Original story is here, in French!

 

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Once upon a time, there was a large kingdom. This country was beautiful and lush, with lots of citizens who were all satisfied with their lives.

 

All satisfied except for one. It was to this person that the prince of this country had to offer his thanks, because without this person, Prince Suho would have never met his true love.

 

Prince Suho was the most handsome prince in the world. He had a perfect face, a magnificent smile, and an incomparable personality.

 

“My son,” said the king, “I think you should find a wife one of these days.”

 

Prince Suho hated when his father said that, because the prince was not interested in girls. He had a boyfriend once, but Jongdae was only a duke, and so he was not high-ranked enough for Suho (that is to say, not high-ranked enough for Suho’s father).

 

In any case, Jongdae had moved on, and he had a new boyfriend who was a duke of another kingdom. Suho didn’t dwell on this issue. He was happy that Jongdae had found someone who could love him properly.

 

Suho was returning to the palace when his valet, Yixing, approached him.

 

“Your majesty,” he said, panting. “A fire—you have to come with me.”

 

“What?” Suho asked. “In the palace? But…how?”

 

“I don’t know how,” Yixing started to panic. “Come, come, I beg of you.”

 

“But…my father! My mother, my little sisters…”

 

“I’m sorry, your majesty,” he said, lowering his head. “The fire is huge; nobody survived.”

 

“How?” Suho asked. “How? I have to check for myself, maybe—”

 

“Your majesty, we have to leave!” Yixing exclaimed. He took his hand and pulled Suho away from the palace. They ran fast and for a long time, and finally, when they were far from the palace, they turned around to assess the degree of damage.

 

The palace was enveloped in flames, completely destroyed.

 

“But…” Suho whispered, tears in his eyes, “why?”

 

“I think it’s war,” Yixing said in a low voice. “The country south of here has been threatening to attack for a while now.  You’re not safe. We have to hide. Maybe we can go to the next kingdom.”

 

“But…the royal family of that kingdom…nobody knows if they exist…”

 

“It’s our only chance,” Yixing explained. “We have to try. Let’s go.”

 

They walked through forests, woods, until finally, they arrived at the border of the other country.”

 

“I don’t want to leave,” Suho complained. “I’ve never left my country. I don’t want to.”

 

“We have to,” Yixing said, with Suho’s hand in his. “Come on. Come on. I think I know where to find the palace.”

 

And so they walked more and more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The palace was huge. Huge and cold, and Suho wasn’t at all happy, even as Yixing knocked on the door.

 

“Excuse me!” he cried. “We’re from the neighboring kingdom! We need help!”

 

And to Suho’s surprise, the door opened.

 

“You see?” Yixing smiled, “they’re ready to help us.” Suho snorted and followed his valet into the palace. The interior of the palace was somber, and nobody was in sight. “Hello? Is anyone here?”

 

No response.

 

“Come on, Yixing,” Suho said, “it’s too weird here…” Suho turned and suddenly, someone appeared behind him.

 

“Who are you?” he asked, and Suho looked up. The man before him was tall and handsome and extremely scary.

 

“I…I…” Suho stuttered.

 

“This is Prince Suho of the neighboring kingdom,” Yixing said bravely. “And you?”

 

He ignored Yixing’s question and asked one of his own. “Why are you here?”

 

“The war…” Suho said in a low voice.

 

“We need help, please,” Yixing said. “We just need somewhere to stay. Please.”

 

The man looked at them suspiciously.

 

“You’re really handsome,” he said to Suho, looking at his face. Suho blushed. “Well, you can stay here…on one condition.”

 

“Anything!” Yixing cried. “What condition?”

 

“You have to marry me,” he said to Suho. Yixing and Suho gasped. This man was without a doubt completely crazy. Of course, very handsome, but also very crazy.

 

“But what’s this?” Yixing demanded.

 

“I can’t marry you!” Suho started. “I don’t know you! And plus—”

 

“My servants will show you your room. You have two days to decide. If you decide not to marry me, you have to leave this place immediately.” He looked at Suho. “Do you understand?”

 

“I’m sorry, but you’re insane!” Yixing said, but Suho interrupted him.

 

“C-can you at least tell me your name?” Suho whispered. The man looked at him with interest. Finally, he smiled.

 

“Yes, alright. So, my name is Yifan. Prince Yifan of this country.”

 

“Oh my God,” Yixing breathed. “My God my God my God.” Yifan let a little laugh fall from his lips.

 

“Does that change something?” he asked with amusement.

 

“Nothing,” Suho replied. “Nothing at all.”

 

 

 

 

 

Yixing paced around their room.

 

“Who does he think he is?” he wondered. “You don’t have to marry him. You don’t.” He turned towards Suho, who wore an expression of sadness.

 

“But…it’s safer here, right?” Suho asked. Yixing watched him with incredulity.

 

“You didn’t want to come here, and now…”

 

“But what other choice do we have?” Suho exclaimed. “You said yourself that this was our only chance.”

 

Yixing hesitated.

 

“That’s true…I said that…but, your majesty, marriage isn’t a small thing!”

 

“He offered us a bed and food…he can’t be all bad, don’t you think?”

 

“I can’t believe you’re thinking of marrying him,” Yixing responded. “Pardon me, but I’m starting to think that you’re also crazy!”

 

“Yixing, don’t talk like that! It’s just that it’ the best choice we have.”

 

“I hope you don’t regret this, your majesty,” Yixing conceded.

 

“Me neither,” Suho whispered.

 

 

 

 

 

That night, Yifan invited Suho and Yixing to dinner with him. Yixing didn’t want to go, so Suho went all alone.

 

“Where’s your valet?” Yifan asked.

 

“He…he’s not hungry,” Suho lied.

 

“Fine, sit down,” Yifan coaxed. “Do you like steak?”

 

“Yes,” Suho nodded as he sat in a chair. It was comfortable and Suho smiled just a little bit.

 

“So, in your kingdom, what happened?” Yifan asked. Suho looked up and his gaze was met with one much more beautiful.

 

“The palace…completely in flames,” Suho explained. “It’s war or terrorism; I don’t know which.”

 

“And so you came here.”

 

“It was our only chance,” Suho shrugged. “Thank you for welcoming us.”

 

“I like the company. And you…I already said this, but you’re really handsome. And I heard that you also have a beautiful personality.” Suho blushed again. The last time someone had said that, Suho was with Jongdae.

 

“You’re extremely handsome,” he’d said, “but I don’t think you love me.”

 

“But I do!” Suho cried. “I love you with all my heart!”

 

“Goodbye, your majesty,” Jongdae said. “Goodbye.”

 

“Prince Suho!” Yifan cried, shaking his arms. His cry drew Suho from his thoughts. “Are you alright? You suddenly started crying!”

 

“Hold me,” Suho wept. “Everyone who loved me disappeared.” Without hesitation, Yifan embraced Suho.

 

“Don’t say that; it’s not true,” Yifan whispered, cradling Suho in his arms. “And me—for me, when I saw you, it was love at first sight. Really.”

 

“Really?” Suho sniffled.

 

“Really. I know I gave you an ultimatum, but…you don’t have to marry me. I want you to be happy, that’s all.”

 

“Kiss me,” Suho said with a little hesitation.

 

“What? Yifan asked.  His eyes became enormous.

 

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing,” said Suho quickly, wiping his eyes.

 

“I can if you want,” Yifan said, “but I think it’s a little early…”

 

Suho looked up timidly. “It’s not that early if we’ll get married one day, right?”

 

“You don’t have to—you don’t have to—”

 

“I want to,” Suho insisted. “I’ll learn to love you. I have nothing back home, not anymore.”

 

“Are you sure?” Yifan asked.

 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Suho nodded.

 

“So can I kiss you?” Yifan asked, and Suho swore that his cheeks were a little pink.

 

“Yes,” he said, closing his eyes.

 

And he felt Yifan’s lips on his own. The kiss was soft, but Suho could feel the love emanating from Yifan. He felt himself melt as the kiss deepened.

 

Someone cleared their throat, and the lovers raised their heads.

 

“Your majesty,” Yixing stuttered.

 

“Ah, Yixing, this is my fiancé,” Suho smiled, and even as Yixing stuttered, he kissed Yifan again. “I think I’ll be happy with you.”

 

“I know you will be.”

 

 

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A/N (also T/N lol): So since I wrote this fic in French I figured I'd translate to English. Some of the meaning is lost in my opinion, especially the way Yixing talks to Suho/Yifan and the way Yifan talks to Suho. When Yixing speaks to either of them, he's using a more formal register (vous instead of tu), and Suho and Yifan both talk to Yixing less formally. Yifan and Suho also speak to each other casually. 

Other than that, yup! Hopefully y'all like the English version kekeke. 

♥ Exie