𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲•𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧

six

JEONGHAN TALKS too much. jisoo wasn't even surprised when jeonghan told jisoo about bellezia's treaties—which are supposed to be kept as a secret. jisoo was pretty much fine with the usual dead air in his car, and having jeonghan in here is a cultural shock.

one thing amuses jisoo, though: jeonghan was still wearing his clothes and his hair put up in a man bun. it was pretty. . cute.

"we are here." jisoo states, pulling up on the parking lot. "wear the bucket hat i gave you, prince." jisoo gestures to the black bucket hat places nicely on jeonghan's lap, which jeonghan definitely liked.

jisoo dubiously eyes jeonghan as he wore the bucket hat. weird. the prince is so delighted about experiencing commoner things; when there's literally little to no things that make it actually exciting.

jeonghan was willing to give up his prince life for a normal life in a treehouse without a coffeemaker whatsoever. well, if jeonghan didn't want the royal lifestyle, jisoo would take it.

"ah! how wonderful! it smells like coffee beans here! the beauty of such minimalistic and peaceful establishment! i can see young people studying, too." jeonghan muses, upon entering. what is he, a prince from the medieval times? an angel on his first time in earth?

"speak like... less like a prince." jisoo says, nudging jeonghan slightly. he proceeds to line up, while jeonghan follows suit. "people will find you weird."

"alas. i forgot that commoners don't speak like entitled old geezers living in a palace." jeonghan remarked—which made jisoo laugh. for the first time, ever since he'd met jeonghan. jisoo could hear jeonghan's faint gasping, which killed his mood.

"what do you want, again? black coffee with milk?" the photographer clears his throat.

jeonghan pauses, before he smiled again. "that would do."

so, jisoo orders their desired drinks with loose change from his pocket. he had to count the crumpled bills one by one on the spot, and truthfully? it was embarrassing. jeonghan was even watching jisoo with a stupid smile.

jisoo even had to cover his face when he claimed the drinks. he wanted to snatch the black bucket hat from jeonghan.

"this tastes different from my usual coffee, but it's nice to try a new type of coffee brew! ah, amazing," jeonghan muses, inhaling the aroma of his coffee. "what did you order, hong jisoo-ssi?"

"i ordered an iced americano." jisoo says. as much as he wanted to let the clueless prince try it, though, eating/drinking cold food and beverages after eating/drinking hot food and beverages(and vice versa) causes an orthopaedic problem. "i don't have any money left on me anymore."

"i'm terribly sorry. we can sell the diamond buttons on my suit and my jewelry, then i can give you one fourth of it since you've helped me so much even if i was being unorthodoxy! you are kind, hong jisoo-ssi."

oh. oh, really? the materialistic hong jisoo just got called kind? these days, jisoo doesn't do anything except if he was offered money in exchange. if jeonghan knew about that, he'd put on his rehearsed sad face and scold jisoo. easy for jeonghan to do so, because he has money.

or, better yet, maybe it was easy for jeonghan to do so because jeonghan was kind. if that's so, he is very fitting for the title of king then.

"thank.. you, i guess?" jisoo replies, unsure. jeonghan giggled, ending the conversation abruptly so he could focus on his coffee. jisoo wondered if jeonghan thinks in the same way he speaks.

oh, and then, jeonghan spoke out of the blue again. "you do know, hong jisoo, you are like the moon and i'm the sun. we are perfectly balanced. you're very quiet like the moon, and your faint glow doesn't attract as much people—only the ones who pay close attention notice you."

"and, what? you are the sun because you are outgoing and you stick out from the crowd like a sore thumb? you are inevitably correct." where did that come from, jisoo? being influenced by jeonghan's way of talking now?

jeonghan seemed delighted to hear this, meanwhile. perhaps he was glad that jisoo was able to comprehend jeonghan's statement.

"correct!" jeonghan nods vigorously, placing his cup of coffee down on the table.

jisoo decides to break jeonghan's heart. "the sun and the moon don't ever meet. when the moon rises, the sun sets. they are not supposed to meet in the skies. sure, they meet only once in a while, but it doesn't last long. if i am the moon and you are the sun, we shouldn't be together right now."

jeonghan didn't have any time to hide his stupefied expression. jisoo wanted to laugh. who knew, that jisoo could beat jeonghan in these talks only meant for academically gifted people? jisoo was never good at studying nor literature, but he was able to pull that shit off.

though, the satisfaction didn't last long. jeonghan put on his rehearsed smile again and told jisoo: "but we are together right now. eclipses are beautiful, hong jisoo-ssi. though our interaction and meeting does not last long, i think it is deserving of the title 'beautiful'. i'm happy i met you, hong jisoo-ssi. you've helped me a lot."

jisoo shook his head, eventually accepting his loss(in his mind only, of course). he smiles at his cup of coffee like an idiot, realizing how stupid it was to even challenge the prince to this. he can't negate everything that comes out of jeonghan's mouth. the prince is literally a sunshine.

"ahhh, hong jisoo-ssi! i want to go back to my room and lock myself in there with endless papers to read. bellezia's laws are so boring." jeonghan complains, extending his hands behind him to stretch. he hits a person behind him.

"ah! i'm sorry!"

"no, i am terribly sorry! i didn't look behind." jeonghan turned his chair around, facing the college girl who sat on the table beside jeonghan and jisoo's table. "hello. are you okay?"

the girl.... was shocked, to put it in simple words. she was blushing as well. jisoo figured that it was because the prince was pretty. hey! jisoo is pretty too, why can't nobody notice that?

"i-i'm okay, uh," the girl stuttered, hair falling on her face. she tucks some of them behind her ear for her beet red face to be in jeonghan and jisoo's view. "do you study at jeongsei university? i think i've s-seen you there."

"i've.... been there. study well, miss!" jeonghan replies politely, flashing his infamous smile. meanwhile, jisoo was amused, watching the prince flirt with a college girl.

"actually," the girl giggled, sounding like hiccups. no, jisoo is not criticising even the laughs of people he meet. that's weird. "has anyone ever told you that your resemblance with prince jeonghan is very stark? i mean, it may be inappropriate to talk about it now becau—OH MY GOD!"

blag! the body of the prince lifelessly plopped on the floor, making jisoo's eyes go wide as saucers. what, was there something wrong with the coffee? is it too hot in here? is he sick or something? why did he collapse all of a sudden?

"ah," jisoo sighs, remembering what jeonghan told him yesterday. "you get out of all the atrocities using that skill. god, you're using that skill now?"

okay, but maybe fake-fainting really works if you want to get out of a certain situation. jisoo gives kudos to jeonghan for that.