all falls down//minsung

Eight🔮

That evening, it was requested by the King that both princes attend a session of military training.

In hearing this, Minho was furious. He raged as he stormed into his father's office, the king looking up at him with raised brows.

"Good evening, Minho--"

"Why!?"

The king was taken back "Excuse me?" he replied confused. Minho glared "I've had my fill of annoyance for the day and now you want us to go to a military training session!? Don't you think that's a bad idea father!?"

The king lightly chuckled as he stood up from his seat, walking over to Minho. "Minho" he smiled "Did you fully read what's involved with the truce between the two kingdoms?"

Minho had read it but his politics teacher wasn't exactly fond of the truce anyway so it was glossed over. He shrugged "Yes. I have. I had to. But I still don't understand why Prince Han has a full insight into how we train our army!"

"Because when the truce is finalised, both kingdoms will be much more involved. Both militaries will be trained in the same manner" he explained shortly "In case of a war break out in the future, the truce provides the call for help which will allow the Han kingdom's military to aid and visa versa"

Minho sighed. Why was there always a good reason behind everything?

"Then why are prince Han and I requested to go oversee it?" he asked, brows furrowed. The king smiled "As future kings, this is something you must do. Create bonds with those who work for the kingdom - plus if a war was to break out, you'd also be a target. You'd need to fight for yourself too"

Minho sighed. Another good damn reason. He hated it. He clenched his fist "Fine. So be it. He leaves in the morning, correct?"

The king nodded "Correct"

"and I'll never see him again following that?"

The king only smiled. "You may go get ready for your training and bring Prince Han with you"

Minho's eye twitched before he turned on his heel and left with a sigh.

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When Jisung opened the door to see Minho standing there, he held a small grin "Oh wow, the Prince himself has come to see me" He grinned. 

Minho rolled his eyes "Don't flatter yourself. You know why I'm here, you're fully in your training gear" He scoffed looking Jisung up and down, obviously pointing out the attire he wore. Jisung hummed amused "Checking me out?" He asked slyly. 

Minho choked on the air he was breathing in. "Excuse me!?" He exclaimed. Jisung rolled his eyes as he closed the door behind him "Where's this training room then?" he changed topic. Minho felt suddenly all over the place but he quickly composed himself and lead Jisung to the training room. 

Once arriving, they were greeted by some of the higher up military members who gave the run down of the techniques the Lee Kingdom's army used for training. Although the talk was mostly for Jisung to understand how their training worked compared to his own kingdom's. Minho couldn't help but feel proud about how hard working the military actually was. 

The army instructor brought them to sit down as the military members began their combat session. Jisung leaned back in his seat "You see the way that guy has the other in a headlock?" He asked. Minho looked over to where Jisung was referring to but he never replied to Jisung's words. 

He expected him to continue - he did. 

"That's what I want to do to you" He mumbled. Minho rolled his eyes "Please, I'd grab a sword off that wall in two minutes and finish you off" He spat. Jisung laughed at this "I'd grab a gun" 

Minho glared at him "I'd use my fists"

"I'd use gas!" Jisung retorted. As the pair started to rile one another up, the army instructor who stood close by saw the growing tension between them. He raised his brows, telling the two members he was working with to pause their training. 

"You're fucking impossible!" Minho shouted now. Jisung laughed "Why? Cause I could take you down in two seconds?"

"I'd take you down in one second!" Minho replied, his fists clenching. Jisung rolled his eyes "Please. You're the perfect prince, you wouldn't hurt a damn fly!" He scoffed. Minho's blood boiled "Oh yeah!? Same guy who hit you in the damn jaw is sitting right here--"

Jisung got closer "Clearly it wasn't that damn strong is my jaw is completely fine" He smiled almost insanely. Minho huffed "I'll hit you again, even more fucking hard! I still have a damn bruise on my stomach from you!" He bristled. Jisung gave fake sympathy "Want me to kiss it better?" 

That was it. That was when Minho saw red. That was when his fist collided with Jisung's cheek and when he knocked Jisung to the floor. "You fucking dickhead!" He went to punch him again, his fist raised high in the air ready to fly down to Jisung's face once more. 

But he faltered as Jisung chuckled "You like this position?" He smirked. Minho took mental note that he was straddling Jisung now from the blow onto the floor. His eye twitched and his fist collided again. 

Jisung grabbed Minho's waist and tossed him to the side, winding the boy as he got on top of him. Jisung let his own fist meet Minho's face "You think you get to have all the damn fun!" He shouted. 

The army instructor ran over now after catching on fair quick that this wasn't just some form of training. "Boys, off one another. Now!" He exclaimed. But it was like talking to a wall. Jisung and Minho threw hits and scrapes at one another until two military members came over and tore them apart. 

Jisung spat at Minho and Minho lunged forward at him again but was pulled back by the military guard who held him. "You disgusting little--"

"What on earth is going on!!" 

Jisung and Minho looked over. 

It was the King. 

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lol sorry for disappearing i just haven't written anything bahaha

YALL I AM STRESSINNGGGGG my exam results are coming out soon and bros they determine if i get into university or not and I CANNOT DO ITTTT 

Makes me feel SICK

anyways~ i'll double update cuz i'm nice haha 

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