♧ | My Prince (SOONHOON)

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[Soonyoung]:

"RUN RUN RUN!" I screamed.

Mingyu was catching up, I ran faster.

Minghao had no problem since he was used to stuffs like these so he ran faster than me.

"Wait! I just want to vent!" Mingyu cried.

I was too focused in running that I wasn't really so sure what he said.

It was probably a shocking sight to my visitors when they saw me, prince Soonyoung, also known as Tiger prince, running around.

They probably concluded in their heads that I was probably called the Tiger prince for running around like a big cat.

But no, that's not the reason why I was called the Tiger prince. If you have heard the legends, eh... Let's say that 50/50% of it is true. I guess. That's a story for next time.

I ran faster and it was already a commotion of whispers and slight yelps among the visitors.

I mentally sighed.

What am I doing?

I'm supposed to act like a prince, but...

It's my birthday. I want to have fun, not greet some guests that only want to befriend me for my wealth. That's really boring. And probably bad.

I went through guests, and I think I passed by that butler from before.

Did I ever get his name? Was it So mean? Somi? What.

I shrugged the thought off, no time, gotta survive.

But then,

"Agh!"

I bumped into someone and we both fell.

"What the fuck, do you watch where you're going?" I heard the stranger say, groaning in pain.

I rubbed my head, hissing.

"I'm so sorr--"

I looked up to see a familiar face.

Shit.

"J-Jihoon." I mustered.

"Prince Soonyoung? Oh wo--"

I cutt him off, remembering the situation.

"Um, NO TIME! Let's go!" I said, and my instincts made me grab Jihoon up to his feet.

And carried him bridal style and ran.

"What the fuck are you doing Soonyoung?!" He hissed, I could see a tint of pink on his cheeks. I smiled.

"Sorry, I'm running away from someone." I said, still running. I would have been panting heavily right now, but even though I carried Jihoon, he felt weightless in my arms.

Maybe because I was blind from--

"Over here!" Minghao cried, cutting my thoughts.

I nodded and headed straight to my right into a door.

We were in.

I dropped Jihoon down.

"Minghao what is this place?" I asked.

But he was gone.

Gosh damn it.

I looked around.

It wasn't really spacious, I think this was like, a broom's closet. Or a janitor's closet, I don't know. It was small.

"Are we in like, a pantry?" Jihoon asked.

"It's dark." I said.

"No shit."

I smiled, but yeah. It was too dark for him to notice.

"I'll look for a switch."

"Yeah you should."

"Well sorry for helping."

I swear, I think I felt him roll his eyes at me.

"You brought me into this mess, meaning, you bring me out. I won't help since it's not my fault." He says.

I didn't reply anymore, I was too busy looking for a switch.

Then silence grew, and only the ragged sound of our pants were present.

It was kind of turning me on.

"Oh." I said, finding the switch. So much for "turning me on."

I giggled and switched on the lights.

"What the fuck."

"What?" I asked, facing him.

"Why did you giggle?"

"Is it wrong to be happy?"

"Yeah. Depending on the reason why you're happy."

"Oh wow, okay then Mr. Emo."

He glared at me.

"What are we doing here again?" He asked.

I sighed.

"Well, we were running away from Officer Kim Mingyu, and well, I bumped into you, and dragged you into this mess."

"Good that you accepted the fact that this is your fault."

"No I didn't, I just accepted the fact that I dragged you in here. And now were stuck here together until I feel safe to go outside."

"Here? T-together?"

"Yes--why are you red?"

He touched his face frantically, " I am?" He asks.

God that was so cute.

"Yeah you are." I giggled, taking his hands off of his face.

"So soft." I cooed, staring at them.

I then made eye contact.

"W-what do you want?" He said, getting more red.

I smiled and cupped his face. Squshing it as well, because oh my gosh they are so squishy.

"Sooo cuuute."

"Let go." He murmured.

"Omg, you look like a grumpy cute babe."

"B-babe?"

"Yeah." I chuckled.

I went closer, our faces just an inch away from each other.

Our breaths tickled each of our skin.

We just stared at each other.

I pressed my forehead against his.

"S-soonyoung?"

"What do you think of Hoshi?" I asked again, like last time.

"Again? Why do you want to know?"

"Because I want to compare him."

"To whom?"

"To me."

"Why?" He said, and I moved back, facing him properly.

"Because... I just want to."

"Soonyoung there must be a reason."

I sighed.

"I'm so sorry. I honestly don't know why I'm like this. Why I did that. I'm sorry." I said, letting go of his face.

"What do you mean?--hey!"

I opened the door and went out.