#kikwangdal

[haehyojin]

pretty thing

@kikwangdal​

it was one of the weekly boy chill sessions, with both of them pretty much walking about the city, enjoying the weather as it was finally beginning to warm up. hyojin was more relaxed than usual, because it was kikwang next to him. then again, when was the last time the young prince was stressed? he couldn’t remember, and he was happy with that. being relaxed was the best feeling in the world.

“hey. there’s been this question i wanted to know the answer to.“ the boy says to his best friend. there were so many questions hyojin could have asked at this moment, the possibilities were endless. however, even with his cheerful and loud personality, he notices stuff, how people act around one another, how the mood changes. he slows down his walking pace, not enough to be noticed because he picks it back up in no time. 

“do you like ahrerum?“ the prince asks kikwang, quietly, but in a bold manner. his eyes are still locked on the road ahead of them, not wanting to pressure his friend into answering. the question itself was tense and could lead to so much things that were unpleasant. “i’m not gonna judge. love is a pretty thing.“ he adds, soon after, honest words,

[dalxhui]

❝ misfit 〉

@kikwangdal

he’s not one to thrive under the limelight. it’s as if the light of the many lanterns above him was overwhelming, and so did the name of his father shone as they sat table by table. hui was never good at such situations involving idle chatter and raised voices of cheers. he was good at quiet situations and reciting anecdotes, or a polite smile at most in large events like this, where people of utmost importance seemingly let loose in the name of celebration. 

the male fidget with the hem of his belt, looking around for a single life line. something for him to hold on, a piece of rafting wood in an onslaught of rushing waters, one that he’s seen from afar whenever his family traveled to the rural quarters in the midst of summer as a child. his father, no matter how stoic, seemingly blend into the environment in such situations. but not him. probably never will he.

❝ ki...kikwang! ❞ he jumped up from his seat when the familiar face loomed in sight, skipping off the mat to meet his friend. there’s a look of unease on hui, soft features tide over with a mask of worry, eyes blinking rapidly in his panic, like deer marked as the target of bows and arrows on a hunting. he grabbed onto the younger’s sleeve, exhaling a shaky sigh of relief for that very one moment.  ❝ i thought i was going to drown, ❞ he said, before finally letting out a chuckle, corners of his lips curling. dinner has yet to even commence, and he thought he might not even make it through the night. 

❝ i see you’re fitting right in, however. ❞

[dalhyunsoo]

just like the wind leaves everything behind

@kikwangdal

Hyunsoo should have been used to how long celebrations were and what usually came with each of them but even though he had gone to many throughout his life, he didn't think he would ever get used to them.  If he could relax, then maybe he could enjoy himself like some of the other people around him did but even when he was just his father's son, he felt like he had to put on a show and now as the husband of one of the King's daughters, he knew he had to be careful of what he said or did.

Aside from that, he knew he was expected to talk to those that he liked as well as those he didn't and as he looked around the room, he noticed Yeon Kikwang before he decided to approach him.  The younger man's family might be sarim but Hyunsoo had learned long ago that it was better to be friendly to the enemy than hostile; they would either think he was dumb or could sway their way if they learned what he wanted.  Kikwang also seemed to be enjoying himself at the moment which meant he could be more willing to spill some information and it was better than to deal with Kikwang’s father.

“Lord Yeon, I apologize for interrupting since you seem to be enjoying the party very well by yourself but I haven’t gotten the chance to greet you or your father. I hope he is fairing well as well as the rest of your family.” He offered the younger a friendly smile and then a nod before looking around the room once more.  Talking like this, as if he had no problem with those that belong to the sarim had always come easy to Hyunsoo and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not but for now, he hoped that the younger didn’t ask too many questions.  Then again, maybe it was better if he did and that way he could use those questions to his advantage.