drunk on you, literally
synopsis park sunghoon is the leader of a rebellion and he kidnapped the king's daughter, you, and, as expected of a leader, he is very serious, controlled and reliable, but what no one knows is how weak sunghoon is against alcohol, so so what could happen if he eats a sweet with a slightly different taste?
starring enhypen's park sunghoon genres just fluff warnings sunghoon is a big loser in this one (my favorite); cute down bad wrapped around yn's finger, honestly; english is not my first language sorry for any mistakes
wc 990
it's my first time writing something and posting so, hope you like it!
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the feast was lively, with the members of the rebellion laughing and swapping stories around a long makeshift table. simple yet flavorful dishes filled the air with a welcoming aroma, and the soft candlelight made everything seem more intimate. everyone was finally enjoying peace after winning a battle against the king's soldiers.
you had your reasons for hating sunghoon and the whole rebellion situation against your father and his antics, but over time you've learned that not everything is as it seems...
park sunghoon seemed the most relaxed person in the place, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you
he ate some sweets from a wood platter that was passed hand to hand a while ago, but he didn’t notice someone yelling "watch out for these, the liquor is strong" in the midst of all the talk, laughter and music
you didn't think much of it
minutes later, you noticed something weird with his posture
— sunghoon, are you okay? — you asked, patting his shoulder lightly
— yes, your highness — he replied, but his voice was slightly slurred and weak. you observed him, his body slowly swaying from side to side. it really was a strong liquor he ate, but did he really got tipsy just from that tiny amount?!
he suddenly stood up, startling you and some people around, and started walking towards his room, but his steps were less steady than usual. in a second you also stood up, apologizing for leaving so early to no one in particular
— let’s go to your room. you need to rest — you said softly, placing your hand in his arm and back, trying not to attract too much attention.
— no, i’m fine — sunghoon murmured, but contrary to his words he didn't resist being guided out of the hall
in the middle of the torch-lit corridor, sunghoon stumbled over his own feet, but managed to balance himself by leaning on the wall behind you, not realizing that he pressed your body between him and the wall in the process.
sunghoon could feel his eyes getting heavier and heavier. he wanted to sleep so badly...
you chuckled. even though you could feel the heat radiating from sunghoon's strong, tall body, his behavior was very amusing. it wasn't every day that you got to see the rebellion leader behave in such a... vulnerable way. rosy cheeks, brows furrowed and a very bad sense of direction. very sweet
after a few minutes trying to balance a large part of sunghoon's big body on yours, you managed to reach his room.
— did you know those sweets had alcohol in them? — you asked as you untied his boot as he sat on the bed
sunghoon looked at you, very confused eyes with a playful spark that was very rare to see.
his lips formed a small smile, showing his sharp canines for a brief moment
it was like a blow to the stomach. you didn't know that the man in front of you, the one who kidnapped you and made you see all the barbarity of the kingdom you father ruled, could smile so breathtakingly beautiful
— maybe? — he replied, lifting an eyebrow
nothing but silence and admiration came out of you. has your heart just skipped a beat?
sunghoon scratched the back of his neck and started watching as you lowered your head and began to untie his boots. the alcohol unfortunately let your red ears go unnoticed, but there are evils that come to the good; if sunghoon had been sober and had witnessed this reaction from you, the rebellion wouldn't have a leader in the morning
you finished untying his boots and asked him t lay down, to which he readily complied, but as soon as you looked up to him, you noticed dazed eyes roaming your face
— you seem hot
you got closer, lightly touching his forehead
you couldn't see how sunghoon gripped the bed sheet as if it was the last hope of world peace, trying to control his own emotions. sunghoon looked away
— i'm... i'm fine, yn — he murmured, but his strained voice betrayed him. you tried to not let the butterflies explode inside of you because of your name slipping through his glazed... beautiful... lips, but this task proved impossible
sunghoon fiddled with the ring on his finger, spinning it frantically while trying to stay sane. you snorted
— maybe spinning this ring on your finger is making you even more nervous, want to take it off? — you said, trying to dissipate the tension that has formed between you two (didn't do a good job, apparently)
sunghoon chuckled softly, but remained silent for a few seconds
— it’s not the ring, yn.
he looked up to you once again, beautiful, desperate, eyes... you stopped breathing for a moment (along with your heart)
— it's you.
sunghoon's confession took you by surprise, more than the attacks by your own father's soldiers in the middle of the night against the rebels.
he was so readily admitting that your presence affected him as much as his affected yours. so all that tension you felt so many times... wasn't it just you? oh, you needed fresh air
meanwhile sunghoon took a few seconds to realize that he had admitted his own feelings for you. he was done for — the silence was so loud
safe to say that you were both a blushing mess; you got up and rushed towards the door, face red and hot as ever, as you jabbered "good night, I'm goint to head back, maybe they'll need me to clean up the hall, haha, what a night" while sunghoon hid under the covers, mumbling "yes, of course, thanks, god bless you" and other nonsenses
before you could close the door, though, sunghoon peeked out from under the blanket and you caught a glimpse of his always pale face, now a deep shade of red
— good night... my princess
neither of you slept very well that night.
