Stray Kids Oneshots Collection (Smut & Fluff)

49 ¦ Kill me twice

A/N: I recently realized that I never wrote about this duo, since it's quite underrated. But here I am!

Ship: Seungmin / Changbin

Words: 2,127

Summary: Assassin Changbin is ordered to kill Prince Seungmin. It ends up differently than planned, with a sprinkle of attraction. 

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He breathes in, and out.

In..

..and out. He got this.

Changbin taps his sides when he steps forward into the crowd. The ballroom is a large hall, adorned with bright chandeliers and numerous paintings, that cover the entire walls. Around him are guests everywhere, dancing coordinated all at once. 

Every Friday night, the prince invites his preferred people to dance their evening away. Masked balls, once in every full moon. Today, is in fact a full moon.

His aim: The prince. Kim Seungmin, first and only son of the Kim royals, clan and dynasty. Has an entire kingdom on his shoulders, by 3 and 20 years of age. Not for longer though, Changbin hopes. Or differently explained; is his mission to accomplish.

Changbin's eyes are focused on no one else, other than the man who stands straighter than a needle next to his guards. His advisors, who are probably talking his ears off, seem already to be drunk to their guts, with half of their glasses spilling on the floor.

People give him no attention when he moves swiftly through them, making his way towards the royals. Just when the 7th round of dancing starts, Changbin stands still before the prince.

The positive part about the prince's dance parties: anyone is allowed to dance with him.

"May I have this dance?"

Brown orbs scan his face attentively. Changbin is glad that today is a masked ball. Part of his mission is also, not to get recognized.

The male before him looks to his right, then when no one by his side budges, he talks. "It would be my pleasure".

And when Changbin stretches his arm out, their hands meet.

Changbin has a mission for tonight. Dancing with a prince is only a small part of it.

Changbin has danced many times with other men. In their village, it is a common tradition to practice with any gender. Nowadays, he rarely gets the chance to get into a routine, but he can't let that be obvious. Every single step has to be perfect, until the music piece ends.

The prince is the same height as him, with short hair a bit of a lighter color than his own. Changbin can smell his scent from a small distance intensively. Citrus and berries.

"Having a relaxed evening, Lord?" he abruptly asks, while they step away from each other. Changbin raises an eyebrow at the question. The prince is known for not enjoying short conversations, usually.

"I am, thank you. Are you?" They both reunite as they turn in opposite directions, back to back. He can feel the prince's shoulderblades against his, vest rubbing against his own.