Feelings
The Lonely Prince and The Thief
‘I have faith that you will bring him back here without so much as a hair damaged?’
The woman’s voice was low, her fingers tapping slowly against the arm of her chair, her eyes cast towards a tall younger man who stood before her, his body down on one knee, his head lifting, a smile creeping upon his face, his eyes closing before they could make contact with the woman, the hand over his chest just barely twitching.
‘Yes my queen, I’ll be sure that the prince is escorted back safely to the castle. You have called the right man to do the job.’
His voice was velvet smooth as he spoke, the queens light laughter filling the darkened room that was only occupied by the two of them. The queen slowly sat up straighter as she glared down at the man kneeling before her.
‘I do have a lot of fate in you sir, I expect Junsu back here sooner than later, though I know it may take some time. Let no one stand in your way, kill anyone who might appose you bringing him back here.’
She stated, her chin lifting, nose rising into the air as her fist became balls, her knuckles white as the young man rose, that grin still plastered across his face as he bowed to her one last time.
‘Do not worry madam, no man shall get into my way.’
He agreed, the queen nodding her head before shooing the man away, her body relaxing against the cushion seat, one of her many fans being pulled out, wind caressing her cheeks while he waved it back and forth to cool down her reddened skin.
‘My poor baby, mommy prays that you are alright and not in some nasty environment that will get you contaminated…’
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For some strange reason he was comfortable, no back aching pain was found any where in his body, only the feeling of a dull pain from his shoulder could be felt, but even then, it was something he felt like he could deal with if he was properly awake and moving around. He let his body shift unconsciously after a long moment of being sure no pain would come to him, his head turning to the side, a prickly sensation tickling his nose, just like grass, no actually, he was sure it was grass, his eyes that had been closed for what felt like hours finally opening, the sight of emerald green grass taking over his vision. Junsu let his eyes blink for a moment before he willed himself to actually sit up, the arm that he could use properly helping him in the situation, the other one, he found to still be bound to his chest, the hand made support actually helping in good ways.
His eyes still felt exhausted, but he felt the best he had in the past weeks, months, his body feeling new, refreshed, like that strange dream he had, had made him into something new, like Jay had really placed himself inside of him and made him a completely different Junsu. Junsu paused his thoughts for a moment now, his eyes going wide as he looked around. The forest surrounding him, shadowed with the fading day, the pinkish hazel from the sunset casting a peaceful look over everything around, even the rush of water sounded pleasant. Junsu lifted a hand to his head.
‘Am I still dreaming?’
He mumbled, the scene around him not something he had been expecting to wake up too, the last he had checked, he was on the carriage with Chansung and Taecyeon, but if he remembered correctly, the carriage had come to a jerking stop, he and the others had flown forward, but after that, it was a blur, he was sure that was probably when that dream had started up. Junsu shifted nervously on the ground now, his eyes wandering around the silent green forest, not a sign of any human life, only small birds chirping every so often. Junsu couldn’t help when his heartbeat picked up a few extra beats, a cold sweat running down his cheek as he continued to look around, he really couldn’t be the only one out here could he? Had something happened to the carriage when he passed out? Was this seriously a dream? Where was Chansung, Taecyeon?!
Junsu felt the panic sink, a hand rising to his chest as he crawled onto his knees and leaned back against his heels. What if something bad had happened to his companions!? What a terrible prince he would be if that carriage had killed any of them but him? What was he supposed to do?! Junsu was about to take in another panic gasp when a sort of splashing near by could be heard, the sound of something familiar filling Junsu’s ears. The prince quickly whipped his body around, regretting it a little when his shoulder ached, his mind uncaring as he crawled towards a near by bush where the noise he had heard came from.
‘Aiish, I’m covered in dirt..’
Chansung spoke, water splashing over the brown dirt stained skin, the water running dark before disappearing into the crystal blue water. Chansung huffed when his skin had still yet to get completely clean, his head hanging slightly, eyes staring down at his arms and then the rest of his body.
‘EEEK!’
Chansung’s nearly jumped straight out of the water when the high pitched scream cut off the forests quiet silence, his head snapping in the direction where he had hidden Junsu a way while he was taking a quick bath in the water. The bushes rustled a little, Chansung’s eye brows furrowed before he quickly made his way over to the edge of the river, his hands reaching out towards the brush, easily pushing all of it aside in one go, only to reveal a rather red looking Junsu whose eyes were covered with his free hand, he was backed more closer to a nearby tree than were he had left him, he knew this had to be the source of screaming he had heard, Junsu shaking where he sat, his hand gripping tightly over his face. At least he was awake now? Chansung groaned slightly as he rolled his head around.
‘What the hell June, don’t scream like that, I thought someone was trying to kidnap you or something..’
Chansung scoffed, Junsu’s taking a moment to catch his breath before he could reply,
‘W-Well I d-didn’t expect to find you in a river..’
Junsu stuttered, his hand shaking over his eyes, Chansung sighed heavily, this poor boy really had been sheltered all his life.
‘I was taking a bath, you know trying not to smell so bad.’
Chansung retorted, leaning against the edge of the river, Junsu managing to peek between his fingers before quickly hiding away his eyes again, this time Chansung looking amused as he smiled.
‘You’ve never seen another person before.’
Chansung teased, Junsu grunting to himself holding his hand tighter to his face, the sound of water sloshing as Chansung began pulling himself out of the water.
‘A-Are you getting out?’
Junsu squeaked, his breath being held as the water calmed and everything around went silent.
‘Yah, June open your eyes.’
Chansung spoke, breaking the silent, startling Junsu who quickly shook his head back and forth.
‘You’re !!’
Junsu screeched, Chansung rolling his eyes, already slipping into his pants the moment Junsu slowly began removing his fingers from his eyes, his body relaxing when Chansung placed his hands on his hips.
‘You’re such a girl.’
Chansung mumbled, Junsu frowning, his arms crossing over his chest, his bottom lip poking out and his head turning away. Chansung ruffled the wet strands of his hair as he moved towards the prince, he didn’t bother putting his shirt on, his body squatting in front of the pouting prince who only glanced towards him.
‘June.. I’m sorry.’
Chansung was the one to look away this time, Junsu’s hand remaining on his face, an eyebrow rose in confusion, his mouth formed a thin line as his hand fell into his lap, his legs stretching out so that they were on either side of Chansung.
‘Sorry for what?’
He voiced after a moment, Chansung taking his time to look back towards Junsu, his expression sour like Junsu should of known what he was talking about, though he kind of did, but the prince stood his ground, his eyes trying to search Chansung’s.
‘For what I did on the carriage, you know… I shouldn’t have forced that on you.’
Chansung admitted, his face turning a sort of pink, his arms resting on his knees, Junsu couldn’t help but be amused by this expression, it wasn’t like he saw it from a man such as this, not someone whose skin was so thick it was almost impossible to pierce.
Take care of Chansung for me..
Junsu had to blink a few times now, the sudden voice ringing in his ears, his head slightly turning back and forth, only to find nothing. Then again, he should have known, the voice was the same from his dream. Junsu now looked back down at Chansung, the others head still hanging.
‘Yah, Chansung.’
Junsu spoke, imitating the exact way he had heard Chansung call him before, it sounded pretty good because he managed to get Chansung’s attention, his eyes wide when he looked up, he was probably not expecting that, nor the part where Junsu was grabbing the back of his head with his only good hand and pulling him forward, their lips instantly connecting for a second time, but this time not lasting for so long, that spilt second gone as Junsu pulled away, forcing down the blush on his face.
‘Now we are even.’
Junsu stated, doing his best to smile towards Chansung who only looked towards him with his mouth wide open, eyes unblinking. Junsu frowned this time, only after a long moment of that shocked expression did Chansung manage to speak,
‘Did you just..’
Chansung asked, his head just barely tilting, Junsu carefully nodding his head up and down.
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‘Why the hell did you pull me away?!?!’
Taecyeon growled, tugging against Wooyoung’s grip trying to free himself, there was no way in hell he was allowing Junsu and Chansung to be away from him, not after what happened on the carriage, Junsu was in danger around that idiotic thief, and Taecyeon wasn’t their to protect him! Taecyeon tugged hard again, his attempts failing, this man who was dragging him, flimsy arms and all was much stronger than he looked.
‘I’ve learned throughout the years I’ve trained with that man that when he acts a certain way, it’s best to just give him some space.’
He spoke casually, Taecyeon’s face going sour, his strength still struggling to over power Wooyoung’s who only smiled as he pulled him harder along, the town getting closer and closer.
‘Then why the hell did he take Prince Junsu?! He could of just let me carry him!’
Taecyeon continued on, Wooyoung snickering,
‘I said he needed space, not that he was an idiot.’
Wooyoung replied, Taecyeon looking rather offended at this statement, Wooyoung holding him tightly,
‘You don’t know how much that man risked to take your precious Prince to where he’s going.’
Wooyoung spoke, slowing the two down as they reached the entrance of the town, people bustling around with carts full of vegetables, women hanging clothing out to dry, children running around playing with sticks or whatever else they could find. Taecyeon paused at the entrance,
‘Is that supposed to make me feel sorry for him?’
He asked, Wooyoung shrugging his shoulder up and down, looking over them to look Taecyeon up and down.
‘How would you feel if you got kicked out your only home and have to leave people you consider family?’
Wooyoung asked, releasing Taecyeon’s hand, stuffing them into the pockets of his pants, his feet taking him into the town. Taecyeon huffed, but managed to follow the other male to where ever they were going.
‘So.. Why did he practically get kicked out of his home?’
Taecyeon asked, clearing his throat as he fell in step with Wooyoung, the other puckering his lips,
‘Because he would be killed if he ever went back to Daegu and got caught for kidnapping the prince.’
Wooyoung spoke, Taecyeon seemed to pleased at this idea.
‘Well he get’s what he gets for a being an idiot.’
He spoke, his chest puffed out, both hands going on his waist, he smiled just thinking about that stupid thief being gone and both him and the prince being safely back home. Wooyoung’s snickering shattered this though as the other looked his way again.
‘And you think you’d be able to live happily ever after if Chansung was caught? I think you forget that you aren’t exactly putting up the best fight to get him home. You’d probably be under the knife for allowing this to happen AND being with him. So it’s practically like your kidnapping your own prince as well.’
Wooyoung retorted, Taecyeon’s foot steps coming to a halt, his eyes wide and angry towards Wooyoung who had also stopped walking, a few children running past him, Taecyeon didn’t understand how that man had such a smile on his face when he was telling him these things, he could probably take this man down easily.
‘My queen would never think of doing something to someone as loyal as me to the family.’
Taecyeon shot back, Wooyoung snickering before shaking his head back and forth.
‘Whatever rust bucket, let’s go to the inn and wait for Chansung and your prince to get back.’
Wooyoung spoke, Taecyeon snorting but turning in a totally different direction, he wasn’t about to listen to such nonsense, he’d rather look around then spend another moment within this man’s presents.
‘I’m going to look around..’
He spoke without bothering to look over, already heading to the left where a bunch of small stores and houses stood. Wooyoung rose an eyebrow, his lips twitching as he turned away,
‘Suit yourself.’
He shrugged the other male off, already heading towards the large sign that held the letters ’INN’ in big bold letters.
Taecyeon managed to find himself in a rather small looking store that held what looked like herbs and different types of formulas for healing of different sorts, it seemed like a good shop to be in, seeing as Junsu’s shoulder still hadn’t completely healed.
‘Maybe they’ll have something I can rub on the bruises to make them go away faster.’
Taecyeon mumbled to himself his eyes already beginning to sort through the many bottles of mixtures and leaves, he wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking for to be honest, but maybe the names of titles would actually help in some way, and they kind of did, some of them reading simple things, others not. It was technically just a big cluster of many different things to help in many different ways.
‘Maybe I should ask som..
‘Oh my sir you look an absolute mess!’
The feminine voice had caught him off guard, he wasn’t use to such a high pitched concerned voice being shot his way, his head turning just in time to see a young looking lady approaching him and looking up at him, her blonde hair framing her face perfectly but showing off the concerned crease lines in her brow, formed into a frown. Taecyeon couldn’t help but look around to make sure she wasn’t talking to someone else.
‘Yes, I’m talking to you sir, you look filthy like you’ve been rolling around in the dirt! Look at that armor! It looks like it hasn’t seen a wash cloth in days.’
The female frowned, Taecyeon looking away, mumbling to himself about how it hadn’t before turning back to the young lady who was already reaching for his hand.
‘Uh, thanks for the concern, but I’m just looking for one thing in particular.’
He spoke sincerely, tugging the girl to a stop, a smile only formed on her face as she tugged him also to begin walking.
‘Sure, Sure, I’ll help you with whatever you need as soon as I help you get all fixed up, I hate it when I see such a handsome young fellow such as you all filthy when you could be all clean!’
She stated cheerfully, tugging Taecyeon unwontedly towards the back.
‘Uh..’
Taecyeon tried, but was interrupted yet again, the girl throwing his arm over her shoulder.
‘My name is Jessica by the way~’
‘Nice to meet you… Jessica. Uh, my names Taecyeon I guess..’
‘Well Taecyeon welcome to town then.’
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