Post #25

[seoulfulness]

Fics (# 24)

expected brown eyed girls, gain/narsha
probably girl's day, minah/yura
kakurenbo big bang + 2ne1, gen
golden opportunity btob, changseob/hyunsik
untitled snsd, sooyoung/hyoyeon
untitled snsd, hyoyeon/jessica
forget me not exo, kai/suho
iceberg btob, hyunsik/eunkwang
control vixx, ravi/n
Aloha Nui Loa Sistar, Hyorin/Bora
nothing worth

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fill: How To Snag An Attractive Bodyguard, by Prince Sehun (1/?)

[anonymous]

Sehun was cold, tired, and miserable. He just wanted to get home, have his servant draw him a tub of hot water, have a bath, and huddle up in his finest Imported Silk, thousand thread count sheets. His beautiful white steed was getting tired, too, clopping along slowly, but there was a roadblock in the street ahead due to a tree falling over in the heavy snow, and pardon his French, but Sehun just wanted to get home, dammit. He sniffed a little, feeling his eyebrows knit into a frown and his lower lip slide out into a pout: he was going to be upset, he could just feel it. This was horrible.

Sehun casted an annoyed frown to his left: a peddler hawking potatoes. Sehun scoffed - he didn't even remember the last time he’d eaten potatoes, the lowly root. A glance to his right: a middle-aged woman selling colourful playthings - Sehun might have dismounted and bought a windmill because they were pretty, if the ground wasn’t covered with snow; his boots were genuine suede, after all. Oh, and if she weren't a peasant. Oh Sehun did not mingle with peasants.

Another frustrated look ahead yielded no good news: the tree was proving to be very large and bulky indeed for the removal team, and Sehun was pretty much stuck in the middle of this blasted road with no one besides peasants for company. Oh, bollocks.

Sehun blew at his bangs, rolling his eyes as the peasant to his left yelled about potatoes.

“Potatoes! Delicious potatoes for cheap!” The peddler lifted his huge metal steamer lid to serve a customer and Sehun, reluctantly, got a whiff of the potatoes - whoa, okay, did potatoes always smell so good? Because they smelled like the delicacies Sehun usually gets back in the palace, and Sehun didn't eat lowly roots, but the potatoes did smell delicious. He snuck a little peek at the mound of steaming potatoes in the peddler’s cart - they looked delicious, too, even if the skins seemed rather mucky. He’d only had a bit of cheese and bread for lunch, too, having lost his bag of food on his way to the hunting grounds, and he was starving.

But, of course, Sehun did not buy things from street carts - the nasty food could upset his delicate stomach! - and he did not mingle with peasants.

Sehun resisted for two whole seconds before he caved and dismounted, walking over to the peddler. The peddler looked up, grinning and holding out a potato at him.

“Potato, sir?”

Sehun had to fight to keep his nose from wrinkling, because the peasant’s hand was holding that mucky potato’s skin with no gloves, or any sort of protection. The dirt, Sehun thought, appalled. But the potatoes did look delicious.

“Do you have... a napkin?” Sehun asked, wary of the very dirty potato. The peasant gave him a strange look.

“No......” The peddler rummaged around in his cart, “but I guess you can have this rag to hold it?”

The rag was passably clean if Sehun closed both his eyes, and it was probably better than nothing, so Sehun took the potato. The smell of the potato was almost overwhelming, and his stomach was growling louder by the minute, so he would just wash his hands twice as hard when he got back to the palace and it should be fine.

One thing, though.