When the poor sweetheart Wooyoung meets the annoying and mean Prince San, he suddenly can't help being attracted to him.
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Choi San, a King to be, is living the dream life of a little child. Unfortunately, he ne...
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yunho had been hitting his training very hard lately, and he was particularly concerned about one thing: his armpits. he'd read in sonne books that sometimes, even with cleaning, sweat could leave a bad smell behind. he didn't want to be that guy on the training field with the bad bo, so he turned to his friend wooyoung for help.
"woo, can you smell my armpit and tell me if it stinks?" yunho asked, raising his arms up high.
wooyoung wrinkled his nose but complied, leaning in for a sniff. "hmmm, let me see," he said, taking his time. "actually, you're good! no stink at all."
yunho let out a huge sigh of relief and lowered his arms. "phew, that's a relief. i have a training session with mingi later and i didn't want to gross him out."
wooyoung raised an eyebrow at his friend's dedication. "all that for mingi, huh? you're quite whipped, yunho."
his friend blushed a little but didn't deny it. which simply confirmed that he was indeed head over heels the royal guard. "what can i say? i want to make a good impression on him."
wooyoung laughed and patted his friend behind his back. "well, i think you're good on the armpit front. but just to be safe, maybe take an extra shower before?"
yunho grinned. "you're right. can't be too careful. thanks, woo."
the two friends fist-bumped and went on their way, yunho feeling much more confident about his workout later. and as for mingi ? well, let's just say yunho's dedication paid off in more ways than one.
as yunho made his way to train with the royal guard, wooyoung found himself with idle hands and a restless mind. san was preoccupied with offering guidance to yeosang, jongho, hongjoong, and seonghwa in their swordsmanship. wooyoung was amazed by the prince's abilities in combat. it made sense that a prince would know how to defend himself, but he just didn't expect him to be this skilled.
lost in thought, wooyoung soon realized he was running out of clean clothes to wear. he hadn't anticipated staying out in the wilderness for so long, but they were set to end their journey tomorrow. but then again, who could predict how this dangerous mission would end? they were only eight against a thousand guards and the king himself. it was a daunting prospect that seemed like suicide, but it was necessary to bring peace to the kingdom. everyone would suffer under the king's cruelty otherwise and they didn't want that to happen.
despite the uncertainty looming over them, there was at least one ally they could count on - the queen. she was most likely against all the violence that her husband showed before. maybe she could make it easier for them to sneak into the palace. just maybe.
anyway, wooyoung right now couldn't bear to feel useless any longer. he rose to his feet and made his way towards the bow that sat in the corner of the room. perhaps he could sharpen his precision and speed by taking some shots with it.
