13 legends (EXO fanfic)

Smuggling the prince

"What are we supposed to do with this?" Jean speculated, looking at the unconscious figure in her arms.

"Go clean him up," Hyojin grunted and got up from the mess of food she was in.

"Me?" Jean asked. "Why me?"

"He's unconscious in your arms," She dusted her clothes. "That's why."

"Bu-but he's a guy," Jean whispered, her face going a little red.

"Your point being?" she raised her eyebrow.

"I'm not cleaning him up. You do it," Jean huffed and pushed Junmyeon on to Hyojin who staggered slightly under his weight. "I'll clean up this place."

"What? Why?" Hyojin whined.

"Aren't you supposed to be a nurse? Take care of him now."

"No!" Hyojin snarled. "He can wake up and kill me any time."

Jean stood and thought about it. She smiled after a while and shook her head. "No, he won't do it. I have a feeling. Just freshen him up and I'll treat you later, promise."

"Bah," Hyojin sighed in frustration. "Fine, but get this place cleaned. I don't think I can take in rotten food smell anymore."

"Yep," Jean nodded, happy she won't have to deal with an unconscious boy anymore.

"Can't believe the 'Chosen One' is shy of guys at her age," Hyojin mumbled as she dragged Junmyeon to another room making sure Jean heard her.

Jean stopped working, blushed a pretty pink and tried to protest against a smug looking Hyojin with no avail. It wasn't like she had a problem with guys. That wasn't the case at all actually. She had many admirers who she used to communicate with without breaking a sweat... But seeing a random guy half naked? Heck no, that was too much for her.

She worked in silence, cleaning up the prince's chamber. Her strength coming in handy now as she picked up tables and his bed without much effort. She cleaned up the food and put away his dishes for washing. Jean could hear an occasional grunt coming from the side chamber, not sure whether it being Hyojin or Junmyeon.

After some time, she'd nearly done with the entire room and it now smelled of a fresh meadow. She'd poured water on the dry drapes on instinct and they'd absorbed it and turned back to normal. Jean was surprised how beautiful they actually were.

"Good, you're done too," Hyojin's voice startled Jean as she walked out of the chamber. Jean looked at her disheveled attire and no Junmyeon. She looked from side to side wondering where he was.

"Um, Hyojin?" Jean asked. "Where is the prince?"

"In the other chamber," Hyojin smiled in content. "Paralyzed."

"Paralyzed?"

"As much as I trust your' feelings', I'd rather be sure of my life."

"So you paralyzed him?" Jean asked incredulously. "How long is he going to be out?"

"A couple of minutes. I gave him a minimal shot of frod. It's enough time for us to clean up ourselves."

"Frod? Hyojin, I had a panick attack last time you injected that in me. He's going to be even more violent when he wakes up."

"He's unconscious as yet, Jean. He doesn't know he's paralyzed. Now hurry up and change so I can get him out of the tub and into his bed before he tries to murder us again."

Jean sighed and nodded, knowing at this point it was fruitless to argue with Hyojin. She swiftly got out her clothes from the small bags she was carrying -no longer surprised why it could hold so much- and changed. Soon after, she helped Hyojin put away their belongings and walked into the next chamber to bring Junmyeon out.