Juwon a disgraced prince and dongsik as the avatar. Dongsik the earth bender born avatar goes into hiding after being framed for the murder of his sister abandoning his duties as peacemaker. And Juwon the banished prince who is tasked with finding the avatar to redeem himself. They meet serendipitously both faking their identity but both knowing exactly who each other are. Juwon while trying to investigate Dongsik falls in love with him and Dongsik the same. Both helping each other heal.
Concept art featuring Juwon showing Dongsik the scar from his Agni kai with his father.
Hyeok downs the drink in one abrupt toss of his head. He slams the glass down harshly, rattling the counter and startling the bartender minding his own business at the other side of the bar.
Beside him, Jeongje glowers at him. “You really must be a favored patron at this bar if you’re not scared of destroying their property like this.” Jeongje frowns at the glass that somehow manages to not shatter at the way Hyeok is gripping it tightly. “Or get kicked out.”
Hyeok ignores him and grabs the expensive whiskey bottle he had just purchased without thinking it through, just for this moment. He refills Jeongje’s glass—technically he is the maknae between them—and as Jeongje warily sips at his own drink, Hyeok runs his hands over his face at the hysterical realization that he’s sharing a moment like this with Park Jeongje, of all people.
His rival to Lee Yuyeon’s heart.
Beside him, Jeongje is watching the amber liquid swirl around the fancy ball-shaped ice, his gaze darting nervously between his own glass and at Hyeok, like a skittish weasel.
It’s beginning to grate on Hyeok’s nerves, and he pours another shot for himself.
Jeongje loudly clears his throat. “So. Do we agree not to tell Yuyeon-ah about this?”
Hyeok squeezes his eyes shut. And there is the crux of the matter, isn’t it.
“Tell me what?”
Both men jump at that familiar, beloved voice. It’s almost comical, the way they both swivel in unison on their seats to see the mutual object of their affections standing behind them, one hand on her hip, staring at them with an arched, perfectly-plucked eyebrow.
The top law graduate of Seoul National University, a force to be reckoned with at Hyeok’s law firm, the ex-girlfriend Jeongje is trying very hard to win back at the same time that Hyeok is trying to win her over—while trying win over her, as they’re currently going head to head in this corporate case where he represents the prosecution, and she represents the defendant.
None of that, however, is what’s making both Jeongje and himself a lot more terrified of her than usual.
Yuyeon narrows her eyes at them as she sets her briefcase on the counter and gracefully slides on the seat beside Hyeok. Normally Hyeok would be thrilled to have her in such close proximity, and would gloat over the way she has chosen his side of the seat to settle on instead of Jeongje’s, but right now, he wishes very much that Jeongje’s the one who’s going to have to deal with—all of this.
After all, Jeongje should have more experience dealing with—all of that.
Yuyeon motions to the bartender. “I’ll have a glass please,” she says sweetly, and Hyeok can see the bartender absolutely melting at the twin powers of her angelic beauty and her formidable presence. “I’ll share in whatever they’re having.” She tilts her head at the bottle of whiskey Hyeok and Jeongje are sharing between them.
She smiles and thanks the bartender for the chilled and iced glass she’s been given. She then turns to Hyeok. “Well?”
Jeongje nudges Hyeok meaningfully. Hyeok swallows and fills Yuyeon’s glass, hoping she doesn’t see how much his hands are shaking.
“Something’s up with the two of you,” Yuyeon declares without preamble as she sips and peers at them over the rim of her glass, and damn it why does this woman whom Hyeok helplessly loves beyond measure have to be so god damned smart?
Jeongje’s forced laugh sounds fake even to Hyeok’s own ears, and it makes him cringe. “Come on, Yuyeon-ah, what makes you say that?”
“Well,” Yuyeon sets her glass down on the counter—gently, primly, completely opposed to how Hyeok nearly broke the countertop earlier. “For one thing, right now the two of you are together.”
Jeongje frowns and straightens in his seat. “How is that supposed to be an issue?”
Yuyeon snorts. “Considering how the two of you constantly try to one-up each other to even tolerate being even in the same room together, let alone sharing a drink like this—” she stares pointedly at the twin glasses they’ve both been nursing for awhile now, “—is enough evidence for suspicion, Your Honor,” she adds playfully, winking at them.
Jeongje, the traitor, looks absolutely charmed, and Hyeok takes advantage of Jeongje’s distraction for his own opening. “Captain Park and I have come to an agreement, you see.”
Jeongje blinks. “We have?”
Hyeok turns to glare at him. “Yes. We have.”
“I see,” Yuyeon says dubiously as she crosses her legs, distracting both men momentarily with the smoothness of her skin peeking from beneath her pencil skirt. “And what agreement might that be?”
“Yes, Prosecutor Kwon,” Jeongje props his chin on his palm and smiles innocently at Hyeok. “What agreement are you talking about?”
Hyeok is sorely tempted to bash the whole bottle of whiskey over the head of this stupid ex of Yuyeon’s. Instead, he pastes on his courtroom-ready smile. “Captain Park and I have agreed to desist this frankly immature rivalry between us.”
Yuyeon’s eyebrows fly to her hairline at the same time that the smile completely drops from Jeongje’s face. “And why exactly,” Jeongje says slowly, his eyes narrowed at Hyeok, “have we come to this agreement?”
Hyeok turns to Yuyeon and clasps his hands in front of him on the countertop. “I believe it was that college girl, Kang Minjeong-ssi, who called both Captain Park and I, and may I quote: ‘A pair of juvenile schoolboys fighting each other over a girl as a stupid trophy’.”
“No, Yuyeon-ah,” Hyeok hears Jeongje speak up softly from behind him, and Hyeok knows without a doubt that Jeongje sincerely means it. “You’re not a prize to be won.”
It seems to have startled Yuyeon, her gaze softening in return, and while normally Hyeok would be bitterly seething with jealousy by now at the irreplaceable and unbeatable history between Yuyeon and Jeongje, at the moment Hyeok is inwardly, triumphantly celebrating at how Yuyeon is successfully distracted.
Jeongje seems to have finally caught on too, as he is quick to add, “So that is why Prosecutor Kwon and I have decided to just let you graciously decide who is the better man between both of us.”
Hyeok is about to nod in agreement, when Jeongje just has to purr: “I trust you know who is the more worthy man for you, Yuyeon-ah.”
Hyeok slowly turns to look at Jeongje. I am this close to punching you in the face, he strongly broadcasts his thoughts telepathically.
Jeongje’s smile is radiant. I’d like to see you try to punch a cop, is the telepathic answer.
Yuyeon’s loud gasp pierces through Hyeok’s burgeoning violent thoughts. Both he and Jeongje turn to face her—and they both blink at the way both of Yuyeon’s hands are clasped over her mouth, which has dropped open in shock.
“Oh,” she says like it’s some sort of epiphany, leaving both men entirely nonplussed. “Oh I should have known the two of you seem to hate each other just a little too much.”
Sometimes Hyeok is starkly reminded of how so far ahead Yuyeon’s brilliant mind works when he can’t catch up to her thoughts like this. It’s both extremely frustrating and wildly attractive in the courtroom. “What?”
Yuyeon smooths her hands over her skirt—and wow okay that is very distracting to Hyeok—as she straightens, her features seemingly overcome with a strange sort of… determination?
“I want you both to know that I will never let this affect your careers,” Yuyeon declares firmly. “Both of you are admirable, respectable men in each of your field of work and I will do my best to protect that.”
Hyeok stares blankly at her. He may not be a bonafide genius like Lee Yuyeon, but he has never considered himself lacking in the brains department either, and normally at this point he’s caught up to her by now. It’s what makes their courtroom banter so enjoyable.
This time, Hyeok is completely, utterly lost.
“What the hell are you talking about, Yuyeon-ah?” Jeongje bursts out from behind him, and for the umpteenth time in this topsy-turvy day, Hyeok finds himself agreeing with Captain Park.
There’s a flash of seemingly well-meaning but confusing sympathy that crosses Yuyeon’s eyes. “I know the laws of our country are still adamantly conservative, but we’re slowly making progress, little by little.” She brightens, her tone turning eager. “Just last month, the South Korean Supreme Court affirmed that same-sex couples are entitled to the same health benefits as heterosexual couples.”
Hyeok stares at her in horror. He can’t even speak.
“Oh my god,” Jeongje breathes out entirely in English, and once again, Hyeok absolutely concurs.
“You can register each other as dependents on your respective health insurances,” Yuyeon is saying, completely misreading the twin looks of shock and utter disgust both Hyeok and Jeongje are sending her way. “I’m pretty sure it’ll be covered by our firm, Hyeok-ah, I’m just not sure with the police force how it works—”
“Yuyeon-ah—” Jeongje helplessly tries to interject.
“—but our country’s actual law enforcement agency can’t deny basic rights to its own citizens, let alone its own policemen—”
Hyeok’s voice is increasingly turning high-pitched in desperation. “Attorney Lee—noona—”
“—regardless, you have my word that I fully support you in your—”
“We’re not the ones who are gay!”
That finally stops Yuyeon in her tracks. Hyeok’s and Jeongje’s twin outbursts finally catch her full attention—as well as those of the few remaining patrons in the bar.
Hyeok scowls at the bartender, who looks way too invested in their conversation. “I’ll pay you an extra huge tip for you to shut the hell up.”
The bartender grins, gives them a thumbs up, and turns his attention back to the same wine glass he’s been cleaning for several minutes now—right when Yuyeon first arrived.
Hyeok glares. “I will also require you to sign an NDA.”
The bartender shrugs and finally walks away—but not too far that he isn’t within earshot.
There’s a loud thunk beside Hyeok, which is the sound of Jeongje’s forehead hitting the counter. “I hate you all,” Jeongje mumbles under his breath, and right now, Hyeok is inclined to agree with him on everything.
Instead of being deterred however, true to her reputation as the woman who can’t be moved in court, Yuyeon is swift to recalibrate. “Then who is?”
Jeongje blearily lifts his head to stare balefully at Yuyeon. “What?”
Yuyeon narrows her eyes. “If the two of you aren’t the ones in a gay relationship—”
“Oh for the love of—Captain Park and I are not dating!” Hyeok yells; he catches the bartender snorting before the man wisely turns his back on them, and god damn that NDA needs to be airtight.
“—then who is?”
For several heartbeats, there is only silence as Yuyeon stares back and forth between Hyeok and Jeongje, silently demanding answers. Hyeok opens his mouth.
“His brother.”
Hyeok’s gaze snaps to Jeongje in utter betrayal as the older man simply points back at him.
Yuyeon’s brows furrow. “You have a brother?”
Hyeok turns helplessly back to Yuyeon, who is now frowning at him with her own expression of mild betrayal. “I didn’t know you had a brother, Hyeok-ah.”
“I don’t!” Hyeok instinctively exclaims, before he’s forced to reconsider his next words carefully when Yuyeon merely folds her arms, wordlessly calling him out on his bullshit. It’s partly why he loves her, after all—she never lets him get away with anything. “I mean, he’s not related to me by blood, but he was my ward for so long when I lived in his house that he might as well have been raised by me.”
Yuyeon tilts her head thoughtfully. “Why were you living in his house?”
“I was his tutor. It’s how I got myself through law school.”
Yuyeon raises her eyebrows. “Tutoring pays that well?”
“It does when it’s for the son of the Deputy Commissioner-General,” Jeongje pipes up, helpfully adding the important detail that Hyeok had been trying very hard to avoid disclosing to Yuyeon.
Hyeok is now reminded all over again of why he absolutely hates Captain Park.
“The son of—” Yuyeon’s eyes are wide. “You mean that brat from Foreign Affairs? Han fucking Joowon?”
Hyeok’s mouth drops open in shock. “You know him?” he says in unison once again with Jeongje, and they turn to each other in alarm.
“Know him?” Yuyeon nearly screeches as she slams her palm on the countertop, making both men jump in their seats; neither of them has ever seen Yuyeon this worked up before. “I’m this close to filing a restraining order on him with how often he barges into my office unannounced! I don’t care if he’s the son of the Deputy Commissioner-General, this is abuse of power!”
Jeongje’s eyes narrow dangerously. “Is he harassing you, Yuyeon-ah?”
Yuyeon rolls her eyes at the unwarranted machismo. “Yes, but not in the way you think. This cheeky little prince keeps demanding for the case files I worked on a few months ago, about the Chinese illegal immigrants working as prostitutes in Gangwon and Busan. Said it was for a voice phishing case Foreign Affairs are investigating, but I know for a fact that this sting operation of his isn’t approved by his higher ups.” Yuyeon flips her hair over her shoulder with a frustrated exhale. “Who does he think he is cutting through all protocol and procedure and expecting people to just hand over his demands like he’s entitled to them?”
“Ah," Hyeok mumbles meekly, "that does sound exactly like my Joowon-ah." He cowers when Yuyeon throws him a withering glare.
“So this pseudo-brother of yours is gay,” Yuyeon recaps once she’s somewhat calmed down. Of course she hasn’t forgotten the topic—once Yuyeon latches on a piece of information, she doesn’t stop until she finds the answer she’s looking for.
Hyeok wonders if Yuyeon is aware that she has more in common with Joowon than she thinks, but then swiftly realizes she might cut off his balls if he points it out, so he wisely remains silent.
He still wants to have children, after all.
She narrows her eyes at Hyeok. “What does that fresh young master have anything to do with me?”
Hyeok’s throat bobs as he swallows and tries his best to maintain eye contact with Yuyeon. When all else fails—plead the fifth.
Yuyeon’s frown deepens when she’s getting nothing out of Hyeok. Jeongje seems to have finally taken pity on him and gently intervenes. “Prosecutor Kwon and I were just discussing his worries over Lieutenant Han. Considering the kind of work being asked of cops like us, it’s not safe for gay men like Lieutenant Han to be out on his own in the field being exposed to all these bad men who might take advantage of him.”
There’s a crease on Yuyeon’s forehead that appears when she’s thoroughly thinking something through. “I understand how that might be concerning, but—” Yuyeon frowns. “Isn’t that kind of homophobic too? The assumption that just because Lieutenant Han is gay, it means he’s not strong enough to protect himself?”
The look Yuyeon is directing to both Jeongje and himself is now judgmental and disapproving, and Hyeok can’t help but admire the fact that, for someone she supposedly hates, Yuyeon is still defending Joowon solely on principle.
She really has much more in common with him than she realizes.
“Besides,” Yuyeon is saying, “it’s not as if he’s out there working alone. I’m pretty sure he has a partner.”
Both Hyeok and Jeongje freeze.
Yuyeon is contemplating deeply now. “Come to think of it, since these cases with the Chinese immigrants are happening concurrently in several regions, the jurisdiction now also falls to the Regional Investigation Unit. Which means—”
Yuyeon stops short. Slowly, she meets Jeongje’s gaze.
“Which means Lieutenant Han’s partner is most likely… from the RIU.”
From his peripheral vision, Hyeok can see the way Jeongje is starting to panic. Plead the fifth, he telegraphs frantically. Plead the fifth!
Yuyeon’s gaze is piercing as she looks back and forth between the two unlikely men forming an alliance against her. Without breaking eye contact, she reaches for her briefcase, rummages swiftly inside, and takes out her phone. She presses the first number on speed dial.
The other line picks up immediately.
“Uri dongsaengie!”
The unmistakable voice of Lee Dongsik rings cheerfully loud on speaker.
“Ne, uri oppa-ya,” Yuyeon drawls, and oh god, Hyeok recognizes that sickeningly-sweet tone on her.
In court, it means that somebody is about to have a very long conviction or pay a very high fine.
Outside of court—it means someone is about to be in very, very big trouble.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of this call from my dear sweet lovely twin sister?”
Hyeok and Jeongje look at each other in mutually shared pity. Lee Dongsik is about to get his ass whooped in three… two…
“Oppa,” Yuyeon says slowly, sweetly—menacingly. “Why is it that it’s my courtroom rival and my ex boyfriend who are the first to be informed that my dear sweet lovely twin brother is gay?”
There’s silence at the end of the line for several long moments. Briefly Hyeok considers adding bearing witness to a murder clause in the NDA.
“So,” Dongsik’s tone is suspiciously bright. “Who do I kill first?”
Hah. Never let it be said that Hyeok isn’t smart enough to anticipate moments like this.
“Yah!” Jeongje exclaims. “Where's the loyalty to your best friend? Why don’t you kill Prosecutor Kwon first?”
They hear a snort from the other end of the line. “I’ll leave that for Joowon-ah to deal with.”
Another silence hangs heavily in the air. Yuyeon’s smile turns lethal.
“… I just gave it away, didn’t I.”
“Oppa.”
Both Jeongje and Hyeok get on their feet as they slowly back away. Of their many, many differences, the one thing they have most in common is how well they know the woman they mutually love.
They know precisely when she’s about to blow.
“When were you gonna TELL ME—!”
“Yuyeon-ah I can explain! Joowon-ah, help me out here—yah, where are you going? I’M ABOUT TO BE MURDERED BY MY OWN TWIN SISTER I NEED A WITNESS—!”
That NDA is going to have a lot of very, very specific clauses.
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Han Joowon + #7🧑🏼🚀 - Dream job?
Oh, what an interesting question, I haven't thought of this before! Being a police officer definitely suits him, but it's unlikely to be his dream job. Does he even have one?
In terms of canon, I doubt he ever thought about it himself. His father and grandfather were police officers, and that's what was expected of him, too, and as a teen or young adult without a profession he wasn't ready to stand against Han Gihwan. Realistically, it was decided for him before he was born, and there was very little he could do about it. It's like, does he even have a concept of a dream job?
However, it's interesting to think how his life would unravel in an AU setting. What if he wasn't Han Gihwan's son, what if his parents were supportive, what if he actually had a choice and the capacity to dream? Here are a few options I came up with.
1, He's a naturally caring person, seeing how he was drawn to help out the sex worker victims who would otherwise fall through the cracks of the system, but he lacks the practical knowledge of how to care for people, since he doesn't have the experience of being cared for. If he grew up in a more nurturing family, there is a chance he would have grown up to work in a "caring" profession: social worker, teacher, doctor.
2, Also, he's definitely into cooking. No one cooks as good as he does if they aren't into it. This is not a result of his upbringing (having to take care of himself from a young age). I've seen people who had to learn to feed themselves when they were very little: those who love cooking will become good at it, and those who don't will settle into learning to prepare a few basic meals, and they will be fine with it. I believe Joowon cooks because he loves doing it.
So, how about an AU where instead of becoming a police officer, Joowon opens his own restaurant? And meets Lee Dongsik, who loves to eat, when he one day comes in as a customer?
(Or combine it with Yuyeon lives AU, where their parents would still own a restaurant, and you get Dongsik and Joowon as competitors, but in a restaurant business, and you can even keep an enemies-to-whatever-you-want arc.)
3, And finally, I'll admit I actually want Joowon to be a private investigator rather than a police officer—both post-canon and in an AU setting. This is more like my dream rather than Joowon's, but hear me out 😄
Joowon is an incredibly good detective, despite what fandom says about him. Investigating the wrong people and looking into the wrong clues are part of the job—you can't realistically expect a detective to be right about everything all the time, but you can expect them to thoroughly investigate every suspect and every clue to eliminate all the wrong answers and find the right one. That is what good investigation looks like.
So, Joowon would make a fabulous private investigator. Why do I prefer that over his police work?
I think it's simply dangerous for someone honest like Joowon to work for such a deeply corrupt system. Despite what Dongsik thinks, Joowon's police work is a ticking bomb. He really only has three options:
To work with the corrupt system. In this case, no matter how pure he is now, eventually it will inevitably corrupt him, too.
To work within the corrupt system, actively doing good for the citizens, but staying away from the corrupt parts of the system. And this is the most out of character option for Joowon—we all saw how long he can handle not investigating police corruption in canon 😂 (upd: This is Dongsik's in-character option. This is precisely what he was doing throughout all of his career to stay on the job and stay semi-sane.)
To work against the corrupt system. However, in real life, when police officers are honest and work against the system for the greater good, they don't stay in the system for too long. If this is the path Joowon chooses, it would be reasonable to expect him, in the best case scenario, to do something serious that will get him dismissed (probably morally right, but against the rules), or in the worst case scenario, to "conveniently" die on the job.
Think about it. If Han Gihwan wasn't his father, and was some random unrelated high-ranking corrupt officer, would Joowon survive the canon? Han Gihwan does already entertain the idea of killing his own son off, would he hesitate if it was some random guy poking around the case he wants to keep closed?
Either way, working for the police post-canon, Joowon will inevitably encounter more police corruption, which he will inevitably investigate and ask questions about, which in turn will inevitably make him a pack of enemies—some of which could be powerful like Han Gihwan. And without his father's protection, how is he going to fight it?
He's not going to handle more than a decade on this job. Maybe even less than that.
So, all in all, I just wish for him to encounter some complicated case of police corruption that he's powerless to do anything about on his own, or he might be able to do something at the expense of his career (and hopefully not life), and that would get him kicked out of the force, and he can open up a private investigation business together with Lee Dongsik.
It would be the best solution for both of them.
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But hey, let me know what you think? What would be Joowon's dream job if he could have one?
For my beyond evil prompt post! thanks @tiffanylamps for the inspiration!!
It's not like he wants to be here, if Joo Won had an actual choice he would be at his apartment, cooking the new recipe he discovered while listening to music before settling down for the night to read his book.
But Kwon Hyuk was getting married and as much as Joo Won hates his father, he cares triple that for his adoptive brother....most days.
Joo Won sighs again as he pulls gently on his tie, it feels tight and suffocating around his throat. The whole outfit makes him uncomfortable now, they used to fit like a glove but he gave up suits and tuxedos and a manicured life years ago.
He's watching Kwon Hyuk dance with his bride, Oh Ji Hwa who looks stunning in a simple white dress and something inside of him squeezes in equal parts envy and happiness for his brother. Hyuk couldn't have chosen a better bride (despite his fathers complaints about it) she was strong, fierce, and patient and has had her now husband wrapped around her finger since day one.
She's good for him, makes Hyuk stand up for himself more and start demanding more control over his father's company, helps his adopted brother balance the expectations and the reality of what it means to take over a company. Plus Joo Won thinks that Han Ki Kwan might be a little afraid of her, which makes her almost perfect in his book.
Joo Won takes a sip of his drink, looking down at his watch and sighing when he realizes it's still too early to leave without being extremely rude. The chandelier in the banquet hall feels too bright and the sounds are spread out but loud and chaotic-- people talking, others laughing, music blaring and it's all too much for Joo Won's brain at the moment.
He swallows the last bit of his drink before standing, grabbing another full one and making his way to one of the small balconies on the other side of the room.
The fresh, cool air feels like a gift and he finally allows himself to loosen his tie.
He's taking another sip of his drink when the door pushes open and he looks over to see a familiar mess of curls, the sigh that leaves his lips in almost involuntary at this point.
Dong Sik glances up at the noise before his whole face alights, "Joo Won- ah! There you are!"
Joo Won scrunches his nose up at the familiarity, "Lee Dong Sik-ssi, i've told you to stop being so informal with me."
The smile only grows at his words and the older man comes to stand next to him, only a few inches apart and Joo Won can't bring himself to put distance between them. There's alot of things he can't seem to do around the older man.
"You're late."
He says it to fill the silence, watching as the older man seems surprised but then a soft smile appears on his face. Joo Won hates when Dong Sik uses those looks around him... they make him feel things he's unfamiliar with.
Dong Sik's shoulder brushes his and Joo Won's whole body responds, like it always does. The tingle shooting from his arm all the way down to his toes.
"Hmm... did you miss me, Joo Won-ah?"
It's said so softly, so sincerely and Joo Won inhales sharply, turning to grab the older man by his tie and yank him in for a hard, burning kiss. Dong Sik seems shocked for a half second before leaning in, resting his hands on Joo Won's hips in a way that pins him to the spot but soft enough for him to break free. Dong Sik always leaves him an out.
He shoves his fingers into Dong Sik's hair, the softness on his finger tips making his chest ache with need and the older man lets out a breathy moan as their mouths pull apart slightly.
They are both breathing heavily, the taste of Dong Sik still on his lips as the older man's breath fans across his mouth and Joo Won's heart lurches at the intimacy of it all.
He loves this stupid old fool so much, probably has since the day he met Ji Hwa and her friends. Joo Won can remember being equally interested and annoyed with the loud older man, who smiled and laughed like the entire world and it's problems meant nothing-- a complete contrast to the recently disowned Joo Won.
Joo Won takes a deep breath, scared of what he was going to say next but also certain in his actions. He looks up at the older man and breathes out a soft, almost strangled, "Yes."
Dong Sik blinks at him in confusion, "What?"
Joo Won feels the blush on his face, feels his ears burning hot but he leans back in and softly kisses Dong Sik's lips again before pulling back and speaking louder, "Yes... to the question you asked me a while ago."
Dong Sik still looks confused before it suddenly dawns on him, and Joo Won isn't prepared for the way Dong Sik lurches forward and captures his lips into a searing kiss. It's hot and molten, making his insides feel hot and when the older man's tongue licks into his mouth deeper Joo Won feels his legs shake. Dong Sik's hands are tight against his hips and Joo Won gasps when the older man bites his bottom lip before pulling away.
He can't imagine what he must look like right now but Dong Sik's lips are swollen and red, his eyes blown wide but are still bright with happiness, "Yes. You are finally going to date me?"
Joo Won snorts, leaning his forehead on Dong Sik's shoulder, "I think we've been dating for a while now."
He feels Dong Sik's head shake and he already knows what the man is going to say, "Nope, the stubborn prince I'm in love with refused to make it official."
Joo Won feels a little guilt rise in his belly but he ignores it in favor of the way the older man said 'love' and the hand Dong Sik has rubbing up and down his back, "Well, he sounds like an idiot."
Dong Sik laughs out loud, the noise sending tingles down Joo Won's back and he smiles into his lovers neck. The older man hums, "No, he was never an idiot. My prince was just hurt and needed some time to recover."
Joo Won blinks back tears and straightens back to his full height, looking down at Dong Sik and into his eyes, "Lee Dong Sik-ssi. Would you please date me?"
Dong Sik smiles and kisses him gently, "Yes. Of course, my stubborn prince."
