In which a prince has to pretend to be a princess in order to marry the most powerful king in the land.
⌦ fictional story
⌦ royal/ 'medieval' au
⌦ Bot!Hyuck Top!Mark
⌦ crossdressing somehow
⌦ genres
⤳fluff, drama, comedy, angst
⌦ bit smutty
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⌦ WARNING: slight smut ahead!
3rd person
"Haechan what's wron-" "Leave, please." The hazel haired spoke as he fixed his wig, already tired from pretending.
"What's up with your hair?" Mark noticed how unnaturally the youngers hair sat on top of his head, originally it didn't look like that. Glancing in the mirror, Haechan quickly made it back to how it was supposed to be, without taking off the wig obviously.
The atmosphere was just tense. Mark slowly closed the door behind him as he made sure he looked it, he didn't want someone getting in as easily as he did.
"Have you heard something about knocking or privacy?" The prince snickered as he went closer the sink to lean on in, the only thing giving him support right now. He also placed the now empty bottle of champagne down on the sink, it actually wouldn't matter if it fell down, it was emptied completely by now, so no champagne would have been wasted.
"Im sorry I was just worried and it wasn't locked and-... why are you even so mad at me?" The king asked with an irritated voice at the end, confused about the sudden weird behaviour of Donghyuck. First he was worried about the younger but then he got pissed off by the latter's attitude.
Eyes widning, Haechan looked up, glancing into the mirror with a shocked expression. Because of Marks question Haechan actually realized how silly it was to be this mad. Sure, Mark could've done better but it actually wasn't his fault, making the hazel haired even angrier with himself for being that selfish.
"I am not." "Yeah sure. I could lie to my self as well, you don't have to do that." The black haired said as he stepped a bit further into the room, getting now nearer to Haechan and a closer view of the other.
The hazel haired had a slight red blush spread across his cheeks due to his alkohol consume and he clenched the edges of the sink desperately as if his life depended on. It somehow really did, because if he didn't clench on it that hardly, he would've fallen onto the ground.
Haechan really looked like something you see in another context. Additionally Mark was ashamed by himself to think that in that kind of situation.
"Actually~" he sighed "I don't know." Admitted the hazel haired quietly while staring at the ground. Right then all the effects from l the alkohol, he had downed just a few minutes ago, appeared, spreading a burning feeling in his tummy.
He pushed himself away from the sink, stumbled a bit back and forth, just so catching his balance while locking his eyes with the other pair.
Everything the boy wanted was to get out of his suffocating clothes and throw the hazel wig onto the floor he hated so much. Just doing something like that would free and satisfy him completely.
