Pretend a Bit (Au!fic)
Title: Pretend a Bit (Au!fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 1,450
Pairings: Minwook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: PG
Summary: The first time Sungmin meets Ryeowook, its under less than desirable circumstances. The stories of three kisses between a bandit and his prince.
A/N: for zaboomafoo76! I'm really really sorry this took so long bb, I really hope you like it!<333333333
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on the hand
The first time Sungmin meets Ryeowook, its under less than desirable circumstances.
He’s somewhere he shouldn’t be, padding around the edge of the castle walls, small form tucked against the concrete and watching for guards, loud sounds of armor clanking having rang through the quiet halls as they chased after him, small bag of gold coins resting heavy in his pocket as a reminder to why they’re after him.
He ends up in the courtyard, breath making little puffs against the cool air, making a break for the hole he dug to get in, feet slowing once he hears no movement behind him, taking a moment to rest behind a tree, small chest heaving.
“What are you doing here?”
A high voices stuns him out of his reverie, sending him scrambling away, eyes wide and mouth parted, frowning at the small giggle that answers his shock. The boy is sitting on the grass not ten feet away from him, ornate hanbok spread on the grass around him, smiling brightly at Sungmin.
His hair glows red under the sunlight, and Sungmin thinks he’s the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.
“None of your business,” He huffs, momentarily forgetting the guards that are sure to be looking for him, eyes narrowing at the boy, younger than him by the looks of it, all smiling eyes and quirked lips. “What are you doing here?”
His laugh is light and airy, and Sungmin thinks it’s like the wind chimes he’s heard outside the church, bright and welcoming.
“I live here,” He exclaims brightly, and Sungmin gains an inkling. Oh. “I’m Ryeowook, what’s your name?”
“Sungmin,” It slips from his lips and he watches the Prince’s lips curve in a smile, eyes crinkling. “Nice to meet you, Your Highness.”
He gives an awkward bow and hears that laugh again, delighting that he can cause it. He watches Ryeowook get up, only tottering slightly as he loses his balance, sticking his hand out for Sungmin to take.
“Just call me Ryeowook,” He grins, blushing when Sungmin lays an awkward kiss on the proffered hand, lips barely ghosting over his knuckles. “And the pleasure is all mine.”
Sungmin smiles, about to speak, when he hears the shouts over the hill, angry eyes on his.
“Well, I think I need to go now Ryeowook,” The Prince’s name slides of his tongue like sweet sugar, and he finds he likes it quite a bit. “See you around!”
Ryeowook lets him go, covering his mouth to repress another giggle, and the last thing Sungmin hears is the guards fussing over him, asking if that young ruffian harmed him in any way, and should they continue to pursue him?
The sounds of Ryeowook’s laughter follows him all the way back to camp, and leaves a tiny smile on his face the rest of the day, even when he’s reprimanded for not having near the amount of spoils he should.
He thinks he may have fallen a bit in love that day.
....
on the cheek
It’s in situations like this that Sungmin thinks life would be much easier if he were a Knight in Shining Armor.
Unfortunately, he is not, and this makes his life much harder.
For if he were one of these mythical Knights, then he would simply be able to sweep his Prince off his feet with naught but a dazzling smile, carry him to the threshold and making sweet love to him till dawn, waking up in the late morning to his Happily Ever After pre made and ready for him to take.
But since he is no Knight, owns no shining armor, is holding a hefty bag of jewels that surely doesn’t belong to him and facing down about twenty spears aiming straight at his chest, he thinks that things will probably not go as he always dreamed them to.
“Now now, let’s not be hasty,” He says slowly, raised hands slowly dropping, having every intention of ducking under the weapons directed at his heart and escaping very cooly, dashingly, and leaving all that watch him naught but a swooning mess. “We can just talk this out, can’t we?”
The head guard’s mouth opens, more than likely to tell him just exactly how that talk would go, when a voice booms overhead, cutting off any argument.
“Let him go.”
Prince Ryeowook’s voice slides over the turmoil, and Sungmin’s eyes brighten, looking up through the square to see him walking through the chaos.
“Ryeowook!” Sungmin exclaims, smiling widely even as the spears are reluctant to leave his chest, putting his hands down completely and shoving his spoils into his pocket. “What perfect timing you have!”
“But, Your Highness, he’s stolen-”
“I’m aware. Now put down your spears, I’ll take care of it.” Ryeowook’s eyes flash, and the remaining spears fall, Sungmin darting away the moment they touch the ground.
Sungmin laughs and slings an arm over Ryeowook’s shoulder, knocking their heads together and feeling glaring eyes on his back. He puts a nearly unnoticeable kiss on the Prince’s cheek, cherry red as his lips trail feather light, a small whisper of thanks in Ryeowook’s ear.
“Don’t thank me yet, you have to give those jewels back you know!”
....
on the lips
There’s a bandit sleeping in Ryeowook’s bed.
In the shadow of night he isn’t though, he’s simply Sungmin and Ryeowook is simply Ryeowook, not a Prince who should be courting Princesses from other lands, a wealthy dowry following them, finding one to marry and carry on the name of his kingdom.
At night, he can pretend.
Sungmin has a habit of slipping in through Ryeowook’s window, unlocked for him, in the dark of night, crawling under the posh covers and curling behind the sleeping Prince, burying his face in the nape of his neck and tangling their legs together.
It’s a largely wordless arrangement born of years of knowing someone else, and serves to amuse Ryeowook to no end, small small pulling at his lips when he feels the outside breeze come through the window, hear the padding of feet and the cool arms that pull him against a clothed chest, a hum responding to his contented sigh.
It’s with fond eyes that Ryeowook gazes down at the man resting against him, arm slung lazily over Ryeowook’s waist and brow creased in sleep. He holds little resemblance to traditional bandits, eyes still soft and smile quick, eyes curving easily and laughs bubbling out easily, face unhardened even from years on the streets.
“Sungmin,” He chides gently, sighing still when cool lips meet the side of his neck, trying to remain undistracted from what he feels needs discussed tonight. “Can’t you ever come during the day?”
“So your guard can come kill me for not being some Princess and sweeping their fair Prince off his feet?” There’s a light chuckle muffled into Ryeowook’s shoulder and he huffs, elbowing the other man in the stomach lightly, turning in his arms to glare at him. “No thank you.”
“Just call me whenever those marriage hungry Princesses get too frisky, I’ll come and whisk you away to a lovely little cabin,” Sungmin whispers playfully, grinning as Ryeowook’s lips quirk, dipping his head to brush his lips against the Prince’s, soft a pliant beneath his own. “And then we can make sweet love until the morning sun, Happily Ever After ready in the morning.”
He quotes his dream word for word against Ryeowook’s lips, pouting as they tremble against him, laughter bubbling out.
“You’re so corny,” Ryeowook bits out between quiet laughter, stealing one last kiss before burying his head in Sungmin’s neck, quieting and letting his eyes slip close, feeling soft lips rest on top of his head, arms tighten on his waist. “But that would be nice, wouldn’t it?”
“Maybe one day,” Sungmin whispers, humming into Ryeowook’s soft hair, enjoying his presence, even if it can only be like this in the cover of night. “Now sleep.”
And Ryeowook dreams, legs intermingling with Sungmin’s, breath mixing, of that cabin, of Sungmin waiting for him every morning, and wakes up with a smile on his face.
Yet, Sungmin’s still there, sleeping lightly and with his head buried against Ryeowook’s chest, arms thrown haphazardly around the bed.
He kisses him awake, long and lingering, and thinks that maybe, just maybe, what they have isn’t so bad after all.
...
OTL it's kind of short, I'm sorry! But they're cute, it was fun to write! :D
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: 1,450
Pairings: Minwook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: PG
Summary: The first time Sungmin meets Ryeowook, its under less than desirable circumstances. The stories of three kisses between a bandit and his prince.
A/N: for zaboomafoo76! I'm really really sorry this took so long bb, I really hope you like it!<333333333
...
on the hand
The first time Sungmin meets Ryeowook, its under less than desirable circumstances.
He’s somewhere he shouldn’t be, padding around the edge of the castle walls, small form tucked against the concrete and watching for guards, loud sounds of armor clanking having rang through the quiet halls as they chased after him, small bag of gold coins resting heavy in his pocket as a reminder to why they’re after him.
He ends up in the courtyard, breath making little puffs against the cool air, making a break for the hole he dug to get in, feet slowing once he hears no movement behind him, taking a moment to rest behind a tree, small chest heaving.
“What are you doing here?”
A high voices stuns him out of his reverie, sending him scrambling away, eyes wide and mouth parted, frowning at the small giggle that answers his shock. The boy is sitting on the grass not ten feet away from him, ornate hanbok spread on the grass around him, smiling brightly at Sungmin.
His hair glows red under the sunlight, and Sungmin thinks he’s the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.
“None of your business,” He huffs, momentarily forgetting the guards that are sure to be looking for him, eyes narrowing at the boy, younger than him by the looks of it, all smiling eyes and quirked lips. “What are you doing here?”
His laugh is light and airy, and Sungmin thinks it’s like the wind chimes he’s heard outside the church, bright and welcoming.
“I live here,” He exclaims brightly, and Sungmin gains an inkling. Oh. “I’m Ryeowook, what’s your name?”
“Sungmin,” It slips from his lips and he watches the Prince’s lips curve in a smile, eyes crinkling. “Nice to meet you, Your Highness.”
He gives an awkward bow and hears that laugh again, delighting that he can cause it. He watches Ryeowook get up, only tottering slightly as he loses his balance, sticking his hand out for Sungmin to take.
“Just call me Ryeowook,” He grins, blushing when Sungmin lays an awkward kiss on the proffered hand, lips barely ghosting over his knuckles. “And the pleasure is all mine.”
Sungmin smiles, about to speak, when he hears the shouts over the hill, angry eyes on his.
“Well, I think I need to go now Ryeowook,” The Prince’s name slides of his tongue like sweet sugar, and he finds he likes it quite a bit. “See you around!”
Ryeowook lets him go, covering his mouth to repress another giggle, and the last thing Sungmin hears is the guards fussing over him, asking if that young ruffian harmed him in any way, and should they continue to pursue him?
The sounds of Ryeowook’s laughter follows him all the way back to camp, and leaves a tiny smile on his face the rest of the day, even when he’s reprimanded for not having near the amount of spoils he should.
He thinks he may have fallen a bit in love that day.
....
on the cheek
It’s in situations like this that Sungmin thinks life would be much easier if he were a Knight in Shining Armor.
Unfortunately, he is not, and this makes his life much harder.
For if he were one of these mythical Knights, then he would simply be able to sweep his Prince off his feet with naught but a dazzling smile, carry him to the threshold and making sweet love to him till dawn, waking up in the late morning to his Happily Ever After pre made and ready for him to take.
But since he is no Knight, owns no shining armor, is holding a hefty bag of jewels that surely doesn’t belong to him and facing down about twenty spears aiming straight at his chest, he thinks that things will probably not go as he always dreamed them to.
“Now now, let’s not be hasty,” He says slowly, raised hands slowly dropping, having every intention of ducking under the weapons directed at his heart and escaping very cooly, dashingly, and leaving all that watch him naught but a swooning mess. “We can just talk this out, can’t we?”
The head guard’s mouth opens, more than likely to tell him just exactly how that talk would go, when a voice booms overhead, cutting off any argument.
“Let him go.”
Prince Ryeowook’s voice slides over the turmoil, and Sungmin’s eyes brighten, looking up through the square to see him walking through the chaos.
“Ryeowook!” Sungmin exclaims, smiling widely even as the spears are reluctant to leave his chest, putting his hands down completely and shoving his spoils into his pocket. “What perfect timing you have!”
“But, Your Highness, he’s stolen-”
“I’m aware. Now put down your spears, I’ll take care of it.” Ryeowook’s eyes flash, and the remaining spears fall, Sungmin darting away the moment they touch the ground.
Sungmin laughs and slings an arm over Ryeowook’s shoulder, knocking their heads together and feeling glaring eyes on his back. He puts a nearly unnoticeable kiss on the Prince’s cheek, cherry red as his lips trail feather light, a small whisper of thanks in Ryeowook’s ear.
“Don’t thank me yet, you have to give those jewels back you know!”
....
on the lips
There’s a bandit sleeping in Ryeowook’s bed.
In the shadow of night he isn’t though, he’s simply Sungmin and Ryeowook is simply Ryeowook, not a Prince who should be courting Princesses from other lands, a wealthy dowry following them, finding one to marry and carry on the name of his kingdom.
At night, he can pretend.
Sungmin has a habit of slipping in through Ryeowook’s window, unlocked for him, in the dark of night, crawling under the posh covers and curling behind the sleeping Prince, burying his face in the nape of his neck and tangling their legs together.
It’s a largely wordless arrangement born of years of knowing someone else, and serves to amuse Ryeowook to no end, small small pulling at his lips when he feels the outside breeze come through the window, hear the padding of feet and the cool arms that pull him against a clothed chest, a hum responding to his contented sigh.
It’s with fond eyes that Ryeowook gazes down at the man resting against him, arm slung lazily over Ryeowook’s waist and brow creased in sleep. He holds little resemblance to traditional bandits, eyes still soft and smile quick, eyes curving easily and laughs bubbling out easily, face unhardened even from years on the streets.
“Sungmin,” He chides gently, sighing still when cool lips meet the side of his neck, trying to remain undistracted from what he feels needs discussed tonight. “Can’t you ever come during the day?”
“So your guard can come kill me for not being some Princess and sweeping their fair Prince off his feet?” There’s a light chuckle muffled into Ryeowook’s shoulder and he huffs, elbowing the other man in the stomach lightly, turning in his arms to glare at him. “No thank you.”
“Just call me whenever those marriage hungry Princesses get too frisky, I’ll come and whisk you away to a lovely little cabin,” Sungmin whispers playfully, grinning as Ryeowook’s lips quirk, dipping his head to brush his lips against the Prince’s, soft a pliant beneath his own. “And then we can make sweet love until the morning sun, Happily Ever After ready in the morning.”
He quotes his dream word for word against Ryeowook’s lips, pouting as they tremble against him, laughter bubbling out.
“You’re so corny,” Ryeowook bits out between quiet laughter, stealing one last kiss before burying his head in Sungmin’s neck, quieting and letting his eyes slip close, feeling soft lips rest on top of his head, arms tighten on his waist. “But that would be nice, wouldn’t it?”
“Maybe one day,” Sungmin whispers, humming into Ryeowook’s soft hair, enjoying his presence, even if it can only be like this in the cover of night. “Now sleep.”
And Ryeowook dreams, legs intermingling with Sungmin’s, breath mixing, of that cabin, of Sungmin waiting for him every morning, and wakes up with a smile on his face.
Yet, Sungmin’s still there, sleeping lightly and with his head buried against Ryeowook’s chest, arms thrown haphazardly around the bed.
He kisses him awake, long and lingering, and thinks that maybe, just maybe, what they have isn’t so bad after all.
...
OTL it's kind of short, I'm sorry! But they're cute, it was fun to write! :D