long live the king - nct, markhyuck

♕ 9 ♕

donghyuck looked at himself in the reflection of mark's mirror, somehow not recognising the young male standing in front of him.

it wasn't that his face had drastically changed since the last time he had looked at himself in a mirror, or that he had considerably grown up and matured. he sure had, but he looked in the mirror or in the reflection of any glass – or clean kitchen utensil – often enough to be able to know how he looked like.

but still, today, as donghyuck had been staring at his reflection, he had realised there was something about it that wasn't like usual, but he couldn't really pinpoint what.

"still in front of the mirror?"

the tanned male was startled by the royal's voice, causing him to jump slightly before turning around to face the other male.

"why do you look so confused? are there no mirrors in your village?" the future king continued his questioning, expecting an answer - even a non-verbal one – from donghyuck. but instead, all he received was silence.

yes, the peasant was completely awestruck by the sight in front of him, preventing him to actually register the words mark had spoken and to give him an answer.

mark had just gotten out of the bathroom attached to his bedroom after a nice shower. his hair was still dripping wet, droplets of water falling onto the piece of cloth he had around his neck and that he used as a towel to dry his hair. the boy was also fully dressed, but in much more casual clothes than those donghyuck was used to seeing him in.

this time, his robes weren't plated of gold and silver metals, screaming riches and royalty. instead, the fabric of his assorted fit hugged his body nicely, beautiful embroideries crawling their way up from the bottom of his trousers to his shoulders. the material and design still looked expensive, but it definitely wasn't the usual formal-royal-wear that mark usually wore when he met with donghyuck.

and well, donghyuck found himself thinking how ironical it was that mark looked so divine in such simple clothes when he was a royal.

"my clothes look nice..." the future king declared after a while since donghyuck didn't give him any answer.

thankfully, this time, the tanned male had been woken up from his daze by the royal's words, his cheeks slightly reddening as he realised what thoughts he just had.

"t-they do." donghyuck immediately nodded, looking everywhere but into mark's eyes.

the royal chuckled at donghyuck's apparent nervousness. "i meant, they look nice on you."

the brunette could only blink a few times at those words, now glancing into mark's eyes before looking down at himself and the slightly big clothes he had changed into after his shower a few minutes prior.

mark and him had spent a long while playing and fighting each other in the dojo, whether it was with swords or with their bare hands, and inevitably, after god knows how long, both of them had their clothes drenched in sweat, and so, mark had kindly suggested that they headed back to his room to have a shower and change in more comfortable clothes, which had now brought them to where they were.

"wait- your clothes?!" the brunette exclaimed, spinning on his heels to face the mirror again. "you had said they belonged to a servant!"

"well, i lied..." the raven-haired royal chuckled slightly at donghyuck's panicked stated. "and- what are you doing? don't remove them!" he continued immediately as he noticed donghyuck trying to unbutton the shirt he had been lent.