Take me away [1/2]
Title: Take me away
Author: miss2l
Pairing(s): KyuSung
Rating: R
Warning: Implicit sex? Nothing extreme, really.
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Fantasy, Drama, Angst (is it classified as angst? LOL I actually have no idea…)
Disclaimer: You see… if I owned them then this would have totally happened already… in public >.>
Summary: It’s absolutely forbidden for the mythical and human world to mix… but sometimes, you can’t really stop true love.
A/N: Another one out of my 3 KyuSung fest entries. It was prompt #45, given by domofo. It was fun to work with and honestly this was my favourite fic to write out of all three but apparently it was the crappiest LOL. Totally says something about my judgment XD And yes, if you read it on the KyuSung fest, I changed the summary cuz the old one sucked :P
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“Mister!” The tiny Jongwoon ran up to the tall figure, their back turned to him. His tiny feet quickly brought him to the handsome stranger who was turning around slowly. When he looked down to him, Jongwoon’s teary eyes started to dry a little. He tugged on the man’s pant leg, hoping he could help him. “Mister, I don’t know where I am.”
“Well, that’s not good, is it?” The man picked Jongwoon up, holding him firmly. Jongwoon was just exploring the palace garden, he swore! Hopefully this man would bring him home. His parents would scold him if he was out too late. “Would you like to see something pretty though?”
Pretty? Jongwoon liked pretty. He nodded eagerly.
“Well, little one, what’s your name?” The stranger chuckled, starting to walk off in an unfamiliar direction. The further they went, the more vibrant the flowers looked, the more luscious and prosperous the plant life looked.
“Jongwoon! And Jongwoon’s a prince!” Jongwoon answered eagerly as they walked by a wall of bright red flowers Jongwoon couldn’t quite identify. The stranger chuckled at him, slowing his pace as they neared a white archway with blue roses wound around the flawlessly white painted metal. “Mister, what’s your name?”
“Call me Kyuhyun, my little Prince.”
***
He didn’t know who this masked stranger was. The mysterious red eye mask, embellished with gold rhinestones, concealed his identity but revealed beautiful large hazel eyes. As they twirled in the warmly lit ball room, the crowd whispered at how this beautiful stranger had practically lifted him off his feet and began dancing. The violins and flutes continued playing the beautiful melody even as almost everyone gasped in pure surprise.
It was quite obvious that Jongwoon was utterly enthralled and bewitched by this unknown man who had him by the waist. His expression was clearly dazed, not even his decorative black masquerade mask able to hide it. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the taller male that was dancing with him so elegantly. They wandered to his nose to his lips to his cheeks to those seductive dark eyes. It was like they were sucking him in with just a simple look, practically reading his soul like an open book.
“You look quite brilliant tonight, Jongwoon-ah.” The stranger said as he leaned down, lips brushing his ears. It was like the shiver that went down his spine was familiar, as if he knew who this unknown man was. Maybe he did, but from what he could see, it was not someone he was familiar with. At least not someone from the past few years. But the way he spoke his name, the way he held him so intimately, it felt like this stranger was not a stranger at all. Instead more like someone he held as close to his heart as possible.
“T-Thank you… You’re quite handsome as well…” Jongwoon muttered, blushing and shy. Usually he would return the compliment purely for politeness sake. After all, he had a reputation to keep up; he had to reflect his family and status well. Else he might get a scolding or get the awful silent treatment. Of course, he would never get a beating; his parents never laid a hand on him. But this time, just this time, he wanted to be honest, looking up to the mysterious man. He was beautiful, even with the item disrupting the view of the stranger’s face.
“Of course I am.” He chuckled, drawing Jongwoon’s closer with a quick little tug. The petite male was pulled flush against his chest, stumbling clumsily as if he hadn’t been doing so the whole night. Even after the years of training and lessons from the most experienced and strict of teachers, he could not figure out how to dance with one left and one right foot. He was growing very embarrassed by the amount of times he had accidentally tripped on the stranger’s perfectly polished shoes. “But you are looking exceptionally stunning tonight…” He spun Jongwoon around flawlessly and the smaller could not help but wonder how he managed the twirl without getting his feet tangled and falling flat on his butt. But the stranger had manipulated him perfectly and brought him right back into his long arms. “But of course, I would not have missed my Jongwoon’s twenty-first birthday for the world, even if you had shown up in the most awful of clothing.”
Just the way his voice floated, addressing him as if he truly owned him, sweet and low like chocolate, made his body shiver in an unknown feeling. It rang in his ears like no other and made him shudder from how much control it held over him. He just couldn’t understand. That voice was just so foreign and yet familiar. The way it made his heart palpitate was causing such a feeling of déjà vu that it was almost painful. Yet he hadn’t felt that way since he could remember. No girl, no male, no one had ever really made him feel that way. And yet with a few simple words he was melting like butter, following this stranger’s voice like it had a super power.
“W-Who are you?” Jongwoon stuttered, cheeks burning bright red. He couldn’t help but tremble a little as the stranger’s fingers caressed his lower back, drawing slow and sensual circles. He gulped loudly, very amazed that he had even managed to get those simple words out. Shy by nature and being so affected by the taller male, he wouldn’t be surprised if he fainted. He saw the other smirk in the slyest way possible and he was very shocked he was still conscious.
“Instead of asking for useless information like that, why don’t we go have some fun together?” The stranger asked, not really giving Jongwoon any room to say no as he leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together. He tried to stumble backwards out of habit but the stranger held strong, keeping him in his vice like hold. “So, what do you say, my Jongwoon?”
“I-I… Umma and Appa…” Jongwoon mumbled, eyes flying to where his parents were seated, watching the grand party with boredom. They didn’t even seem too fazed why the current happenings at all. But they’d surely frown upon him and give him a strict word if he disappeared. The guest of honour should never be the first to leave and it would be terribly rude to do so unannounced. Especially if it was someone of his status.
It had been drilled into him from young; he was not a normal person with normal people standards. He should never display such unsightly behaviours, in public or private. Word could spread in the kingdom of Riasse mighty quickly and a simple disgrace could be made into so much more. He couldn’t embarrass himself, his parents or their family. He was gifted with wealth and luxury but there was always a price. A suffocating price.
“Shouldn’t the birthday boy be allowed to do as he wishes? It is past midnight, time has already declared you an adult.” The stranger said steadily, leaning closer and closer until their noses were almost brushing. Jongwoon was sincerely worried he might collapse from the rate of his heartbeat, the other man was doing such unfamiliar things to him. His face wouldn’t stop flushing, his heart just might stop from all the mass beating and everything the stranger did made him fall deeper and deeper into their own little world. He could barely even hear the music anymore. Perhaps the sound of his own heart was just too loud. “And don’t you worry your pretty little head about those parents of yours… I promise to take care of everything.”
“But… But I don’t even know you.” Oh, how he yearned to let his stranger sweep him off his feet and let him bring him wherever he wanted. His heart pulled, wanting nothing more than to comply to the request. And with the way the other looked at him, gazing right into his soul, it was like he understood. Understood that he wanted to escape and have some time to actually breathe. It was like he knew every single detail about him and would take care of every worry.
But he couldn’t. No. His heart may wish for him to follow this stranger to the very ends of the earth but his mind was clearly more rational and was telling him all the things that could go wrong. He didn’t even know this man for heaven’s sake! He could be some strange kidnapper out to bribe his parents for all he knew! Yet behind all the unknown, all the mystery of this stranger, there was a remarkable amount of intimacy lying between them. It might have been the way those lips quirked, or the way his fingers curled around him, or maybe it was the way those eyes pulled him in. When the stranger claimed him so casually, it felt so right. When the stranger brought him as close as possible, it felt like he belonged there.
“You know me, Jongwoon-ah… Your memory just deceives you…” The stranger said, breathing lightly on Jongwoon’s lips, causing him to go redder than humanly possible. Just a tiny movement could cause a collision of their lips, something Jongwoon was quite sure he would definitely lose consciousness from. The other just chuckled, closing his eyes as he breathed Jongwoon’s bittersweet scent slowly. “Do not lie about your wishes, my Jongwoon. I would never force you into something you do not want.” He wrapped his two arms tightly around Jongwoon’s slighter frame, hands running up and down his spine. He quivered under the sweet touches, his own baby fingers tightening on the stranger’s shoulders to steady himself. His legs felt as if they had lost all their bones, the strong structure replaced with the most unsteady of jelly. “Just say the word… And I shall bring you to a much more…” He took another deep breath, savouring the irresistible scent of Jongwoon. When was the last time he had been close enough to take in this wonderful mixture of vanilla and coffee? “desirable location. The decision is in your hands, my lovely Prince.”
It was like it was beyond his control because before he could think things through, Jongwoon was nodding numbly and surely. He barely even registered when the stranger pressed his full lips against his own, as if under a deep, magical spell. He couldn’t even tell he was responding, hands wrapping around the stranger’s neck as the world around them slowly disappeared, everything becoming a massive blur.
He didn’t even really know how it all happened. He remembered being lead out by the stranger, his small hand encased by the other’s larger one. He remembered exiting the ballroom and even leaving the confines of the castle. But not once did the guests look at him in wonder, giving him condescending looks for his actions. There had nobody questioning him, giving him strange looks, no one even followed him, almost as if he were invisible. His parents didn’t stand up from the seats, they looked barely affected. But he had displayed extremely rude conduct! It was impossible for them to remain so unresponsive. Usually they would’ve exited calmly, apologising to the guests before following him and demanding he go to his room and spend a week in solitary confinement.
Yet here he was, in a place he never thought he would ever return to. It was still as trim and well kept as he remembered in his childhood, the flowers still as radiant and beautiful in the moonlight as they had been in his memory. The stranger lead him through the white archway, weaved with the most radiant of blue roses. He stared in awe at the little haven he remembered more than vividly, bells and light bulbs going off in his head as everything that had blurred came back clearer than ever. The stranger brought him closer and closer to the glittering lake, his shoes sinking in the dewy grass.
He was eventually lead to the familiar apple tree by the lake, the tree looking much more prosperous than he remembered, bearing more fruit and flowers. He was sat on the same white bench that was beneath the apple tree, the paint still pristine, not a chip in sight. And just like every feature he had passed by, he had no idea how everything remained so flawless and well kept. From what he knew, only he and that beautiful person knew where this place was. And that beautiful person had disappeared a long time ago. It was so many years ago that he barely remembered that person’s face, only remembering that he was astoundingly good looking with the most hypnotising brown eyes.
So, why did this stranger know about this place? This little piece of paradise was too sacred to be touched by anyone else. After waiting everyday for almost two months, hoping that that beautiful person would come back, he had given up. The beautiful person had never returned. So, he had no intention of ever looking back and returning. He wanted to retain his memory of this utopia that he shared with his most precious person. He never wanted it tainted, corrupted or touched. Even if it was by this stranger, even if he was still totally bewitched by him.
“Who… Who are you? Why do you know this place?” He felt tears sting his eyes as the stranger stood in front of him, looking down at him with the mask still concealing his features. He bit his bottom gingerly, just the idea of sharing his secret haven with anyone else brought him close to crying. He chose instead, to stare at the grass at his feet, not wanting to gaze upon the mysterious stranger whom was invading his paradise. “This… This place belongs me and him… You have no right to…”
“My Prince, does your memory deceive so much?” The stranger took Jongwoon’s chin gently, forcing him to look him straight in the eyes. The smaller’s eyes were glassy, red around the edges and the stranger’s heart clenched at the sight. He never knew that Jongwoon would treasure this place so dearly. He had even contemplated that the boy had thought this little garden was just a passing fad. Something to keep him occupied and entertained. But instead, Jongwoon held it dangerously close to his heart - close enough to hurt and possibly kill. “Do you honestly not realise it?”
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jongwoon bit his lip, choking back any possible tears. He didn’t want to remember. He didn’t want to remember the beautiful person that had came and left much too abruptly. He didn’t want to remember a time when he was so filled with joy that everything that came after was just a sad mess. He didn’t want to remember a time when he was happy. Just being here brought back the happiest time of his entire life. A whole year out of his twenty-one wasn’t much, but it was the best time he had ever had. “I don’t want to be here… Not without him… Please… Please, I just want to go back.”
And as much as he missed this paradise, he wanted to be away from it. It held too many precious memories that only brought him pain now. He loved the impossibly blue roses, the gorgeous apple tree, the endless plains of grass, the glistening sapphire lake… But he loved the only missing component the most - the beautiful man that had accompanied him here all those years ago. That man was gone. He wanted nothing more than to escape. Because if that man was not here, staying was only pure torture.
Yet he couldn’t move from his spot, almost like the stranger’s dark eyes were keeping him under a spell. His legs wouldn’t move, his body numb, held down by an invisible force. And the more he stared into those enticing eyes, the more bewitched he was. His body was a puppet to the stranger, only moving according to the stranger’s gestures. The taller man held his chin delicately, stroking his jaw with light caresses, causing all kinds of shivers to run down his spine.
“My little Prince… Do you not miss this place? This little piece of heaven, as you so innocently called it as a child?” The stranger asked, chuckling as Jongwoon’s eyes filled with confusion. He stroked the boy’s obsidian hair a few times, combing his fingers through the locks - enjoying how the smaller male unconsciously leaned towards the touch. Maybe his body memory was a little better. Maybe Jongwoon’s body remembered how his fingers would stroke through his hair, just like this. “Do you still not understand, Jongwoon?”
The stranger allowed himself a short chuckle before cutting off all contact between him and Jongwoon. He turned his back on the boy, walking closer to the lake’s edge, remembering the smell all too clearly. He took a deep breath, reaching behind to the black ribbon that kept his red mask on so securely. He undid the tie all too easily, smiling to himself as he imagined Jongwoon’s reaction. Would he be happy? Sad? Angry? Surely surprised. Any would suffice. He just wanted his Jongwoon back in his arms, even if he had to grab him forcefully.
“Perhaps…” The stranger looked up to the dark, starry sky, his unmasked face still hidden. His feet moved slowly on the grass, his body turning. His anticipation was just killing him. He just wanted to sweep the petite male right off his feet this moment. After all these years away, he wanted the closeness he craved every day. “you understand now…?”
His dark, seductive eyes suddenly fit so perfectly onto his face, just like all those years ago. Chocolate brown hair curled over his eyebrows, unchanged from the beginning. His lips were pulled into the same smile and Jongwoon found an inability to breathe. His eyes welled up in a whole new set of tears, a completely different rush of emotions. Everything was happening too fast. He didn’t know that he couldn’t contain the gasp that pulled at his lip. He didn’t know his fingers were curling in his lap, scrunching up the fabric of his expensive pants. He didn’t even know when his legs had regained control.
All he knew was that he had sprinted up to the stranger - no, the familiar male he had missed all these years. He didn’t question anything, now wasn’t the time. He practically tackled the taller male, but the other stood strong, cooing sweet nothings into his ears. His Jongwoon was trembling, his arms wrapped around the taller’s waist as tightly as possible. He pet the petite male’s head as he buried his head into his shoulder. He could feel the tears that were wetting his jacket but didn’t mind, just letting Jongwoon let it all out. It had been so many years.
“I’m back, my Jongwoon.” He whispered by Jongwoon’s ear, his lips tickling the sensitive skin. The smaller shivered, holding the taller even tighter. He could only chuckle, holding up Jongwoon’s jaw with both hands, forcing the tear stained face to look up to him. “I’m back, so, don’t cry. My Jongwoon’s pretty face looks much prettier with a smile.” And with that he leaned down to press a feather light kiss to his nose, nuzzling Jongwoon’s cheek right after.
“You… You came back…” Jongwoon hiccupped, sniffling as he allowed the other to pepper swift kisses down the side of his jaw. He trembled under the affection that he had not been showered with since the taller had left, missing it all too dearly. “You came back for me… You came back…”
The other looked down with a look that Yesung couldn’t quite decipher. It made his legs even weaker, made his bottom lip tremble and whole body to become an utter mess. He leaned down and capture Jongwoon’s lips almost too easily, fitting almost too perfectly. He moved as slow as possible, trying to prolong the moment. He didn’t make the kiss intrusive at all, instead opting for something more sensual and passionate as he guided Jongwoon’s hands to grasp at his shoulders. His own hands were wrapped tightly around the smaller’s skinny waist, pulling their bodies even closer, basked in the beautiful moonlight.
“Kyuhyun…”
***
“Good morning, my Jongwoon.” Kyuhyun stroked Jongwoon’s messy hair lovingly, the two of them lying side by side on the smaller’s more than luxurious bed. The piece of furniture looked as if it could fit an entire family in its comfort and warmth. Kyuhyun played with the prince’s locks, long fingers toying with the strands right by the other’s ear, smirking at every shiver that wracked the tiny body in his arms whenever he accidentally brushed the sensitive skin.
“You stayed… You really stayed.” Jongwoon breathed, eyes heavy with sleep as he snuggled closer to Kyuhyun’s body, his warmth more than addicting. His mind was groggy from last night’s reunion, filled with happiness - the feeling almost overflowing. He could barely remember what happened, it was all too overwhelming. He didn’t even remember how he got back home. All he could remember was staying in Kyuhyun’s arms for an immeasurable amount of time, giggling about everything under the moon, gazing into each other’s eyes and kisses. Lots of kisses. An infinite amount.
It should be strange to do such things with a person that was missing for a prolonged period of time but it wasn’t. It felt right to be held by Kyuhyun. It felt right to be touched by Kyuhyun. It felt right to be with Kyuhyun. It was the most right he had felt in his entire life. He was pretty sure that their relationship hadn’t been of that nature back when he was nothing but a child. But if the quickening of his heart was any indication then he surely wanted this kind of relationship.
“How did you get in here anyway?” Jongwoon questioned, slowly waking up. He could feel Kyuhyun’s playful fingers drag light against his scalp until beginning to stroke his neck. Even after he had discovered the other’s identity, he still felt the tiny tremors at everything Kyuhyun did. He clutched at Kyuhyun’s crumpled shirt with his tiny fingers when he felt light caresses skipping across the back of his neck.
“Is that really how you should greet me in the morning? I would rather a ‘Good morning, Kyuhyun’, accompanied by a much appreciated kiss.” Kyuhyun teased coyly, pressing his own lips to the smaller male’s head, chuckling as Jongwoon spluttered in surprise. He could practically feel the smaller boy cheeks blush, the soft skin pressed flush against his collarbone. “Ow! I don’t recall you being quite so violent when you were a child.”
Kyuhyun rubbed the spot on his head that Jongwoon had effectively whacked, the smaller boy pushing him away and crossing his arms. He never remembered his Jongwoon being this way around anyone as a child or as a teen. Of course he could not keep a twenty-four hour surveillance but from what he had gathered, the boy was shy and sweet. This violent streak had become increasingly more prominent as the night had progressed and apparently into the morning.
“I don’t recall you being so mean.” Jongwoon huffed, moving to crawl out of bed. Through the long talks from the night before, he discovered a side to Kyuhyun he had never known to exist. The man he remembered in his childhood treated him like he was made of the most precious of glass, capable of shattering with just the gentlest of winds. He had never guessed the taller could be quite so teasing. And from what he had gathered of last night’s events, the man also had a sneaky and snarky side. But even with all these discoveries, Kyuhyun had not aged a day, staying as beautiful and flawless as the first day Jongwoon had seen him.
“I’m not mean; you’re just easy to tease.” Kyuhyun said simply, dragging the escaping boy easily back into his arms, refusing to let him get away. Jongwoon let out a little yelp but the strong tug on his shirt that pulled him until his back was snuggled firmly into Kyuhyun’s chest. The taller male could practically see the pout present on the prince’s face, cooing silently in his head. He remembered all the times when the boy’s lips pulled into the familiar pout, watching him endearingly through the window, disallowed from entering and making contact. Threatened with banishment if he disobeyed, Kyuhyun could only watch from the sidelines. He couldn’t risk all that he had, not yet at least.
“Yah! Let go! You’re worse than a koala! I have to go to breakfast.” Jongwoon scolded, wiggling in the tight grasp that squeezed around his waist. It seemed whatever spell Kyuhyun had cast on him had faded through the night and he could think more clearly - not so bewitched by a mysterious stranger. Or perhaps it was the very mystery that had added to the enchantment.
“I assure you, I am much better than any tree climbing mammal.” Kyuhyun said surely as he nuzzled his nose into Jongwoon’s sensitive neck. Jongwoon slapped one of the hands that was entwined tightly around his waist but to no effect, Kyuhyun continued the action. He even went as far as to place light kisses across the back of his exposed shoulders, sending familiar shivers up his spine. “Would you like to see what interesting things I can do, my Jongwoon?”
“N-No! I do not! I want to get out of bed… Umma and Appa… Umma and Appa will scold me if I’m late for breakfast.” Jongwoon squirmed around desperately, his breath hitching as Kyuhyun lathered the side of his neck with kisses. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to give into the fluttering touches which were causing his heart to beat faster than he thought was humanly possible. His resistance weakened significantly as Kyuhyun kissed behind his ear, his body trembling pathetically. “No… Kyuhyun… My parents are probably upset about yesterday… I have to… I have to go.”
“Why do you always worry? Don’t. I have it all covered already.” Kyuhyun said simply, only holding Jongwoon tighter, placing a comforting kiss on the prince’s head. And yet the smaller male continued to squirm in his hold, irritating Kyuhyun just a little.
“Even if you do… It’s my duty to tend to whatever my parents have set out for me. I can’t skip out like that…” Jongwoon reasoned, taking a deep breath and finally deciding to relax a little in the taller’s arms. At least he could take a short intake of relief, knowing that even if he was a little late, his parents would not notice. But he would hate to develop bad habits or slacken in his practices. What if Kyuhyun wasn’t there to cover up for him? It would be disastrous and what would his parents think of him?
“I offer you some time to have fun with me and all you think about is work and those parents of yours?” Kyuhyun asked exasperatedly, scrunching his eyebrows together. He knew that the prince was extremely filial, even with the lack of affection and praise his parents offered, headstrong and stubborn as an ox. But even the hardworking prince needed some time off.
In the years that he had been gone, he had seen Jongwoon trying his best to make his parents proud, using every single second he could to give his parents a reason to see him without that condescending look. But to no avail, they focused on only his younger brother. So, Jongwoon tried harder, almost to the point of exhaustion sometimes. Kyuhyun had thought maybe after all those years; he would appreciate this little break he was offering. Apparently not.
“Do you have any idea how much I would give for someone to offer me a day of slacking?” Kyuhyun sighed, shaking his head. He entangled their legs as if to make a point that Jongwoon was not allowed to move, no matter how much he wished to. Today he was going to be only Kyuhyun’s. He had missed out so many years, yearning for this very boy - he would not allow him to escape quite so easily. Just one night in each other’s arms was not nearly enough. No amount of eternity would be enough.
“That’s because you’re a lazy ass that complains about the miniscule amounts of work that you get.” Kyuhyun turned his head sleepily to the opposite direction, away from Jongwoon, towards the grand window where a familiar voice had originated. He groaned at the thought of what came with that particular voice. He was completely sure he had freed up his schedule. He wanted today to be all about him and Jongwoon. Not him, Jongwoon and his retarded work.
Jongwoon looked up quizzically at Kyuhyun, the new voice strangely familiar, but deciding to keep his mouth shut. He had a vague idea of who it was but didn’t wish to interrupt. He was utterly confused, how did these two know each other? Even though both originated from a different world, from the realm of all things deemed unreal to humans, it couldn’t be quite so coincidental, right?
“Oh, go away Heechul-hyung. If you want me to do some work you’ll have to literally rip me off my Jongwoon.” Kyuhyun growled, his stupid Hyung and his stupid red collar and bell could go stuff it. Even if he did go do whatever work Siwon had assigned him, it’d be done terribly and he’d be complaining all day long. He doubted anyone wished to deal with him when he was grumpy. He could be quite infuriating and quite evil.
“You’re a retard.” Heechul replied, feline eyes narrowing at the tall boy and his messy bed hair. It was even worse than his usual puppy hair. He shook his head at the lazy male that he was assigned to take care of. It was quite a hassle to even be with Kyuhyun much less be his freaking caretaker. Siwon must’ve been particularly annoyed with him when he assigned him to Kyuhyun.
“And you’re a nag.” Kyuhyun replied simply, turning his head back to face the small male nestled in his arms. Jongwoon had his neck craned, giving him the most adorable, inquisitive look possible. Was this man really an adult? Sure, he had only reached of age the night before, but most people would not be able to pull off so much innocence and purity after they had turned twenty-one. But then again, Jongwoon had always been enigmatic and spontaneous. Even as a child and it was the little antics he did everyday that made Kyuhyun’s insatiable interest in the boy grow.
“I’m just coming to check things over, you imbecile.” Heechul said, jumping onto the bed agilely. He easily hopped over Kyuhyun’s larger body, curling into a comfortable little ball of grey fur by Jongwoon’s chest. Jongwoon was most definitely surprised when he saw the more than familiar kitty that rested nearby. He suspicions were correct. He could barely contain the squeal that pulled at his lips.
“Heebongie!” Jongwoon exclaimed, quickly pulling the cat into his embrace, effectively excluding Kyuhyun from this apparently very touching reunion. The prince barely registered Kyuhyun growling low in his throat as he stroked Heechul behind his pointed ears, the other purring at the treatment.
“Heebongie…? You’ve got to be kidding me, Hyung.” Kyuhyun finally interjected, only slightly irritated at the affection that Jongwoon was lathering Heechul in. He was the one to watch over Jongwoon all these years, the one to admire him as he grew from the bumbling child to the awkward pre-teen to the adorable teenager to the full grown man he was now. He had watched in the shadows, craving Jongwoon more than what was supposed to be healthy. He had spent a heaven sent year with the boy and then being denied was beyond cruel. He could never understand the uncontrollable infatuation he had over the boy when he was young but as he grew up, maturing in many ways yet retaining so many features, it all became all too clear.
“How do you know Heebongie, Kyuhyun?” Jongwoon asked, sensing some of Kyuhyun’s discomfort. It did not stop his constant attention to Heechul though, continuously scratching the cat, currently stroking the feline under the chin. Kyuhyun glared at Heechul, knowing that not only was he taking pleasure in all the pleasurable scratches Jongwoon was giving him but also in being able to irritate Kyuhyun so very effectively. Hardly anything affected Kyuhyun, anything thrown at him he could return tenfold. This, however, was pure gold and Heechul clearly wanted to milk this chance for as long as possible - especially after all the torture he had been made to endure through the years due to Kyuhyun’s annoying habits.
“I should be asking you how you know Heechul-hyung, Jongwoon.” Kyuhyun said as he sat up, still keeping a hand on Jongwoon’s side for an extra measure. Though it didn’t look like Jongwoon was particularly interested in getting up anymore. He seemed very enthralled by the fact that he could stroke at Heechul’s soft fur. Kyuhyun couldn’t help but glare at the cat for stealing his Jongwoon’s precious attention. Of course, Heechul barely flinched, instead letting out a rather long purr to just annoy Kyuhyun further.
“Heebongie was just a stray cat I found in the palace gardens. He’s so much fun to play with!” Jongwoon cooed, scratching Heechul just around the collar, causing the bell to jingle. He smiled adoringly at the feline and Kyuhyun couldn’t help but scowl at Heechul. “I was surprised that he could talk but I guess I got used to it. I mean I did meet you, Kyuhyun. You’re the most unbelievable thing that’s happened to me.”
“I told you to watch over him, Hyung! Not gain his everlasting affection!” Kyuhyun boomed, startling Jongwoon. Heechul had expected an outburst at some point but this was plain hilarious. He had befriended Jongwoon out of convenience’s sake; it was easiest to look after him when he was close after all. But this was proving to be one of the best decisions he ever made. He couldn’t help but burst out in a fit of giggles - a rather strange occurrence as most cats could not perform such an act.
“What can I say, Kyuhyun? People can’t resist me. And clearly Jongwoonie can’t either. I don’t blame him; he’s got astoundingly good taste.” Heechul teased, unable to control his sharp tongue. He and Kyuhyun often got into little spats but never had he had such an upper hand. He curled up closer to Jongwoon, purring as Jongwoon absentmindedly stroked him, more focused on understanding what was going on. “How he’s attracted to you, I’ll never know.”
“He’s attracted to me because I’m me. That’s all the reason he needs.” Kyuhyun growled, unconsciously squeezing Jongwoon’s side. The boy winced and glared up to Kyuhyun, reaching up his small hand to pinch Kyuhyun’s arm. He pouted at the taller boy and Kyuhyun just manufactured an over the top reaction at the tiny stinging pain.
“Stop treating me like I’m not here, you drama queen.” Jongwoon huffed, narrowing his eyes at Kyuhyun. He barely controlled the pout that subconsciously made its way to his lips, trying to keep up a mildly annoyed persona. “How do you know Heebongie?”
>>Part 2>>