King and Queen| Yugbam

TEN

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"What should we do now?" Bambam asks as he and Yugyeom decide to stay in the bushes for now.

"Should we go back to the cabin?" he suggests. "I don't think anyone will know we'll be there."

"Ugh, yeah, but then I'll be too lazy to walk back to my castle," Bambam groans. "The trip is a bit too far, you know."

"No, it isn't," Yugyeom chuckles. "You're just lazy."

"True," Bambam mutters in agreement. "Let's go, then."

Yugyeom nods, and he and Bambam start talking. "So how did you manage to sneak out?"

"My dad was teaching me how to be a king, and I asked for a break," he starts. "He agreed, and there are these two guards who cover me for everything. They were in the back luckily, so I just went through there."

"Lucky," Yugyeom grumbles. "All the guards I have trust my parents more than me. If I dare disobey my parents' orders, they'll tell my parents in a heartbeat."

"Well, they're going to have to start trusting you," Bambam says pointedly. "You're going to be the new queen soon."

"Yeah," Yugyeom sighs. "What about you? How has learning to be a king been going?"

"It's been going...fine, I guess," Bambam replies. "Honestly, all I want to do is escape. I don't want to be a king. I hate the status I was born in."

"Well, you could always run away," Yugyeom says. "Why don't you?" Bambam looks at Yugyeom, making the younger look back at him in confusion. "What?"

"Isn't it obvious, Gyeomie?" he says. "I'm only staying because of you. If I leave, I'm never going to see another pretty face like yours again."

Yugyeom's face heats up, and he averts eye contact with Bambam, looking at the ground instead. "O-oh."

"Hey, I just realized something," he says, making Yugyeom look back up.

"What?"

"If we become king and queen, we can remove the stupid rule of our kingdoms," Bambam says. "We can make our kingdoms aliases, and we can finally be able to live with each other freely."

"Bambam, that rule is permanent," Yugyeom reminds. "No king or queen can remove that rule."

"Well, yeah, but the people who made that rule were our great-great-great-great grandparents," Bambam says. "They're in our blood."

"I guess," Yugyeom mutters. "But queens have to be married to be able to change rules. Even there, their husband or wife, the king, has to be the one who changes the rules."

"Yeah, we should also change that rule."

Yugyeom giggles. "Yeah, that's true, but...that means we'd both have to be married to...different people."

"We could always get divorced," Bambam says, shrugging.

"But what if you fall in love with them?" Yugyeom asks pointedly. "And you're forced to have children with them."

"Well, I don't think I'll ever want to have children," Bambam says.

Yugyeom looks at Bambam in surprise. "Y-you don't want to have children?"

"Well, not really," he admits. "But if it's with the one I love, then we can make things work."

Yugyeom nods. He looks up, realizing they finally arrived in front of his and his parents' cabin. "We're here. See, the trip wasn't that far."

"Yeah, but my poor feet still hurt," Bambam pouts as he follows behind Yugyeom up the stairs of the porch. 

"You're such a baby," he giggles as he crouches down to get the key from underneath the mat.

Bambam lets out a small smirk, and he crouches down next to Yugyeom, leaning toward his ear to whisper: "I can be your baby, my queen."

Yugyeom's face immediately heats up a million degrees, and he quickly stands up. "Y-yah, Kunpimook, don't say things like th-that."

Bambam chuckles, liking how red Yugyeom turns. "I was just messing with you, my queen."

Yugyeom lets out a small frown as he starts working on unlocking the door. "D-don't call me that."

"'My queen'? Why? It's cute, and it fits you."

"B-but I'm not yours."

"You could be."

Yugyeom's ears start turning red as well, and he finally manages to open the door. He quickly walks inside and starts walking toward the kitchen, taking off his hood. "A-are you hungry?"

Bambam chuckles in amusement, stepping inside the house after Yugyeom, closing the door behind them. "I thought you said the cabin doesn't have that much food."

"Someone offered to buy some the other day," he says. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah," Bambam replies as he takes off his hood. "Do you need any help?"

"N-no, I'm fine," Yugyeom assures. "U-uh, if you want, we updated, and got a TV."

"'BaMs, We'Re In ThE mIdDlE oF a FoReSt'," Bambam mimics. "Do YoU eXpEcT tHeRe To Be AnY sIgNaL?"

"Sh-shut up," Yugyeom grumbles.

Bambam lets out a small laugh. "How did you guys manage to get signal?"

"Well, it's not really a TV, I guess," Yugyeom says. "It is one, but you can only put DVDs in there."

Bambam shrugs, walking into the living room. "That's better than nothing. What movies do you guys have?"

"The stack is underneath the TV."

Bambam nods, and he starts looking through them. He soon decides to watch The Boy II. He takes the DVD out of its box and puts it in the DVR box. Bambam grabs the control, and turns on the TV, seeing that the credits barely started rolling.

The smell of delicious food starts wafting in the air, and Bambam looks over toward the kitchen. Yugyeom has the stove on, cutting up a few vegetables. Bambam then realizes this is the ideal life of a normal man—their wife in the kitchen making food or doing chores, whilst they sit back and relax.

Bambam promised himself ever since he found out about how normal men think toward their wives that he would never treat his wife (or husband) that way, so he immediately gets up, pauses the TV, and heads toward the kitchen.

"What do you need my help with?" he asks, making Yugyeom jump.

"Oh, god, you scared me," he mutters, sighing in relief. "And nothing, Bam. I said I was okay. Go watch the TV."

Bambam raises an eyebrow. "Did your mom raise you like that?"

Yugyeom looks at Bambam in confusion. "Like what?"

"Did she raise you to work whilst your husband sits back and relaxes?"

"Yes...?" Yugyeom still looks at Bambam in confusion. "Why?"

"Yugyeom, that's not how a marriage works," he lightly scolds. "Both sides are supposed to be working. Not just one."

"Yeah, but wouldn't my husband be too tired from working all day?" 

"Think about it, Gyeom. Your husband, the king, works a few hours. He signs papers and deals with people and the royalty. You take care of the housewife stuff—the cooking, cleaning, neatness, and children. That takes all day, and your husband's job only takes a few hours. Once he's done, he just sits back and relaxes, whilst you work. And if you're unlucky enough, your husband will want to have some 'sexy' time with you in the night when you should be sleeping."

"Oh," Yugyeom says in a small voice. He never really thought of that. "That does seem unfair."

"Yeah," Bambam agrees. "So what do you want me to do?"

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this book is barely a year old, & it's barely on chapter ten 🤡