[fic] Thorn 1/7
Title: Thorn
Pairing(s): Khunyoung
Length: 1/7
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, romance, angst, drama
Summary: Tending Prince Nichkhun was just like tending the garden’s roses, thought Wooyoung.
A/n: Sorry for the angst, but I promise happier fics in the future. ^^ And thanks s1nfulxs0ul for giving feedback.
The roses are in full bloom today, noted Wooyoung wearily as he stood on guard a few meters away from the prince. He doesn’t look, but he hears what’s happening behind the garden’s tall shrubs.
Rhythmic movement of skin on skin combined with muffled cries. His stomach churns and twists on this fine summer day.
However, as the highly trained servant that he was, Wooyoung remained still as a statue, enduring the sun’s rays and turning a deaf ear to the wanton sounds behind him.
Inhaling, Wooyoung catches his master’s scent and… roses.
Tending Prince Nichkhun usually involved these sorts of situations, so it was hardly anything new. What was new was the girl’s face. But that was normal too because his master was known to never eat the same meal twice.
Pity, thought Wooyoung silently. That princess was pretty good looking too.
The noise intensified and Wooyoung closed his eyes to find a happier place, a moment with only him and Nichkhun. There would be rainbows, stars, and roses, the servant imagined, all the things he deemed currently worthy of his attention. Was it childish that he only saw these things? Perhaps not.
Time passed, and the rustling of fabric told Wooyoung that the deed was done. The princess left first, properly dressed but with twigs tangled in her long hair. As she rushed past him, Wooyoung caught the scent of Nichkhun and roses once again.
Calmly, the smaller man turned to study the aftermath. He saw his prince half naked on the grassy floor, worn-out and dazed from the morning’s episode. Silently, Wooyoung approached his master to help him dress.
“The roses are blooming beautifully today,” comments the prince with a bright smile.
Wooyoung attempts to humor him while nervously tying the knots of Nichkhun’s silk robes. “Perhaps we can pick in a few to give to the princesses.”
The Thai prince smiled knowingly at his silly servant.
“Red roses are indeed romantic, but I will not need them for tonight’s event. It seems that our guests are very easy to please.” He chuckles lightly as Wooyoung quietly ties his shoes. The smaller man could only manage a weak smile. Luckily, Nichkhun caught his servant’s dampened spirits.
“But I suppose a few roses to decorate my chambers wouldn’t hurt. Pick about a dozen, and leave the thorns. If it was born with such defenses then why take it away?”
Wooyoung smiled inwardly like he was always supposed to.
It was very fitting to leave those nasty spikes, he thought. Because a rose with thorns was very much like Prince Nichkhun. It wanted the person appreciating it, holding it, touching it, and loving it to hurt and to bleed. Only the brave would dare approach the beautiful prince, and only those who truly loved him would stay.
It hurts a little, Wooyoung’s heart whispered softly. But that didn’t stop him from tightening his fists on the dozen of newly picked roses.
The thorns were in too deep to let go.
Chapter: 02
A/n: My first 2pm fandom fic so feedback would really be appreciated!! If it's that bad then I'll learn to never write one again.. TT^TT Though that probably won't happen since s1nfulxs0ul ships khunyoung a lot. ^^""
COMMENT!!
Pairing(s): Khunyoung
Length: 1/7
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, romance, angst, drama
Summary: Tending Prince Nichkhun was just like tending the garden’s roses, thought Wooyoung.
A/n: Sorry for the angst, but I promise happier fics in the future. ^^ And thanks s1nfulxs0ul for giving feedback.
The roses are in full bloom today, noted Wooyoung wearily as he stood on guard a few meters away from the prince. He doesn’t look, but he hears what’s happening behind the garden’s tall shrubs.
Rhythmic movement of skin on skin combined with muffled cries. His stomach churns and twists on this fine summer day.
However, as the highly trained servant that he was, Wooyoung remained still as a statue, enduring the sun’s rays and turning a deaf ear to the wanton sounds behind him.
Inhaling, Wooyoung catches his master’s scent and… roses.
Tending Prince Nichkhun usually involved these sorts of situations, so it was hardly anything new. What was new was the girl’s face. But that was normal too because his master was known to never eat the same meal twice.
Pity, thought Wooyoung silently. That princess was pretty good looking too.
The noise intensified and Wooyoung closed his eyes to find a happier place, a moment with only him and Nichkhun. There would be rainbows, stars, and roses, the servant imagined, all the things he deemed currently worthy of his attention. Was it childish that he only saw these things? Perhaps not.
Time passed, and the rustling of fabric told Wooyoung that the deed was done. The princess left first, properly dressed but with twigs tangled in her long hair. As she rushed past him, Wooyoung caught the scent of Nichkhun and roses once again.
Calmly, the smaller man turned to study the aftermath. He saw his prince half naked on the grassy floor, worn-out and dazed from the morning’s episode. Silently, Wooyoung approached his master to help him dress.
“The roses are blooming beautifully today,” comments the prince with a bright smile.
Wooyoung attempts to humor him while nervously tying the knots of Nichkhun’s silk robes. “Perhaps we can pick in a few to give to the princesses.”
The Thai prince smiled knowingly at his silly servant.
“Red roses are indeed romantic, but I will not need them for tonight’s event. It seems that our guests are very easy to please.” He chuckles lightly as Wooyoung quietly ties his shoes. The smaller man could only manage a weak smile. Luckily, Nichkhun caught his servant’s dampened spirits.
“But I suppose a few roses to decorate my chambers wouldn’t hurt. Pick about a dozen, and leave the thorns. If it was born with such defenses then why take it away?”
Wooyoung smiled inwardly like he was always supposed to.
It was very fitting to leave those nasty spikes, he thought. Because a rose with thorns was very much like Prince Nichkhun. It wanted the person appreciating it, holding it, touching it, and loving it to hurt and to bleed. Only the brave would dare approach the beautiful prince, and only those who truly loved him would stay.
It hurts a little, Wooyoung’s heart whispered softly. But that didn’t stop him from tightening his fists on the dozen of newly picked roses.
The thorns were in too deep to let go.
Chapter: 02
A/n: My first 2pm fandom fic so feedback would really be appreciated!! If it's that bad then I'll learn to never write one again.. TT^TT Though that probably won't happen since s1nfulxs0ul ships khunyoung a lot. ^^""
COMMENT!!