♧𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏- Jung sungchan x Lee Chanyoung (Anton)
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄- merman au , XTRA fluff
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Every night, Choi Chanyoung would sneak out of the palace, heart racing with the thrill of his secret adventure. The tunnels that once felt like escape routes now led him to Sungchan, the one person who made him feel truly free. As the moon rose, he would glide through the water, excited for their nightly rendezvous.
Sungchan was always waiting at their secluded cove, grinning as soon as he saw Chanyoung surface. Over the weeks, they'd grown close, the initial awkwardness fading into a warm, easy companionship. Sungchan would bring snacks and listen intently to Chanyoung's stories about life underwater.
One night, after a particularly rough day filled with royal duties and endless meetings, Chanyoung felt desperate for Sungchan's comforting presence. As he approached the cove, he saw Sungchan sitting on a rock, bathed in moonlight.
"Hey, baby," Sungchan greeted with a warm smile as Chanyoung swam closer. "Rough day?"
"You have no idea," Chanyoung replied, pulling himself onto the shore and transforming his tail into legs. He shivered slightly in the cool night air.
Sungchan immediately wrapped a blanket around Chanyoung's shoulders, a gesture that had become a nightly ritual. "Come on, let's get you warmed up."
They sat together, huddled under the blanket, Chanyoung resting his head on Sungchan's shoulder. The quiet sounds of the ocean and the rustling leaves in the wind created a peaceful backdrop.
"Tell me about it," Sungchan said softly, running his fingers through Chanyoung's damp hair.
Chanyoung sighed. "Just the usual. Endless meetings, my parents being overprotective, and a ton of responsibilities I never asked for. Sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating."
Sungchan held him closer. "You're not alone, you know. You've got me."
Chanyoung smiled, feeling warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the blanket. "Thanks, babe. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Hey, you don't have to thank me," Sungchan replied, pressing a kiss to Chanyoung's temple. "I'm just glad I can be here for you."
They stayed like that for a while, basking in the simple joy of each other's company. Eventually, Sungchan stood up, pulling Chanyoung to his feet.
"Come on, let's go to my place," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've got something to show you."
Chanyoung's curiosity was piqued. "Oh? What is it?"
"You'll see," Sungchan teased, leading the way back to his house.
Sungchan's home was a cozy, modest place, filled with warmth and a sense of familiarity. Chanyoung had been there before, but it always felt like stepping into another world, one far removed from the grandeur and expectations of the palace.
As they entered, Sungchan turned on a few lights, casting a soft glow around the room. "Make yourself at home," he said, motioning for Chanyoung to sit on the couch.
Chanyoung complied, sinking into the plush cushions. He watched as Sungchan disappeared into another room, returning moments later with a small box in his hands.
"What's that?" Chanyoung asked, intrigued.
Sungchan sat down beside him, placing the box on the coffee table. "I found this old scrapbook in my attic. It's got a bunch of pictures and memories from when I was a kid. I thought you might like to see it."
