"would you run away with me? yes" — call it what you want, taylor swift
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"are you ready?" wooyoung asked, the boy next to him nodding. wooyoung took in a deep breath. this was risky, they both knew it. but their love for each other was stronger and greater than any fear they have for their next actions. wooyoung looked over and saw the moon reflecting itself on the boy's face, him finding himself smiling a little when he saw san already smiling at him.
"you don't have be afraid, love," san muttered softly, placing a hand on wooyoung's cheek, which the younger leaned into, "you'll be alright with me. we'll be alright together. yeah?"
wooyoung nodded. he knew that he'll be alright wherever san was because san, unlike this awful, disgusting mansion, will always be his home. it didn't matter where they were, wooyoung would always feel safe when he was with san. the two hopped onto their individual horses, riding out into the dark and into their future together, away from the darkness and shadows of san's past.
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"the prince is still lost, says the queen. she then proceeded to describe how the prince was whipped away in foolishness by the — oh, san, you're going to love this — mischievous, sly and manipulative jung wooyoung. who is this jung wooyoung? after doing some digging, our research team found jung wooyoung as an apprentice at the royal cookery. although the royal cookery refused to confirm nor deny his place as an apprentice, his classmates seemed to be cheery and chirpy when we mentioned him. seems like mr jung is one popular boy — loved by his peers and the prince himself." wooyoung finished, closing the newspaper and grinning towards his boyfriend who was sitting opposite to him, "that was interesting."
san sighed. he put down his cup of tea — wooyoung was still not able to get san to get that habit out of his system despite it being so fucking posh in wooyoung's opinion — and dropped his head onto the headrest of the chair, "when will they stop this? this is my own decision and i was the one that asked you to run away with me, not the other way around."
wooyoung chuckled. he walked over, placing his hands on san's shoulders and started massaging them, hoping it'll ease some of the knots on the prince's shoulder. it was all so sickly domestic, like all so post-married couples that are still in love. it was like a movie, only that they knew this'll never end in a happy ending. san was a prince, yes, but he was a prince that ran away from his summer house hand-in-hand with a boy. a boy that was of no royalty, no novelty, no title. as much as the nation loved this twisted, strangled tale of forbidden love, the throne would most likely disown san as a crown prince and remove his title as a prince all at once. there was no way they'd let him keep his place in line for the throne.
"it's okay, sannie," wooyoung said soothingly, placing soft kisses around san's face, the older humming in content, "they don't know that. and they don't have to at all. it'll be our little secret and nothing more; how does that sound, hm?"
san smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. wooyoung always knew how to calm him down. that was always their thing; wooyoung calming san down before the prince started throwing things in frustration and san calming wooyoung down before wooyoung started hyperventilating and collapsing onto the floor. they were always there for each other and that's all they need.
somewhere between san smiling and wooyoung massaging his shoulders, the two's lips connected into a soft kiss. wooyoung had his arms around san's neck with san connecting their fingers together, lacing them together as their lips danced their little waltz. together, they did magic. they were everything that a nation would ask for a perfect royal fairy tale, too bad wooyoung was from nothing and will, in his future, still be nothing.
