{kaisoo} royal (let me be your ruler)

May 27, 2014 21:49

Title: royal (let me be your ruler)

Pairing: kaisoo
Genre: FLUFF. TOO MUCH FLUFF. I CHOKED.
Rating: g
Word count: 4451w
Summary: In which Prince Jongin is determined to make Kyungsoo his princess and love rules
kingdoms.

a/n: this is for you, sha ♥

Jongin takes off straight after lunch. He runs as fast as his short and chubby legs can carry him,
racing against the wind as his red cape fans out behind him. His fringe parts in the middle and he
is starting to get a stitch from running right after his meal, but Jongin couldn’t care less.

He runs as quickly as he can, down the long hallway and the giant doors, and then nearly tumbles
down the stairs in his hurry to get to the courtyard. The grass is greener than he remembers it to
be and he squints under the glare of the sun, but the person he wants to see is there and Jongin
doesn’t stop running.

He overcomes his inertia in a flash and pulls to the halt the moment he reaches Kyungsoo, not
stopping to catch his breath before he’s throwing his arm around the other male and tackling him
to the ground. They both fall, but the patch of grass underneath them is soft and Kyungsoo is
giggling. Jongin winds his arms tight around Kyungsoo’s neck.

“You’re late today!”

“I had to wait for daddy,” Kyungsoo pouts, “Get off me, you’re fat!”

Jongin giggles before rolling off and they lay on their backs, face turned up to the sky. Now
Jongin tries to catch his breath, inhaling deeply before exhaling, feeling his tummy fill with
something warm and he knows it’s not related to the nice meal he just had. It’s just something
that happens around Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo gets up reluctantly when a distant “Kyungsoo!” drifts to their ears, and Jongin rolls
onto his side to watch Kyungsoo’s father approaching. He is a big man, tall with sturdy
shoulders, eyes almost as wide as Kyungsoo’s and pockets always full of treats for Jongin.
There’s no exception this time as he got down to his knees and lifted Jongin up by his armpits.

“Ah, our little prince,” he says, “How are you feeling today?”
“I woke up and mommy let me ride a baby pony!” Jongin rambles excitedly, short fingers
grabbing at the material of the older male’s robes. “Then I had lunch and waited for Kyungsoo,”
his lips formed a small pout, “He’s late today!”

“That’d be my fault,” Kyungsoo’s father says with a small laugh, steadying Jongin on the ground
before he lets go, reaching into his pockets. He pulls out a candy bar. “Is this enough for an
apology?”

Jongin snatches it over, unwrapping his treat in a flash. He stuffs the whole thing in his mouth,
bobbing his head in reply. He smiles wide, with his mouth closed, because after all, he’s the
prince.

“I missed Kyungsoo,” he says when he swallows his candy, “Can’t he stay in my room? It’s big
enough for us!”

“But I’ll miss him if he stays with you,” Kyungsoo’s father replies, imitating Jongin’s pout. It
looks ridiculous to Kyungsoo who laughs beside Jongin.

“You can stay here too! I’ll ask my daddy, there are many rooms here!”

Kyungsoo’s father merely ruffles his hair before he lets go and stands up, towering over Jongin.
The little prince has to cock his head back to look up at him, squinting uncomfortably because it
seems brighter up there.

“I’m going to go have tea with your father now,” he says, smiling fondly at the both of them,
“Behave, okay?”

“Yes daddy!” Kyungsoo chirps, waving him off before he tackles Jongin to the ground again.
They spend a few minutes wrestling playfully until Jongin is breathless again. His tummy is still
warm from the meal and Kyungsoo’s company, and he chooses to flop down and watch the
butterflies instead of chasing after them. Kyungsoo sits upright beside him, eyes twinkling.

“Soo Soo,” Jongin calls. He earns a frown from the other male because Kyungsoo absolutely
hates that nickname. He thinks it’s far too girly. “You’ll have to wear a long dress and wear a
crown.”

Kyungsoo frowns harder. “Why do I have to?” He whines, lightly kicking at Jongin’s side. “I’m
a boy!”

Jongin stares hard at Kyungsoo. He stares at his cute button nose, his big eyes, his long lashes,
and decides he still wants to marry him. “Daddy says I’ll have to marry a princess when I’m
older,” Jongin sighs, pausing halfway to yawn, “And princesses wear dresses and crowns.”

Kyungsoo doesn’t look very happy with that idea. He shakes his head.

“But I’m not a princess!” He says indignantly, voice rising. “Only girl can be princesses and I’m
a boy!”

“I know, I know,” Jongin tries to remain patient, “but you have to marry me so you’ll have to be
a princess.”

Kyungsoo huffs and crosses his arms. He refuses to look at Jongin. “I don’t want to marry you
then!”

Jongin feels his eyes moisten and he sniffs loudly. He tries hard to hold his tears back. “Mommy
said real boys don’t cry so I’m not going to cry,” he says in a shaky voice, “I’m not going to play
with you anymore.”

Kyungsoo huffs again. “And I’m not going to marry you!”

That’s the last blow. Jongin gets to his feet and runs towards the palace, tears rolling down his
cheeks in huge, fat drops. Fine, he won’t play with Kyungsoo anymore. He doesn’t stop running
until he’s in the safety of his room and he throws himself onto the bed, kicking wildly at nothing
and screaming until he’s done with his little tantrum. Then, very quietly, he gets off the bed and
creeps to his window. He crawls up onto the chair with great difficulty, mentally patting himself
when he conquers the great height of the big chair and peeks out.

He has a fine view of the courtyard and he spots Kyungsoo very easily. He’s running around
alone in the courtyard and Jongin watches for a moment more before he realizes Kyungsoo is
chasing butterflies. He sniffles again, wishing he could go down and chase butterflies with
Kyungsoo.

But Kyungsoo doesn’t want to marry him and be his princess, so Jongin decides he’ll never play
with him again.

Jongin falls sick the next day. His head feels heavy when he wakes up and his voice sounds
really funny, almost like how his cousin Sehun speaks. His mother enters his room with a tray
laden with bowls and Jongin groans when she sets it down on his bed.

“I don’t want porridge!” He grumbles, crossing his arms. “I hate it!”

She touches the back of her palm to his forehead, eyebrows knitted. “You’re running a fever,
Jongin.”

“It’s a broken heart,” Jongin explains, “It happens when someone is sad.”

His mother laughs. “Oh? How do you know?”

“Sehun told me! He told me to go away and leave him alone when I asked him to play with me
last week, and he said he had a broken heart. He was sad, mommy, so I couldn’t play with him.”
“And why are you suffering from a broken heart?” She asks, spreading her arms so Jongin can
climb into her embrace. He does so, and curls up with his head against her chest.

“Kyungsoo said he doesn’t want to marry me,” he says sadly, “He doesn’t want to be a princess.”

Jongin’s mother pats his back slowly, laughing again, and Jongin really likes the sound of it. He
brings his thumb up to his mouth and sucks - something he hasn’t done for a long time.

“I want to play with Kyungsoo, mama,” he whimpers, “But he made me sad.”

“Tell you what,” the Queen suggests, “I’ll let you eat lots of pudding if you get well soon, so
stop being sad and focus on getting well first, okay?”

Jongin still feels sad, but then he nods glumly at the tray in front of him. “I’ll eat my porridge
and get well.”

“Now there’s a good boy,” she says, giving him a big kiss on the forehead before she leaves the
room, her end of her long dresses trailing behind her. Jongin pouts for a while before he sighs
and decides to just eat his porridge.

Maybe Kyungsoo will come back and play with him if he gets well.

It’s still bright when Jongin wakes up from his nap. He sits up groggily. His head no longer hurts
as bad although his nose is starting to run, but he feels well enough to get out of bed and run
about. He doesn’t want to stay in bed all day long.

Jongin pushes open his door and steps out, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand after
looking around to make sure his mother isn’t there to see it. Sehun had returned home on
Monday and Jongin nearly cries when he realizes he doesn’t have anyone to play with. In the
end, he decides to head to the small forest.

His parents don’t like it when he goes there alone, but they aren’t here to catch him anyway and
Jongin runs as stealthily as he can out of the palace. He waves to the palace guard on his way.

“Daddy says I can go to my tree house!” Jongin lies. The palace guard bends down and smiles.

“Alright,” he says, and Jongin is off again.

His nose is all runny by the time he arrives at the forest and he wipes it with his sleeve
impatiently. Jongin trips over a rock, landing hard. His eyes well up with tears when he sees that
there’s a small cut on his knee and it really hurts, but then there’s no one around to hear him and
he decides it’s pointless to cry after all.
He manages to make his way to his tree-house and wiggles through the small door, leaning
heavily against the walls. Jongin calls it a tree-house although it’s not even built on a tree. He has
never been brave enough to climb a tree, but he wants more than anything to have a tree house
and the King had decided to have servants build him a small ‘tree-house’ right beside a tree.
Jongin thinks it’s just the same as a tree-house.

Kyungsoo comes here sometimes and they pretend to have tea and important discussions about
the country’s state affairs. Mostly, they just huddle together and talk about what they’re going to
be in the future. Jongin’s eyes fill with tears again, not because of the wound on his knee or the
trouble he’s going to get into later for leaving his bed when he’s sick, but because he really
wants to play with Kyungsoo again.

He starts to cry, small sobs turning into loud wails and then he’s crying his heart out. He’s so
loud he doesn’t hear rapidly approaching footsteps, and startles when someone knocks on the
walls of his tree-house. Jongin dries his tears quickly, embarrassed. He doesn’t want anyone to
see him like this because Kim Jongin is a big boy; he just has bad days sometimes.

He needn’t have worried or tried to dry his tears though, because familiar wide eyes are peeking
through the window and his heart does a tiny somersault.

“Why are you crying?” Kyungsoo asks. Only his face is visible.

“I’m not,” Jongin replies. He can’t possibly say it’s because he misses Kyungsoo.

“Daddy said you’re sick,” he continues, “Are you?”

Jongin nods, trying to look as pitiful as possible. “I’m sick.”

“He told me to come and cheer you up,” Kyungsoo drops his gaze, a faint pink dusting across his
cheeks. “Come outside, Jongin.”

The wound on his knee really doesn’t hurt anymore at the sight of Kyungsoo and Jongin gets
back up on his feet, eyes wide. He squeezes through the tiny opening of the tree-house again and
his jaw promptly drops when he takes in the sight in front of him.

Kyungsoo is wearing a pink dress that ends just slightly above his knees, his sleeves puffed with
shiny little beads sewn onto the edges. He’s carrying a red sling bag and Kyungsoo brings it to
the front so he can show the funny little face on it. To top it off, Kyungsoo is also wearing an
aluminum crown. Jongin has never seen anything redder than Kyungsoo’s face.

“So you’ll be my princess?” Jongin squeaks, cheeks brunching up in a big smile. He crawls back
into the tree-house for the shade, expecting Kyungsoo to follow, but he remains outside. He
looks at Jongin through the window.

“I asked mommy what people do when they’re married,” Kyungsoo says shyly.
“What do they do?” Jongin asks with genuine curiosity laced in his voice. Kyungsoo puts his
head through the gap of the window and beckons for Jongin to come closer. And then he kisses
his lips quickly before pulling away, covering his face. Jongin feels like his face is on fire.

“I’m going home,” Kyungsoo says in a rush, already turning away, “Daddy’s waiting for me. He
has to go somewhere today.”

Jongin doesn’t chase after him. His face is still on fire and there’s a funny feeling in the pits of
his stomach. It feels like there are wiggly little things trying to get out, and it takes Jongin a few
more years to learn that they’re called butterflies, something that happens automatically when
he’s around Kyungsoo.

He doesn’t forget the day Kyungsoo becomes his princess.

“Race you to the stream?”

Kyungsoo’s voice brings Jongin back to reality and he turns to him, blinking slowly before his
brain registers what Kyungsoo just said.

“Oh,” Jongin says, “sure!” His eyes glint. “You lost to me the last time.”

“I won’t lose again this time,” Kyungsoo laughs before sticking his tongue out at him. He
tightens his grip around the reins, bending forward so he can pat his horse’s thick mane. “Ready,
Starlight?”

Jongin snorts and bends forward as well, patting his horse. “Come on, Moonlight, I’ll reward you
well if you win.”

Kyungsoo’s smile is wide and contagious when Jongin turns to look at him again, and he sticks
his tongue out at Jongin again before he raises the reins and slams it back down, and Starlight
breaks into a gallop. Jongin copies his action and Moonlight is just as fast as Starlight. They race
side to side for a while, until Starlight falls behind and Jongin grins. He continues to urge
Moonlight to gallop as fast as possible, until Kyungsoo’s laughter is echoing behind him. Jongin
doesn’t stop until they reach the little clearing, hopping off his horse and landing steadily.

He pats Moonlight, rubbing his cheek against his favorite horse. “Good job,” he says happily.

Kyungsoo is still grinning when he and Starlight come into sight. Jongin smiles smugly at him.

“I’m good, right?”

“Incredible,” Kyungsoo says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He hops off Starlight. “I chose to let
you win, though. Can’t offend the prince now, can I?”
Kyungsoo doesn’t even flinch when Jongin comes close, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He
grabs the smaller male’s shoulders. In the end, he decides to pull the trump card.

“I love your height,” Jongin says, “You’re so short, Soo Soo.”

He didn’t expect Kyungsoo would punch his stomach but Jongin figured he probably deserved it
when Kyungsoo did, although it was worth it. It doesn’t hurt too badly and Jongin laughs after
Kyungsoo who’s walking towards the small stream. Their horses are drinking from the stream
and Kyungsoo squats down and dips his hands into the clear water.

“Are you mad?” Jongin asks, walking over to squat down beside Kyungsoo. He rests his cheek
on his knee, staring at Kyungsoo sideways. “I’m sorry.”

Kyungsoo doesn’t respond, and Jongin gets scared wondering for a second if Kyungsoo is really
mad - until the cool drops of water collide with his face. His first instinct is to shut his eyes, his
lips curling into a smile when he hears Kyungsoo laugh.

“I’m not angry,” Kyungsoo insists when Jongin reopens his eyes. “I may be short, but I’m
handsome.”

Jongin snorts loudly, falling back on his butt. He kicks off his boots and sinks his feet into the
stream, sighing happily.

“Deny that,” Kyungsoo challenges, poking at Jongin’s chest. “Tell me I’m not handsome.”

Jongin grabs his fingers quickly, before Kyungsoo has a chance to escape and holds them against
his own chest. He leans in again, not missing the way Kyungsoo bites down on his lower lip and
the way his eyes flicker to his lips for one half of a second. Truthfully, Jongin is just as nervous,
but he’s always been pretty good at hiding his feelings. He grins lopsidedly at Kyungsoo.

“You’re handsome,” he says, and Kyungsoo can’t look into his eyes anymore.

He takes a while to recover, and when he does, he pulls his fingers out of Jongin’s grip. “Of - of
course I am,” he sputters, “I know I am.”

Their horses are still standing side by side and Jongin decides this is where they’ll have their
picnic. It’s a lovely day. He gets up and walks barefooted to Moonlight, unlatching the small
pouch hanging onto the saddle and brings it back to Kyungsoo.

He empties the contents onto his laps. Kyungsoo reaches for the apple, his teeth sinking into the
sweetness of his favorite fruit. His eyes are shaped into silver crescents when he turns back to
Jongin.

“This is good,” he says, “It’s really sweet.”

There is another apple on Jongin’s laps and a small bag of cookies. He offers Kyungsoo one
cookie when the latter finishes his apple and they munch on their treats together, sitting together
by the stream. Jongin decides it’s time to get brave.

“Do you remember when I got sick after we quarreled, and you came over to my tree-house?”

“It’s not a tree-house. It’s a wooden house. I’ve been trying to tell you that since we were kids.
Tree-houses are built on trees, not beside them. There’s a big difference.”

Jongin ignores him very pointedly. “You showed up wearing a dress and a crown.”

A faint pink spreads across Kyungsoo’s cheeks. He looks down at his own clasped hands resting
on his laps.

“Yeah, it was embarrassing, don’t talk about it.”

“Well do you remember what you said to me then?” Jongin presses on. He slowly takes the apple
and bag of remaining cookies and sets them beside him.

Kyungsoo shakes his head, but the way he’s biting down on his lip has Jongin believing
otherwise.

“You said you’ll be my princess and marry me,” Jongin says with a small nervous laugh,
watching Kyungsoo’s face intently and carefully. “You even kissed me for the first time.”

Kyungsoo averts his eyes but he laughs nervously as well. “I did that? I can’t really remember.”

“I’m already sixteen,” Jongin says with a small sigh and Kyungsoo finally looks at him again.
“Dad says it’s time for him to start introducing suitable marriage partners to me.”

He knows he isn’t imagining it when he sees Kyungsoo’s face fall. His expression darkens
visibly.

“Oh,” Kyungsoo replies stiffly. “That’s nice?”

“You really think so?”

Kyungsoo nods. “It’d be nice for you to marry a pretty princess.”

“Is that what you really think?” Jongin asks again, leaning in until he can feel Kyungsoo’s breath
fan across his face. “That it’d be nice for me to marry a princess?”

Kyungsoo’s pupils are dilated but he nods again. “It’d be lovely,” he says weakly.

“Shut up, Do Kyungsoo, I know you well enough to know you’re lying.” Jongin lets his gaze
land on Kyungsoo’s lips. They’ve only gotten prettier over time, plump and pink and shaped into
a perfect heart-shape. “It’s been nine years; don’t make me wait any longer for a kiss.”
His eyes fall shut as their lips touch, and Jongin wonders if Kyungsoo felt the jolt of electricity
too. Kyungsoo kisses him back, sweetly and softly, clutching Jongin’s shoulders. Jongin lets his
arms sneak around Kyungsoo’s waist, pulling him closer so they can kiss properly.

Kyungsoo’s lips have the ability to suck all the oxygen from his lungs and Jongin is completely
breathless when he pulls away from Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo’s eyes are closed, his dark lashes long
and he is so incredibly beautiful, Jongin leans in to kiss him again.

His tongue sneaks in when Kyungsoo’s lips part and Jongin makes sure to run his tongue along
the neat rows of his teeth before he tastes Kyungsoo’s tongue. He can still taste the sweetness of
the apple on the tip of his tongue and Jongin smiles into the kiss.

He may be the prince, but with Kyungsoo he’s just Jongin, the little boy who sometimes cried
because he was afraid of the dark and enjoyed chasing butterflies around the courtyard.

Jongin nods briefly at Minseok who bows, and knocks on the door thrice before he opens it. He
doesn’t let go of Kyungsoo’s hand, turning around to offer him a smile before pulling him into
the room. The door shuts behind him.

His father is having tea with Kyungsoo’s father, and they both notice Jongin and Kyungsoo’s
clasped hands immediately. The King raises an eyebrow at him.

“I asked him to marry me nine years ago,” Jongin starts, his voice coming out strong and steady
despite himself. “And nothing has changed. I still wish to marry Kyungsoo.”

The King exchanges looks with Kyungsoo’s father.

“Jongin - “

“I don’t want anyone else but him, father,” Jongin lowers his head. Kyungsoo squeezes his hand
gently. “I love Kyungsoo, I have loved him all my life and I’m definite there isn’t anybody I
want. I know I’m fickle-minded but I’ve never been so sure of anything.”

Honestly, Jongin knows his father isn’t going to reject him. He adores Kyungsoo, he treats him
like his own son but he’s still nervous. The sight of his father’s smiling face when he looks up
does much to calm him down.

“Son, I was wondering when you’d man up.”

“What?”

The King laughed heartily. “You think we don’t know anything?”

Jongin glanced at Kyungsoo who looked just as confused. The King just shook his head.

“Go away, the both of you, I’m having a really important discussion with Kyungsoo’s dad.”

Jongin continues to stare at his father, mouth agape. His father sighs deeply.

“Jongin, if you don’t leave, I’m going to get the guards to kick you out.”

Kyungsoo squeezes his hand again and leads him out of the room, and Jongin only regains his
senses when they’re outside. He stares at Kyungsoo.

“Wow, that was easy.”

“I can’t have kids,” Kyungsoo says with a blush. It doesn’t matter they’re standing right outside
the King’s room and Minseok is looking at them, Jongin laughs and pulls Kyungsoo into his
arms. He buries his face in his hair, inhaling his sweet scent.

“We’ll adopt as many as we want.”

“Are you sure you want to get married now? We’re only sixteen.”

Jongin lets him go so he can hold his shoulders. He gazes into Kyungsoo’s eyes. “I meant it
when I said I’ve never been surer of anything. Kyungsoo, you are my North, my South, my East
and my West. You are my Sun, my Moon, my stars, and my whole universe. I want to marry
you. I love you.”

Kyungsoo smiles that dazzling smile of his and Jongin hugs him again.

“I’ve been with you all my life anyway,” he says, “I’m pretty sure I would have gotten sick of
your face already if I was ever going to.”

“You idiot,” Kyungsoo mumbles, his voice muffled and Jongin laughs.

“I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you, for you, and it’s tradition for the prince to
marry the princess isn’t it?”

“I’m not going to wear a dress!”

Jongin kisses his forehead. “I’ll be your Knight, your Prince, be anything you want me to be, Soo
Soo.”

Kyungsoo tilts his head back and is just about to reply him when Minseok clears his throat. They
had almost forgotten he was there.

“This is sweet and you guys are really sweet together,” he says loudly, “but I’m starting to feel
really lonely watching you guys behave like that so…”
Jongin laughs, playfully shooting at Minseok with an imaginary bow and arrow before he takes
Kyungsoo’s hand and leads him down the hallway until they’re standing in Jongin’s room.

“I can’t believe this,” Kyungsoo says breathily, “I was still wondering if you felt the same about
me this morning when I woke up and now we’re going to get married.”

“I’ve always made it pretty clear I love you,” Jongin raises his eyebrows at him, arms still
wrapped around Kyungsoo’s torso. “You mean you haven’t picked up any of my hints?”

“You did?”

Jongin rolls his eyes. “At age thirteen I showed up at your birthday party and gave you one of my
favorite horses. I made us give our horses matching names. At age fourteen I ran away from the
palace after a fight with my parents and showed up at your doorstep, and I kissed your cheek
before we fell asleep. At age fifteen I went to your house at dawn to give you a bouquet of
flowers to brighten your day. You’re trying to tell me I wasn’t the most obvious person alive?”

“I thought - I thought you just saw me as your best friend…”

“Kyungsoo!” Jongin says exasperatedly. “I always look at you like I want to kiss you, haven’t
you noticed that at all?”

Kyungsoo flushes a bright red. “It’s not like you don’t know how dense I can be!”

Jongin just laughs and lead him to his bed. They fall together, Jongin still holding Kyungsoo in
his arms.

“Let’s not get married yet, Jongin,” Kyungsoo suddenly says, “I’m pretty sure I want to spend
the rest of my life with you too, but we’re only sixteen and I don’t want to get married yet.
Honestly, it scares me, and I know you have to get married soon because you’re royalty, but let’s
push it back as much as we can, okay?”

“I’m fine with that,” Jongin says, “I just want to be with you.”

Kyungsoo leans up and shyly pecks the tip of his nose. “Thank you,” he says sincerely, and
Jongin can’t help pulling him in for a long kiss that will leave the both of them breathless again.
He’ll do that all day. After all, Jongin is the prince, and he gets to do whatever he wants.

The only thing he wants to do is Do Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo laughs when he tells him that and Jongin can only gaze fondly at him, knowing he’ll
never want anybody else so much.

It has got to be Kyungsoo.