KOREA'S BLIND MOON

yi daehyun, 22, second prince of korea, the blind prince

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jungminhyuuk:

Perhaps taking liberties, through the professional relationship he was maybe supposed to maintain around the one he was supposed to protect. Now grounded, the older couldn’t help himself, through slow and sweet touches. Until finally, the tip of an index finger would lightly tap against Daehyun’s nose, as the Guard, himself, would crouch beside him. “Your gut is correct. What slips out of my mouth is adorable, thank you–you should feel honoured that you get to hear a brute speak those words. What’re you doing down here, anyway?”

Cheeks would become as red as the plump lips were --sign of the prince’s mood finally seeing better days than the ones he had to deal with lately, opening a sweet smile to that comforting figure always next to him and always delivering the best consolations ever with nothing but heartfelt touches. « I admit I prefer when  you call me ‘your prince’, though --ah, I just had an accident with a sudden door, I am fne I think... »

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lukasthorne:

“You can be sour, but I don’t understand why you’d want to be. You do know why Daejo is often unlikable, right?” Finally able to properly allow his dark hues to skip over the features of the otherworldly prince, silent form of adoration no less. “Maybe not the best option, but I don’t see anyone around, and you’re supposedly cold, which leaves the only logical option. Live on the wild side, baby boy.”

« I’m just mad because doors seems to spawn from everywhere in this palace-- » And here he goes --the face painting itself even redder at the last words of the guard, causing him to hide his heated cheeks behind his small palms. « D-don’t call me like that, people might listen-- » And that would bring even more problems for the two of them, of course. As much as he felt something deep for the guard and guidance, he wanted the other’s work not to be jeopardized.

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helvalencia:

helena was on her way to the common room, only a few steps from the door she saw a body lying on the floor, she ran up to said body and tilted her head down with an endearing smile on her lips. ❝ i suppose the carpet is softer choice of sleeping area than your bedroom, oppa? ❞

« It’s better than the floor itself. » Pout erupted in a small smile upon hearing the familiar voice of the Spanish princess, his small figure crossing arms right against his chest. « I should have memorized the pattern of the place by now, but doors keep spawning where I remember there were none, and I always end up smashing my face against them... »

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jungminhyuuk:

Could he fight back that gentle grin? The one that had so easily claimed his lips at the shrill noise of that squeak? Of course not. Forever a sucker for adorable gestures and reactions presented by the blind prince. Thus he’d bend down, to tangle slender fingers within the plentiful strands of hair atop the other’s head. “What does your gut tell you, dongsaeng?” 

And the head would follow those fingers grazing his scalp and tracing the line of soft, silver-tinted hair, a small smile melting the plump lips’ pout and faint peach coloring the slight amber hue of the prince’s complexion. It was a comforting touch, a sweet one even, almost symbol of how close Minhyuk was to his protege. « My guts say it’s Minhyuk-nim, the one who always lets a ‘dongsaeng’ slipping out of his mouth. »

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lukasthorne:

“Oh. We’re stooping down to that level, then, are we? Shame. I can only play with good boys; it’s in my programming.” Guard would pinch ever so lightly at that pouted lip, pulling it down to meet his chin, to protrude the innocence further, before releasing. Ever a game of teasing and playing, it seemed. “Sit up and lean against me, then. Unless you’d rather I lay on top of you. Fair warning–I’m pretty heavy.” 

« Can’t I be sour like a slice of lemon today? Is that a Daejo-only feature? » And the pout easily followed a whine, the figure of the prince almost following the touch of the other’s finger while propping himself to sit instead of just laying down. « I think we’re not in my chambers, so neither are the best option. I don’t want you to end up in troubles. »

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jungminhyuuk:

Perhaps the older was only slightly preoccupied by the sight. Perhaps if the prince could see the tongue that would run so delicately over his own lips at that visage, he would react appropriately. Though the Guard would only tap his boot against the side of the other, an attempt at lurching attention. “Wakey, wakey, my little Prince…” 

And it was sudden --that high pitched, adorable little squeak leaving pretty lips upon feeling something tapping against the curve of his hipline, forcing the figure to attempt at sitting, head turning around to look for the source of that contact and the voice following suit. « Minhyuk-nim? Was that you? »

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lukasthorne:

And while he could admit that he hadn’t expected to wander upon a floored blind prince, he couldn’t deny how adorable the sight was. Thus, crouched down beside him, the tip of an index finger would lightly press against the other’s lower lip. “Staging an intervention?” 

« The only intervention this might resemble as --it’s what Daejo would do instead of behaving. » And the slightly bitter prince would pout even more, ready to use the older brother as a scapegoat just like the latter pretty much has been doing with Daehyun himself for years. « It’s cold. »

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bad boy

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Here he is, the prince of the pouty kingdom, pouting while laying down on the floor because guess who slammed against a door and lost his balance? This cutie over here.

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hercig:

        ❛ it’s not bothersome. j-just make sure you get someone… who l-likes to read. ❜ he shrugged, thinking solemnly to himself, ❛ i’d offer, b-but i’m not.. the best at reading o-out loud. if y-you couldn’t already tell. ❜

« Uh? is it for the stutter? » And he’s so naively tilting his head, hands running through his hair. « So what? Like you said, you like to read --and I’m blind, yet I enjoy books just like everybody. It shouldn’t be stopping you from wanting to read out loud. »

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swcss:

                ❛ trust me, it doesn’t bother me at all. it feels a little bit too formal, if you ask. ❜ she clasped her hands together, ❛ you know, like, we’re friends, i’d say. to call your friends something like your highness would be weird. do you get me? ❜

« I will try my best not to use them around you --we’re a very formal country, in Korea, so we’re just used to be very formal even with family members ever since birth. Like I said, we don’t do that to sound stuck up, it’s just how we show respect to each other. » 

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kangshikai:

“Hm. When you’ve explored and memorised all of that, doesn’t it get a little tedious? As if you’d want to get out and just explore something a little new?” Call it gentle ignorance towards the other’s situation, or perhaps mere curiosity; having never interacted with one whom was lacking a sense before. “C’mon, then. Do you have a guide that’ll come with us? Ah, no matter, we’ll forget the guide regardless.” Spoken fluidly, as deft fingers gently caught onto the upper arm of the other Prince, gently tugging him to beckon to follow.

« It takes time for me to get used to a place, to its shapes and textures and temperatures. There’s always something I notice, one day after another --to me, even roaming around a bathroom i do not know can become an experience. » And he just chuckled, a slight shrug ensuing --the blind prince used to people not being able to understand how, well, being blind works. His figure started to walk upon prodding, cane tapping on the floor, brows quirking up. «  But wouldn’t it be safer? We could always ask for a guard-- »

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day 1233: uni is still a pain in the ass. and there’s no more skittles. i’m gonna scream

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swcss:

                 ❛ oh? that’s really interesting, actually! ❜ she clapped her hands and nodded, her smile warm, ❛ i wish we had something like that. i guess there’s nothing i can do about that, though. but you don’t have to refer to me as anything fancy you know. ❜ 

Cue Daehyun smiling softly at the princess’ voice, fixing a rebel strand of hair with a move of his hand. « Yes, showing respect to people no matter what’s their class and  provenience-- it’s something deeply rooted in our culture, but if it really doesn’t bother you or cause any problem, I will drop them when talking to you! »

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hercig:

         ❛ oh um.. n-not really. i mean, i like… historical f-fiction.. ❜ he thought, his words coming out slowly— processing the question. it wasn’t something he ever thought about— a favorite genre of book, despite reading quite often. ❛ n-not horror, though. i get t-too paranoid. ❜

« It sounds rather cool actually!! I would love to read some, unfortunately my audiobook choice is very limited, let alone braille,... but I always do my best to look for something I’m able to read. My younger brother says I should hire a maid to read for me, but I don’t want to bother people for such things. »

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lukasthorne:

It was such an unusual shift of occasion. From one, professional to a degree, under a set of rules that held his unable to pursue what he so desperately wanted. Hiding under a mask, under a title that was nothing more than the help, cast within sparkling walls and expensive taste. To now, completely unprofessional, out of his league, and chasing a dream that seemed all too good to be true. Or perhaps it was merely a trick, he’d disregard that thought, though. The Prince wasn’t a cruel one, not a wicked treacherous soul.

And so shielded by a door, sealed within four walls. So different to his own room, much more luxurious. To be expected, of course. That gentle breeze so soothing, the lightness of the air coming to ease. And the weight within his arms completely and utterly yearned for. He could only hope this wasn’t a one time thing, that this would continue to catch his breath and tighten his chest more.

Thus, when the other was so delicately laid, the Guard had shifted to relieve himself, pulling off black jacket to drop upon the floor, proceeding so eagerly to do the same with his shirt, abandoning it to leave him with upper skin. So exposed and yet so comfortable with the idea, he could only move to help the other out of his unbuttoned shirt, slipping it off and casting it aside. Lips pressing to the other’s so feverishly now, deepened to taste, to drink it all. A contrast, between the Prince’s purity, and the Guard’s pollution.  

Of one thing they were so sure --all rules were broken, torn apart, lit into fire and destroyed when they decided to let their feelings become the base for a love that wasn’t supposed to be there to begin with. There was nothing they could do if not dive further, there was nothing that could restore them to those times where everything was hidden --where Daehyun, maybe, wasn’t that much of a disappointment.

But for once, he didn’t want to care.

He wanted to care about Lukas being so cautious when assuring no one was going to disturb them --being so sweet and gentle when taking care personally of the removal of his clothing, so that more of the beautiful amber skin of the blind prince could be revealed. The room became suddenly a bit colder with the lack of fabric --Daehyun shuddering, the blind eyes a soft slit still matching with the peach of his darkening cheeks, and the glossy tone of that lower lip he’d end biting, alll in front of the other’s gaze he could feel piercing onto him like a wolf looming on his prey. Like one the other would dig into his lips and the sound leaving the prince’s lips would be muffled, almost muted, tnothing else to do but reciprocate it snd drown deeper and deeper into that staining pollution made with the guard’s love.

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lukasthorne:

It was such a sweet feeling, one he’d forgotten to past dismissed. That tending touch of fingers against sensitive skin, urging for more while content with its current appeal. Thus Lukas could only tilt his head, side of his face lightly touching the other’s, for that treating warmth, and the soft brush of skin against skin. 

It seemed so innocent, to have faces pass the two as they strolled, unawares through their faux act of wholesome closeness. Thus that familiar room came to view, ushering a gentle, “We’re close.” from the other. 

Moments, as brief as possible, had passed with leaden wings to bring the two before a wooden entrance. He’d shifted those large hands of his to securely hold the smaller Prince, while ensuring he could shift the handle to allow the two to enter the room. It was easy, as a now opened door was kicked shut when hidden within four walls. Thus leaving the Guard to delicately lay his partner upon the surface of the bed. 

He recognized all those small sounds --the soft breaths, the voices being low and nothing but a variation in a breathing pattern just like squeaky boots would hit the floor and his hair would frush under a light, fumbling touch. It was their play and they were playing their act knowingly, precisely, with everything broken by the sound of door being opened and closed just after his figure had to be shifted a little.

And he’d recognize his own room, no matter what. With the scent of vanilla, coconut and mint being soft but present within walls, clothing, bed; the familiar small chill given by a window that wasn’t really able to be completely closed and whose curtains wouldn’t conceal according to his chills, and the way his own bedsheet were delicate and silklike.

They were away. They were safe. And once again Daehyun was down, laying, a figure already on its way to be undressed and with a smile shining and giving Lukas that same, very own light someone like him couldn’t see --so pure and so gorgeous even in his evident disheveledness.