The King of Bucheon and the "Prince"
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BJ Showb x R.femele. ( Appearance of an elegant boy)
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Attention: It’s not BL!!! ( y/n-girl )
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Bucheon has never been a gentle city.
She revered strength. He revered power. And, above all, he revered fear.
BJ Showbu was the very symbol of this.
The King of Bucheon - feared, unpredictable, with his long braided blond hair falling like liquid gold down his back. The sweet smile that foresaded the chaos. The soft voice that promised destruction. He was a living contradiction: he seemed delicate... but he crushed men twice as big as him.
And then there was you.
Y/N.
His short hair, cut like that of an elegant boy from high society. Thin traces, too perfect to be ignored. Delicate jaw, intense eyes. Even wearing a skirt, people looked twice - confused.
- "Is it a boy?"
- "No... it's a girl."
- "But he looks like a prince..."
The nickname caught on.
Prince.
You never corrected anyone. He just raised his chin and continued walking with that naturally noble posture. The skirt swinging on her legs while her walk was firm, almost protective.
If you looked like an elegant prince...
Showbu looked like a dangerous princess.
And that's exactly why it worked.
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When you appeared next to him for the first time, the subordinates were in shock.
The fearsome King of Bucheon... standing next to someone who seemed to come out of an aristocratic tale.
But what really left them speechless was what came after.
Showbu not only accepted his presence.
He got tan in you.
Literally.
Over time, it became common to find the King of Bucheon sitting on the improvised throne of the abandoned shed - you next to you, legs crossed elegantly - while he rested his chin on your shoulder, playing absently with the hem of your skirt.
During live broadcasts, then?
It was almost a show apart.
Showbu, looking at the camera, soft smile.
- "You see, right?" - he said with a very sweet voice.
- "My prince is only mine."
His followers went crazy in the comments.
And then he tilted his face a little, gray eyes darkening.
- "Don't look too much... or I'll get jealous."
You kept your posture impeccable. But your ears turned red. And he loved it.
- "Ah... she turned red."
- "Y/N, you look so beautiful like that..."
You looked away.
He smiled as if he had won a war.
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It was not uncommon for subordinates to enter the room without knocking - and immediately freeze.
The King of Bucheon, the man who broke bones without hesitation...
I was clinging to you like a koala.
Long blond hair scattered over your shoulder. Legs stuck around your waist. Face hidden in your neck.
- "Don't get up..." he murmured, soft and sly voice.
- "Stay here... a little longer."
You were trying to move.
- "Showbu, I need to go."
He squeezed harder.
- "They can wait."
The subordinates closed the door in absolute silence.
No one commented.
No one dared.
Because everyone knew.
You were his anchor.
The only reason why the King of Bucheon did not sink completely into his own chaos.
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On the battlefield, Showbu was wild.
But when his eyes met yours, there was something different.
Calm down.
You held his face after a fight, discreetly cleaning a cut on his cheek.
He closed his eyes, like a cat receiving affection.
- "Prince..." he murmured.
- "Don't abandon me."
You didn't answer.
He just leaned his forehead against his.
And that was enough.
Because, at the end of each broadcast, at the end of each fight, at the end of each night...
Showbu always ended up looking directly at you.
Never to the camera.
Never to the world.
Just for your prince.
And the whole Bucheon knew:
The King could rule the city.
But you ruled his heart.
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Extra: Indecent things that Showbu says in the broadcasts - just for you
• "Prince... you know that this skirt should be considered illegal, right?"
• "They think you look like an elegant boy... but I know exactly what's underneath that noble pose."
• "Don't cross your legs like that in front of me. I get distracted... and I have a broadcast to finish."
• "Stop looking at me like that. Or I'll turn off the live right now."
• "You can all admire it... but only I can touch it."
• "Y/N, get closer to the camera... no, not like that. Only I have this privilege."
• "You get so red when I say these things... do you want me to continue?"
• "My prince seems so calm... but I know how to make you lose that composure."
• "They think I'm dangerous... they don't know that you're the one in charge of me."
• "If you keep wearing a skirt like this near me, I don't guarantee that I'll behave after the live."
• "Don't look away. Hold on. You always pretend to be strong... but you tremble when I get close."
• "Prince... you know that when I say 'stay', you stay, right?"
• "After I finish here, you'll make up for all this provocation."
• "Are you seeing this perfect face? He's mine."
• "Y/N... tell them. Say you come back to my bed every night."
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Y/n was inspired by the character Yoi Takiguchi from Uruwashi no Yoi no Tsuki.
About BJ Showb I saw many rumors that he is a man! And in my opinion I agree!
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