[aideshou's Challenge 6] Precious Beautiful Being

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Title: Precious Beautiful Being
Author: m_a_creations
Pairing/Members: Kim Jongdae (Chen), Wu Yifan (Kris) side characters: uhan, Yixing, Tao, Sehun, &Chanyeol
Rating: R/M (for language)
Prompt: ii. Definition Accismus; n. feigning disinterest in something while actually desiring it
Word Count: 3,054
Summary: Yifan, the second oldest Prince, is offered something, more specifically someone. But with his pride, ego, and the bothersome people in his life, he does something wrong for the first time in his life

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters used in the material are only for the plot of the story. Everything and anything that’s happened in the story are coincidental to any “actual” events that have occurred recently, or in the past.



Precious Beautiful Being

The petals of the cherry blossoms danced along with the soft whispers of the wind in the morning. The rising sun's rays illuminated the shadows of the grand palace's pillars, elongating its shapes into notorious long-shaped silhouettes. It was another quiet morning, like always.

"Your Highness, the Princess from the West and her Royal Court are here for the banquet."

Yifan turned away from the balcony and looked over to the Royal Squire. His mauve colored silk robes brightened the tall male's pale complexion. The golden sashes of his vest made his body look smaller than when he wore the dark blue sashes. The emerald color belt at the Squire's waist emphasized his lanky form.

"Prince…Yifan? They are waiting for you downstairs." The Squire spoke from his nervousness.

Yifan pulled at the ten layers of robes he wore, fixing the sleeves and the collars of the various silk robes and sashes, walking over to the doorway where the Squire stood and bowed his head.

Yifan walked down the halls, taking small glances of the paper screen doors and the dreadfully colored vases of various plants. He couldn't believe this. He kept wondering, why he was born as a Royal Prince? He hated these banquets, no he despised them. He dreaded the banquets when there were other Royal Families who were the attendees.

Yifan strolled out of his small palace premises and walked over to the other building that was decorated in various colored ribbons and spun-silk cloths hanging from the ceiling.

"Ah! My younger brother has finally come!" The older boy mused as he gently nudged the tall younger prince.

"Don't feign excitement Luhan. I don't know what this is all about, but when I get to the bottom of this, I'm going to take that pretty servant boy of yours and do whatever I please with him in front of you."

Luhan lightly shook his head in a disapproving manner. "You're lucky I allow you to call me so informally." Luhan may have his nice angelic smile plastered across his face, but Yifan knew his "half" brother was plotting something evil in return for not being respectful.

"Oh look, our baby brother, Panda Tao is here! And our other sweet younger brother Yixing!" Luhan exclaimed.

Yifan groaned out a frustrated sigh and walked on his own way towards the center of the room. He cursed at himself when he spotted the Princess of the West.

"My Lord, Prince Yifan, how do you do?"

Yifan glanced at the Princess, he wasn't surprised her long black veil of hair that was pinned with jeweled hair-clips and ribbons of silk brought out the natural beauty of her flawless face. Yes, she was beautiful, but she had the heart of a merciless tyrant. She doesn't reveal her true colors to others as she would with Yifan.

"I am well Princess Yifei. How do you do?"

He watches her eyes shift down to his appearance and she reveled a small smirk at one corner of her mouth. Yifan gritted his teeth, trying to hold himself back from ripping her pretty pink lips off her face.

"I see that you're ready for the occasion," she huffed a small breath of mirth. "We'll then, I hope you enjoy the show My Lord."

Yifan held the urge to slap her pretty face when he saw her bat her eyes and bowed. Her movements were so smooth, she was practically gliding across the floor. Her female escorts walked behind the Princess with their heads bowed as they passed in front of Yifan.

Yifan walked off somewhere to the back of the crowded place and sighed in relief when he spotted the screen door that would lead him outside to the garden of orange trees.

As Yifan made it outside, he was mesmerized by the white blooming flowers of the orange trees. The sweet scent made Yifan scrunch his nose. When he made a turn around the corner to the entrance of the garden, he froze in his steps.

There was a small being, dressed in a nicely decorated robe of red and white. The figure's attire was totally different from the recognizable Chinese silk robes that Yifan was sporting. The small person's clothes didn't look as luxurious as Yifan's, but it emphasized the other's features.

Yifan walked slowly to get a closer look at the...dandy looking person, hiding himself behind an orange tree. He peeked over the small branches that were covered in green leaves and white orange blossoms. Yifan felt his heart jolt a little faster from the surprise of the very feeling he despised so much. But he couldn't help himself from staring at the beautiful unknown being, who was just minding their own business, staring at the white blossoms and humming an unfamiliar tune.

"J-Jongdae...! What... What are you doing here?!"

Yifan watched behind the trees and felt the burning sting in his heart when the wonderful mysterious being was pulled by...by the pretty servant boy? That was Luhan's servant boy!

"S-Sehun...I was left here by the Princess's guards."

Yifan widened his eyes. This...Jongdae...belonged to that bitch!? Princess Yifei?!

"Jongdae..." Yifan watched agonizingly as Sehun patted the other's head and slowly pulled their faces together.

Yifan forced himself to look away. He didn't want to see what was about to unfold. He rushed back inside where he came from and figured that it would be better if he just waited in boredom as his burning jealous heart cooled down.

~

The entertainment part of the banquet was long and dragging. Dancers pranced all over the floor with their lithe movements, while the instrumentalists plucked their zhengs and pipas. The sounds littered across the room like the drops of rain in a summer storm.

Yifan fidgeted in his cushioned seat. He couldn't stop thinking of the person in the garden. He thought that he would have calmed down by now, but the image of Luhan's pretty servant boy, roughly handling the small delicate being angered Yifan so much that he was about ready to jump down from his chair and drive one of the guard's sword into the next person who was going to be performing.

Right when the next performer went into the center of the room, Yifan jumped in surprise. Luhan looked over to Yifan suspiciously, trying to hide the smirk from appearing across his lovely face, while Yixing glanced over worriedly. Tao was sleeping as he sat in his chair. No one knew he was counting the sheeps leaping over the fence in his dreamworld, because his long fringe of hair hooded his eyes.

The performer dressed in red and white, softly let out a small sound, but it was the most beautiful sound ever made by a human being. Yifan's eyebrows knitted together when he felt that depraving feeling again. The feeling he dreaded so much that it hurt every bone in his body. He...wanted that person so bad right now. He didn't understand why he was so drawn to the small fragile looking creature.

"Yifan-Ge? Are you alright brother?" Lay tilted his head forward as his soft features were scorned in an unpleasant expression of concern.

"Uh...my head is...killing me." Yifan pulled his hands over his head and let his long fingers rub circles against his temples. His head was surprisingly hurting.

"This is the last of the performances. I'll ask the cook to brew some medicinal herbal tea for your headache." Lay placed his warm comforting hand upon Yifan's shoulder and gave a gentle rub.

Yifan leaned back into his chair and stared at the small person that resembled a singing bird, but a singing bird that was more marvelous than any other in the entire world. He glanced over to Yifei and mentally cursed at himself for even looking. She was staring right back at him, smiling that beautiful smile of hers that held so much vile behind that innocent young flawless face of hers.

Yifan was wondering what was all this about? Why was she so happy, and why was she enjoying that he was uncomfortable? He just knew that if he was going to ever get the chance to be alone with her, he will not slip the chance from slitting her throat.

~

"My Lord! Dearest young Prince Yifan, how did you enjoy the show?"

Yifan forced a smile and gave a nod as an answer when he saw Yifei and her group of escorts in front of him. He froze again when he noticed another, its beautiful features surpassing everyone surrounding the person, blending in so well to Yifei's group of escorts, but Yifan knew for a fact that this person was nothing more than a mere slave to Yifei.

"My Lord, this here is Chen She as the gem of the show." Yifei nudged the small figure forward.

Yifan blinked twice as he watched the person who he couldn't get out of his head bow and slowly arose back to a straight posture, only, what irritated Yifan the most was that this Chen, who he thought was Jongdae, didn't even peek a small glance at him.

"Your brother, Prince Luhan says that you wanted someone who could entertain you. His Lord asked me to give you one of my best entertainers. I know you don't like watching dancers or listen to flocks of plucked instruments, so I thought maybe you would find some amuse in a singer."

Yifan scoffed at the Princess's response. So this was what the banquet was about? Luhan planned this stupid pointless banquet for him so that he would get someone to entertain him? He was already entertained enough by his boisterous brother Luhan, and his always-so-caring-second-youngest-brother Lay, that his kind and caring heart bothered the living daylights out of him. While last but not least, his youngest brother, who always was in trouble for picking fights with the other Royals. The most bothering part was that they were all half-brothers. Yifan was going to deal with Luhan later.

"Princess Yifei, I think you heard wrong. I don't need anyone for entertainment. There is a reason why people stand very clear from me. I'm not known as the Fierce Flying Dragon for nothing. Princess Yifei, that scrawny thing you call an entertainer can't even sing a pleasant note. I was dying whil she ang. I'm just glad I was at a great distance fro her. And here you are, bringin her ver to entertain me? Or are you trying to murder me here?"

When Yifan finished his statement, he took a glance at the small Chen. The Prince forced himself to swallow the buildup in his mouth. Chen, or Jongdae, whatever the person's name was, Yifan frustratingly fought against his own will from begging Yifei that he was lying and that he wanted the small person all to himself so badly. Why? Because the small beautiful person was staring at Yifan with moist eyes, facial features all contorted in sadness, and those slightly plump pink lips that were so tempting to engulf was quivering.

Yifan felt the very core of his being lit in an instant. The vulnerability Chen...Jongdae had on display in front of him was fanning the beast inside the locked cage he couldn't tame whenever he was on the edge.

Princess Yifei brought one hand over her chin as she pulled her sleeve over the bottom half of her face trying to hold in her mirth. She pulled her hand back to her side and with her other hand, she gently wrapped her hand with Chen's, interlocking their fingers. Yifan bit his tongue. He was not going to go against his words. But he so damnly wanted to rip the bitch's fucking hands away from the almost-his tempting precious little being.

"Well then, I guess I should be on my way to Prince Luhan and give Chen to him. He might find Chen useful for his own needs, since, you specifically said that you don't need," Princess Yifei raised her interlocked hands with Chen's, in show of indication towards Yifan, "my talentless of a failed entertainer is not of your taste."

Yifan aimlessly tried and forced every fiber of his being to put on a pleasant straight face and nodded his head. His stern eyes blazed over towards Chen...Jongdae, whatever the hell was the precious person's name was, and held his breath. He was trying to hold himself from screaming out of frustration, from the boiling anger, from the damn Fierce Flying Dragon that was already clawing its way out; all because the wet trails of streaming tears spilling from those dazzling brown orbs and slowly swelling lids made his self-worth all the worst.

"Oh...Chen Chen...what's with the tears?" Yifei tugged at her sleeve and gently wiped the tears away from the small person's porcelain-like high cheek bones. "Prince Yifan? Are you very sure you don't need Chen She s very capable of fulfilling all your needs. You can even us her s a servant if you drea her oice."

Yifan felt the last piece of thread in himself that was clawed apart by the Fierce Flying Dragon pull tightly, about ready to snap. He could see the smile behind her fake concerned expression. Yifan forced himself to wave off the bitch to be on her way.

The damn ego of not-ever-going-back-against-his-words was burning deep under his skin. Yifan wanted to shed every layer of his robes and pull that small exquisite person away from the evil bitch and keep the tiny beautiful singer all to himself and do whatever he wanted with the other.

He dug his feet into the hardwood floor, keeping them planted, so he wouldn't have to run over to the bitch that was disguised as a Royal Princess gliding to Luhan.

Yifei gently nudged Chen forward. Luhan clasped both of his hands over Chen's shoulders and his doll-like face morphed into an unrealistic pouting expression. Yifan was on the verge of killing someone, anyone who was going to speak to him as he sent Luhan a crooked smirk. He fucking hated himself so much right now. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to live properly for the rest of his life now.

Luhan was staring at Yifan, trying to give his tall cold hearted younger brother hand signals, that he is going to be watching over Chen from that point on and probably forever. Chen will belong solely to him.

That was how everything worked in their world. Whenever a slave was traded around or handed down like how horses were traded, given, bought, or sold, it was going to belong to the new owner.

"My Lord, Prince Yifan, your medicinal herbal tea, as requested by Prince Yixing is ready," Yifan's Royal Squire spoke as he stood beside the tall Prince.

Yifan on the other hand ignored the Squire. He couldn't tear his eyes away from how intimately Luhan was handling Chen, his older brother's fingers slowly tracing away the tears "he" himself welled up in the precious beautiful being's wide almond-shaped eyes. Yifan's whole body was shaking from unspeakable rage.

"Young Master your -" the tall Squire was cut off when Yifan nearly knocked him off of his feet.

Yifan took the small cup of tea and chugged the burning liquid down his throat and roughly placed the cup back on the serving tray, grabbing the Squire's shoulder and balancing the other from falling back. Yifan could still feel his throat throbbing in pain from the hot tea. But the pain in his aching body stung harsher at the sight of Luhan slowly easing away from the room and striding elsewhere.

When Luhan was out of Yifan's line of vision, he reached behind and gripped the Squire's shoulder and pulled him forward.

"Go and find Luhan's pretty servant boy," Yifan hissed with venom in the other's ears, "and bring him to my premises of the palace."

The Squire was shoved away and he quickly bowed down and rushed away out to find Sehun.

Yifan stalked on his way back to the garden of orange trees. He strolled over to the same area where his one obsession stood. Yifan took in the sweet scent that was eroding the air and closed his eyes, envisioning the small precious beautiful being. Oh how his heart was burning hotly for the other. He can feel how his heart was slowly pumping its last remains of life in his body. Yifan just lost his chance at something wonderful.

There was only one way he could get back at his damn older brother, and that was to get Sehun, the pretty servant boy. Yifan wanted to commit so much havoc, but that wasn't going to relieve the horrible burning in his body. He just wanted Chen...Jongdae...whoever the precious person was, Yifan just wanted to recreate that vulnerable stature upon Chen. He wanted to see those beautiful almond-shaped eye become glassy and be the one to make all the small being's uncertainty go away.

Yifan wanted to do so many heartless things to the other as well, punish the other for making him feel so despicably incapable of everything. Yifan wanted to mark Chen, make Chen his, and make sure that Chen understand that he was supposed to belong to him and only serve him.

The tall Prince opened his eyes and walked closer to the orange tree full of blossoms. He paused and reached over to a bud of blossom. This was odd. Yifan has never seen something like this. Usually, all the blossoms bloomed out fully in all its glory, but this bud was still closed and fully white as if it was fully grown.

Yifan scoffed. As he stared at the white bud, he sadly felt that it resembled him somehow. It didn't want to open up for the world to see all its glory, like how Yifan didn't want anyone to know what he was really thinking or what he really desired. It was like the bud didn't want to show its true beauty or its best interests to the world.

The only difference was that Yifan had wrongly displayed his disinterest of everything around him today. He literally wanted to hang himself for feigning disinterest over obtaining one of the most glorious beings in this world. Yifan so badly wanted only one thing, specifically one person...Chen. Jongdae. Whatever that precious beautiful being's name was, Yifan just wante her o much. He was dying in guilt from his burning desire fo her...

A/N This is the finished one-shot for the challenge. I'm planning to make a sequel to this. I have had this idea of writing a historical fic of EXO. And this challenge just gave me the motivation to start it off. I’m sorry about the rude language. I’m not sure if back-in-the-days if they used any curse words. (-_-) Overall, I hope you enjoyed reading though. Did you catch on that Chen was a girl? Yes, he is disguised as a girl. The continuation will be more detailed on that situation.

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