san walked to his room and sighed before opening the door. he half expected wooyoung to still be in bed, given that it was still eight in the morning. but when he saw wooyoung changing in the middle of his room, san's eyes widened. he quickly turned around with his eyes widened, then frowned. what was wooyoung changing into?
"wait, what are you changing into? all the clothes here are mine." san said, turning back around to see wooyoung's face bright red, like he was a deer caught in headlights.
wooyoung finished wearing the shirt properly and was now buttoning up the buttons, smiling cheekily at san, "well, that's sort of the point, though. they all are so comfortable, sannie, so i decided to wear one for the day."
san raised an eyebrow, walking over to his boyfriend and grinning, "and did you ask for my permission to do so, cinnamon? they are still my clothes, after all."
wooyoung tapped his chin twice and looked up at san, the same cheeky smile on his face as he squinted his eyes to seemingly judge san, "what's yours are mine, what's mine is mine. it's simple, sannie, really. why don't you get it?"
"so i don't get what's yours?" san questioned, arms snaking around wooyoung's waist to hold them tightly and pulled the younger towards him, grin growing ever so widely.
the two were in love, anyone could see that. but what everyone could see was that they didn't love each other because they were each other's soulmates. no, they fell in love with each other. they fell in love with the other's personality, with the other's way of life, with how the other was.
they were in love and therefore soulmates. although that didn't really make sense in either of their minds, they just accepted it. they knew they were going to be separated soon, so they'll cherish the time they have with each other now. so that when they separate, there would be no regrets.
"wooyoung, there's something you've got to know." san voiced after kissing the younger multiple times. wooyoung's lips were now love bitten and swollen, filled to the brim with san's love and admiration. wooyoung hummed, encouraging the older to continue his words.
"i have to lead the army for an ambush directed at the park gang. i'll have to start right away and there might be a chance-"
"then i'm coming with you!" wooyoung blurted. san looked into his lover's eyes and he could see absolutely nothing other than determination and courage. wooyoung was so brave. but no, san would not allow this. wooyoung was already pushed to the battlefield, needing to fight alongside him and other soldiers, which he didn't like at all. he's not risking wooyoung to go train with the soldiers and maybe losing his life in an ambush.
san started shaking his head, "no, wooyoung, you have to-"
"i am coming with you." wooyoung said firmly. his hands travelled up to san's face and cupped the prince's face in his own, smiling softly, "i told you: i will be protecting you to the best of my abilities. i can't really protect you if i'm far away from you, now, can i, your highness?"
san frowned, still shaking his head, "no. no, you are not coming with me. i command you to stay here! i already have to risk you by having you go onto the battlefield and actually fight because those advisors convinced father you are our best shot at winning. i am not risking you dying in an ambush! wooyoung, i love you with all my heart and my whole existence, i probably can't find another person that i would feel for as much as i feel for you. you know what, that didn't even make sense. point is — i'm not risking this again. please, please just stay here. i can't lose you. please, wooyoung, please."
wooyoung went silent for a while. he knew san was going to say no. san was absolutely going to say no and would want wooyoung to stay here. but then again, when did wooyoung ever listen to what san said and wanted him to do? if san was created to follow rules, then wooyoung was definitely created to break the rules.
"i'm going to find hongjoong hyung." wooyoung announced softly, untangling himself from san's hold and started walking out of san's room. san let out a frustrated grunt and went after wooyoung, holding to the younger's arm and turned him around to face him.
"please, wooyoung, just listen to me. stay here. you'll get to protect me on the battlefield, yeah? just—just at least give me the reassurance that you're safe before the war." san pleaded, his eyes filled with nothing but despair for his soulmate to just stay in the palace for the time being.
"please, cinnamon, just stay for me." san muttered, nearing wooyoung and pulled the younger into a gentle kiss. san wrapped his arms tightly around wooyoung's waist, his fingers interlocking at the smalls of wooyoung's back. the younger sighed; this was nothing like their other kisses. sure, all of their kisses were filled with love, but this was filled with something wooyoung just couldn't pinpoint on. was it despair? was it hope? was it just the plain want of san wanting wooyoung to stay?
either way, it was strong. and it affected wooyoung.
wooyoung pulled away and sighed, "fine. you're commanding the soldiers, you say?"
san nodded, a huge smile on his face right now, "yes, along with jongho."
"well, then, i'll come with you for that. i don't have training today and it'll be better for me to be with you than just wandering around the palace or go to the kitchen for yeonjun and felix again. so, lead the way, your highness." wooyoung bowed, smile tugging his lips as san whack the back of his head lightly.
"i told you," san said, leaning down so his nose would touch wooyoung's one, "there's no need to call me your highness, wooyoung ah."
wooyoung shrugged, "i like it though, calling you your highness." and he grinned when he saw san closing his eyes for a moment to just collect himself.
"damn it, wooyoung. if only you know half the things you do to me." san muttered, eyes burning holes into wooyoung's softer, giggly ones.
wooyoung placed a chaste kiss on san's lips, giggling away, "oh, i know, my prince, i know."
