all falls down//minsung

Nine🔮

Jisung and Minho both sat in the King's office, both of their arms crossed over their chests, bruises on their faces, scrapes on their arms and clothes messy from being tugged at. Their faces were no better - both cold and stoic expressions. 

"Now." The King spoke after a deadly silence. "Which one of you is going to tell me what just happened?" He asked sternly "And I won't be waiting" he quickly added in order to get one of them to speak. 

Jisung spoke up "He started it" he scoffed. Minho rolled his eyes "Wouldn't have happened if you weren't being a twat" He retorted. The king could feel the tension and coldness between the two princes. 

He scratched his cheek before speaking "Minho, did you hit him first?" He asked stern voice not fleeting. Minho sighed and leaned down into his chair, sinking. "...yes" he admitted. "And what did Jisung do or say that provoked you to violence?" He continued. 

Minho took a breath feeling his head beginning to hurt. "Last night, Jisung punched me in the stomach and I punched him in the jaw but he didn't even get a single bruise while I suffer one massive disgusting blow on my stomach!" He explained. Jisung shot him a glare. The King raised his brows. 

"You've hit each other already? This is the second time!?" He exclaimed. Minho scoffed "Won't be the damn last" He uttered. Jisung narrowed his eyes "Not til I get my hands on you--"

"Boys" The king's voice sounded shutting them up quickly. "Continue, Minho" he sighed. Minho nodded "So I brought up the whole bruise on my stomach out of pure annoyance and then he had the audacity to look at me and say will I kiss it better. I saw fucking red--"

"Language" The king cut across. Minho rolled his eyes "So I punched him. His face is so punchable, father" He groaned. Jisung chuckled "Thanks for the compliment" he replied. Minho shot him a look. 

"And Jisung you hit him back?" The King asked him now. Jisung nodded simply "What? Did you just expect me to lie on the floor and let him beat me up? your majesty, you don't know me at all" He chuckled. Minho felt his blood boil. How was Jisung laughing in this situation???

Minho wanted to slap that damn smile off his face. The King sighed "Look. Both King Han and I are fully aware that you two dislike one--"

"hate" Minho cut in. 

The king sighed "That you hate one another but you both also have to realise why were putting you two in this position" He explained. "It is simply for the future of both our kingdoms which you both will be ruling respectively" He added on his eyes shooting between Jisung and Minho. 

"Jisung, you already have plenty rumours surrounding yourself as is" he spoke to him. jisung glanced up at the King and looked away just as fast. "I'm aware" he uttered quietly. Minho had to hold back a laugh - Jisung already had rumours about him sleeping around and having inherited his great grandmother's magic. 

"And I'm sure both you and your parents do not need more rumours about you hitting another prince circulating" The king's voice was soft spoken now as if he was teaching a child something of discipline. Jisung nodded "i'm aware, your majesty" he mumbled a slight pout on his lips. 

Minho chuckled but his dad looked at him "And same goes for you" He spoke strictly. Minho raised his brows "H-Huh? What do you mean--"

"I will not allow rumours of my own son to spread around this kingdom saying he's become a violent and vile prince. You have an image around the kingdom's Minho, I expect you to follow it" he spoke stern, a complete different tone than with Jisung which made him annoyed. 

Jisung got the soft blow while he was getting torn alive. He went to speak but he didn't know what to say. He knew his father was right. Minho had always been known as the perfect prince, always kind, courageous and never stood out of line. Yet, Jisung simply being in his airspace was enough to break the image he had upheld since he was a kid. 

Minho took a breath "Very well, father. It won't happen again" He mumbled. Jisung nodded "Yeah...Won't happen again" He chimed in. The king nodded "Minho, apologise" He ordered. 

Minho had to fight back the urge to snap at his father. He looked at Jisung, seeing a blank look on his face. "I'm...." He sighed straight after. 

There was no way he was about to say this. 

"I'm...sor...sor..." Minho shut his eyes. Jisung rolled his eyes "It is literally not that hard to--"

"I'm sorry okay!" Minho spoke loudly. Jisung only chuckled "Accepted" he grinned "And I'm sorry too...I suppose" he shrugged. 

Minho grumbled "Good enough" he rolled his eyes. The King nodded "Now. Both of you, out of my office and go get treated for your bruises" he ordered. 

Minho and Jisung both walked out of the office - Minho headed in the direction of the training area where a stand by nurse usually resided for the military training but he stood still as Jisung went to go back toward the bedrooms. 

"Uh, where are you going?" He asked, his tone harsher than intended. Jisung looked at him "my room?" He replied. Minho scoffed "Your cheek is bruised and cut" he furrowed his brows. 

Jisung shrugged "okay...and?" He asked in return. "You need to be seen to, just like me" Minho replied getting that annoyed feeling once more. Jisung only chuckled "And why in god's name would I spend any more time with you?" 

Minho groaned "Stop being difficult!" He grabbed Jisung's arm, but yelped as he felt his hand burn. "What the fuck!?" He exclaimed. Jisung looked at him "What?" He asked dumbfounded "Got an allergic reaction to me now?" He narrowed his eyes. 

Minho scoffed "Fuck off"

"Gladly" Jisung rolled his eyes and walked back in the direction of the guest room. Minho watched him go for a moment before turning on his foot and heading to the nurse. 

He looked down at his hand and paused in his steps. 

His hand had actually burned. 

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