Royal Misconception | HEEHOON

Sense

Sunghoon dreamt about Heeseung again. 

The first couple of nights at the palace, Sunghoon had dreams similar to the one of his wedding-night. Those had long since stopped, and he’d honestly stopped dreaming about Heeseung altogether. This dream, however, had been way different than the previous ones; different to any dream he’d ever had in his life.

In the dream, Sunghoon had been softly woken up by kisses to the back of his shoulder and neck. Often, his dreams were actually nightmares, where he felt scared, anxious and trapped. In this one, though, he felt safe. He was safe, comfortable and peaceful. With half opened eyes, he let his neck be exposed and breathed out slowly as a hand circled his waist. The gentle caresses bringing him comfort and pleasure. He knew, without looking, that the soft lips pressed against his skin belonged to Heeseung. 

Heeseung’s hand dipped lower, carefully pulling up his shirt and barely touching his skin directly. It made Sunghoon feel cared for, protected and treasured. It made Sunghoon want more. He didn’t move, anyway, choosing to let Heeseung set the pace; letting Heeseung take and give what he wanted. However, he knew this wouldn’t last long, that Heeseung wouldn’t do as he pleased without knowing what Sunghoon wanted. 

“Baby, are you okay with this?” Heeseung asked, voice calm and pleasant, letting Sunghoon know he was more than fine with whatever he desired. Making sure Sunghoon was aware he could say no.

But the last thing on Sunghoon’s mind was to deny Heeseung. If anything, he was certain that he was more eager than Heeseung. “Yes,” he answered instead of showing just how willing he actually was. 

“Can I mark you?” Heeseung muttered over Sunghoon’s scent gland, knowing Sunghoon would understand his question.

For an answer, Sunghoon exposed his scent gland as much as he could while pushing back against Heeseung. He wanted all of it. And so, as Heeseung pulled his clothes off and delicately placed his lips on the sensitive flesh, Sunghoon moaned. He closed his eyes to prepare himself for the bite that was sure to come, and just as teeth began to pierce skin, he abruptly woke up in his bed, alone.

He would have cried from frustration if he hadn’t been so shocked by his own mind. He felt betrayed.  

For as much as he had admitted to liking Heeseung, he wasn’t in love with him. Not yet, at least; he didn’t know Heeseung enough for that. There was no guarantee that he would, even if they were to spend time together; falling in love was not that predictable. As far as Sunghoon knew, he might even come to hate Heeseung. He had no way of knowing and that irritated him. Not because of the uncertainty, but because Heeseung didn’t make getting to know him any easier. Besides, the truth was they would have to mate at some point; he’d accepted this fact a long time ago and now he was even sort of willing, even if not completely into it from a feeling’s perspective. If he could just have a conversation with Heeseung that lasted more than ten minutes, that may change for the better. Heeseung didn’t even have to want him back.

He focused back into reality only to find Taehyun tiredly looking at him; it had been the sixth time he’d zoned out during their lesson. He wasn’t to blame, though, this was all Heeseung’s fault. Had he been like his parents had told him, taking him the first night and forgetting about him unless he wanted something, Sunghoon wouldn’t be in this conflicting position. He’d be scared for his life for sure, but at least he’d know what to expect. He wouldn’t be having strangely romantic dreams about his claiming, when before that had been nothing short of tortuous and terrifying. 

“I’m going to say this once,” Taehyun spoke slowly. Sunghoon would never not be amazed by how patient he was, he’d have hit himself already. “You need to talk to him or forget about it.”