Data of Young Khun Eduan and Young Jahad x reader? 👀✨
the more I write for Eduan the more I love him I swear
Silence wasn't too common on the Hidden Floor. At least not when there were Eduan and Jahad involved. From a simple mockery coming from Khun's lips to clanging of Lecalicus – no place for silence no matter what. You liked it that way. Constant noises were reminding of battles that either have already happened or were about to. The sounds of chaos liked singing ballads about people that once were just like you. In the same place in life, with similar strength, and identical committed sins buried deep down in their hearts. The Tower made even saints lose their innocence with a taste of tainted blood, because of a temping promise of eternal bliss. You wondered if this was ever going to change. Some people spent their whole lives chasing the unachievable, and never once thought about slowing down to stay with the people they cherished. Until it was too late, and the only thing they could do was watch as the Tower slowly devoured them.
“Oh dear, lost in thought again?” a familiar figure asked, and sat next to you. Even though his eyes looked as if they were made of ice, the man's warmth was too well known for you.
“Weren't you in the middle of bullying Jahad just a few minutes ago?” you questioned, and Eduan snickered slightly. After all, he was just a data. His actions here didn't affect the reputation of the real head of Khun family, so why bother acting like a respectable adult? And bickering with Jahad was his favorite part of this.
“It's not bullying if he fights back, sweetheart,” Eduan said in his defense. A sly grin made its way to his lips, when he remembered how annoyed the king was the last time they met. It's not like Eduan's snarky remarks had anything to do with it. He was the nicest person in the world when he wanted something!
“Sure,” you knew that Eduan and Jahad didn't really dislike each other, but their arguments were quite amusing nonetheless.
The company of both men was enjoyable. Listening to Jahad's stories from his adventures always made the day a little more interesting. Especially when a certain blue haired grape lover tried to talk over him, and bring your attention to his perfect self. Before you met them, you hadn't even thought that two clowns could do the job of the entire circus.
“Where is Jahad now, though?” you asked. “He usually doesn't let you go that easily when you get on his nerves.”
Eduan sent you a disappointed look.
“Why do you bother with him, dear? Isn't my company enough?” he teasingly cupped your cheek, and brought your face closer to his. Maybe if it was the first time it happened you would be shocked. But now? Everyone who knew Eduan considered him a flirt. A few compliments here, a seemingly innocent touch there, and half of the world ends up drooling. Khun knew how attractive he was, and how seductively desirable his presence could be. After all, he always took full advantage of that. You weren't an exception. The urge to melt into his touch was tremendous, and almost inevitable. Suddenly, a powerful aura pulled you apart. You could feel it with every inch of your body, and it was a clear sign of who was nearby.
“Some people just have a good taste, Eduan,” Jahad's voice had a rougher tone than usual. He didn't sound too pleased. “Anyway, I was looking for a training partner. Mind joining me?” he offered his hand to help you get up, completely ignoring the blood-lust that appeared in Eduan's eyes.
Before you could answer, Khun wrapped his arm around you.
“Actually, we were about to leave. There are better things to do than collect bruises for no reason. Right, dear?” Eduan waited for your approval.
“What kind of warrior says that?” Jahad was visibly irritated. “Every training is a good opportunity to improve your abilities, and only a moron could be blind enough to disagree.”
You sighed. Why was it always adults that acted the most childish?
“Can't I spend time with both of you, though?” you asked. Their bickering was entertaining sometimes, but right now it only made you mentally exhausted. “Without arguments.”
Eduan clicked his tongue, and directed his gaze at you once again.
“I can't promise anything, dear, but–,” Eduan said as if he was making the hardest choice in his life. “As long as he acts bearable, I might sacrifice myself for you.”
“That's funny, because as far as I remember, it is always you who wants to annoy me,” Jahad interrupted his dramatic speech. “I'd be glad to spend some time with both of you when your mouth is shut, Eduan.”
“That's exactly what–,” Eduan started to yell, but you had no intention for this argument to continue. Their behavior was absolutely nerve-wracking.
You pulled the blue haired man closer to you, and, to make Jahad's wish come true, shut his mouth with a kiss. That was one of the rare moments when the Hidden Floor was nothing but silent. The other man looked at you uncomfortably with a bit of jealousy in his eyes. As you pulled away from Eduan, Jahad was just about to say something. Grabbing him by the shirt, you quieted his complaints the same way as you did with Eduan. If you knew that something so simple could ensure the peace you wanted, you'd do it much earlier.
“Now, can we hang out without fighting?” you asked, and looked at both of them.
Still proceeding what had happened, they just nodded. Silence could be the most beautiful thing in the world – if you knew how to obtain it, of course.
