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hello lovelies! here is another sehun scenario for my sweet lily because she's a sugar sweetheart and i like her very much! dear lily, i hope you like it a lot, much love /kisses and cookies

Hangover (EXO's Sehun Au!Kingdom)

You gasped, bringing a hand to your pressurized chest when Yoojin, your personal maid, pulled the strings of your white corset harder, tighter. Such dresses were unpleasant and painful to wear, you knew you were going to have trouble breathing as well as chest strain. However, as you ran your digits over the fabric, humming in happiness, you knew you would bear any ach in your body.

You were offered it as a present by your father, an alluring peach-colored dress with a white under-gown, both made of silk, the dress embroidered of gold seams. It was a marvelous piece of clothing you had specifically decided to wear for the Queen's birthday reception. "Do you think he will like it?" 

Your voice came out as a whisper, - as if it was a prohibited secret - with a shaky voice, indecisive. You wish he will. Wearing make-up, tight dresses were compulsory by an invisible social law, dictated by high classes' habits. But you, daughter of the King's bestfriend, made yourself alluring mostly for him, the Prince. Your cheeks heat up as you thought of him. 

Yoojin chuckled lightly, shaking his head as she chuckled. "Of course, he will. " She smiled at you, you smiled back faintly, nervosity invaed your body. 

    The ballroom was adorned with expensive ornaments: dinner tables were covered with burgundy tableclothes, white candles lightened the area while other gold items were spread across tables. You stood up next to your father, who was conversing with an old friend of his, you faked an interest in this conversation but your mind focused on the ballroom, eyeing the Prince's awaiting appearance. The room grew quiet as the royal family entered, smiles upon everyone's face, including Sehun, the Prince.

You were smiling too, anxiety running through your body, you fixed your dress until his gaze fixed on you and he smirked, heading toward you. He greeted your father with a polite, calm voice as his mentor - your father's well-known sword skills had him hired by the Royal family as a teacher many years before your birth -, chatting a bit before offering you his arms. "My lady," He started with his mellow voice you cherished. "Let's have a walk," He added.

He guided you outside - a hand of yours securely wrapped around his sineway arm - to a small patio, brigthened by narrow candles in crystal containers and the early evening light, creating a fuzzy halo around his blond head. He grabbed your hand in his hand to make you face him. "Let me see how attractive you are, " He expressed with a soft voice, full of concern while his eyes shone with love. You grinned, laughed airily as he made you twirl around, your dress flying around you. 

He brought your body adjacent to yours, leaving kisses on your nose and cheeks. He nuzzled his nose with yours, you giggle at the nice feeling. You reached his face hesitantly, stroked his cheeks and he purred when you let your fingers caress his skin. You then rested your face against his large chest, while he played with your fingers, bringing them to his lips occasionally. " Do you like it?" You asked, earning a confused sound in return. You burried your head deeper in his chest, reiterated your question. "Do you like my dress?" 

"It's lovely," He replied with confidence. "Like you, my dear" He added, fully kissing your lips. 

The dinner thrown for the Queen's birthday was delectable, scrumptious dishes made of scarce food. Your father's glass never seemed to be empty, much to your embarassment when he started telling old stories of your childhood - making Sehun smirk at you - because your father wasn't the only one. Sehun's cup was regularly filled with red wine, cheeks glowing with a tiny shade of red. 

Both of your father and Sehun were engorged while you conversed with a Duck. A boisterous laugh echoed in the ballroom, coming from your father and you knew he had to stop. You excused yourself from the Duck, walked towards your father. " Father, I think you should sleep, Mother won't be - " You started saying with a sweet voice, hoping it would make your father be less stubborn.

"Oh, my dear!" Your father yelled, hooking an arm around your waist. "Aren't you beautiful? My Prince, isn't she beautiful?!" 

Sehun tripped over you, his glass dangerously hovering above you as he examined your face. He nodded at your father with strength, but as he did so, wine spilled on your new acquisition - your dress -, a wide spot of red covered your peach-colored dress. Your eyes grew bigger, but you could only frown at the mess your lover made. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you looked at your stained dress. You looked up, faked a smile. " I'll be heading up first then, Father. " The next day, you sat on your bed, you muttered, your dress in hands. It was an accident, something pointless to be mad about, you couldn't remove this irritation. 'It's just a dress' you repeated to yourself, you perfectly knew how silly of you it was to be annoyed for such a reason. 

Yoojin patted your back to smooth you. " Your father definitely will order a new one. " You cave in her remark, but scowled. " The Prince already sent this for you, " said Yoojin, standing up to hand you a small box, locked by a pink silk ribbon, a tiny letter attached to it.

I'm sorry, S.

You didn't mean to be so selfish when your first reaction was to throw away the beautiful diamonds earrings. "Why can't he apologize by himself, instead of giving gifts?" You questionned, turning your back to Yoojin, who was smiling. 

"Actually, he wants the two of you to have lunch. " Yoojin said, a hint of excitation in her voice, almost squealing. You fought back a smile, but quickly pulled a severe face. 

"Fine. "

  He wasn't anxious, no, concerned really. No, of course, why would be he be anxious? No, it's not like he spilled wine on your new dress - he almost drooled at the memory of you in this dress, oh so delightful - but no really, Sehun, anxious? No.

Not at all.

He tapped his foot against the floor, biting his lips, every step he could hear made him jumpy, standing up suddenly only to discover a maid, bringing flowers, or anything. He almost banged his head when another maid came into his view but not you. He growned, put his head on the table, closing his eyes, counting seconds, minutes.

You suppressed a chuckle at this sight - him, head facing the table, mumbling with his eyes closed -, steadied yourself, walked up to him and sat next to him, face unreadable. " Hangover? " You inquired, an eyebrow raised in curiosty - you had to admit you could only mock his state - but a hint of fun in your voice.

He abruptly shot up, licking his lip, ran a hand on his face until he faced you. "Good morning, " He said, you could hear a nuance of his morning voice - raspy, dry, probably because of his hangover - as well as insecurity. You almost smirked proudly because he knew you were mad. Oh Sehun doesn't easily lose his temper, you learned ,after many years by his side, that he likes being confident, in control. However, Oh Sehun was also a shy man, and you used this to your advantage several times - including today - to play with him. 

Maiden brought dishes, you curiously watched a different, uncommon presentation of your food. The food was delicious, Sehun asked how your sleeping time, wary of your every movements. You loved the most when he was like, humble, sheepish, totally cute and loveable - not that he wasn't loveable when he was cocky - because he showed his deepest feelings to you. It was only when he asked about the food that your eyes grew wide.

" You cooked?! " You asked, surprised. He nodded softly, his eyes averting your eyes in embarrassment. Now you could tell why it looks different, he cooked. Not only did he cook, he cooked your favorite dishes. You brought a shaky hand to your lips, dazed. 

He stood up swiftly, knelt in front of you, his eyes filled with worry. " Was it that bad? " He muttered, eyebrows crossed and you swore he cursed at himself - what an idiot, you faintly heard. You shook your head, arms reaching his neck, leaving a kiss on his cheeks. 

He contemplate you, disarray in his eyes. "That's the sweetness thing you could offer me, my Prince, " You said, lips lingering on his cheeks. His arms encircled aroud your waist, he spinned you around, both of your laughes resonnating in the room. You ran a hand in your soft hair, while he closed his eyes to appreciate the moment. " I don't want to jewels my Prince, I just want your love. " You added, as his lips sealed with yours.

" Does this mean I'm forgiven? " He asked, a cocky smirk on his face. You pinched his arms, making him whine. 

omo, thanks! 

I like to always be there for someone if they need me.

I have a cute smile.

I love the way i dress.

I have flawless music taste

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