Guys in Sweatpants

Love Talk; Chapter 1

"Sir, permission to-"

"Permission granted." The young monarch didn't even bother to hear out the request before allowing his personal guard to do as he wished, his eyes staying focused on the paper in front of him. Declan, the guard, hesitated his departure before walking out of the room, entering the bathroom that was just down the hall and quickly relieving himself. He washed his hands and made his way back toward the monarch's room, taking a couple of deep breaths and walking back in. Park looked up.

"You're back already?" He asked, his eyes not showing much emotion but the surprise was still evident. Declan nodded simply and presumed his stance beside the door, his face stiff and legs obviously tired from standing in the same position for hours on end, and it was obvious that Park had taken notice of it. "Come look at this caption I read while you were in the bathroom; it's rather funny." The monarch called to his guard, his head lifting to view the male not even making a move toward him. "Lanny?" Park called, earning a pleading look from the guard by the door.

"You know you shouldn't call me that, first off, and second, I'm not allowed to leave this spot so long as you're safe and inside the room. I'm not going to abandon those orders due to your measly request," his voice didn't raise, it didn't really change in tone either, but he did offer a slight glare toward the young monarch in agitation.

"Well, then it's an order. Come here, sit down, and read this caption with me. Not because I want you to, but because I am ordering you to." Park looked up with a shit-eating grin. "Sit," He softly patted the bed sheets until Declan sat down beside him. The guard was irritated, but followed orders and glanced over the caption, finding nothing within it even the slightest bit humorous. He looked up in confusion, then glanced back down at the paper for further clarification, but remained in his puzzled state of utter bafflement.

"That's...what do you find so funny in that?" Declan looked closer as though it was one of those things that will reveal a photo of something the longer you look at it. "Is this a joke? There's no candid punchline, no build up, it lacks everything that could make it "humorous"." He pointed out, leaning back and turning his eyes away from the paper. Park reeled back in shock before scoffing slightly, tossing the paper aside and leaning back on his hands. His eyes peered up to his guard with slight curiosity before clearing his throat, almost trying to establish rapport with him even though he knows virtually every aspect of his life. Declan wasn't appointed by Park himself, but rather by his father once he became the monarch, being given the permission to go through Park's electronics, wardrobe, and personal containment item to keep tabs on Park and make sure that if he's hiding pain or suffering, Declan knows and can properly help. it wasn't because of distrust, but just so that he knew the young monarch was okay and safe. Of course, this type of surveillance brings some unpleasant sights that Declan could defo go without, like the stuff he reads online, the type of things he buys, and then the exploration of the porn he watches. Not the most fun Declan could have each night.

"It's...about a woman who tried to find her lost dog, while holding the dog she thought she lost, Lanny. That's funny, the purpose of this story is to be funny, the photo is funny." Park looked up to Declan in slight disbelief. "Okay, nevermind then-" The young monarch noticed his guard beginning to stand up and resume his position by the door, his hand immediately flying to grab his arm. "I didn't say to go back to where you were; stay with me." He told him, easing the grip he had on his arm and lying back against the bed. Declan, although looking horribly uncomfortable and unnatural, sat back down upon the bed and allowed his body to get tugged down beside the younger.

"I don't know what you intend on doing, but I hope you don't do anything stupid." Declan muttered barely barely above a whisper, his eyes glancing upward toward the younger male that was lying a little further up on the bed. Park sighed and looked away, simply lying in silence as a sudden ruffling emerged from the male just a little below him, hearing a low grunt before his guard settled back down and released a comfortable sigh. "I apologize for that, but I hope you don't mind me removing my coat. I hold nothing against your father except the design of that bloody blazer." Declan explained, his figure softly shifting up the bed until he was level with Park. The young monarch moved the arm he had beside Declan and used it to prop his head up, his head turning to the side and glancing over toward his guard in minor contemplation mixed with content.