❝I don't know if I wan't to kiss you or shove you off of a cliff.❞
❝Can I pick?❞
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Wooyoung, the prince -soon to be king- of Ecidora finds himself enamored of one of his newest servants. But his love causes quite some complication.
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Yeosang sat on a table covered in books across from his best friend, who was scanning the bookshelves. "Come on Wooyoungie, let's do something fun!" He slammed a book shut, and set it behind him. Wooyoung turned to his friend with a heavy sigh "What do you suggest we do?" He said, as he slid a book back in between two others.
"We should go out to the village! Maybe go to a bar or something."
Wooyoung scrunched his nose at the suggestion, he was more on edge than usual today. San had been stressing him out oddly enough, he had went back to just acting like Woo's servant, nothing more. He went back to sleeping in the chambers instead of Wooyoung's room like they had agreed. "Maybe not, we don't even know our way around it."
Yeosang hopped off the table and approached his friend, placing a concerned hand on his shoulder. "What's going on, Wooyoung? The prince I know would be more than open to that idea." The prince frowned as he stared at the other, who refused to make eye contact.
Wooyoung would rather do anything but admit what's going on. If he did, Yeosang would ask even more questions which would indefinitely end in him having to talk about his new found love for the other, which he wasn't quite right to speak about out loud. He was not even sure if the feelings were real.
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San felt a hard impact on the back of his head, from Yunho's hand "San you fucking numbskull.' The taller man scolded him. "I'm not one for violence, but you deserved that." Hongjoong added— says the same man who threw a rock at his best friend just a few days ago.
"Look, I'm sorry, It's just not going to happen." San shrugged, his hand had retreated to the back of his head, rubbing where he had been attacked.
"How are you going to decide that after you've kissed him? Poor kid is already head over heels." Hongjoong sat down, crisscrossing his little legs on the cot. San chewed on his lip, that was the thing, he knew it was wrong to do this. But what felt even worse was taking Wooyoung away from Ryujin. No matter what, they would be married on paper, and to everybody in this damned place. San couldn't bear seeing that, watching them be married, and act as a couple. It was wrong, and worst of all, it would hurt a lot. "He's getting married, I cannot be with a married man."
