4,728 words. This is going to be a loooong three-shot. 
 

“I come over, quarter past two
Love in my eyes, blinded by you” 
 

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Kyungsoo woke up to the harsh ringing of bells and incoherent babbling of his trader. Park Jaesung toddled through the slaves’ quarters, shaking everyone awake. Yawning, Kyungsoo pushed hair out of his face, frowning a bit as curtains were yanked open, morning sunlight infiltrating the formerly dark room.  What a way to wake up, on his birthday no less.

“Oh, hurry up boys and girls!” Park hollered as several of his helpers came in and assisted in knocking everyone out of bed. He puffed himself up, his usually jovial face stern. “The royal palace has just sent word; the princes will be coming here, to this settlement, to buy one of you! Get up, get up!”

Kyungsoo was the first to get up, stumbling over to the wash basin. Eyes still half-closed, he splashed frigid water across his face, sleep dripping away with the falling droplets. He sighed as he cleaned his hands, picking out bits of dirt.

What wonderful luck I have, he thought sarcastically, grimacing at his rippling reflection. I get to be woken up early in the morning just so some pretentious, rich popinjays can come and ogle at us like zoo animals. And I probably won’t be chosen, either. Happy birthday to me.

“Hey,” a soft voice said, and Kyungsoo turned to see Minah smiling gently at him, her eyes curved into crescents. “Happy birthday, Kyungsoo.”

“Thanks, Minah,” the boy said, smiling in return. Minah was a fellow slave he had met when he had been imported from the Northern Lands, when he was fourteen. They became fast friends, with Kyungsoo beating off the older slaves who dared to harass her and Minah tending his wounds afterwards. He held her when she cried after returning from a particularly harsh bout of training, massaging her sore muscles and wiping away her tears. Now, approximately four years later, they were the best of friends. She was like the sister he never had.

Minah brushed back her long, brown hair, pretty eyes twinkling. “I know it’s not the best way to wake up on your birthday, but hey, maybe we’ll be bought today!”

Kyungsoo scoffed, ruffling her hair, causing her to squawk indignantly. “Yeah, that’ll be the accomplishment of a lifetime,” he mumbled under his breath, grinning as his friend swung at his head. “Woah there, Min, and people say I’m violent?”

“It took me forever to fix my hair!” Minah whined as she punched him jokingly in the shoulder. After a brief and playful struggle (Kyungsoo won, he always did), she hugged him, dipping her hand lazily in the washing basin as their fellow slaves washed up around them. “Besides, I’d rather be bought by the royal princes than anyone else.”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. “Why, because they’re rich?” he asked, yelping when she pinched his ears.

“I keep forgetting you’re not from here, and you never gossip,” Minah sighed, poking at his stomach, grinning as Kyungsoo made a face. “The princes are, well, notorious for being very kind to their slaves.”

“Because it’s a bad thing to be kind to fellow human beings,” Kyungsoo muttered as he ran wet fingers through his bed hair. The look on Minah’s face was sad as she hugged her friend closer, their heads bumping together gently.

“We’re slaves, Soo,” she whispered into his shoulder, the atmosphere around them suddenly melancholy. “To free people, we’re not human.”

“We’re just toys, equipment,” Kyungsoo murmured as he her hair, Minah curling into his side. “I know, Min, I know.”

The other slaves were in an uproar when Kyungsoo and Minah entered the main room. Excitement was palpable in the air as they chattered excitedly to each other, wondering who would be bought. Park-shii strode purposefully through the room, his chest puffed out, dressed in rich robes of ostentatious red velvet. Suddenly a messenger boy ran into the room, whispering frantically as he bent down to listen. His tiny eyes widened.

“Settle down, boys and girls!” he bellowed as he nervously began adjusting his robes. “The Highnesses will be here any minute now!”

Then he scurried out of the room. Dead silence ensued. Each of the slaves sat on their individual poufs that were scattered throughout the sunlit room, all tense and agitated. Kyungsoo smiled at Minah, who sat on the cotton pouf next to him, reaching over to squeeze her hand. She grinned back before the sound of brisk footsteps reached their ears, and everyone’s eyes shot to the large entrance.

Park-shii entered, talking animatedly as he led three figures into the spacious room. The one in front was a handsome man, who, despite not being the tallest person on earth, had a quiet but dominant aura about him. His face was gentle, angelic, with warm brown eyes and a soft smile. He was very pale, with silky hair the color of coffee beans. He was dressed in simple robes of lavendar, a circlet of gold glinting in his hair. The one by his side was slightly taller and equally handsome, with a chiseled face, prominent cheek-bones and dark hair of the same shade. His slender eyes were elegant, with a hint of mischief, and he was dressed in robes of claret. He too, sported a gold circlet. The last figure was a young man who trailed behind them, who had a sweet face and slightly air-headed smile. He was slightly taller than the two princes, and wore robes of pale heliotrope. A silver collar was on his neck, its thin chain leading to the hands of the first prince. A slave.

“I have the finest selection of slaves that can be found on this side of the Great Sea,” Park-shii was boasting as he gestured grandiosely towards his charges. “I assure you, your Majesties, you will never find specimen finer than these. I have hand-picked them myself with great care and ensured they had the best training-“

While Park-shii was rambling, Kyungsoo watched as the slave sidled closer to his master, whispering quietly in his ear. The prince nodded, still pretending to be listening to the trader who was chattering, and the slave began to wander among the ranks of the un-bought slaves, his chain a silver trail.

“So, tell me your Highnesses, do you know what type you’re looking for? Male, female? Tall or short?” Park-shii asked eagerly, and the prince with sharp features smirked, his gaze cat-like.

“Oh, I don’t know, what does kkamjong like?” he drawled, eyes darting quickly throughout the room.

“I think he likes both women and men,” the other prince said as he, too, studied the many slaves on display. They, too, began to walk among the slaves as Park-shii stumbled after them, still prattling away.

Suddenly there was a hand on his face, and Kyungsoo flinched back as the prince’s slave stuck his face close to his. Fingers skittered across his skin, and Kyungsoo gulped as the slave stared at him intently. After a few moments of intense scrutinizing, the slave stood up, rushing off in the direction of his master. He returned quickly, the princes and Park-shii in tow, his eyes excited and pleased. They came to a stop in front of Kyungsoo, the slave smiling expectedly at his master.

“This is the one, XingXing?” the prince with a cherubic face said as he and his brother ran calculating eyes up and down the length of Kyungsoo’s body. “He is a pretty little thing.”

“Yes, he’s the one,” the slave said happily, settling his head gently on his master’s shoulder, sighing contentedly as the prince his hair absently. “He’s perfect for kkamjong-ah.” 

The prince with a cat-like countenance stepped closer, using a finger to tilt Kyungsoo’s chin up. “Large eyes, pale skin, tiny,” he hummed, turning back to look back at his brother. “What do you think, Joonmyun? I reckon Yixing’s right, kkamjong’ll love him.”

Prince Joonmyun nodded, turning to Park-shii. “How much is he?”

“Excellent choice, your royal Highnesses,” Park-shii simpered, his eyes glinting. Kyungsoo cringed inwardly in disgust; the fat old man was probably going to inflate his price simply because his prospective buyers were royals, and surely had no lack of money in their pockets. “He’s an import from the Northern lands, one of my best investments; he can sing like an angel and cook like one too, and he-“

“How much?” the sharp-eyed prince interrupted impatiently.

“Well, you see, your Highnesses,” Park-shii said as he gestured to Kyungsoo proudly. “He’s really quite special. Still pure, you know, he’s completely untouched. Because of that, his price might be considered too hefty for the common noble-“

“Park-shii, please tell us the price,” Prince Joonmyun cut in gently, his smile kind but filled with underlying command. “I assure you, if we believe the price is too high, we will tell you so.”

“Very well, your Highnesses,” Park-shii said quickly. “His price is seven hundred gold pieces.”

Without blinking an eye Prince Joonmyun pulled out a sack of gold from his robe, counting out twenty pieces before dropping it into Park-shii’s itching hands. The metal within clinked and clanged. “There you are,” the prince said. “Seven hundred gold pieces.”

It was all happening so fast. Park-shii tugged Kyungsoo up by his color, fitting a chain easily into the latch before handing the other end to the prince.

“Up you go, boy,” the stout man said. “Make sure you serve their royal Highnesses well.”

As he was led out the door, Kyungsoo twisted around to catch Minah’s eyes. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she smiled a watery smile as she tried to wave. Panic twisted in his gut as realization hit him full force. This would be the first time in four years that they’d be separated, and it would be the final time.

He wouldn’t get to say goodbye.

He held her gaze as his new masters took him away, their eyes never leaving each others’. He was so preoccupied he didn’t notice when Joonmyun stopped, causing him to walk headfirst into the prince’s back.

“Are you alright?” the prince said kindly as he noted the frightened and heartbroken look on the boy’s face. Kyungsoo’s head whipped back to stare at Minah before dragging his gaze back to meet the prince’s. The lump in his throat seemed to increase a tenfold.

“He’s fine!” Park-shii said loudly. “Just excited to be going with such fine masters as yourself, your High—“

But Joonmyun had noticed Minah’s tears and the desperate look on Kyungsoo’s face. He nodded understandingly. “You may say goodbye,” he said softly, tilting his head in Minah’s direction. Kyungsoo looked at him in disbelief, and when the man didn’t move to take back his offer, he sprinted away, throwing himself into Minah’s arms.

“I’ll miss you so much, Soo,” Minah whispered, sniffling, as tears poured down both their faces.  Her pretty pale skin was blotchy and red, and they held each other tightly. “You’re like my brother. I can’t believe you’re going to be gone, Soo.”

“I know, Min,” he breathed as she pressed her tear-stained face into his neck. “I love you, Min. Please take care.”

“You too, Soo,” she choked out, her arms tightening before she finally released him. “Love you too.”

She drew back, smiling despite the salt water cascading down her cheeks. They stared at each other wordlessly until an irate Park-shii jerked him away, angrily hissing “How dare you keep the Highnesses waiting, you insolent brat? Now wipe away those tears, they won’t want you when you look like a wrinkly tomato.”

As he finally left his home—the only place he’d known—of four years, Kyungsoo closed his eyes and tried to etch Minah’s smile into his memory. He’d never see it again.

The trip to the palace was a daze, Kyungsoo hearing and seeing nothing. It was like there was this insistent buzzing in his ear, and he suddenly felt empty despite the heavy feeling in his chest. Yixing, Joonmyun’s slave, led him into the small carriage that followed the prince’s grand one, lifting the smaller up when he didn’t seem to comprehend that he needed to raise his feet. They sat together in the carriage, side-by-side.

“Hey,” Yixing said as he used the sleeve of his robe to brush away Kyungsoo’s tears, prompting the smaller to look up. “Please don’t be too upset,” he murmured as his sleeve made quick work of the vestiges of salt water. “I know how you feel.”

Kyungsoo could feel tears smarting at his eyes once more. Wordlessly, Yixing brought the smaller slave into his arms, swaddling him like a child in blankets. Though his heart still ached, Kyungsoo did feel a bit of comfort from Yixing’s embrace. Though the other slave was a stranger, his well-meaning was evident, as Kyungsoo couldn’t help but feel a little bit safer.

Some time passed before the carriage was jerked to a stop, and Yixing helped Kyungsoo out, steadying the boy as he wobbled. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the palace; its gigantic, sprawling buildings, the vastness of the gardens, the sheer affluence of it all. They stood at the foot of marble steps that led up to gigantic double doors which were manned by armed soldiers. Inside Kyungsoo could see the hall, high-ceilings, decorative columns, marble floors and all.

“It’s a lot to take in, at first,” Yixing said sympathetically as he led Kyungsoo to the royal carriage, where Joonmyun and the other prince were dismounting. “You’ll get used to it, after a while.”

Joonmyun strode over to them, his brother at his heels. He smiled at Kyungsoo, who attempted to reciprocate; the smile was slightly wobbly, but Joonmyun didn’t mind.

“Welcome to the palace,” he said, chuckling as Kyungsoo hastened to bow. “No need for formalities, little one,” he assured him. “What is your name?”

“K-kyungsoo,” he stammered, suddenly very interested in the floor.

“Do you know why you’re here?” the other prince asked.

“N-no, sir.”

“You’re to be a gift for our youngest brother’s twentieth birthday, which is in two days,” the prince said bluntly, though not unkindly.

“He will treat you well,” Joonmyun promised, and Kyungsoo couldn’t help but believe him. “You are to be a surprise, Kyungsoo, so until the celebratory ball we shall keep you hidden from him. Yixing will take care of you, won’t you, XingXing?”

Yixing grinned down at him, patting Kyungsoo’s cheek affectionately. “I’d love to,” he said, earning him a quick peck on the cheek from his master.

“You’ll get your own room in the servant’s wing,” Joonmyun continued after he pulled away, turning back to Kyungsoo. “After the celebratory ball, you will either continue to reside their or move into a different room based on what kkamjong desires. I’m afraid I can’t allow you to explore the palace just yet, but after the ball you will be free to do as you choose. This will be your home from now on.”

Kyungsoo bowed deeply. “Yes, your Highness,” he said. Joonmyun nodded before striding away with an elegant swirl of his robes.

“Yixing, you know what to do,” the prince said. “Come on, Jongdae, Jongin should be back from hunting soon.”

As the two princes disappeared, Yixing took Kyungsoo’s hand and led him into the palace. Though being separated from Minah still hurt, Kyungsoo had to admit that the palace was a far more pleasant place than the establishment that Park Jae-sung once forced him to call home.

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The two days passed in a blur, and Kyungsoo found life at the palace surprisingly pleasant. Despite Joonmyun's worries, his to-be master was constantly out, hunting or attending social functions with his siblings, and Yixing took advantage of his absence to show Kyungsoo around the palace. They spent almost the whole of a day in the kitchens, gleefully creating piles of dishes after dishes. Kyungsoo had met other slaves, as well. Minseok, Prince Jongdae’s slave, was a cheerful young man with cute cheeks and bright eyes who eagerly helped them make baozis when he found them in the kitchen. Baekhyun, the slave of Lord Chanyeol, one of the princes’ many cousins, had a distinct love for kohl and singing. He and Kyungsoo quickly formed a playful rivalry in which they tried to try out-sing the other, their impromptu competition quickly deteriorating into a heavenly duet. Luhan, who belonged to Lord Sehun, yet another one of the princes’ cousins, was a hyperactive blonde beauty who had a penchant for squishing Kyungsoo and Minseok’s cheeks, cooing all the while.

Kyungsoo learned from the others that his to-be master was the youngest son of the Emperor, a young man named Jongin. He was affectionately called “kkamjong” due to his dark skin, and was the object of affection of almost every lady who called on the palace. His mother, the Queen, was the eldest of nine siblings, and had married a great warrior who became the Emperor. Though the youngest of the nine, the only son, a beautiful man named Jaejoong, was technically set to become the next Emperor, he abdicated the throne, leaving it for his eldest sister’s husband. As a result, Jongin’s eldest brother, Joonmyun, was the Crown prince. His to-be master was found to be a real Casanova, flirtatious but gentlemanly, the most seductive out of the siblings. Despite his womanizing ways, Yixing assured him Jongin was a good man, but that was something Kyungsoo wanted to decide for himself.

As evening descended, Kyungsoo was brought back to his room, Yixing and Minseok fussing over him. He bathed, coming out of the tub smelling like orange blossoms and vanilla. He was dressed in a simple white robe that was soft against his skin. He was sat down in front of a large mirror, Minseok brushing through his hair carefully while Yixing fretted over the kohl, wailing “I don’t know how Baekhyun-ah does it!” before rushing out the door in search of said eyeliner extraordinaire.  Minseok just laughed before rubbing a cream that smelled of roses and olive oil into Kyungsoo’s skin.

“Your skin is so soft already, I don’t think you really need it,” the elder slave said as his fingers pressed into Kyungsoo’s face, “But it’s just in case. Oh, Yixing’s back with Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun quickly lined his eyes before finishing with a decided nod of his head. “Be careful not to smudge it my work!” he said warningly as Yixing carefully placed an opaque veil over Kyungsoo’s head, helping the boy stand up.

“Is this absolutely necessary?” Kyungsoo griped. He couldn’t see a thing.

“Yep,” Minseok said as he and Yixing led Kyungsoo out the door, Baekhyun behind them. “It’s a surprise, remember?”

“Right,” Kyungsoo said, suddenly feeling very strange, as if butterflies were fluttering in his stomach. “A surprise.”

Prince Jongin lounged on the throne, frowning slightly at the long line of nobles and royals who were intent on showering him with gifts. Joonmyun sat on his right, Jongdae on his left, Jongin’s throne slightly higher than both of theirs in honor of his twentieth birthday. He smirked and winked as one of the ladies in line caught his eye, the girl blushing heavily.

Beside him, Joonmyun laughed. “Kkamjong-ah, must you wreck the heart of every girl present?” his eldest brother teased. Joonmyun looked elegant in his robes of violet and gold, his legs crossed as he smiled politely. Yixing, who was usually glued to his side, was nowhere to be seen.

Jongdae chuckled from Jongin’s other side. Jongin’s second oldest brother was dressed in deep burgundy, reclining gracefully in his seat. A ring with a matching gem glinted on his finger. Jongdae’s slave was also absent, Jongin noted in confusion. “Oh, hyung, let him have his fun. Pay attention, Jongin-ah, I think there are a pair of pretty ladies looking for you.”

Jongin turned his head back to see Lady Jung Sooyeon and Soojung approach. They were the nieces of his uncle Jaejoong’s lover Jung Yunho, the general. Both ladies were clad in intricate rose pink gowns, their hair studded with glittering crystals. The younger, Soojung, caught his eye and smiled coyly as she and her sister curtsied.

“Happy birthday, Prince Jongin,” Lady Sooyeon said serenely, Soojung echoing her sentiments. Their gift was a case that held a finely crafted sword, its polished silver glinting in the light of the many candlelit chandeliers. “Soojung-ah chose it herself. We hope it is of use to you.”

Jongin stepped down from the throne and grasped its handle, admiring it. Perfectly balanced, light, with a razor-sharp edge, Jongin noted. He smiled and set it back in its case.

“Thank you very much,” he said sincerely. “I couldn’t ask for a better sword.”

“We are glad to hear that,” Lady Sooyeon said before bowing and sweeping away, Soojung following behind her. The younger turned around and winked, mouthing You’ll dance with me later.

Jongin laughed before returning to his perch, ignoring Jongdae’s -eating grin.

“She likes you,” his second eldest brother whispered, wiggling his eyebrows. “Too bad she’s not the prettiest thing you’ll see tonight.”

“Shut up, Jongdae,” he muttered back, only to have his attention drawn to the front by a loud bellowing of “OI, KKAMJONG!”

His cousin Chanyeol grinned at him, Baekhyun his side. The giant was dressed in saffron robes, his slave in pale silver, the two looking like the sun and moon. Baekhyun held a chest, which was opened to reveal a pile of silks.

“What’s that?” Jongin asked curiously.

Chanyeol’s grin widened inhumanly. “Curtains!” he said proudly, as Baekhyun gave Jongin an exasperated look that said don’t ask. They left, replaced by Lord Jeongsu, who gifted Jongin with an elegant chair imported from the Southern Isles. The line began to blur together, Jongin nodding and thanking mindlessly as gift after gift was bestowed on him. He received jewels, robes, furniture, statues, weaponry, money, all of which became part of a glittering pile. It wasn’t until a tall blonde man dressed in blood red robes came to stand in front of him that Jongin came ought of his repetitive pattern.

“Yifan!” Jongin exclaimed as the intimidating royal smiled. His slave, Zitao, who was dressed in turquoise silk, flashed a quick smile up at the prince before burrowing back into his master’s shoulders. It had been a while since Jongin had seen Yifan, the last time being when Yifan traveled from his homeland to Joonmyun’s twentieth birthday, nearly three years ago. The foreign prince and Junmyeon had been close childhood friends, due to the truce between their two kingdoms and their fathers’ easy friendship. When they were fifteen, Yifan had to return home to aid his ailing father, and had been unable to visit much since. He and Joonmyun had communicated through letters, and it had been a great surprise when Yifan had shown up to Joonmyun’s celebratory ball with a dark-haired and beautiful slave on his arm. Zitao, with his brooding eyes and impressive height, had clung to Yifan like a koala to its tree, casting deadly glares to the many voluptuous women who flocked to his master. Yifan’s gift to Junmyeon was a sweet-tempered slave from his homeland, a lovely, tranquil boy named Yixing. Junmyeon had taken instantly to his present, finding himself smitten with Yixing’s guileless smile and endearing tendency to lose himself to alternate worlds.

Upon remembering that Joonmyun’s gift for his twentieth birthday had been Yixing, and how he and Joonmyun had gotten Jongdae Minseok for his twentieth birthday, Jongin eyed his brothers suspiciously.

“Jongin-ah!” Yifan barked, causing Jongin’s eyes to snap back forward. “I came all this way to wish you happy birthday, and you choose instead to murder Jongdae with your eyes?” The elder prince’s smirk was playful. “Why, I’m hurt, kkamjong-ah. Is that all I mean to you?”

Jongin rolled his eyes as Joonmyun and Jongdae laughed. “It’s nice to see you too, Yifan,” he said as they shared a grin. “Now, what’d you get me?”

“I knew you only liked me for my money,” Yifan pretended to lament, Zitao petting his arm in mock comfort before they both turned their piercing eyes back on the celebratory prince. “That rare pure-black horse Joonmyun said you wanted? She’s already in the stables.”

Jongin’s eyes widened. “Yifan, you didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did,” Yifan said smugly, the devilish smirk on Zitao’s face matching his. “She was expensive, but damn, seeing this look on your face is worth it. Happy riding, kkamjong.”

Then the foreign prince ignored Jongin’s spluttering thanks and swept away to chat with Chanyeol, who  expressed his happiness at seeing his friend with loud hollering and a long lecture on the importance of curtains.

For Jongin, monotony ensued as the line slowly shortened, broken only by Sehun’s arrival, mainly because of an exicted, florid pink clad Luhan bouncing around shrieking “Happy birthday, kkamjonnnngg, happy birthdaaaaaAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!” His blank-faced cousin had given him a rare smile and a box containing an intricate carving before following his hyperactive slave away, who was still howling at the top of his lungs. After the gift-giving ended, the ball itself ensued, the many nobles either dancing  in the grand ballroom or perusing the refreshment tables. Jongin’s first dance was claimed by Lady Soojung, the rest of the evening spent largely in the company of attractive admirers. His birthday became a blur of happy chattering and swirling colors, and it was well after midnight that it finally ended. Slowly the guests trickled out like rainbow droplets of dew until the golden ballroom was left empty save the servants that scuttled to and fro to clean.

Joonmyun and Jongdae insisted on walking Jongin to his room, the former of which was yawning slightly and the latter of which was smirking gleefully. Normally Jongin would be wary, but after a few goblets of wine, his mind chose to dismiss it as trivial.

“Happy birthday, Jongin-ah,” Joonmyun said as they came to a stop in front of the youngest prince’s bedroom. He gave him hug, Jongdae joining in the embrace. "You finally become a man." 

“Yeah, happy birthday baby brother,” Jongdae cooed, pinching his cheeks.

“You guys are suffocating me,” Jongin protested, laughing as his elder brothers took that as a cue to squish him even harder.  They remained a tangle of princely limbs until the elders deemed Jongin sufficiently squashed.

“You better have fun tonight,” Jongdae said slyly as he and Joonmyun pulled away. “He’s quite a special little thing. Untouched, his seller said. And he’s all yours.”

“What are you talking about?” Jongin asked, eyebrows furrowing, his slightly wine-addled mind moving slower than usual. Jongdae just winked as he and Joonmyun opened the door and shoved him in, shutting the door just as quickly behind him.

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His room was lit by candles, the room immersed in a rosy glow. The grandfather clock in corner signaled it was a quarter past two. Jongin just shrugged at his elder brothers’ antics, wondering why they were acting the way they were, when he caught sight of the figure on the bed.

Oh. Suddenly it all made sense. They had gotten him a slave for his birthday.

The boy who sat on his bed was clothed in white, an opaque veil hiding his facial features away. Carefully, Jongin moved forward, sitting on the edge of the bed.  The boy turned his head at the feeling of the bed dipping, tilting his head in curiosity.

“I’m going to take this off, okay?” Jongin said, gently lifting the fabric from his head. The veil dropped to the floor silently.

Beautiful dark eyes stared back at him. They were large, giving the boy an innocent, almost child-like aura. His skin was pale, his hair black as night. His lips were heart-shaped and the color of pomegranate, and looked so sweet Jongin couldn’t help but lean in to steal a quick kiss. They were as soft as they looked, and with a quiet moan Jongin dragged his tongue across them, savoring the taste. The slave made a surprised noise as Jongin rubbed his tongue along his, his wide eyes growing even wider. The noise became a stifled moan as the prince languidly, his eyelashes fluttering.

“What’s your name?” Jongin asked as he pulled away, smiling at the flush on the boy’s face. The boy swallowed, eyes casting downward.

“Kyungsoo,” was the quiet answer, the words quickly swallowed up by another filthy, open-mouthed kiss.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kyungsoo,” Jongin whispered against the slide of their mouths, their hands tangling together. 

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A/N: Part one of three! I know this chapter was probably really, really boring, it was kind of the setting of the story? DX The next chapter shall include some *cough* mature scenes, so be warned! ;)  Also, sneaky YunJae mwahahahaha And also, just in case it wasn't clear, in this story, Kyungsoo and Minah love each other, but aren't in love with eachother. Capice? <- I've always wondered how to spell that omfg is that even right

...Yeah. This story is based loosely on the song "Temporary Bliss" by TheCab, which is where the story title and opening quotes come from. 

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...I'm done rambling? Please comment and sub if you guys like it? :3