A Prince and His Manservant
Title: A Prince and His Manservant
Genre: Romance, Comedy
Length: 3/?
Rating: NC-13, Language!
Pairings: Kyumin, Zhoury, Yehwook, (MAIN), and etc.
Members: Super Junior, DBSK
Disclaimer: Do not own nothing but the story plot!
Summary: The king and queen of South Korea decide that their son and their two beloved nephews needed love. So they bought them three slaves.
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Kyuhyun kept staring into his room, bewildered. Sungmin glanced at the prince worriedly and spoke in ever so quietly.
"U-Um, your m-majesty? W-What is the matter?" Kyuhyun snapped out and blushed heavily as he tried to hide his face. "D-Don't you see anything strange about my bedroom right now? I mean, OUR bedroom?"
Sungmin glanced back to the room, not noticing anything peculiar about the room. A kingsized wardrobe, a large oak desk, two velvet red chairs, a lamp on each side of the large bed, a small table beside the said the large bed, and a doorway to which he assumed led to the washroom.
"U-Um I'm afraid I d-don't understand.."
The prince tried to cover his face, blush getting hotter cause his servant looks kinda cute all confused. "Sungmin, you and me are living in this room together. Furniture Sungmin, furniture."
Sungmin once again glanced back at the room in puzzlement. Two chairs, two lamps, one desk, one small table thingy, one wardobe, one bed...
Sungmin blinked. He backtracked.
One bed!?
He heated up immediately, body ridged at the realization. The prince slapped a hand on his forehead and looked away from the blushing boy. They stood in silence, screaming at themselves mentally.
"I-I'll go talk to my mother about this. J-Just, um, make yourself at home." He left the room as Sungmin tried to relax.
'Calm down Sungmin, calm down. Breathe, breathe.'
He opened his eyes and timidly started to look around the room, amazed at all the expensiveness (its a word in the story). He sat down in the middle of the plush carpet and glanced at the door. Sure that no one was approaching the room he giggled to himself and lay back onto the soft red carpet.
He couldn't believe the luck of him and his precious dongsangdels being taking under the queen's care, who was extremely kind might he add. He swore to himself to please the queen at all costs, and giggeld once more.
It was luxury from here on out.
Well as much luxury as a servant of a royal household could get, but a hell lot better than that rat celler he was in before. He sighed, spreading his arms out and flapping around, attempting to bury himself into the softyness of the carpet (yet again a word in the story). He failed to notice a rather amused prince at the doorway, struggling not to laugh.
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Zhoumi already showed Ryeowook the room and pointed at the smaller (but still rather big) bed on the other side of the room across from his. He found it extremely difficult to talk to the said boy if all he did was nod or bow.
"Come on Ryeowook, lets go for a walk."
Said boy nodded and followed behind quietly, much to Zhoumi's irritation. They came across the kitchen to see Henry and Yehsung talking animatedly. Well Yehsung was.
"And THEN I jumped up the cliff and slayed the big, bad dragon!"
Henry was blushing and at the same time trying to hold down the giggle with his hands. Zhoumi intruppted before Yehsung could even squeeze another word in.
"HEY MIMI!"
Zhoumi shook his head in amused dismay as his cousin waved at him frantically, when they were right infront of each other. "Yehsung, please refrain yourself from acting like an absolute idiot."
Yehsung shouted out in protest as Henry and Ryeowook looked on amused, giggling behind their hands. Yehsung's attention was diverted quickly hearing Ryeowook giggle.
"Hey! You giggle pretty! And your hands looks like a girls!" He failed to notice Ryeowook heat up and Zhoumi couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself, seeing Ryeowook flustered was pretty funny.
He turned to Henry and saw him duck his head swiftly avoiding his gaze. The confusion still shrouded his mind, afterall he was a women pursuer for all 18 years of his life.
"Your Henry right?" He chuckled as he saw the boy nod vigorously, finding him rather amusing. "I'm Zhoumi."
Henry nodded again and looked up from beneath his bangs, looking so damn fuckin adorable it should have been illegal. Zhoumi practically melted as he pulled Henry close to him.
"Wahhhhhh~ Henry~ your so cute~"
Henry blushed furiously, not knowing what to do, since pushing a noble as him was like punching the queen in the face. He stood ridgedly as Zhoumi kept cradling him, practically whining about how cute Henry was, and how unfair it was for the women in the world.
"Wahhhhhh~ Henry, women won't go near you in fear of you outshining them! Wahhh too cute Henry~"
Yehsung and Ryeowook looked on, the servant stuttering and blushing, while the noble jokingly telling Zhoumi Henry was his.
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Heechul cackled as he sat in his chair, legs kicked up on a table. His lovers looked at him wearily, one cutting fruits, the other reading a thick novel.
"I'm a fuckin genius! This is gonna be so much fun!" The one cutting the apple shook his head. "Heechul, you shouldn't interfere like that..."
"But Hannie~ love needs obstacles to overcome!"
'Hannie' shook his head in dismay once more as he continued to finish cutting the fruits. The one reading the novel, Siwon, sighed as he placed the book down.
"Hyung, Hankyung is right." Heechul merely stuck his tongue out at him and snatched a piece of fruit from the plate. Siwon came up behind the chef, wrapping one arm around him, the other reaching for a piece of a banana.
"Your just lucky the queen is like in love with you. You guys are like sisters or something!" Hankyung cried out as he cleaned the knife. Heechul pulled Siwon to himself and clung on to the boy.
"I know! Isn't it great!?" The two taller males sighed in unison, amazed. They were gay, yet they both loved a man who was practically a girl, just with a penis and no boobs. Irony of it all.
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A/N: In my fic Siwon and Hankyung love each other as much as they love Heechul. Just a FYI