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GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION.
Genre(s): soulmates!au / mentions college!au / fluff
Group(s): EXO
Pairing(s): Kim Junmyeon x reader
Summary: Soulmates have their first words marked on their body. Yours is Star Wars related
Warning(s): None except a whole lot of stuff that actually doesn’t matter
[Masterlist] [Moodboard]
A deep sigh escapes my lips as I scrub the tables clean from some sticky substance I don't even want to know while I eye the clock on the wall. Only half an hour left and then your shift for the week is done.
Don’t understand me wrong, I like being a waitress. Speaking with people, bringing smiles on their faces as I give them their order and whatnot. But I only took this job because I wanted to meet my soulmate as soon as possible.
Money isn’t a problem since we’re comfortable. I still live with my parents and that’s only a mere fifteen minutes away from campus and I like circling to it. Mom and dad still give me a monthly allowance but once you are a college student, you can never have enough money.
And I only work two days in the afternoon so no stress with overworking and not having enough time for my schoolwork, since school goes above everything.
The only clue I have to my soulmate is the two words ‘General Kenobi’ on my left collarbone. That’s how I became obsessed with Star Wars.
My parents also pressured me to find my soulmate as soon as possible. In the more upper ring of society, within the wealthy families, there is an auction every year where un-soulmated girls from the age of twenty-five will get auctioned off to the highest bidder to go on a date. Most of the time those dates resolve into arranged marriages, soulmates or not.
So since I just turned twenty-five one month ago and the auction is only two months away, my time’s almost running out. My parents want me to be happy so they support me whichever means how far I have to go.
The bell rings as a sign that the door’s opened and closed and a group of loud guys walk into the cafe, sliding into one of the booths.
I sigh once again and grab my notepad from the back pocket of my jeans. “Hello there”, I say with a tired smile.
Normally, I would get short orders or smiles back, so I don’t expect too much. Nothing more than a coffee order or something.
One guy looks up, into the distance with a noble sigh and clenches his hand into a fist before looking into my way. “General Kenobi”, he grins in mock evilness.
My breathing stops and I let the pen fall out of my hand, immediately shooting up to my collarbone. I quickly pick up my pen and turn around, excusing myself and rushing towards the counter.
“Please take table one for me?”, I ask Kyungsoo with a shaky hand on his shoulder before sliding under the counter, out of sight of the table.
He throws me a questionable table but still does it, taking the orders for the table and making them.
I still stay put behind the counter on the ground while grabbing my phone from my pocket, quickly texting my best friend to call me asap.
I suddenly feel a soft tap on the top of my head and I look up.
The Kenobi guy, my soulmate, looks at me with a concerned look as he’s leaning over the counter, almost upsidedown.
He has faded red, almost pink, swapped back hair with one lock styled in front of his forehead, almost flicked into a ‘j’. Kenobi guy has a pair of seethrough glasses on his nose, almost sliding off if it wasn’t for his slightly red ears.
A white shirt peeks out from under his dark blue sweater, which I now notice is a Star Wars one with porgs.
“Are you okay?” His tone is worried and I quickly hurry up my feet, almost knocking our head together if my soulmate wasn’t a quick thinker. “I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?”
I push my hair away from my face and laugh slight. “No, it’s just... I love your sweater.” I point towards it and he looks down, a blush spreading from his ears towards his cheeks.
“Oh... thanks.” My soulmate rolls up his sleeves and my eyes fall on the dark words carved into his skin. ‘Hello there’.
He follows my gaze and chuckles. “Oh yeah, that’s my mark. I haven’t found my soulmate yet so I made my mission to make sure their’s Star Wars related since I’m such a big fan.”
I lick my lips and pull my collar to the side, showing my soulmate my mark. “Guess I have to thank you for introducing me to my favourite fandom, soulmate.”
The guy looks at me surprised. “Oh... my God! I did it!”, he cheers loudly, making his friends sigh.
A chuckle leaves my lips. “I’m (Y/n).” I hold up my hand.
My soulmate takes my outstretched hand and shakes it. “Jumyeon, Kim Junmyeon.”
“Just adopt a porg already!”, yells one of his friends and we both burst out laughing.
This was your power. From a young age, you always found yourself attracted to light so it made sense that it was your power. You would always play in the rays of the sun and would even nap anywhere you found a warm beam. You had found it comforting. You had learned to love the light so much, you had become scared of the dark. Although you despised the dark, it helped you learn your power.
When you were young, you had always stayed inside when it was dark out. It controlled you, made you fear it. That is until one night, you sat in your lit room and looked outside. You didn't want to be scared of the dark, but you guessed that's what came with loving the light. As you looked outside, you began to see little lights. You rubbed your eyes, thinking it was from staring at the dark so long, but the little lights remained. They flitted about in the dark, wistfully playing in the dark. You were so entranced that you didn't hear your mother enter your room. She gently touched your shoulder, as not to startle you. She knew you were afraid but she always knew what to say to make you feel better. She told me whenever I was in a dark place, or when I was scared to make little lights like the fireflies. She held your hand in hers, turning your palm upwards. You focused real hard, making a tiny ball of light. It didn’t stay long, which caused you to frown. She giggled and told you to keep practicing. You did, in fact. Every night since then, you tried and tried to make little fireflies like the ones you had seen outside. And every night they got brighter, and you made more and more.
After a few months, you had a hundred little lights floating around your room. You squealed with excitement and bounded downstairs to show your parents. Halfway down the stairs, you heard your father talking to someone. You slowly descended down a few more stairs and saw your father at the front door. He was talking to a policeman. The officers eyes went to you causing your father to turn around. His face was red and he was crying. The officers left, door closing behind them, and your father went to you. He picked you up and took you to the living room. He began to tell you what the officers had said to him. You began to cry. She was…
Gone.
You jolted up in bed, sweating. You pushed your hair from your face and went to the bathroom to take a shower. That dream again. You only had it whenever you were stressed out. Which was often. You washed your body of the nightmare, lathering your body in your favorite body wash, taking in the comforting scent. You dried off and dressed in jeans, a pink shirt, and a long sleeved jacket. You grabbed your phone, wallet, and keys, put on your shoes and walked out your front door. It was 11 o’clock at night, passed the issued curfew, but you didn’t care. You needed to calm down.
A few blocks from your apartment was a park. You went there often to clear your head. As long as you didn’t get caught using your powers, you wouldn’t get caught. You walked to the lake in the middle of the park and sat down. You looked around for any sign of life, then turned your attention back to the lake. With your palm facing up, small balls of light formed in your hand and floated towards the lake. The balls multiplied and started to dance around the lake. Your hand swayed along with the balls, moving them to and fro with the music in your head. You started to grin, your fears and worries melting away.
"Hey, that's against the rules, ya know." You heard a man's voice behind you, making you jump. The lights you had on the lake disappeared, leaving you in the dark with this stranger. You couldn't see much of the man except he was in all black and had light grey hair. You stood up slowly, trying to not seem suspicious. If this was a cop, you were in trouble.
"Not sure what you mean. I was just looking at some fireflies." You turned slightly to look at the lake. "But it seems someone scared them off." The stranger chuckled, walking closer. You tried to back up but you risked falling in the lake. He looked in your eyes, raising his hand. You were ready to hit him when a light appeared between you from his hand.
"You and I both know that's not true." You could now see the man. Fair features, brown eyes, he was a beautiful man. But you weren't one to fall so easily. You knew that people with the same bond share a kind of connection. Not necessarily romantic, but they can be drawn to one another. You scoff at his cockiness and brush his shoulder walking passed. "Come on, where are you going?"
"I'm going home," you grumbled, walking away from the man to the park's main gate. I never should have come here. You heard his footsteps behind you.
"At least show me how you did that! I've never seen anyone do that." You stopped in your tracks. You turned around to look at the man, puzzled. Could he not do that?
You hesitantly walked towards him.
"Now why would I do that? I don't know you." He smirked which made you scoff, he was trying to be charming but it wasn't working. He put one hand behind his back and the other across his stomach, bowing deep.
"I apologize. My name is Byun Baekhyun. You can just call me yours." The man, Baekhyun, winked and stood up straight again. "What can I call you?" You were preparing snarky response in your mind when you heard men shouting.
"Hey! No one can be in the park after curfew!" You turned behind you to see three guards starting to run towards the two of you; and fast. Before you could even process what was happening, Baekhyun grabbed your hand.
"Don't just stand there," he yelled, pulling you towards the exit on the other side of the park. "Run!" The two of you ran towards the streets of the city, guards hot on your trail. They tried using their powers to slow you down. One even threw fireballs towards the two of you, to which you quickly ducked to avoid.
"I thought powers were illegal after curfew!?" you screamed, partly to Baekhyun but also out of disbelief of the cops.
"Cops don't really play by the rules either, honey," Baekhyun yelled, still pulling you along and dodging attacks. You two had to get away from the cops, but how? An idea popped into your head. You wanted to brighten the lights from the street lamps, hopefully blinding the guards. You told your plan to Baekhyun. He seemed nervous about it but agreed to try. The two of you focused on the lamps ahead of you. You could see the lamps getting brighter, but you also saw light emanating between your and Baekhyun's interlocked hands. You chose to ignore it for now, and focused on the lights. All of the street lamps got brighter and brighter, almost blinding even you two.
Baekhyun managed to pull you two into an alley, hiding behind a wall. You heard the calls of the guards when the lights dimmed down. They were still searching. Your heart was pounding, seeing their flashlights grow closer to the alley's opening. Your body sunk closer and closer to Baekhyun's, feeling his heart beat just as fast. You two were going to get caught; and you knew it.
Royal!AU - Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Byun Baekhyun - One shot (unless more is requested)
edit: more was requested so now I’m continuing the story! check out the links to the next chapter below
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Park Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol. Park-effing-Chanyeol.
You’d think after hearing that name so many times one would get tired of it.
But the world wasn’t.
And neither was I.
Baekhyun stood by the front palace gates with his hands on his hips, his finger tapping the spot where his gun was, patiently. The guards were all on high alert today since Prince Park Chanyeol himself was going to say a speech on the grand front steps of the palace.
The hollers of people had already started-even if the main guest of the event hadn’t appeared yet. Baekhyun could feel the anticipation and excitement in the air as the people around him chattered loudly. Baekhyun rolled his eyes when he saw a girl wearing a shirt that had a picture of Chanyeol on it-with a big heart shape around his head. The people loved Prince Chanyeol. They loved his demeanor. They loved his looks. They loved his charisma.
It was almost impossible to not love something about Prince Chanyeol.
There wasn’t one person that Baekhyun had met that didn’t like him and sometimes it triggered Baekhyun because he didn’t want to hear it.
“I can’t waittttt for Prince Chanyeol to come out!! EeeeEEEEEeeee!”
“Watch him come out and look soooooooo handsome!”
“Well-obviously.”
“PRINCE PARK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU!”
Baekhyun looked down at the girls standing before him in distaste before realizing that they all had started screaming. Baekhyun turned his head to see the large double doors of the palace open and Chanyeol step out. Chanyeol was wearing a jet black suit that made his tall muscular frame look elegant but masculine. His bright silver hair stood out against the darkness of his suit and if it hadn’t been for the dazzling reflective diamonds on the silver crown he wore-the crown would’ve merged with his hair.
Chanyeol smiled handsomely at the crowd before stepping up to the podium that had been set up for him at the top of the grand palace steps. Baekhyun recognized the two body guards, in their uniforms, flanking either side of Chanyeol, Sehun and Xiumin.
Chanyeol smoothed down the front of his jet black suit before adjusting the mic on the podium to his towering 6’1 frame. He just held out his hand and all the screaming and camera clicks stopped.
“Hello, citizens of ElyXion. I’m so happy to see so many of you gathered here today in front of my home.” He suddenly chuckled, before tilting his head. “I’m sorry-Did I just say my home? I meant our home. Because we are one, and ElyXion is ours!”
Baekhyun muttered, “Of course he said we are one.”
Baekhyun hadn’t realized that a girl beside him had overheard him. “Of course he did-It’s the country’s motto! It wouldn’t have been an ElyXion speech if he hadn’t.”
Baekhyun turned his head to look at the girl who had replied him, to see her smiling brightly as she looked passed him at Chanyeol with fondness in her eyes.
The crowd hollered and cheered. More people whistled and hooted while others stared with adoration in their eyes as they looked at Chanyeol. Chanyeol smiled widely-unleashing the strength that he didn’t know his shiny white smile held as the crowd began to cheer louder. Chanyeol scanned the crowd before holding out his hand once more, making everyone fall silent. Baekhyun mentally questioned how he did that.
“We have gathered here to celebrate something that I feel very-very-very honored to say,” He paused, his voice echoing through the speakers, “It is our country’s,” He paused again for effect, before yelling, “ELYXION’s 100th ANNIVERSERY!”
Sprays of confetti fell throughout the sky as fireworks sounded in the air. The color of the fireworks was gold and white-the colors of ElyXion. The hollers of the crowd were twice as wild as people yelled obnoxiously. Baekhyun stared in amazement at the different patterns of fireworks that exploded in the air, the gold and pearly white designs glimmering against the multicolored sky. The sunset was almost over, but the light pink and purple color of the sky made the fireworks all the more beautiful. The crowd was thrilled.
Baekhyun suddenly noticed that the crowd had fell silent and he turned his head to see that Chanyeol had held up his hand again.
“This is a very important moment for us. Our ancestors helped fight for this place. Help fight to build this place up brick by brick and make it ours. We fought for this place because we knew that we needed it. We knew that we wanted to make a new place. Raise our kids in a better society-an equal society that provides an equal opportunity for everyone. We are here-and alive-because those soldiers who fought 100 years ago in the Great War for us to be living the life that we are today! And you know what?” He paused, reaching his hand to grip the mic, tightly, “We’re not going to disappoint them-those soldiers, those people, My Great, Great Grandfather. We are not going to disappoint them. How? Because we-are-one and we are forever!”
The crowd went berserk as more fireworks exploded into the sky and gold and white confetti sprinkled the air once more. Baekhyun watched as Chanyeol removed the mic from the podium and yell, “MAY ELYXION REIGN FOREVER!” The crowd hollered and screamed in agreement. Even from the distance that Baekhyun stood, he could tell that the Prince was smiling. He could tell that the smile on Chanyeol’s face was truly real and the appreciation in his eyes for his people was absolutely captivating. The people started chanting. ELYXION! ELYXION! ELYXION!
Baekhyun saw Prince Chanyeol join in the chant as he beamed, while blowing kisses-it was as if he was trying to blow a kiss to as many people as he could. In the midst of everyone’s chanting Baekhyun noticed Xiumin, who had been standing beside Chanyeol the whole time, lean towards him and mutter something while pointing down at his watch. Chanyeol nodded, before raising his hand in the air to wave a goodbye. The people’s chants suddenly transformed from ELYXION! to PRINCE CHANYEOL! PRINCE CHANYEOL! PRINCE CHANYEOL!
Prince Chanyeol smiled widely, waving his goodbye to the crowd once more before turning around and walking back into the palace, his two guards followed closely behind. The palace doors closed and people continued to chant. Baekhyun watched as the front palace stairs became showered with roses that were thrown after Chanyeol’s presence. Baekhyun watched.
Baekhyun was weaving his way around people in the palace. The palace was especially full today, due to all of the events that were going on for Elyxion’s 100th anniversary. But now that it was night-the main event had come-Elyxion’s Annual Anniversary Ball.
It was held in the outdoor ballroom that was in the middle of the huge garden-the pathway to the ballroom was a great way to show off the variety of rare flowers and the incredibly landscaped garden that the palace had. Over hundreds of royals were invited from kingdoms all over the world to celebrate. The celebrations usually lasted for a week-which made it one of the busiest weeks in the palace.
Baekhyun felt a hand pat his shoulder and turned around to see Jongdae. Jongdae flashed him a smile, “Hey, man.”
Baekhyun grinned before continuing walking, “Hey.”
Jongdae raised a brow, right at his heels, “Are you heading towards the Garden Ballroom?”
Baekhyun nodded, “Yep.”
Jongdae matched his stride, “Same here.”
Baekhyun stopped and bowed before letting a group of ladies in extravagant dresses pass. One of the woman flushed as she looked at Baekhyun, she then turned to whisper something in the girl beside her ear. They both eyed him before smiling shyly as they passed. Baekhyun just looked away, uncaring, as he continued to walk down the hallway once they left.
Jongdae questioned, “Wasn’t that the Princess of Monaco?”
Baekhyun muttered, “I don’t know.”
Jongdae eyed him before squinting, “How the hell do you get girls that fast?”
Baekhyun grinned, glancing at him, “Maybe because I’m attractive?”
Jongdae looked Baekhyun up and down, “Where?”
Baekhyun chuckled, “Shut up.”
Jongdae teased, “It’s not like it matters to you-”
Baekhyun interrupted, smoothly, “It does matter, I’m bi. Remember?” Jongdae tended to forget sometimes.
Jongdae looked shocked for a second before sighing, “What I was going to say was that, it doesn’t matter to you because you weren’t looking for a relationship but I guess that works too.”
Baekhyun grinned as he looked over at him, “Whoops.”
Baekhyun nodded at the two guards that stood beside the doors, that led to the outdoor garden the palace. The guards nodded back at him and Jongdae before opening the double doors to let them pass. The boys stepped out into the luxurious garden that glittered under the moonlight and the sounds of the fireworks high in the dark night sky only made it better. Chen glanced in wonder as they passed a multicolored pastel rose. Baekhyun and Chen made their way along the pathway to the Ballroom. The music from the Ballroom wafted through the garden as they got closer.
Chen spoke hastily, while adjusting his tie, “I hate wearing ties.”
Baekhyun smiled a little, “You should get used to it now that you’re a guard.”
Chen continued complaining, “This is why I hate when formal events happen at the palace.”
Baekhyun patted his friend’s shoulder, “If you didn’t wear a suit you wouldn’t be able to blend in the party. We’re guards, we’re not supposed to stand out. We’re supposed to blend in, watch and protect.”
Chen grunted, eyeing him, “Ugh, you remind me of my Guard Training Coach.”
Baekhyun grinned, “That’s exactly why I said it.”
Baekhyun dropped his hand from Chen’s shoulder once they arrived in front of the gates of the spectacular glass cut ball room. Baekhyun nodded at the guards at the double doors before slipping inside with Chen. Despite the large size of the ball room-it was packed. Baekhyun looked around at the comfortable chatter that was going on throughout the ball room as celebrities and royals from different countries clinked their glasses and talked about how Balenciaga was sooo much better than Versace-not really, but you know what I mean.
The people around him looked phenomenal in some of their long trained dresses and outdone extravagant jewelry. While others looked simply stunning and elegant as they sat on the tables, chatting with each other joyfully with glasses of champagne in their hand.
Baekhyun loved the vibe of the Palace’s night parties. They were never as strict or formal as the day events-only unless the occasion was meant to be. But usually the night parties were always the best. Baekhyun looked up to see that some of the ceiling had been decorated with gold and pearly white paper origami doves that were hanging off the ceiling with imperceptible clear string. And he also noticed that most of the lights that were in the ballroom was coming from long lit candles that were placed at every table and the front and back of the ballroom. The whole view of the garden could be seen from the clear glass windows, which only made the ballroom more captivating.
“They really did outdo themselves with decorating this place.” Baekhyun muttered.
Jongdae tugged Baekhyun’s suit sleeve, “Man-look! That firework is a heart!”
Baekhyun turned his head and looked out the large ballroom glass walls to see-an indeed, gold & white heart shaped firework glittering in the sky.
Baekhyun looked over at Jongdae with a frown, “Have you never seen one before?”
Jongdae grinned at Baekhyun before shrugging, “I have. But I still like pointing it out.”
Baekhyun chuckled before rolling his eyes. “Whatever.”
Jongdae looked around curiously as they walked around the sidelines of the ballroom together. “You think he’s here?” Jongdae asked.
“Who?” Baekhyun said, distractedly-as his eyes had just found the dessert table.
“Prince Chanyeol.” Jongdae replied.
Baekhyun glanced around before mumbling, “He should be.”
Jongdae smiled, “Remember when he drunk at the last Anniversary party? When he got up on one of the tables and started singing Congratulation by Post Malone?”
Baekhyun shook his head. How could he forget? It had been the first time he’d ever touched Prince Chanyeol, since he had to help the other guards get him down. The Prince had gotten so drunk that he started jumping from table to table to get away from the guards. “Yes.” Baekhyun said in monotone.
Jongdae shook his head, chuckling as he remembered. “That was great.”
Baekhyun nodded dismissively before running his hand down the front of his suit. Baekhyun opened his mouth to speak but Jongdae suddenly asked, with genuine curiosity, “What’d you think about his speech?”
Baekhyun thought back to Chanyeol’s speech earlier today at the front of the palace-that had just happened hours ago but it felt longer. Baekhyun would be lying if he said that he didn’t get a little galvanized. Baekhyun shrugged, “Ah, yeah. It was good, I guess but anyone could’ve said it.”
Jongdae shook his head, “Did you see the way the crowd was cheering for him? I’m telling you that that man has a way with words.”
Baekhyun tilted his head, “Or a way with looks.”
Jongdae chuckled, nodding, “That too.” Then he added, with a small smile, “But I still want to meet him.”
Baekhyun looked over at Jongdae curiously, “Why?”
Jongdae shrugged, “I don’t know. I just…really want to see what he’s like. If he’s cocky or really just as charismatic as he puts himself off to the world.”
Baekhyun just rolled his eyes but didn’t admit the accuracy of Jongdae’s statement. Baekhyun had thought about that a lot, probably an unhealthy amount of times but after seeing the Prince so many times he just couldn’t help it.
Despite living in the same palace he still hadn’t had the opportunity to talk with the Prince yet. The closest he’d ever been to was when the head guard had ordered him to give Sehun a letter. And since Sehun is one of the Prince’s body guards he was always with the Prince, so when he had given Sehun the letter it had been directly in front of him. He could swear the Prince had been staring him down the whole time but couldn’t be sure since the whole memory was a blur.
Suddenly a man stepped beside them, the man had a deep rumbling voice. “Hello, guys.”
Baekhyun and Chen turned to see Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo was also a guard, but he had been the most competitive guard in their trainee class. He would always make sure his rank was first in both of the mental, emotional and physical classes they had taken-people say that he would stay up every night to practice or work out to make sure that no one beat him. No one was really friends with him, so no one knew what his story was. But whatever drove him paid off well because now he is the Head guard’s assistant.
Kyungsoo motioned with his chin towards the ball before slipping his hands into his suit pockets, “Do you think…” Kyungsoo questioned, with his deep voice as he looked the two of them in their eyes, “Do you think Sir Jamenson would like it if I told him that instead of keeping an eye on the guests of the party that you two were chatting like you were guests?”
Baekhyun wanted to punch the guy in the face for being so fucking annoying but just as Baekhyun had straightened up Jongdae patted Baekhyun’s shoulder, while chuckling lightly, “Ah-of course not.”
Kyungsoo smiled tightly, eyeing Jongdae’s hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder, “Why don’t you two separate yourselves to prevent this occurrence from happening again?” Kyungsoo’s tone held the authority of someone who would not take no for an answer.
That only triggered Baekhyun more. Jongdae squeezed Baekhyun’s shoulder tightly before releasing it, “I’ll see you later then, Baek.” Jongdae said, flatly, before walking away from the two of them.
Baekhyun turned his head slowly to look at Kyungsoo, who had a slight grin playing on those beautiful big lips of his.
Kyungsoo raised a brow, “Something wrong?”
Baekhyun tilted his head, before leaning his back against the wall in way that let his hips jut out slightly. Baekhyun reached his hand up, purposely slow, to play with his own tie. Baekhyun saw the way Kyungsoo’s eyes ran down his body and smiled inside of his head. The man is so gay, but he’ll never admit it.
Baekhyun grinned slightly before saying, in a rather velvety tone, “No, nothing.”
Kyungsoo blinked before clearing his throat, “Good.”
Baekhyun smiled a bit as he watched Kyungsoo turn around and disappear somewhere near the other end of the ballroom. He knew that he had made Kyungsoo uncomfortable, but he didn’t care. That was Baekhyun’s way of revenge for giving him and his friend’s hell.
Baekhyun sighed before looking around the ball. After a couple minutes of doing just that, he realized that his eyes kept returning to the dessert table and after a moment of debate he decided to fuck it and just get some cake. He knew it was highly not recommended for guards to eat anything during the parties that the palace held but he was super hungry-just craving for a slice of cake.
Baekhyun walked over to the dessert table, eyeing the variety of different desserts from different countries. He sighed in delight when his eyes landed on the huge layered cake that sat in the middle on a small bejeweled cake stand. He noticed that there had already been a couple slices taken out of it.
Baekhyun looked at the maid who stood by the cake with a small smile, “Can you just get me a slice of that cake, dear?”
The maid flushed before nodding.
“Nope, sorry, man. You can’t do that. That cake is only for me.” Someone from behind him casually said.
The maid froze and looked at something behind Baekhyun with wide eyes. Baekhyun turned around and to see Prince Chanyeol’s tall frame standing behind him. He had a smug grin on his lips as he stood with his hands in his suit pockets. Baekhyun noticed that his silver hair seemed more ruffled and that the top 3 buttons his jet black suit were left unbuttoned.
Baekhyun was saved from having to reply when Sehun appeared, looking ruggedly handsome as his hair had been slicked back with a couple strands hanging over his forehead. “Are you drunk?” Sehun asked, as he looked at the Prince with furrowed brows.
Prince Chanyeol rolled his eyes, “No.” he said, firmly.
Baekhyun didn’t notice that Xiumin was standing behind Chanyeol until he spoke. “He is.”
Chanyeol turned around and looked at Xiumin accusingly as he replied, “I’m not!”
Sehun and Xiumin shared a look and Prince Chanyeol frowned as he saw them both do so. “I want to go to the garden.” Chanyeol said, suddenly.
Xiumin and Sehun spoke at the same time, “I’ll go with you.”
Prince Chanyeol held up his hand as he shook his silver haired head, “Nope. Not with either of you.” He said, firmly.
Xiumin stated, “But you have to go with someone.”
Prince Chanyeol looked angered for a minute before his eyes landed on Baekhyun, “I’ll go with him then.” He motioned, “He’s a guard, isn’t he?”
Xiumin and Sehun both turned around. Sehun recognized Baekhyun immediately.
“Oh-hey, Baekhyun.” Sehun said, with a small smile as he patted Baekhyun’s shoulder.
Baekhyun blinked, “Hi.”
Xiumin replied, slowly, “Yes…he is.”
Chanyeol looked over at Xiumin, “Exactly. I’ll have him, so I don’t need either of you. You both are dismissed.”
Sehun leaned down and muttered in Baekhyun’s ear. “We’ll still be here in the ball room. Just contact us if he gives you any trouble.”
Baekhyun nodded at Sehun, with his eyes still planted on Chanyeol.
Xiumin shrugged with a small smile tugging the edge of his lips, “Whatever you say, Prince.”
Chanyeol shot him a look before walking out in the direction of the back exit. Just as Baekhyun moved to follow him he heard Xiumin call out, “Keep an eye on him!”
Baekhyun’s heart raced as he walked out of the back exit, his eyes scanning the garden. Chanyeol wasn’t that hard to find. A man with such height and silver hair-that was glowing due to the reflecting moonlight-was impossible to miss. His dark all-black suit made him look like a strikingly handsome dark knight. Chanyeol turned his head to look at Baekhyun, his dark eyes glittering with an emotion that Baekhyun couldn’t explain. Baekhyun stepped forward.
Prince Chanyeol tilted his head slightly, raising a brow, “Are you going to follow me or what?”
Baekhyun sauntered over to him, “You want me too?”
Prince Chanyeol shrugged as he started to walk, “I wouldn’t mind some new company.”
Baekhyun was silent as he walked beside Chanyeol, turning over that phrase in his mind. Baekhyun decided not to fully trust everything the Prince was saying due to fact that he might be slightly drunk.
Baekhyun looked up at his tall frame. “Would you now?”
Prince Chanyeol raked a hand through his silver hair before nodding, “Yeah. Sometimes I feel like Sehun and Xiumin are the only ones that get me, although they can be super fucking annoying sometimes.”
Baekhyun chuckled, “Ah.”
Chanyeol and Baekhyun walked down the moonlit garden pathway. The intricately landscaped garden and flowers left a pleasant scent hanging in the air as a light night breeze passed through every 5 minutes or so. Baekhyun felt at ease for some odd reason. It was an unexpected feeling for him to feel after anticipating meeting the Prince for so long.
Chanyeol stopped, and turned to look down at him, “You know-I’ve seen you before. In the halls-working-I know I’ve seen you.”
Baekhyun slipped his hands into his pockets, “Really?”
Chanyeol shrugged, “Yeah-well you’re hard to miss.”
Baekhyun furrowed his brows, surprised, “I’m hard to miss? If anyone’s hard to miss it’d be you.”
Chanyeol smiled slightly, “That’s because I’m the Prince-everyone has to notice me. But even without a label, people notice you.”
Baekhyun shook his head, his way black hair falling over his forehead in the process. “How can you say th-“
Chanyeol suddenly stopped, he looked down at Baekhyun intently. “Because I’ve seen it.”
Baekhyun looked up at him. Well this conversation took an interesting turn. Baekhyun raised his brows before chuckling, incredulously, “What?”
Chanyeol nodded, “Yeah-people around you become aware of you immediately. The maids, the guards and even the royals. You have a good name in this palace, and it’s not only because of your looks but it’s because people actually respect you.”
Baekhyun wanted to laugh unexpectedly, “Respect me?”
Chanyeol nodded, his eyes wide, “Yeah-what you did for maids by making that program that helps give poor people more opportunities by working in the palace-“
Baekhyun flushed, shaking his head dismissively, “Oh-that-that was nothing, besides it was mostly Jong-”
Chanyeol interrupted, “Yeah-Jongdae helped you put it into action but it was your idea, wasn’t it?”
Baekhyun was silent for a second, unsure of where this conversation was going.
Chanyeol shook his head, laughing dryly, “You don’t even realize your impact.”
Baekhyun looked up at him, furrowing his brows in confusion. “What are you trying to say?”
Chanyeol took a step towards him, “I’m trying to say that I envy you.”
Baekhyun was absolutely stunned-not only by his words but the closeness of how they were standing. All he needed to do was reach his hand out and grab ahold of Chanyeol’s collar and go on his tip toes-and he’d be sharing a kiss with Prince Chanyeol.
Baekhyun looked away-the intensity in Chanyeol’s chocolatey brown eyes was too much to bear. Baekhyun took a step back, he couldn’t think straight standing that close to Chanyeol.
Baekhyun scoffed-muttering, “What do you have to envy? I could never have as much charisma as you.”
Chanyeol chuckled, dryly before running a hand over his face, “Charisma? You think I have charisma? Well you should know now that it’s all fake. All my speeches are pre-written. All those charity programs that I’ve made were all someone else’s idea. All my smiles are fake and all people love me for is my face. Charismatic yeah?”
Baekhyun stood still in stunned silence. Baekhyun wasn’t sure what he was arguing for anymore.
“Fine.” He said, flatly but straight forwardly, “Maybe nothing you did is original but at least you still did it. Your charisma-or fake charisma-is still keeping the people together. And the people do respect you and it’s not just for your looks. I don’t know you well enough-but I’m sure there must be something...something that you have done on your own that makes you worthy of your title.”
Chanyeol shook his head, a small smile slowly spreading across his lips. “That’s the thing, Baekhyun. I haven’t.”
This was just a one shot I randomly created because I was feeling a little inspired when I saw that prompt post. I don’t really know what I expect to come out of this but I hope you guys enjoyed it!! edit: so I was requested to continue this-so i decided that I will make this into a full fledged fanfic so follow me to stay tuned for the rest of this story-thank you!
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The moment the two brothers walk into the room, they captivate everybody’s attention.
The brothers, the sun and moon embodied, are so different but so identical at the same time.
The eldest, Junmyeon, represents the moon. He’s calm and prefers to be alone, reading a good book. He’s level headed and a born leader. He’s a bit sceptical at times but loves a good laugh.
Sehun, the sun and the youngest brother, is bright. He loves throwing parties and just being around people in general. Even though he’s the youngest, he guides people and always sees the good in them.
The two brothers are opposites but bring balance to each other, to the world. They are their own yin and yang. Without one, the other would be lost.
And at last, as the personification of dusk and dawn, the princess and youngest sibling. You. You are a perfect combination of both brothers; fun and outgoing as Sehun, a lover of the arts and a real mediator like Junmyeon.
You always walk behind them, making sure that everybody pays attention to the two kings. Since they are the most important.
You are invisible to others. But not to one. The God of poetry and sky always sees you. How you brighten up the room when you walk in, how you show interest in everyone you meet, how well you compliment him.
