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“Happy Birthday,” Yoongi groaned and covered his eyes with his forearm.
“You’re lucky I love you,”
“Ahhh so grumpy in the morning my Black Suga,” Hoseok jumped back into bed and wrapped his arms around Yoongi over the blankets.
“Can I ask you for a favor?”
Hoseok lifted his head, “Yes, anything.”
“Please remind me to kill Jin for telling you my nickname.”
**
“The Great Black Yoongi has finally been defeated,” Namjoon said with a big smile.
“How long has it been since King Yoongi lost a fight?” Taehyung asked.
Namjoon looked over to Jin and they both sat quietly. “Hmmm…. I can’t think of the last time Yoongi lost a fight,” Namjoon answered.
Jin tapped his foot and kept on thinking. “Ahhh, I got it,” Jin said lifting his finger. “Remember Sword Master Sihyuk.” Jin wiggled his eyebrows at Namjoon and they both started laughing.
“Jin don’t you-“
“Black Suga,” both Namjoon and Jin yelled out pointing at Yoongi.
“Black Suga?” Jimin said with a giggle.
“I was 10,” Yoongi said as he crossed his arms.
“What happened?” Hoseok asked excited to hear the story.
“Master Sihyuk walks in and he’s super tough. Yoongi’s father brought him in ‘to teach him some discipline’-“
“Well he jumped off the South tower, I am surprised King Yang didn’t tie him to the pole and whip him.”
“Of the South tower, you say?” Taehyung repeated.
“I’ll tie you to a pole and whip you Tae so don't even think about it,” Jin said pointing at Taehyung. “Anyway, Yoongi refuses to get up in the morning to early he complained. So we finally get him dressed and of course we walk into training late. Master Sihyuk punished us by making us strip and stand in our underwear in the courtyard and it was January. I thought my balls were going to fall off,” Jin said laughing. “So Master Sihyuk is pacing back and forth making sure we don’t wiggle a toe and try to get warm, and Yoongi crosses his arms like he’s doing now and huffs.”
“You huffed?” Hoseok said elbowing Yoongi. “I am guessing huffing and being late are not allowed.”
“Oh absolutely not!” Jin said with flare. “Master Sihyuk doesn’t blink an eye and walks back to tell his royal sleepyhead, that, that’s the attitude he’d expect from someone who was soft and had no discipline.”
“Wait, I don’t get it?” Jimin says sitting closer.
“We’ll our honorable feared King Black Yoongi has such white creamy skin like Sugar.”
Jungkook spit out a bit of his wine trying to hide a laugh.
**
“Come on, get up,” Hoseok said as he smacked Yoongi on the butt. “We have errands to run your royal sweetness.”
“The sugar jokes are going to get old,” Yoongi said trying to figure out how best to distract his husband into spending the day in bed with him.
“Absolutely not,” Hoseok said leaning lover to look down at Yoongi. “I have the staff coming up with jokes that way we’ll always have fresh material.” Hoseok lets out a loud yelp as Yoongi flings the covers off and reverses their position.
Yoongi got one extra hour in bed.
“Hey,” Hoseok elbowed Yoongi as they walked into the courtyard. “I never saw that coming did you?”
Yoongi looked over and saw Hyungwon and Wonho sparing with two of the new guards that had joined he castle: IM and Joonheon. “Actually yes.” Yoongi winced as Hoseok smacked him in the arm. “Ouuuch.”
“Oh shush, I didn’t even hit you that hard,” Hoseok puled Yoongi by the elbow to lean against the wall of the castle where they could be out of the way. “Tell me everything.”
“I don’t think there’s much to tell,” Yoongi sighed as Hoseok’s face turned serious. If he didn’t tell his husband what he knew Hoseok was going to nag him. “At first it was nothing concrete,” Yoongi looked over and watched as Hyungwon graceful moves quickly bested Joonheon’s bulkier ones. “But there was something about the way the moved against each other, I always saw them in the same room, training at the same time, eating in the same space but never actually together. “
“So how did you know?”
Yoongi considered,” I guess they just always looked for each other. Their eyes gave them away.”
**
“He’s completely ridiculous who loses their shirt like that?”
Hyungwon rolled his eyes. Ever since the arrival of Prince Wonho there was no other topic of conversation in the castle. “You should finish polishing your blade Minhyuk and stop worrying about the comings and goings of Prince Wonho’s shirt. Don’t forget you have detail tonight.” Hyungwon picked up his blade and walked out of the room the guards of Castle North shared.
“What crawled up his ass and laid an egg?”
“I don’t know?” Kihyun answered looking to the door where the First Guard Hyungwon disappeared. “He’s never this grumpy. I wonder if the additional details and tournament are stressing him out.”
“He needs to get laid,” Minhyuk said as he picked up his polishing stone and glided it along the length of the sword.
“Usually, I’d say that’s why First Guard yells at you but you might be on to something,” Kihyung wondered if it had anything to do with Prince Wonho. First Guard Hyungwon was always consistent, and funny how the change had appeared with the constant disappearance of a very handsome Prince’s shirt.
Hyungwon was working his way down the narrow staircase of the servant’s quarters. He as edgy and a good training session was the answer, but first he had his rounds to complete and check in with King Hoseok.
“King Hoseok,” Hyungwon took a knee.
“You know what Hyungwon?”
“Yes, King Hoseok?”
“You’re way too serious.”
“My King?”
Hyungwon walked besides King Hoseok as they went through the preparations of the tournament. After a few minutes, Hyungwon felt himself relax. King Hoseok was a great King and Hyungwon was glad to have him back at Castle North.
“Oh shit,” Hyungwon watched as King Hoseok stood behind him and used him as a shield. “Tell me when he’s gone.”
Hyungwon watched as Prince Wonho walked down the courtyard. There was something about the way he moved with such ease, calm, and approachable. Hyungwon would never pretend that he was approachable. His height and his demeanor made it that while people admired him no one ever tried to get close. “Prince Wonho has disappeared your Highness, you can come out now.”
“I’ve been dodging him for a week now. Good thing he didn’t catch me.”
Hyungwon would lie himself thinking that he watched Prince Wonho for the sake of his King. But as time went by Hyungwon, noticed that Prince Wonho watched him with dark and patient eyes.
Hyungwon got edgier and stopped sleeping. His only relief was training until he was so exhausted he passed ou, but in his dreams it as Prince Wonho’s eyes he saw. Hyungwon woke up in the middle of the night. There was someone walking down the hallway. He slipped out of bed and grabbed his knife. It was three days until the tournament. He thought about waking up one of the other guards but moved out of the room alone. The figure was nicely built and moving skillfully down the dark corridor. When the figure turned into the guard’s shower room, Hyungwon took his chance and attacked.
The cloaked figure turned in time to block his knife. The hand reached out and twisted, but Hyungwon turned his body and broke the contact. When the figure made its way towards the door, Hyungwon grabbed on to the forearm and landed an elbow into the figure’s ribs. Hyungwon felt a thrill run through him because the attacker was collapsing. It took two full moves and Hyungwon was completely subdued with strong steel like arms around him. He struggled and tried to use his height to break free to no avail. His heart thundered in his ears and Hyungwon pushed up and bent down bringing both him and his attacker down. Hyungwon’s hand hit the floor of the washroom and flew out if his hand. He got to his knees and crawled towards the discarded knife. One full foot before he reached it, Hyungwon felt a hand on his ankle pulling him back. Hyungwon made a fist preparing to make contact, but the figure crawled over him and straddled him. Hyungwon looked up into the cloak and stared into the dark eyes he’d been dreaming about.
Hyungwon never told anyone he’d found Prince Wonho in the washroom that night. He also never told anyone that they continued to meet in the dark and at night. When Wonho kissed him, touched him, and made love with him, Hyungwon still said nothing until the night Wonho told him about the challenge.
“He’ll kill you,” Hyungwon said with fear in his voice.
“He can try,” Wonho responding. He had no choice. His family was all here and he had to go through with the challenge.
“He’ll kill you,” Hyungwon’s voice filled with alarm, “you have under estimated King Yoongi’s strength, skill and drive. He loves King Hoseok he won’t let you have him so easily.” Hyungwon needed to make Wonho understand. What he wanted the course he was choosing would only end in his death.
“He doesn’t deserve him. He doesn’t love him.”
“And you do?” Hyungwon walked away a few steps and ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath. He had no right. He had no right to demand or say anything to Prince Wonho. He was a commoner a no one who by his sword and skill alone had risen to his position. But compared to a Prince he was still nothing. Silence filed the small dark hallway. “I am not asking you for anything,” Hyungwon tried to make his voice clam and spoke the truth. “I didn’t give you my love with any expectation of having something in return, but you can still stop this.” He turned and touched Wonho’s forearm lightly. Hyungwon loved him and he was desperate to save him. “Live! Don’t give your life to this.”
Wonho’s face was dark and set, “no, I can’t, a challenge posed must be met.”
“For what?” Hyungwon said letting anger fill him because it was much better than the pain. “For land? For money? For your family? They will watch you die so they can declare war.” Wonho’s face still gave nothing, “I won’t watch you die. I won’t stand by as you do this. I love you but you can’t ask that of me.” Hyungwon kissed Wonho’s lips lightly, “Good bye.”
“Hyungwon, please come help Prince Wonho,” Hyungwon moved towards the field as King Hoseok, Jin, and Namjoon helped King Yoongi. Hyungwon carried Prince Wonho towards his rooms. Once they were deep into the castle, Wonho wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled Hyungwon close. “I am sorry,” he said as he lifted his none injured hand to Hyungwon’s cheek. “I am sorry, please forgive me.”
Hyungwon wrapped himself around Wonho and their lips met.
**
“That couldn’t have been all,” Hoseok said looking from Wonho to Hyungwon.
“Well I guess that the formal request that Wonho presented to ask for Hyungwon’s hand in marriage was the real indicator.” Yoongi ducked just in time for Hoseok’s hand to not make contact with his shoulder.
“Hey I am still healing!”
“You didn’t tell me. What’s the point of being king if I miss all the good gossip? And don’t roll your eyes at me.” Yoongi pulled Hoseok by the arm and walked towards the stables.
“Holly you are my one and only love have you missed me?” Hoseok asked as he walked straight towards Holly and hugged her pretty face.
“You’ll spoil her if you’re like that with her,” Hoseok said already mounted on his horse.
“But, I have to because she’s amazing.” Holly shook her mane and shoot Yoongi a look. Then as if to prove him wrong, bowed down and waited for Hoseok to climb on her back.
The ride up to their field was smoother in early the early days of March. While the winter still clung to the mountains, the promise of spring was around every corner. Hoseok wanted to tell Yoongi that spring would be here soon, but his husband was head of him leading the way. Yoongi turned around a gathering of rocks and Hoseok followed. “Dismount here,” his husband said giving Brutus a smack on the butt so he could graze on the bits of grass that peaked out from the snow. Hoseok brushed a hand through Holly’s mane and followed.
Yoongi turned around and saw the question forming on Hoseok’s lips. “I am going to need you to close your eyes.”
“Yeah, no,” Hoseok said as he stepped up another bolder and tried to push past Yoongi.
“Come on,” Yoongi said wrapping his arms around Hoseok. “For me?”
“I should have never told you, you were cute,” Hoseok sighed and closed his eyes.
Yoongi led Hoseok down a narrow path and positioned him where he wanted him to be. “I thought a lot about you when you were gone. Don’t open your eyes yet,” Yoongi said hugging Hoseok from behind. “I thought about you when you were here, but it was hard for me.”
“My husband,” Hoseok said as he put his hands over Yoongi’s around his waist.
”When my brother died, I was participating in a raid, and I hadn’t been home in a few years. Then right away-“
“You found out about your brother’s spending and set out again,” Hoseok finished eyes still closed.
“Yes, but a funny thing happened when Namjoon, Jin and I crossed the Cursed Forest. I dreamt about you,” Yoongi let go of Hoseok and walked away.
“My King?”
“Open your eyes.”
Hoseok opened his eyes and saw a field full of tall bright sunflowers warm in the sunlight. There were rows and rows of them all in full bloom. “I dreamt of you here,” Yoongi stood a few feet away. “After we got married, I didn’t know what to do or how to tell you. I didn’t have the words. I was so exhausted of fighting, and waiting for so long then you just appeared. You were the sun and I had dragged you to this cold, broken down castle and tied you to a broken me.”
“My King-“
“Let me finish,” Yoongi said as he lifted a hand to stop Hoseok from coming to him. “I felt guilty that I didn’t have anything to give you and you were giving me so much. So I came here and the first few times I didn’t even think about it but planted a seed. When you left, I rode Holly all the way to the edge of the Cursed Forest after you, but I was too late. You looked free riding your horse with the sun on your back. So I came back here and continued to plant.”
“When you brought me here last time it as all under the snow.”
“Yes, kind of like us right?” Yoongi lifted a hand and waited for Hoseok to walk to him.
“But the flowers, I planted for you aren’t under the snow anymore. They grew like my love for you even if you couldn’t always see it or feel it. I love you. You’ve always been my sun and my hope.” In a field of sunflowers, Yoongi kissed Hoseok and they promised to love each other forever.
**
“Kim Taehyung where are your brothers?”
Taehyung looked down from the tree he was trimming and shrug. “Son of a bitch, if those two are at it again I am going to skin them.”
Five minutes later, Namjoon walked through the great hall looking for Jin. They were all preparing for King Yoongi’s surprise dinner and just had a few hours before King Hoseok returned. Namjoon peeked into the hall and saw Jin caring a large bucket of water.
“Jin, I just checked on the hall and the decorations are missing-“
“Chooooaaaa!!!” Jin yelled not slowing down. The pretty maid Choa’s head popped into the courtyard from one of the tower windows. “Decorations Choa!”
“Yes Lord Jin, I’ll be right down.”
“But Jin, I also checked in the kitchens and they can’t find the-“
“Hyungwon!!!!!”
Hyungwon turned the corner carrying stacks of boxes followed by Prince Wonho. “Kitchen Hyungwon and Prince if you don’t mind lending a hand?”
“Yes, Lord Jin we’ll go drop this off and be right there.”
Namjoon picked up the pace to keep up with Jin. They walked up a flight of stairs into the auxiliary kitchen where all the prep was done. Jin put the bucket down and heaved with exhaustion.
“Jin I-“
“Namjoon I need you to pour this bucket of cold water down this window when I tell you to, ok?”
“But-?”
“Shhhh,” Jin put a finger on Namjoon’s lips. “Count to 30 and then drop it.” Namjoon watched as Jin hurried down the flight of stairs.
25, 26, 27, 28, 29. 30. Namjoon picked up the bucket and dumped it into the window. Two seconds later he heard loud screams of pain.
“PARK JIMIN AND JEON JUNGKOOK, YOU WILL MEET DEATH TODAY.” Namjoon left the bucket abandoned and ran towards the commotion.
“IN THE KITCHEN AGAIN, DAMN IT JEON JUNGKOOK.” Namjoon reached the stairwell at the same time as other servants.
“GET YOUR HAND OF HIS DICK THIS MOMENT.”
Namjoon pulled Choa down with him as a plate crashed against the wall. He helped Choa to her feet only to cover her eyes with his hand as Jungkook ran out of the kitchen bare assed and Jimin ducked another plate going in the opposite direction shirtless.
“Good thing they’re fast right Namjoon?”
Taehyung pulled Namjoon by the shoulder as another plate flew in their direction.
The End.