A Completed King

"A prince never lacks legitimate reasons to break his promises." Son DongWoon - Dragon Bastard son of the King Dragon of the East and Protector of the Mount Penglai. Narcissistic by conviction, generous by choice. You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too. ϟ - ϟ - ϟ

[nawenjalo]

[dongwoonxking]

I Believe In A Thing Called Love

Kissing Kibum had always been addictive. His pouty lips always had of the exact shade of pink that made DongWoon's insides stir with a rush of desire and protectiveness. More often than not he would find himself thinking how beautiful he was: his laugh, when loud, lit up his entire face; Kibum would throw his head back, and DongWoon would be torn between laughing with him and covering his throat with hungry kisses. When Kibum smiled, softly and tenderly, DongWoon would bask in its warmth and the deep sense of joy it brought to his heart. Kibum would do anything and it would move something inside him without fail. Kibum could start a kiss and DongWoon's heart would inevitably skip a beat.

While Kibum made himself comfy on DongWoon's lap, they kept moving together, lips pressing against each other as DongWoon expertly parted his lips and explored his mouth. He slipped both hands under Kibum's shirt and stroked the ever-so-soft skin underneath. His fingers ran over his back, finding their way to Kibum’s beautifully curved spine and they sank in the delicious dip they found. The moan that came out of those pretty, pretty lips was going to be his undoing, he reflected for a moment as he kissed down Kibum's jawline.

"Marry me", he muttered against his earlobe.

Kibum became stiff for a moment. All DongWoon could hear was his ragged breath. His hands instinctively clench a tad more on his waist. This wasn't the first time he had asked this, and all the times before had ended up with Kibum telling him he still couldn't give him an answer.

But back then DongWoon hadn't known that Kibum couldn't give him an answer because he had his doubts about the red string of fate that had joined them together before they were born. Now he knew, and he also knew how to vanish those doubts.

"I know you need us to marry so the joining of both of our species can be finalized… you'll soon go to war and you need to gather an army… but… can't we wait a little more?", Kibum asked. "My whole life… everything has changed and I still don't know if– if I–"

DongWoon didn't let him finish the thought. He brushed his cheek with the back of his hand and let his gaze find Kibum's gorgeous eyes. Kibum has the starlight in his eyes, he thought.

"Do you love me?", he asked Kibum, and even though his gaze didn't waver, his heart clenched painfully at the possibility of finding doubt or rejection in the other's expression.

But Kibum perked up in distress.

"Of course I love you! How can that be a question?!"

DongWoon believed in the ferocity Kibum put into his words and in how his hands seemed to move on their own accord, grabbing his shirt between his fingers and clasp it hard. So he smiled and continued to stroke Kibum's cheeks with both hands.

"Wait a minute–" Kibum mumbled when he spotted the grin in DongWoon's lips. "You don’t need me to gather an army… you aren't asking because there's a war coming, you are so easy right now because– you don't need the numbers.."

"Nope", DongWoon answered, smiling confidently as he leaned against his chair, his hands now loose on Kibum's waist.

Kibum got up and shook his head a couple of times, his expression becoming troubled. DongWoon continued to look at him in silence for a whole minute before he pushed himself up and stood in front of Kibum, taking his hands in his and leaning against the border of the desk.

"Then why the rush?" Kibum asked in a low voice, his gaze down. "DongWoon I mean it, if you don’t really need me to bring them together, then why do you want us to be married? Even more, why so soon?"

Swinging their hands, his fingers found a way to lace between Kibum’s and as he looked up a him, he had to swallow a dry lump.

"Because I love you", he declared, his golden eyes punctuating his words with their intensity. "You are amazing and I know I am not the only one who has noticed. Everywhere you go, everyone you meet, you are sweet, funny..", he chortled, fingers squeezing Kibum’s, "devastatingly handsome with that cute little nose of yours.." DongWoon’s gaze became glassy with emotion. "How can anyone not fall in love with you?"

First point made, DongWoon thought with nervous amusement that was soon soothed by the sight of a blush creeping its way up of the side of Kibum's neck.

"i know you have doubts about what we feel for each other. If they are yours or something Drahôn left in you. But long before we became who we are, I woke up each day first because I wanted to make sure you were okay. What I wanted to see first in the morning was your face. You really don't know how beautiful you are when you sleep and the sunlight caresses your face. It took my breath away, and I was a teenager. Believe me when I say that you didn't only awake certain parts of my anatomy, but also something deeper I had never thought of before."

Point two made, DongWoon thought briefly as his hands squeezed Kibum's hands in his.

"I know everything that is important to know about you and I want to wake up with an arm around your waist to draw you close to me. I want to be the one who gets to see you vulnerable and breathtaking. I want to be there when you see something beautiful, something that makes your eyes light up. I want to make you happy and be there to wipe away the tears, the confusion and the sadness. I want to give you everything I am, and I have no reasons to want to offer you all I can give you aside from me being irrevocably in love with you."

Kibum was tearing up and his nose was getting slightly red. DongWoon lost his trail of thought because Kibum yet again made his heart stumble over itself.

"Fate helped me to find you, but it isn't making me love you. How can I be forced to do something I found myself doing without realizing what it was?", he chuckled.

Slowly, he moved his arms around Kibum's slender frame and brought him against his chest, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek and burying his nose in his neck.

"You are my Daisy, my day's eye."

Kibum chortled and let his arms drape around the taller man's neck. DongWoon's heart raced with the gesture and left another kiss on Kibum's ear.

"I looked for your eyes for a long time", Kibum murmured, and that was more than he could have asked for.

Smiling, he pulled him closer to his body and gradually his lips found their way to Kibum's forehead. His hands moved around his back, up to his shoulder blades and then down to the small of his back, bringing him close as he placed series of tiny kisses along his brow. To his surprise, Kibum then tilted his head up to meet him, and DongWoon's lips planted another kiss this time on his mouth. Kibum's fingers deftly pulled at his shirt and undid the series of buttons as DongWoon's hands slid up under his shirt. Soon their fingers ran down their arms, over their chests and waist, their mouths connected and hot as their bodies buzzed with heat and need. DongWoon couldn't let go of Kibum, and pressing his hands against the back of Kibum's delicious thighs, he brought him up, and Kibum's legs had coiled around his waist, not letting go even after DongWoon had settled him on his desk.

Blood and something he couldn't name rushed through his veins and his heart stuttered as he saw Kibum looking at him through half-lidded eyes. His lips were parted and he's panting slightly as he pushed his hips up. DongWoon was breathing heavily and fast as his hands unzipped Kibum's jeans, his eyes were completely focused into memorizing the way Kibum's eyes would drift shut as pleasure overtook him, how the blush in his cheeks spread fast along his chest and ears, how shinny and swollen his lips looked as he pressed hard against DongWoon’s hand, and the noises he pulled out with each touch. There wasn't anything he didn't want to treasure and etch to his mind. 

DongWoon's eyes fixed on his mouth, loose and wet, and he leaned into his space, less than an inch away so he could breathe him in before he closed the remaining distance. DongWoon kissed him fully, pressing his tongue deep into Kibum’s mouth, thrilled when his tongue pushed back and tangled hotly with his own.

That night DongWoon knew Kibum had surrendered himself, that no doubts clouded his mind any more, that he was loving him with all he had, unrestricted and madly, and DongWoon held him with all his force. The sun came up and its first rays reflected on his pale skin. DongWoon captured them and held them close to his heart, the place where Kibum had always been, where he would always remain.

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[hoshiyoung]

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[minjaxxi]

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[archived-almightykeyblueblood]

He doesn’t expect the firm, yet gentle hold and even less the direct words that DongWoon pronounces with a soft voice. His reassuring smile does something to him and he can’t help but return it, chortling some. Kibum puts his hand over the other’s, and as he continues to listen, he feels the need of lowering his gaze to the ground, but DongWoon doesn’t let him and with this he recovers his strength to hold on and face what has been troubling him for so long.

"Why did I forget how to distinguish between what I want and what I need?", he asks in a soft voice, his eyes watering a little. "Why aren’t the two of them the same? I… I don’t want to be a disappointment, and I’ve tried to be better, to get used to things… but it gets harder and harder…"

While DongWoon’s touch keeps feeling familiar and safe, Kibum still can’t let go of the nagging voice inside him telling him that this is wrong. That he should be strong on his own, without needing reassurance from others, that he should have a conviction and stick to it with all he has.

"If I say no to all of this", he begins quietly, dropping his gaze down, "if I don’t do what is expected of me, Drahôn’s effort will have been in vain. And I can’t turn down all of this just because I’m weak. If I’m not able to sacrifice some things, how will I protect anything?"

[dongwoonxking]

"Kibum, I don't think you have forgotten it", DongWoon mumbles as his thumb keeps stroking the smooth skin of his cheek. "You are avoiding looking at what you need", his hand lowers until he can cup the younger's nape. DongWoon caresses the smalls hairs of his nape as he presses a kiss to his forehead when Kibum can't keep speaking.

"Drahôn wanted to give you a life not because he wanted you to become him. I don't have the honor of knowing all your family yet, but if Niomh is how you say he is, none of them want you to continue with what got cut long ago, Kibum", he pauses, pulling back to search for his eyes and find the way to convey his reasoning. "You don't have to become someone you are not. You are getting lost like that because it's not you. Even if you become a prince, that doesn't give you the chance to turn into what Drahôn would have been if he was alive."

It's hard to let go of this warmth and DongWoon's hands hesitate as they lower to take Kibum's and if his heart skips a beat as he looks at him, he doesn't dwell too much time on it.

"You have to think about yourself too, Kibum, nobody can blame you for that, you hear me?", he voices with the same firmness, his eyes locked with Kibum's, "You don't have to be a Watcher to help people. And you are never, ever alone. You have your friends and me, and we don't expect more from you aside from seeing you happy with your choices. So please do just that."

[prncediana]

All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.

[archived-almightykeyblueblood]

"Does that mean that your whole family is out there?!", he almost screams, eyes widening even more as he covers his half-open mouth. "Aigo, they said there would be important beings around but kings?! No way, I can’t do this", he stammers, cracking his knuckles as he steps back. "You are kidding, right? Tell me you are kidding, pleaaaase"

Sighing heavily, he turns around and walks towards the nearest wall, leaning his forehead against it. “Niomh, my brother, well, actually Drahôn’s brother, came to see me a few months ago. He said that he wanted to take me home, I mean, to bring me in here so I could claim the place that has always been mine…”, he sighs out, his eyes drifting shut as another sigh escapes through his lips. “He said I have always been one of them, and that I was cut out to be a Watcher, so he has been training me to take that position, but the more I get involved into it, the more I doubt.”

Kibum licks his lips as a tense silence unfolds not only inside the room, but also in his mind. Yet he tries to get the words back.

"Woonie… I’m so close to have everything I have always wanted… even my magic drums with joy inside my veins, but my heart is not into this. I don’t think that the way Watchers deal with threats is the right one… Niomh says we all are connected and that once I become a full huli jing, I will also take part into it, that I won’t ever be alone… but the truth is that I’m terrified", he mumbles, his voice becoming lost in a whisper. Turning around a little to face the dragon, he bites his lip before continuing, "I have ran away from the life I had and now that I’m about to become part of something big, I can’t look at myself in the mirror. What is happening to me?"

[dongwoonxking]

The way Kibum becomes flustered at the possibility of having important witnesses waiting outside amuses him to no end. However, trying to be a gentleman, he stifles his chuckles behind his hand and instead shakes his head. "I'm afraid a lot of important people is outside. My father didn't make it but some of my brothers are there."

As he watches Kibum moving away, he closes his hands to not reach out for him and keep him close. It shouldn't be a surprise to him that after all this time he still wants to have the younger trapped in his arms and loving him until their time was off. Snapping out of his thoughts as soon as Kibum begins to speak, DongWoon takes a seat on the luxurious cushions piled up in front of Kibum.

He listens intently to each word and expression flicking in the way he leans against the wall. DongWoon doesn't need much to realize that Kibum is unhappy and filled with doubts. It breaks his heart to see him lost and void of the usual confidence and hope he had always seen in him. He takes a moment to stay silent as he gets up and ceases the distance between them. DongWoon cups his cheeks and obliges him to not lose contact for a moment.

"You don't want to admit that none of this is the life you need", he whispers, his eyes looking at him intently as his thumb strokes his cheek. "Don't be afraid of telling them you don't want to become a Watcher. Don't let Astori scare you and make you feel like you don't belong here. You might not share many of their views about their rules, but it's okay to do that. You are not alone, and not every single Watcher does things in the same way", he smiles. "What is tearing you up is that you haven't been able to voice out your opinion for so long that it all has been bottling up inside you. Don't you remember what you told me the last time we saw each other? Do remind it now, Kibum. Don't be unfair to yourself."

[archived-almightykeyblueblood]

Jumping so high in the air, almost as a cat would do, he looks at the elder, blinking a few seconds while his eyes become wider and wider, almost to the comical point. Reaching for his arm, he pinches it hard, wincing when the pain stings.

"Dongwoon!", he squeals, running towards him to hug him tightly and for a long moment. "How did you get in here?! I mean– weren’t you supposed to be with your father? How are you? Is the war over?! Oh, I can’t believe you are here!"

[dongwoonxking]

When Kibum's arms meet him, DongWoon pulls him close and doesn't let go. Instead his eyes close and he loses himself in the warmth and the realness of his friend. He chuckles as he hears each question coming out rapidly from the fox spirit's rosy, pouty lips, and only after he leaves a kiss on the other's temple, does he pulls back.

"The war is over and you see, when my father told me the dragon family had been invited to a special event in these lands.. I had my suspicions", he says amicably, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind the younger's ear. "I think you have a lot to tell me, more than what you have been sharing in the past months. And if I recall correctly, we have a good hour before the ceremony starts, so shall we?"

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I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.

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[-revive]

[dongwoonxking]

The Exercise Of Holding One's Breath

Kibum was sprawled across the large bed of his room. The sunlight was coming through the heavy half-opened curtains and some rays were beginning to outline the shape of his legs as they went up and up. I was watching the morning filling up the blank spaces of my fantasies with blotches of reality as I leaned against the doorframe, steps away from what made my heart beat harder and faster.

I stood there, watching perfection slipping through the cracks of time as every second went on, nearing us to the inevitability and to the separation that would follow. How I wished time would stop, but it wasn't enough. It seemed it never would be enough.

It was 9 in the morning and downstairs my servants were waiting for us to bring us breakfast. To the eyes of strangers, I was a lonely prince who had been spoiled for too long. To the eyes of the man who had raised me as if I was his own, I was his son with a broken-heart. But to me? I didn't know what or who I was. My eyes were drinking of the sight before me, my hands lay useless over my arms and my lips remained sealed. Magic was calling me, chanting lies and sweet words of temptation as my gaze followed the way Kibum rubbed his nose and rolled onto his side, his back ending up exposed as the shirt rid up with his movements.

There was something luscious and appealing in my obsession that it made me think that I wasn't as crazy as I felt I was. But I had never been able to lie to myself for long and as my steps guided me closer to the impossibility, I became aware of it. My hands clenched and unclenched into fists as my gaze roamed over the expanse of unexplored territory I wanted to keep as mine and my mouth felt dry as I stared at the cute, bow-like lips that were slightly parted as he kept breathing. Kibum's kind and sultry blue eyes were hidden and that treasure I longed for –to see him smiling at me as soon as his gaze landed on my face–, the same wish I wanted so desperately to see becoming real, it all crashed against the grief already there and heartache came out as a thousand of pieces of a glass that had been just broken.

I forgot to breathe several times, but when Kibum rolled over again to lie with his back down, I retained my breath on purpose as to not wake him up. Everything I have ever done concerning him seemed like an exact replica of what I had just done and now I wonder if this result will ever change. It's a habit I can't get rid of, even less when all he offers me is sweet and blissful naiveté.

I want to know if he knows that when my eyes lit up as I observe him, is because I'm thinking of how gorgeous he looks as he exists. I want to see his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at knowing he's sexy and beautiful like this, aware of his charm and relishing into it as if it was forbidden. I am afraid of my thoughts and of the way my heart fills with heat and power as I observe him.

Is this passion? Is this the relentless wave of a crushed wish mixed with remnants of what once was a statue of noble intentions? Is this what comes after glorification? Is this the mundane exclamation of a being that has lost of sight what it means to breathe?

I look at Kibum and soft beams are caressing his face like careful strokes of a brush that are intent on making the masterpiece shine. My hands are brushing his hair back and my lips are curling up into a small smile as I sit down next to him. Secrets keep us separated in the shape of an invisible wall and this, everything about him, crushes my lungs and hopes.

But then he opens his eyes and when recognition flashes through his eyes, it doesn't matter that I can't breathe. It is as if I was practicing how to hold my breath again, a little more each day because one day, one sunny day I will dive deeply into the sea to find what I lost and is waiting for me at the bottom. My hand strokes his cheekbone as he nuzzles against it. I can still pretend.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Talk to me like I’m the night. Everything you say will just be swallowed up and I’m the only one that will know, okay? Tell me things only exhaustion could coax out of you.

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