[DRABBLE] [ENG] [Infinite] White Soldiers 1/1
Title: White Soldiers
Rating: G (probably higher if your imagination runs wild (?). And well, they're supposed to be soldiers, even if war isn't the main point here)
Fandom: Infinite (Sungyeol/Myungsoo) (you might recognise the third character too) - AU
Word count: 610 words
Summary: The King summons two White Soldiers (Myungsoo and Sungyeol) to his tent. Myungsoo doesn't know why - dashidorawa
·> Unbeta-ed. Based on this image by Infinite University (which can be found here).
·> Hope you like it~ (and please do comment even if you didn't like it) ♥
“The King wants you two to go to see Him. Right now.”
Myungsoo knew they were done for. None of the White Soldiers that had previously been summoned to see Him, were they men or women, had come back to the quarter after that. And probably Sungyeol and he weren’t going to be the exception. He just wished theirs wouldn’t be a long, cruel death - although that might be actually better than bleeding to death in the battlefield. Even though he was a White Soldier, he hadn’t really considered which the worst way to die was.
Sungyeol seemed as tense as he was, but at the same time his gaze was pretty calmed, as if everything was a dangerous but daily manoeuvre - one that needed concentration so as not to get hurt, but with the experience of a veteran.
“Do not worry. We’re going to make it out of that room alive,” said Sungyeol, taking Myungsoo’s hand and stopping him in his tracks.
“How do you know it?”
“I… have heard some rumours about it.” And of course he did. A year older (which meant more time serving in the military) than Myungsoo and not as clumsy as him, Sungyeol was actually a good spy. Myungsoo, on the other hand, was in charge of reconnaissance missions thanks to his memory and ability to quickly case the lay of the land.
Right in front of the big tent that was used to temporarily host the King, Myungsoo couldn’t help but embracing Sungyeol. He wanted to be surrounded once again (maybe for the last time ever?) by Sungyeol’s smell, warmness, arms. Lately they hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time together, because Sungyeol said that he needed to research something, and Myungsoo was so regretting that fact.
“We need to go, Myungsoo-yah.”
Of course they had to, but all those fatal scenarios that were coming to his mind were breaking his heart. A couple of minutes later, though, they were down on one knee, about to face the King.
“Such a wonderful pleasure to see you’re both handsome as I had been told. Stand up, my lovely soldiers. Yes, handsome indeed.”
Myungsoo was trembling with fear - he was in front of the person who he had been serving ever since he remembered, the one that had almost full control of his life. And he certainly didn’t expect the King to be… handsome as well, with a pointy nose pretty singular. And quite young, too, probably only a bit older than Sungyeol.
“Who was the one that sent the request?”
“It was me, our Highness,” replied Sungyeol. Myungsoo had no idea of what they were talking about. Which request?
“I see. So you’re Sungyeol-gun then. Does he know about the consequences if I accept it?” asked the King. Wait, was that a smirk?
“I don’t think so, our Highness.”
This was getting weirder, but at least it didn’t really sound like their lives were in immediate danger.
“Myungsoo-gun, what do you say about it? As you have both been part of the Infinite division of the White Soldiers for more than three years, you’re now allowed to be free as a reward, because it has been the tradition of this kingdom and Sungyeol-gun requested for it.”
“Really? I mean, are your words true, our Highness?” Myungsoo couldn’t believe it.
“That is, after one night with me. If you two please me enough, you won’t be required again to be soldiers. If not, then you die.”
“We will accept your gracious offer, our Highness.”
One week later, Myungsoo and Sungyeol entered hand in hand to their own house, far from the battlefield.
Ehm... I don't know where did this come from. I'm actually writing another fic which needs to be published asap, but I was saving pictures and when I saw that one I imagined the whole plot. Oops.
Rating: G (probably higher if your imagination runs wild (?). And well, they're supposed to be soldiers, even if war isn't the main point here)
Fandom: Infinite (Sungyeol/Myungsoo) (you might recognise the third character too) - AU
Word count: 610 words
Summary: The King summons two White Soldiers (Myungsoo and Sungyeol) to his tent. Myungsoo doesn't know why - dashidorawa
·> Unbeta-ed. Based on this image by Infinite University (which can be found here).
·> Hope you like it~ (and please do comment even if you didn't like it) ♥
“The King wants you two to go to see Him. Right now.”
Myungsoo knew they were done for. None of the White Soldiers that had previously been summoned to see Him, were they men or women, had come back to the quarter after that. And probably Sungyeol and he weren’t going to be the exception. He just wished theirs wouldn’t be a long, cruel death - although that might be actually better than bleeding to death in the battlefield. Even though he was a White Soldier, he hadn’t really considered which the worst way to die was.
Sungyeol seemed as tense as he was, but at the same time his gaze was pretty calmed, as if everything was a dangerous but daily manoeuvre - one that needed concentration so as not to get hurt, but with the experience of a veteran.
“Do not worry. We’re going to make it out of that room alive,” said Sungyeol, taking Myungsoo’s hand and stopping him in his tracks.
“How do you know it?”
“I… have heard some rumours about it.” And of course he did. A year older (which meant more time serving in the military) than Myungsoo and not as clumsy as him, Sungyeol was actually a good spy. Myungsoo, on the other hand, was in charge of reconnaissance missions thanks to his memory and ability to quickly case the lay of the land.
Right in front of the big tent that was used to temporarily host the King, Myungsoo couldn’t help but embracing Sungyeol. He wanted to be surrounded once again (maybe for the last time ever?) by Sungyeol’s smell, warmness, arms. Lately they hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time together, because Sungyeol said that he needed to research something, and Myungsoo was so regretting that fact.
“We need to go, Myungsoo-yah.”
Of course they had to, but all those fatal scenarios that were coming to his mind were breaking his heart. A couple of minutes later, though, they were down on one knee, about to face the King.
“Such a wonderful pleasure to see you’re both handsome as I had been told. Stand up, my lovely soldiers. Yes, handsome indeed.”
Myungsoo was trembling with fear - he was in front of the person who he had been serving ever since he remembered, the one that had almost full control of his life. And he certainly didn’t expect the King to be… handsome as well, with a pointy nose pretty singular. And quite young, too, probably only a bit older than Sungyeol.
“Who was the one that sent the request?”
“It was me, our Highness,” replied Sungyeol. Myungsoo had no idea of what they were talking about. Which request?
“I see. So you’re Sungyeol-gun then. Does he know about the consequences if I accept it?” asked the King. Wait, was that a smirk?
“I don’t think so, our Highness.”
This was getting weirder, but at least it didn’t really sound like their lives were in immediate danger.
“Myungsoo-gun, what do you say about it? As you have both been part of the Infinite division of the White Soldiers for more than three years, you’re now allowed to be free as a reward, because it has been the tradition of this kingdom and Sungyeol-gun requested for it.”
“Really? I mean, are your words true, our Highness?” Myungsoo couldn’t believe it.
“That is, after one night with me. If you two please me enough, you won’t be required again to be soldiers. If not, then you die.”
“We will accept your gracious offer, our Highness.”
One week later, Myungsoo and Sungyeol entered hand in hand to their own house, far from the battlefield.
Ehm... I don't know where did this come from. I'm actually writing another fic which needs to be published asap, but I was saving pictures and when I saw that one I imagined the whole plot. Oops.