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 (2/?)

[anonymous]

“How... do I remove... the skin?” Sehun asked the peasant, who stared at him, expression unreadable. Wordlessly, the peasant grabbed the potato over, which made Sehun jump a little (and wipe his hands on his brocade robe). He was about to call the peasant rude when the peasant started peeling his potato. Well, then. Perhaps some of these street stalls had better service than he’d thought.

“Thank you,” Sehun said stiffly when the potato seller handed the peeled potato back to him, snug in the rag. The potato seller glanced at him and turned away, clearly snorting at Sehun, to which Sehun bristled, but was sufficiently distracted with a bite of the potato. It was delicious.

Sehun took two bites before he felt his legs getting a little tired; Oh Sehun did not stand around for long. Looking around for somewhere to sit on - somewhere that wasn’t dirty gravel, he frowned and clicked his tongue a little, to which the potato peddler turned around and stared at him. Sehun pretended not to be very put out with someone staring at him and continued with his search - after all, peasants must not have learnt manners, like he did. He must try to be more benevolent and understanding, as his father King Junmyeon often told him.

“You can sit here,” the potato seller suddenly said, and pushed a tiny stool towards Sehun. It was roughly-cut wood and pretty dirty, too, but there wasn't much up for choice here, so Sehun took it and perched himself on it as comfortably as he could. The potato seller glanced again at him, snorted and shook his head a little, then plopped down on the ground.

“Isn’t - it... cold?” Sehun asked, because the peasant was sitting on snow.

“Yeah,” the guy shrugged, “but it’s fine. You can sit there.”

Sehun stared at him, but he wasn't about to give up his precious seat, so he just munched on his potato in silence.

It happened in a flash - Sehun didn't know what happened, exactly: there was a flash of black in front of both of them and then the potato seller practically threw Sehun behind his cart, yelling for Sehun to stay down. Sehun could see a bunch of masked people dressed in black, brandishing swords and one with a bow and arrow (jeebers, Sehun was really freaked out now).

“What -”

“Shut up and stay down,” the potato seller yelled, whipping out a sword from the bottom of his cart. Sehun got right the fuck down behind the cart when he felt an arrow whizz by his ear, and watched with his heart in his mouth and possibly pee in his pants as the potato seller fended off the masked hooligans, knocking most of them out and the bandits spurting blood from each limb the potato seller cut. Sehun would never had admitted this normally, but dang did this peasant look really dashing.

The limp forms of the bandits built up on the ground as the potato seller saved Sehun's fair-skinned, rose-smelling ass, and when the group of assassin scum started to stagger away, Sehun still cowered behind the potato cart, the potato seller finally dropped the sword and looked at Sehun, his brow furrowed.

"Who are you?" he asked, and Sehun frowned. He should have been the one asking that. Sehun was royalty--who didn't know who Sehun was?

"I'm Sehun," he said stiffly, because he had seen what this guy could do to a human body, after all. "Who... are... you?"

"Kai," the potato seller said brusquely after giving him a once-over. "Are you a prince, or what? Why are there people after you."

"I am a prince, yes," Sehun said, miffed because this Kai hadn't recognised him. "Who are you?"

"Someone who knows how to defend himself, clearly," Kai told him, which got Sehun very indignant, but he couldn't piss this guy off; he was Sehun's benefactor, technically, and Sehun was afraid of getting back to the palace alone after that attack on him (he would show Father that there were people wanting to kill him and that he clearly needed a whole troop of guards, which Father had always refused).