Captain Choi Jongho of the Kingdom of Fire falls in love with the ethereal Prince of the Kingdom of Ice, Kang Yeosang. But will their love bring everlasting peace or destruction?
[Jongsang ff]
𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 : #2 in CHOI JONGHO
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Yeosang could feel Jongho fingers curled around his waist and his arms linked behind his back. Jongho's warmth sent occasional chills down Yeosangs back and for some reason, he didn't want to push the handsome male away.
"U-um what I meant was, I won't let you get married to a random person according to your father's wish. . . Who is it?" Jongho coughed and covered his sudden words by another useless sentence.
"O-oh. . . That's the problem. She isn't just someone random. She is a very decent and important individual" Yeosang sighed. He could've said no to his father if his future bride wasn't the princess of a powerful Kingdom.
"What do you want?" Jongho softly slipped his arms off of Yeosang waist and flopped down on the cushion of snow, while patting the white space next to him.
"I don't even have to think about it" Yeosang grunted as he sat down next to Jongho. "I do not" he then said, firmly.
"Does your father want it? Badly?" Jongho asked. He wanted to convince Yeosang, even though against his hearts will, to go according to what his father wants, or he knew that Yeosang would regret, just like he does.
"Yes, he wants it. That's why I ran away from home again. Because we fought" Yeosang crossed his legs at his ankles.
"Maybe go with what he wants? He just wants you to marry her right? Just say 'I do ' and keep away from her like she's the plague" Jongho said while chuckling and to his surprise, a soft and deep laugh filled his ears. He turned towards Yeosang, who had his mouth covered as soft music erupted from his lips.
A slight smile drew upon Jongho's face as he stared at Yeosang. His white hair danced upon his forehead, as the dark grey clouds of thoughts in his eyes brushed away, being replaced by lighter and happier ones. The amount of curves in his lips lengthening and shortening, depending upon the volume of his laughs.
"I could do that" Yeosang finally said and turned towards Jongho as their eyes met.
In Jongho's soft brown eyes, a blazing fire grew for the latter and in Yeosang's eyes, a blizzard brewed for the other.
"Then do so" Jongho said.
"But she is a nice person, I can't bare to get married and never talk to her" Yeosang looked down, his eyes cloudy again.
"Ah. . . You're the nice type of guy. . . When is this wedding?" Jongho asked.
"Probably a few weeks or a month ahead" Yeosang shrugged as he slapped himself softly, for gulping when he noticed how plump Jongho's lips were.
"Oh. . . You should listen to your father, Yeosang" Jongho said.
"I do not love her, Jongho. I can't agree to marry her" Yeosang stated.
"You don't have you agree. Just say, 'Father, I shall listen to your words and marry that witch butyou cannot claim our marriage to be out of love nor can you ask for an heir '" Jongho chuckled once again, allowing giggles to pour out of Yeosangs lips.
"Would that work?" Yeosang asked.
"Yes. . . I'm telling you to listen because I don't want you to end up like me" Jongho bit his lip.
"Like you? What do you mean?" Yeosang questioned.
"It's not something you can bother about" Jongho smiled.
"You can tell me if there's anything bothering you. Keeping them locked up inside is torture. If you would trust me, that is" Yeosang gave Jongho an assuring smile.
"I believe I can trust you" he glanced at Yeosang and began, "When I was younger, my father wanted me to become a soldier and to become a General, like I am the present. It was his dying wish to make me a privileged individual. But me being young and immature, all I wanted was to play with my friends and help my Mother at her bakery" he paused and chuckled.
"He went for his sword practices and wars and to the Palace. He tried to drag me along but I stayed back, baking bread. One day, he went for war. . . And never came back. My Mother hanged herself in despair and it was the King who raised me. . . I regret every ounce of what I had done and unluckily, he is no longer by my side, to see me ride beside the Royal Family of his Kingdom, protecting them with all I have" Jongho smiled.
"I don't want you to fall into this state. . ." Jongho looked at Yeosang who was gazing at him, his eyes clouded in sympathy.
"Now that was done and said. . " Jongho sighed and stood up. "I better get going, Yeosang"
"Oh, please have a safe walk back home. I shall spend some more time here" Yeosang said, as Jongho nodded and started to walk back.
"Hey, Yeosang?" Jongho called.
"Yes" Yeosang turned back.
"Will you be my friend?" Jongho asked, with a smile as the butterflies in him became impatient.
"I would love to" Yeosang smiled back, his heart pounding against his chest.
After time was spent by the lake, Yeosang rode back the Palace.
He swept the floors with this cloak as he walked into his Father's bedroom.
"Father" Yeosang called as he saw his father helping his step-mother take her jewelry off.
"Yeosang!" his father stopped his helping and rushed to Yeosang and pulled him into an embrace. "I was worried about you. Where were you?"
I will do this. . For him Yeosang thought. "I'm sorry for leaving, Father"
"I will not rush your marriage, Yeosang. I'm so sorry" his Father stroked Yeosang's head.
"I shall marry her, Father. But you cannot claim the marriage to be out of love nor can you request an heir"
