Kingdom of Roses | Stray Kids Royal AU

First encounter

800 years ago...

Minho was lying on the grass. His heavy armour was making him sweat, but he loved the smell of grass after rain. So he stayed there for a while, in the sun light and closed his eyes enjoying the warm feeling on his face.

Suddenly he squirmed his eyes when he sensed a shadow blocking the sun. He opened his eyes and saw a boy looking down at him.

-I thought you're dead, the boy left a relief sigh.

-I'm tired. Go and borther other stranger, said Minho annoyed.

The boy didn't listen. He sat down and started putting flowers in Minho's hair without him realising.

-Do you have family, soldier?

-Just my mother. Why?

-She must be worried for you. Tomorrow is the day you're allowed to go home, right?

-How do you know that?

Minho turned around to face the younger. The flowers fell from his head making him confused. The boy left out a chuckle covered with his palm.

-Answer. Do you have someone in the royal army? You couldn't possibly know other wise when is the day we go home.

-I can if I'm the King's son, the boy smiled proud.

Present

Minho was laying on the grass, in the huge garden of his mansion. He liked the smell of grass after rain. It was peaceful to feel the breeze while no one was nagging him for being to much of a brat at school or for rejecting every date his mother set up for him. He didn't need a fucking lover. He needed space.

Suddenly a bucket tumbled on the grass until he hit Minho in the head. He got up angered, looking for the responsible servant.

-I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! It just slipped my hands, a boy came running.

-You are really incompetent, aren't you? Minho hissed rubbing his nape.

-Hey! I was nice with you. Why do you have to behave like a bitch? the boy spat back.

Minho was surprised by the boldness.

-You can't talk to me like that, brat!

-I can! No one can tell me what to do.

-Except for your boss' son, Minho smirked.

The boy swallowed every word he said.

-What's your name, bucket boy?

-Han Jisung.

-Aren't you gonna apologise properly, Han Jisung? Minho leaned out to mock Jisung.

-Over my dead body. You're still a bitch. But now I know you're a rich bitch.

-You wouldn't be that talkative if my mother was here.

-You're right. Because she is my boss, not you. I am a gardener, not your domestic.

800 years ago

Minho's eyes widen in surprise. He got back on his feet almost falling and bowed respectfully in front of the royal blood.

-I apologies, your Highness!

The boy laughed again, this time not hiding his mouth.

-It's ok. I admit I don't have the attire of a prince. What's your name?

-Commander 1st class Lee Minho, sir.

-You seem older than me, so don't call me like that, please! Call me Jisung. Just Jisung. And you can raise your gaze. Talk to my face, not my feet.

Minho's eyes met with Jisung. He was speechless. The boy was so pure and beautiful. His lips curled slowly into a smile.

When he realised it, he apologised again for being disrespectful. He bowed the second time, but when he raised his head he fell the prince's hand touching his ear.

-You looked so beautiful with flowers in your hair, Jisung uttered after placing a thornless rose behind Minho's ear.

Present

-Apologise! Minho yelled while chasing Jisung though the house.

-Cut it out, spoiled brat! I'm definitely not! You looked much better with the bucket on your head.

-I'm gonna get you fired for these remarks.

-Go ahead! Better than working for you!

Minho got tired of running, so he gripped Jisung's wrist.

-Isn't this harm over a servant?

-You threw a bucket in my head.

-It was an innocent mistake made by a clumsy new gardener. You, on the other hand, you're well-known for having anger issues. I'm younger than you, so that won't look good for your image.

-If you're younger than me, then show me some respect. You should call me hyung.

-For sure, the boy rolled his eyes. You don't deserve it. Now excuse me, I have to get back to work, Jisung pushed Minho out of his way.

The red rose symbolizes romance, love, beauty, and courage. A red rosebud signifies beauty and purity. A thornless red rose means love at first sight.

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So I have this idea of a story with reincarnated lovers. But not your typical story, of course. We get to see in parallel the two timelines and the evolution of the same relationships, but with the roles switched.

Therefore, the one who fell first shall fall in love last.

Please give this story a chance! Thank you!