Jean-Jacques "King JJ" Leroy bit the gold medal he had gotten between his teeth, grinning at the crowd. It wasn't the gold medal he was excited for. He was excited to marry his fiancée, Isabella.
He promised to her that if he won gold at the Grand Prix finals, he would marry her without question. But of course, he'd never forget about his best friend, [Y/N] [L/N], nor their promise to each other.
"If the both of us can't get married before we reach 30, we marry each other, okay?"
It was silly, honestly, as both were intoxicated during the time that promise was made, and both were around 18 then.
Now, both were nearer to 30 than ever, but JJ was almost about to be married. [Y:N]? He barely had any experience in dating, is still a virgin, and is too infatuated with his work as a/n [ profession ] to even have a date.
"I'm married to my work, Jean," the [h/c]-haired male sighed as he fixed his hair in front of the mirror.
[pls fucking get the reference]
The [ age under 30 but above 25 ] man lived in a house he had bought nearby JJ's, though the Canadian insisted that his best friend should move in with him. He declined, deciding JJ and his fiancée should have some privacy and shouldn't have a third-wheel ruining the spark of their relationship. Isabella didn't hesitate to go along with his decision, and suspiciously so.
So [Y/N] decided to watch JJ by the sidelines, silently cheering him on as he did his work.
But it hurt him that he was only JJ's number two; a second option, never the first. All because Isabella made her move first.
Isabella had a malicious intent, and [Y/N] knew this. He kept it to himself since he didn't want JJ's relationship to be ruined, and Isabella used this to her advantage, and made it so she could blackmail the [h/c]-haired male if he ever made a move to tell JJ the truth.
In this situation, Isabella was the evil queen, ready to be wed without question, and [Y/N] was obly but a squire, a servant, and for royalty to be with him was taboo.
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"Well done, JJ!" Isabella cheered as she hugged her fiancé. She caught a glimpse of [Y/N] behind JJ by the door, holding his bags, and smiled evilly.
They all went into the living room to reveal JJ's and Isabella's families, a feast set up with banquet tables replacing most of the furniture of the lofty room.
It wasn't long until [M/N] felt left out, as the only people willing to talk to him was JJ's parents. His family was all the way in [ country ], and barely spoke to him since they don't have any social media or anything. They only sent him monthly gifts, but thats it. Then Isabella's family seems to very much dislike the [s/c]-skinned man.
He got out onto JJ's balcony and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it then taking a puff. It wasn't usual for him to smoke unless he was in a frustrating and stressful situation. He heard the glass doors sliding open then closed, the clacking of high heels heard as they made their way to where [Y/N] was.
"You won, Isabella," [Y/N] said, blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth, watching with disinterest as the cloud made it's way to the navy blue sky. "He's already blabbering about your wedding day next month. I admit defeat."
The said woman laughed and handed the other a glass of wine. "I know I have. You didn't really pick much of a fight. I liked that. Maybe we'll name our firstborn after you, for keeping my intentions a secret."
[Y/N] scoffed and sloshed his wine goblet around, taking a sip every so often.
"You were a good boy," Isabella commented. "What if JJ did pick you over me?"
"He wouldn't be happy," [Y/N] replied. "He wouldn't have children, and I would only drag him down. He needs a queen, and you took that postion."
Isabella laughed silently, taking [Y/N]'s half finished cigarette, taking a puff, then threw it down and crushed it with her heel. "Let's go inside. I think you've had enough fresh air for one night."
[Y/N] grunted in reponse, before hearing a tiny click.
"Oh, I recorded this conversation. I'll give this to JJ in the future, once you've moved out of the country," Isabella said nonchalantly. "You said you'd be moving to Switzerland, right?"
"With a friend of mine, yes." [Y/N] responded. "I'm already finished packing. I have to go now or I'll be late for my flight."
"Take the back door, I'll distract JJ for you," Isabella smiled. She pecked [Y/N]'s cheek. "Au revoir, [Y/N] [L/N]."
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It had been nearly a decade since JJ had seen his best friend. A decade of no contact, no word nor even a sign from him.
His house had been sold to a lovely gay couple from America, whom befriended JJ and Isabella. When they invited JJ and Isabella inside, no trace of [Y/N] was there; even the chipped table counter from years ago made by a cooking accident was replaced.
Isabella kept [Y/N]'s secret, and had a change of heart. She loved JJ, yes, but her heart went towards [Y/N], who suffered the most. He moved to Switzerland with his friend and old pen pal. He pursued a successful yet private career as a [ profession ]. Isabella missed him, but had to keep his secret a while longer.
However, a text reached Isabella from Switzerland.
From: Unknown
Tell him. Tell him, we won't be able to live with ourselves. The recording doesn't state where I am, right? Please. [ Initials ]
To: Unknown
Yes. I promised I will. Don't worry.
From: Unknown
Thank you.
Isabella did as she promised. She let JJ listen to the recording.
"He left . . . so we could be happy?" JJ said, barely above a whisper.
Isabella held her husband's hand. "He was so in love with you. I don't know why you never noticed. You are a blind king."
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sorry its shit i wrote this at 12 am lolol
no smut for a whileee
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