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"You are a really lucky man," the girl said, giggling as she glanced at Kyuhyun, who was greeting some guests. 

Hyukjae smiled. "Thank you," he said, calm and composed. Classy.

They kept coming, complimenting him on how lucky he was to marry a man such as Cho Kyuhyun and even when Hyukjae wanted to tell them all it was actually an arranged marriage, he just smiled, elegant, as he was taught, and thanked them all for their thoughts. 

The girl was definitely not as elegant and classy as Hyukjae. She could have reached the adjective of vulgar. Her clothes were too revealing and his movements too exaggerated, obviously wanting attention. Her make up was all messy and with too many colors that she looked as a butterfly. Her hair was tied up without being brushed and Hyukjae couldn't help but to hold his glass of wine harder.

No. Hyukjae wasn't jealous because Kyuhyun had a girlfriend, even when it was their wedding celebration. 

Hyukjae was mad. His ego was hurt. His dignity even. How could Kyuhyun prefer such a woman instead of him?

"She must be great in bed and have a great personality," he mumbled as he sipped from his wine.

Days passed. Hyukjae had to keep on smiling to everyone, keeping the image of a healthy and happy new marriage they were supposed to pull off. Kyuhyun was good at it too, but he never slept in the same room as Hyukjae.

"I don't want her here," Hyukjae said firmly, with a poker face as he looked at the woman behind Kyuhyun, a wide grin on her face because Kyuhyun decided she should live with him and sleep in his room.

"I wasn't asking you," Kyuhyun said coldly and took her hand, guiding her to his room.

Hyukjae's pride had never been hurt so much before.

It took Hyukjae a month to get tired of the situation and to take control of it. He couldn't stand the girl going around his own house in underwear or wearing Kyuhyun's boxers and shirts. He couldn't stand the fact that she was more of a wife for Kyuhyun that he was because they had never kissed again ever since their wedding ceremony. 

So Hyukjae hired a to go and live with him. He didn't allow the man to touch him. His body was precious and even when Kyuhyun didn't even know his name, he was still his wife and he had to keep being faithful. 

"What the were you thinking?!"

Hyukjae frowned, looking up from his book to look at Kyuhyun, ranging because he found his girlfriend and Hyukjae's guest sleeping together. "It depends, please do tell me when."

Kyuhyun seemed even angrier at the reply. "He seduced my girl," Hyukjae was almost sure he was going to get hit.

"Correction, dear husband," he pronounced the words bitterly. "She let him seduce her. I just brought him here as my companion."

"Tell your companion to away, then," Kyuhyun said, clenching his fists angrily. 

"If your companion is allowed to go around as she wishes, so is mine," Hyukjae said, closing the book he was reading. "I would be really thankful if you stopped scolding him, for so, I've never do such with your companion."

Hyukjae's plan wasn't to make her go away with him and escape together. Hyukjae only wanted Kyuhyun to taste a little of what he was doing. The plan worked out either way and he noticed Kyuhyun angrier every day that passed after that.

"Divorce?" Hyukjae let down the cup of tea he was holding and smiled softly, slightly. "Just let me know when and where, my dear husband."

Kyuhyun went away raging and Hyukjae stood there, in his room, letting his eyes shed the tears of deceive and hurt.  He was way too young to be divorced and his family would never allow him to marry again. Even if the marriage was never consummated. 


It was one of those events where they had to pretend to be happy and Hyukjae hung his arm on Kyuhyun's elbow, smiling and nodding in acknowledge to everyone that greeted them. He laughed softly and elegantly to anyone that deserved it and he clang onto Kyuhyun for the entire night. 

As soon as they went home, the magic ended and each one of them went to their respective rooms. 

The divorce was still in process but Hyukjae found himself unable to sleep at night. He dedicated himself to read in the kitchen with a cup of tea. 

One night, Kyuhyun came in and stopped, clearly surprised by Hyukjae's sudden appearance in the kitchen. "Stay, I'll go up my room," the smaller offered, closing his book and standing up from his chair, nodding at Kyuhyun. 

"It's alright, you don't have to leave," Kyuhyun said as he poured water into a glass. "It's also your house."

Hyukjae turned to look at Kyuhyun and chuckled bitterly. "It's the first time you actually acknowledge this as my house," he said. "I'm flattered, but I'll leave to my room. I'm afraid there is nothing we can talk about and I am not willing to stay in an awkward silence," he bowed slightly. "Have a good night, my dear husband."

And as Hyukjae went up the stairs, he realized that had been the longest conversation they had. 

And it was sad.

Because it was the night before their first anniversary. 


Hyukjae signed the divorce papers the day of their anniversary and he just stood up silently, bid goodbye and excused himself before going to his room again. He didn't know why he cried so hard that day.

His eyes were slightly swollen and he went down the kitchen again. They would have to keep on living together for a few more weeks while the process finished and he prepared a cup of tea for himself. "Would you mind preparing one for me?"

Hyukjae turned around, slightly surprised by Kyuhyun's sudden appearance. "Of course not. I hope you enjoy green tea."

"It's my favorite," Kyuhyun said as he sat down in one of the chairs.

"Mine too," Hyukjae whispered, staying silent to prepare the tea and placing the cup in front of Kyuhyun when it was done. "Please do enjoy."

They stayed in a slightly comfortable silence again, sitting in front of each other in the table of the kitchen. "How can you always be like this?" Kyuhyun broke the silence. "Always this... Calm.. And perfect..."

Hyukjae looked up, chuckling softly. "Do I seem perfect for you, Kyuhyun-shi?" He asked, smiling softly. "I feel flattered."

Kyuhyun sighed. "See? You always smile, you always make everything look as if it was under control when it's a disaster. I had a girlfriend, I even ed her in the room next to yours. I yelled at you and asked for divorce... How can you not be mad?"

Hyukjae felt his hand tremble and decided to leave the cup on the table. "You're wrong, Kyuhyun-shi," he said softly. "It's not that I do not get mad," he smiled politely. "On the contrary. I've been mad ever since we got married. I act this way to control myself."

Kyuhyun didn't say anything and just looked at him for a long minute. "You mean," he started. "You've never been happy this last year?"

"It doesn't matter," Hyukjae said. "What matters, is what people see."

"It's completely ridiculous. How can you not be happy for a whole year? Not even a second? Who taught you such madness?" Kyuhyun asked, frowning.

Hyukjae stood up and smiled again. "It was you, Kyuhyun-shi," he took his cup to the sink and turned around, bowing slightly. "Have a good night, my dear ex-husband."


It was the very first time Hyukjae saw Kyuhyun being drunk. He watched carefully how the taller tried to hold himself steady on the wall and he sighed. Truth was, that Hyukjae was still his wife and he should help him to his room. "Come here," he ordered. It was three in the morning. Kyuhyun smelled to and alcohol.

"Oh! Hyukjae!" Kyuhyun exclaimed, almost happily. 

Hyukjae said nothing and just placed one of Kyuhyun's arms around his shoulders to help him up the stairs, into the guests room, because he didn't have the guts to come into Kyuhyun's, and finally made him sit on the edge of his bed. "I hope no one knew your state right now, Kyuhyun-shi, or else, people will talk."

"Let them talk," Kyuhyun said, and Hyukjae was slightly surprised at how serious he sounded. 

Hyukjae said nothing and leaned down to take off Kyuhyun's shoes and socks, fully knowing the taller wouldn't be capable of such without falling down. He stood up again and just leaned in to undo Kyuhyun's jacket. "If people talk, it's going to be hard on us," he mumbled, finally sliding the jacket away and sighing because he still had to undo his tie. 

"Isn't it, already?" Kyuhyun asked, standing up as Hyukjae could finally loosen up his tie.

Hyukjae gasped slightly, having Kyuhyun so close to him. He looked up, not letting go of the taller's tie. "Kyuhyun-shi, sit down or you might fall."

Kyuhyun smiled, suddenly rounding Hyukjae's waist with one of his hands, pulling him closer and making Hyukjae gasp at the sudden act. Was Kyuhyun a violent man when drunk? "You're still my wife," Kyuhyun whispered. 

Hyukjae parted his lips to talk but the words got caught in his throat when he felt Kyuhyun's breath already against his lips and bit his lower lip. "And you, my dear husband, are drunk," he whispered back, turning his head away. 

"It's the only way I can bring myself to do this," Kyuhyun said, pulling Hyukjae's chin towards him with his free hand before kissing his lips deeply.

Hyukjae opened his eyes widely. He had only kissed once before and it was a simple peck when they got married. Kyuhyun was kissing him and it was soft. He pressed his hands against Kyuhyun's chest, pulling him apart slightly. He was sure his face was red, from the embarrassment and from the fact that he didn't know what to do. "Kyuhyun-shi, please sit down, you'll fall."

Kyuhyun looked at him and let out a soft chuckle, cupping his cheek with his big hand. "How can you be still so calm and composed, even after this?" He pulled Hyukjae closer again by his waist. "Still mad?" He asked. "Hyukjae," he smiled, almost sweetly. "You're still my wife."

Hyukjae looked into Kyuhyun's eyes that were piercing his wall and he nodded slightly, not pushing Kyuhyun away anymore. "I'm still your wife," he assured and it was all it took for Kyuhyun to kiss him again.

The kiss was intense. Hyukjae couldn't control the ticklish sensation in his body and the way oxygen was needed. He had to part away to breathe in and could barely bear with it because Kyuhyun would kiss him again and again until his legs were giving up on him.

Hyukjae had never had anyone hovering over him on a bed, kissing his lips, his neck, his shoulders, touching him. He was so nervous his body was trembling. His skin was sensitive that every time Kyuhyun's hand brushed against his skin, he would shiver. 

He was red from embarrassment. His body felt hot and he kept trembling. Kyuhyun was taking his clothes off but it didn't help with the heat he was feeling inside, what's more, it was getting worse. Hyukjae needed to know how he could get rid of such feeling. The way Kyuhyun's lips brushed against his abdomen and chest, how his hands slid along her torso. Hyukjae was vulnerable, but still, he felt as if Kyuhyun was taking care of him.

He didn't want to moan so loud. It wasn't his intention. He bit his lip harshly to prevent the embarrassing and unclassy moans from coming out from him but he couldn't help it. He wanted more. He wanted Kyuhyun to kiss him harder and deeper. He wanted Kyuhyun to touch him even more, to grind against him harder and faster. 

The heat was accumulating in his stomach and he moaned louder when Kyuhyun prepared his entrance. He couldn't help himself in hugging Kyuhyun's torso, panting and sweating from that annoying heat that was killing his insides. 

Kyuhyun was panting and breathing harshly against his ear as his s went in deep and hard against Hyukjae and he closed his eyes, . He didn't want to be so loud and he could only feel a little better when Kyuhyun groaned and moaned against his ear again. 

It felt good. Hyukjae had never felt so good in his entire life. It hurt, at the beginning, but Hyukjae didn't remember it anymore. The heat wasn't annoying anymore, it was great. He backed his body in pure ecstasy as Kyuhyun hit that one spot within his body that made him go crazy.

The heat was becoming hard to bear and Hyukjae let out a loud scream as he released himself against their heated bodied. The heat was freed and Hyukjae felt how his body trembled in mere pleasure from it. He felt something warn within him and he moaned, feeling Kyuhyun's seed in him.

Hyukjae collapsed against the pillows. He hadn't thought about it before, but he was sure he was a mess and he hated the idea of it. Kyuhyun was still over him, holding himself up with his palms by each side of Hyukjae's head. "This is exactly how I wanted to see you," he said. His voice was hoarse. He was sweaty and panting, looking down at his messy body.

"I'm a mess," Hyukjae said, trying to hide himself with his hands but being unable to just cover his entire body like that. "Please do look away."

Kyuhyun shook his head and smiled. It was a playful smile. "How can I look away? You look beautiful."

"I look horrible, please allow me to clean myself," Hyukjae said, almost desperately, letting out a soft whimper because Kyuhyun was still inside him and he was really sensitive. 

Kyuhyun looked at him and leaned down to kiss his lips again. Hyukjae wasn't sue if he should reject it or not but his body responded for him and he kissed back, feeling how Kyuhyun pulled out his length from him.

That night, against Hyukjae's wishes, they slept together. Their sweaty and tired bodies molded against each other and under the dirty blankets. 

Hyukjae wanted to at least fix his messy hair, but Kyuhyun ruffled it again and kissed his lips. "Just sleep and don't worry about how you look," he had said. "No one is watching us here."

"You are," Hyukjae said.

Kyuhyun smiled. "But I'm your husband."


Hyukjae woke up alone and he partially thanked it. He would have hated if Kyuhyun looked such a mess so early in the morning. He took a shower and changed his clothes, fixing his hair and putting on his skin care preparations. 

Kyuhyun was drinking tea in the terrace when Hyukjae walked in. "Come here," Kyuhyun patted the spot besides him on the big couch that pointed towards a magnificent view of the landscape. 

Hyukjae obeyed, as he could. The pain on his lower back was making him walk weirdly but he tried his best to do it properly. He was sure no one would notice the difference. He sat down on the couch, not exactly on the spot Kyuhyun signaled but close enough, nevertheless. 

Kyuhyun chuckled, shaking his head. "Here," he pointed again and Hyukjae hummed, doing as he was told and sitting just by Kyuhyun's side. "Drink this," it was green tea. "It's not as good as the one you prepare, but I tried."

"Shouldn't you be working, Kyuhyun-shi?" Hyukjae asked, sipping from the cup he was given. He looked at the liquid. It was way too sweet, but he wouldn't reject it and much less make Kyuhyun know it wasn't of his taste. "I believe it's already late."

"I should," Kyuhyun chuckled and took a small bottle, taking out a pill and placing it in his mouth.

Hyukjae looked at Kyuhyun and he gasped softly as the taller took away his cup and placed it on the small table in front of them, holding his nape to pull him closer and bring their lips together. 

Kyuhyun's tongue entered his mouth and Hyukjae felt the pill slowly go down his own throat. He closed his eyes and clenched on Kyuhyun's shirt tightly. Kyuhyun kept in kissing him, so intensely that they ended up over the couch, Kyuhyun over Hyukjae. "Painkillers," Kyuhyun said as soon as they parted away.

Hyukjae simply nodded, feeling his body start to get heated again. "Kyuhyun-shi, I'm a mess again," he said, looking away.

"I know," Kyuhyun smiled, leaning down to kiss his jaw slowly. "I like it. It's good to see how beautiful you are in your worst state." 

Hyukjae felt the color reach his cheeks and he clenched the shirt over Kyuhyun's chest harder. It was the very first time he blushed.


They had to stay there, greeting everyone as they came one by one. Hyukjae would smile politely and laugh discreetly as a joke was told. Kyuhyun had his hand in his waist and he would simply smile, talking about business with other men while he had to make sure to be nice to the wives of many. 

Hyukjae was a pretty trophy, after all. 

They closed the door of their house after going in, finally staying alone again. Kyuhyun turned around and ruffled Hyukjae's hair, undid his jacket and loosened his tie. "K-Kyuhyun-shi!" The smaller exclaimed, trying to fix himself again.

"No one is watching now, Hyukjae," Kyuhyun said as he did the same with himself. "Let's be comfortable and cook something to have dinner."

Aside from their wedding, and the occasional cups of tea they shared, Hyukjae had never had a proper meal by Kyuhyun's side on the table. The meals were exceptionally well made. Kyuhyun had folded his shirt up to his elbows and had prepared dinner expertly. "Tea is not my speciality, but I can cook for you," he had said and Hyukjae had to stay there only watching amused how handsome Kyuhyun looked cooking.

It was past midnight and they were in the terrace.

That night was the first night Kyuhyun and Hyukjae laughed together. 


"What do you say?" Kyuhyun asked serious, the papers in his hand.

Hyukjae looked at the envelope and up at Kyuhyun. He sat down with his back straight and a poker face. "As you wish, my dear husband."

Kyuhyun chuckled. "I wish to tear it apart."

Hyukjae couldn't help but smile sincerely, looking into Kyuhyun's eyes. "I'll wish whatever my husband wishes, then."

Hyukjae saw how Kyuhyun tore the divorce papers in his hands. The pieces of sheets fell down the carpeted floor and Kyuhyun sighed softly when he was finally done with it. "Let's go and have something to eat, Hyukjae."

Hyukjae stood up, nodding. "I hope you give me the honor to cook for you."

Kyuhyun stepped by his side and hugged his waist, leaning in to kiss his temple. "Only if I can eat you later."

Hyukjae laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're helpless."

Kyuhyun grinned widely. 

It was the first time Hyukjae felt comfortable enough as to call him that.


The letter said his parents died on their way home. They had been assaulted and killed and their bodies had been buried days before so his presence wasn't necessary anymore in the mansion.

Hyukjae wanted to cry loudly, to scream to the gods and to curse at them. But he couldn't. Kyuhyun would hear him and see him made a mess and that was a luxury he couldn't afford when their marriage was going relatively well. 

He cried silently, pressing his hand against his mouth to be quiet and not let his sobs some out, his eyes were red and swollen and his clothes a mess from falling down the floor and cry there without moving. 

The door was locked and he heard Kyuhyun calling for him from outside. "Please leave me alone for a few hours," he begged, biting his lower lip so hard he could taste blood. He was so ugly that he didn't want Kyuhyun to see him in such state. 

"Hyukjae, are you alright? Are you sick? Your voice sounds hoarse," Kyuhyun's voice reflected worry but Hyukjae couldn't bring himself to open the door and face him.

"Please leave, I'm a mess," he tried to insist, allowing his silent tears to come out from his eyes endlessly. 

It took him a few hours to finally come out from the bathrooms he was still crying, but he needed to write a reply to the letter as soon as possible, informing he would be there in a few days.

Kyuhyun was there, waiting for him to come out from the bathroom and he looked at him.

Hyukjae froze. Kyuhyun was looking at his ugly self so intently he thought the marriage was over and he wanted to cry again, louder this time. "Hyukjae...," it was a mere whisper and Hyukjae felt his tears coming out again silently.

"Kyuhyun, please go, I'm a complete mess," he turned around, not allowing Kyuhyun to see him.

Kyuhyun held his hand and turned him around, cupping his face with his free hand. "You're beautiful, Hyukjae, and no one is watching us."

That was the first time Hyukjae could cry freely and as loud as he could, embraced by Kyuhyun's arms that held him firmly and tightly, not loosening his hug in any second. Not even after Hyukjae fell asleep from so much crying. 

The next day Kyuhyun made sure to kiss his features gently and whisper how lovely he looked.

It was then, that Hyukjae finally understood Kyuhyun would like him no matter how he looked while he was himself. 


It was until their second year anniversary that Kyuhyun confessed to him and it took him one more week for him to do the same. 

Kyuhyun had seen the worst of him already. He had already seen Hyukjae's mess in different phases. There was nothing else he could hide from him.

It took another year for Hyukjae to also find out Kyuhyun's different phases.

And he loved them all.

A/N: I want to write another royalty story... Who's in?

also, I don't know where this story came from so just... try to enjoy? ^^'

Have a good day and I love you!