against the King were actually having scandalous affairs with each other. "And you see the one with the horrid hair?"
"HeeChul?"
"Sure. He's not only sleeping with SiWon and Han-geng, but on the side he-"
"Shut your mouth, Forest Trash." HeeChul, JunSu had no idea how he'd heard nor moved so quickly, aimed a kick for YooChun. But JunSu had already jumped in the way and received the off angled blow to his shin.
He didn't even flinch.
HeeChul, on the other hand, was immediately dragged off by four members of the royal guard.
JunSu shook out his leg and turned around to face YooChun who was, for the very first time since their meeting, at a loss for words. "Don't listen to anything he says. He's just upset because YoonHo is king instead of Eeteuk, even though Eeteuk is the elder brother."
YooChun nodded his head, but took a few moments to think. When he met JunSu's eyes again, his expression was solemn. "You should have challenged him to a duel."
"What?!"
"I was your damsel in distress! You didn't do anything to restore my honor! You just stood there like a royal wall in the middle of the royal garden!"
"But you-"
"Don't give it another thought! It's too late! Tomorrow, I'll show you a royal garden where you can act as you wish and gossip properly." JunSu stood speechless, opening and closing his mouth trying to voice a response. YooChun shook his head sadly. "You're a horrible prince. How could I not be a damsel? My hair is long enough."
JunSu gave up trying to speak and just laughed.
The next day while they trampled back through the country side to where JunSu'd first found YooChun, JaeJoong was easily escaped from, YooChun coerced JunSu into doing something he'd never thought he'd do again.
"Every prince has the voice of an angel. We know this because Kings are chosen by God himself. They wouldn't have so much power, otherwise. Therefore, as a prince, you must have the voice of an angel, and with the voice of an angel, you must be able to sing." He spoke all in one breath and brandished his tattered flute as a potential bludgeon if JunSu refused.
"I don't know about that angel nonsense, but I haven't sung anything in years. I think- Would you stop that? I'm trying to say something here!" JunSu wasn't singing on his own, so YooChun resorted to playing out of tune chords on his flute to some broken rhythm that changed every few steps. "All right, all right! Enough of that."
YooChun's smile rivaled the sun when the first notes dribbled out of JunSu's mouth. After a verse, he played accompaniment and they walked, at a gentler pace, to where YooChun'd emerged from the forest. His voice faltered, but JunSu followed YooChun anyway.
author: ravenlock_3
fandom: TVXQ, slight SuJu refs
pairing: junchun [how refreshing], and heechul×everyone xD just kidding.
comment: i just liked how random and hyper yoochun was in this story. he seems more measured and deep when they're on tv shows, and he's definitely not like this when they perform. even when it's something like balloons. i dunno, i suppose i like Different.
They explored the royal gardens a few days later and with an accomplice, it was as if JunSu had never seen them before. Every flower had some magical property and the nobles sitting around plotting against the King were actually having scandalous affairs with each other. "And you see the one with the horrid hair?"
"HeeChul?"
"Sure. He's not only sleeping with SiWon and Han-geng, but on the side he-"
"Shut your mouth, Forest Trash." HeeChul, JunSu had no idea how he'd heard nor moved so quickly, aimed a kick for YooChun. But JunSu had already jumped in the way and received the off angled blow to his shin.
He didn't even flinch.
HeeChul, on the other hand, was immediately dragged off by four members of the royal guard.
JunSu shook out his leg and turned around to face YooChun who was, for the very first time since their meeting, at a loss for words. "Don't listen to anything he says. He's just upset because YoonHo is king instead of Eeteuk, even though Eeteuk is the elder brother."
YooChun nodded his head, but took a few moments to think. When he met JunSu's eyes again, his expression was solemn. "You should have challenged him to a duel."
"What?!"
"I was your damsel in distress! You didn't do anything to restore my honor! You just stood there like a royal wall in the middle of the royal garden!"
"But you-"
"Don't give it another thought! It's too late! Tomorrow, I'll show you a royal garden where you can act as you wish and gossip properly." JunSu stood speechless, opening and closing his mouth trying to voice a response. YooChun shook his head sadly. "You're a horrible prince. How could I not be a damsel? My hair is long enough."
JunSu gave up trying to speak and just laughed.
The next day while they trampled back through the country side to where JunSu'd first found YooChun, JaeJoong was easily escaped from, YooChun coerced JunSu into doing something he'd never thought he'd do again.
"Every prince has the voice of an angel. We know this because Kings are chosen by God himself. They wouldn't have so much power, otherwise. Therefore, as a prince, you must have the voice of an angel, and with the voice of an angel, you must be able to sing." He spoke all in one breath and brandished his tattered flute as a potential bludgeon if JunSu refused.
"I don't know about that angel nonsense, but I haven't sung anything in years. I think- Would you stop that? I'm trying to say something here!" JunSu wasn't singing on his own, so YooChun resorted to playing out of tune chords on his flute to some broken rhythm that changed every few steps. "All right, all right! Enough of that."
YooChun's smile rivaled the sun when the first notes dribbled out of JunSu's mouth. After a verse, he played accompaniment and they walked, at a gentler pace, to where YooChun'd emerged from the forest. His voice faltered, but JunSu followed YooChun anyway.