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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3rd person
"Where's Haechan?" The blonde asked as he came back with a glass of water. Renjun just sighed, leaning back in his chair and explaining to the younger what Donghyuck said.
"B-but what now? He's not in the right state to look after himself." Jaemin said, his tone full of worry. "I don't know, I really couldn't do anything about it. You know him. Boom and he's gone." The pink haired said as he traced the rim of his class, creating a quiet high frequency sound. No worries, in that glas was water, not alkohol.
"So we can't do anything about it?" The blonde asked to which the older nodded sadly. "B-but can't we search for him? Or-" "Jaemin, the castle is way to big for that. He'll be fine I guess, there are guards around and I trust Mark's guards." Renjun interrupted as he didn't want the blonde to panic even more.
"Yeah y-you're right." Jaemin sighed as he plopped himself down on a chair next to Renjun's. "So what'll we do now?" The younger asked with a little smile, already having a plan in his mind.
"I don't know, what do you wanna do?" The older questions, locking eyes with the younger. He watched the blonde standing up and positioning himself right in front of Renjun. Next the younger reached out his hand as he spoke:
"May I ask for a dance?"
The pink haired was at frist a bit startled by the flushtering question of the younger, after giving it a quick thought, Renjun accepted, placing his hand into the other's.
The blonde then guided the other to the to the dance floor, arriving there he placed his hands on the olders waist.
However the blonde witnessed the pink haired looking around nervously, trying to sense if someone was staring at them weirdly, so thats why he said: "Don't worry. Don't mind them. Just look at me."
The pink haired's expression softened a bit by the cute and cheesy words of his boyfriend and he finally wrapped his arms around the youngers neck.
Beginning to move to the slow rhythm of the almost stagnant rumba, both of them blended out their surroundings, they just saw each other.
Additionally a romantic mood was set by the dimmed light and the big moon shining through the huge window and how the orange and calming candles swayed from left to right.
"Do you think Haechan will be okay?" The blonde asked, again still worried about his friend roaming around the castle all alone and slightly drunk.
