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chogisad · 7 years ago

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Shinning Armor | Sesoo AU

Summary: Sehun is the crown prince and Kyungsoo can't stand the sight of him frowning.

For as long as he can remember, Sehun loved the summer carnivals. They were lively, and they were loud, and despite the guard's wishes, he liked to get lost in the chaos of it all. He loved the stands full of local crafts, and the common people loved the praise of the crown prince.

When someone tries to poison his dinner, the entire castle goes on lockdown. He's confined to his room, every meal is tested, and all visitors are barred from entering.

On the day the king tells him he can't attend the festivities, Sehun considers renouncing the crown altogether. He's angry and his resentful remarks can be heard throughout the stone hallways of the castle but the king-- on the orders of the queen--is infallible. As Sehun nears his 24th birthday, the danger is too great. They have too many enemies. Sehun can't always be so selfish.

"Trade places with me, Kyungsoo," Sehun groans into his pillow. The high knight leans against the door, watching the sad prince with pity.

"Babysitting a melodramatic brat all day isn't necessarily any better," Kyungsoo says, and he sidesteps the cushion Sehun flings at him.

"Seriously. Be the crown prince, Soo. You can lounge all day, and I'll go out there and protect the kingdom."

Kyungsoo can't help but smile a little. He grew up with Sehun. They were both being trained for very different things-- one would take the crown, the other would protect it-- but their classes often coincided. Kyungsoo was present for all of Sehun's weaponry training. He saw the way Sehun's long, elegant fingers grew to master a bow and arrow, the way he could hit a speck of dust if he really tried. His skills with daggers and blades were impressive too-- deadly even-- yet when it came to swords, the chosen weapon of all knights, Sehun was more of a danger to himself than to an opponent.

"You couldn't brandish a sword to save your life, Sehunnie." Kyungsoo remarks, trying to lighten the mood, and Sehun only frowns deeper.

Kyungsoo can't stand the sight of Sehun's unhappiness. He grew up alongside Sehun, training and protecting him. He grew up around the young prince's contagious laugh, his charming smile, his loyalty, his knack for bringing out the best in people. When those details, those integral parts that make up the prince, are astray, even Kyungsoo is thrown off balance.

He knows he shouldn't. He knows he'd be breaking rules and codes and laws, but Sehun's smile loses some of its shine and it feels like the entire castle is grieving with him. Kyungsoo can't help himself.

"Run away with me." He proposes, looking down at Sehun, who's curling into himself on the bed.

"What?"

"I said, run away with me-- at least for a few hours."

Sehun narrows his eyes, distrust creeping into the amber irises and Kyungsoo hurries to elaborate.

"I know you love the lighting ceremony at the end of the festival. If you can make up an excuse as to why you'll be in your room all night, I'll escort you to the village and you won't have to miss it. We'll only be away a few hours."

Sehun blinks a few times before he's jumping to his feet. He tackles Kyungsoo in a hug and the older boy is forced to remind Sehun that they aren't kids anymore, that Sehun is a lot taller now. The younger boy ignores him and squeezes him tight.

"You're amazing. You're actually amazing." Sehun says, smiling so brightly Kyungsoo vaguely wonders if his face might hurt from it.

That night, Sehun feigns a headache and as the stars begin to appear, they make their way to the village on horse back. Kyungsoo knows in the dark he won't be recognized as easily but he still forces Sehun into black robes. He still hands him a bow and a hoist of arrows. He still double checks the prince has a dagger notched on his belt.

They mingle between the villagers and Kyungsoo knows Sehun will make a great king one day. There are still people selling goods and Sehun is charming. He keeps his head down but his compliments honest, and everywhere he goes, people are left smiling. When a little girl stares up at him with awe and recognition, Kyungsoo panics. Rather than hiding, Sehun kneels in front of her.

"Hello there," he says brightly, bowing his head to her. Kyungsoo watches with growing curiosity.

"Hello," her voice is small, unbelieving.

"Can you keep a secret for me, sweetie?" Sehun asks and she nods.

"I'm here on a mission for the king. Can you help me stay hidden?"

Her nod is more excited, brown eyes twinkling in the lamp light.

"Where will the lighting ceremony take place?"

She points north and Sehun curtsies, solemn and royal.

"Thank you. The king and I owe you a great favor." He says, placing three gold coins in her palm.

"Now get home safely for me, okay?" He motions her away, and the little girl bows once more before they lose her in the crowd.

"Did you just bribe a child?" Kyungsoo asks, unsure if he should be impressed or appalled.

Sehun shrugs. "I'm sure I'll have to do a lot worse as king," he says, jokingly, but Kyungsoo recognizes the edge in his voice.

They find a spot to watch the ceremony by the edge of the trees. Kyungsoo tries to focus, but his nerves are on edge. There are a lot of people, a lot of shadows, and despite the festivities, something sharper, ominous, rests in the air.

For a split second, however, Kyungsoo forgets his worries as his eyes fall upon the most beautiful sight he's ever seen.

Sehun outshines every lantern floating toward the heavens. He's smiling in wonder, entranced by the glitter and gleam of the lights, by the laughter and delight of the people he'll rule over one day. His eyes are alight with awe, and Kyungsoo watches as the dazed prince reaches for the lanterns, reaches for a little bit of their freedom.

"Its time to go, Sehun." Kyungsoo has to remind the prince a while later. Sehun understands; he knows even these good moments are momentary. He knows the privilege of the crown is also a weight. His smile is grateful, but downcast, and Kyungsoo wishes he could do more.

"Soo, I got you something." Sehun interjects before they reach their horses. From his cloak, he pulls out a small figurine and Kyungsoo's eyes widen.

Every detail is intricate. The tiny knight is made from a rich, dark wood. Even in the dim lighting of the waning festival, Kyungsoo can make out his own distinct crest on the armor, the emblem reserved solely for the High Knight.

"I guess the villagers got tired of carving me," Sehun jokes. Kyungsoo takes the figurine and smiles, wide, because he recognizes the wood. Sehun's chamber was mysteriously littered with the dark shavings before the dinner incident. He doesn't mention it and instead, bows to the prince.

"Thank you." Kyungsoo says, his voice deep, appreciative.

Their trek back to the castle is slower than from, with the stars as their only source of light. Kyungsoo is on edge because despite the quiet of the forest, something stirs in the air and the back of his neck prickles, like a foreign gaze has locked onto the two of them.

It all happens in an instant.

The horses neigh loudly just as the arrow misses Sehun by mere inches. His stallion, frightened, knocks him to the forest floor just as three cloaked figures appear out of the shadows.

"SEHUN, RUN!" Kyungsoo yells, before he upholsters his sword and meets the first assailant.

The moon bares witness to the clashes of silver. Sehun runs through the forest, his heart rampaging in his chest, begging him to go back to Kyungsoo. It’s the pull of loyalty, the pull of commitment, but Sehun knows Kyungsoo would never forgive him.

"IM RIGHT BEHIND YOU. KEEP GOING." Kyungsoo shouts and the forest echoes with the clangs of metal, with the crashing of armor. As he runs, Sehun reaches for his bow. He pushes forward and then whips around, kneeling, before his first arrow whizzes through the air. Its driven by instinct, driven by a need to protect, and it finds a clear target.

Sehun is about to notch another arrow when someone tackles him from behind. He rolls on the forest floor and goes for his dagger. The stranger is bigger than him, brute force and no tactic, and Sehun's body moves on muscle memory-- duck, hit, slash, side step, kneel.

But everything stops when Sehun hears Kyungsoo's painful gasp. His heart stutters, and the man takes the opportunity. His fist comes in contact with Sehun, and the breath gets knocked out of him. His vision turns hazy and a triumphant smile snakes across the stranger's face as he picks up Sehun's dagger, intent on delivering a final blow.

The man's arm slashes through the air, and Sehun can't do anything but close his eyes. The impact never comes and Sehun gazes upon a bleeding Kyungsoo, standing above the dead stranger. Kyungsoo drops his sword, and holds his arm, grimacing in pain.

"Y-you’re bleeding," Sehun whispers, eyes wide and fearful. He's still a little disoriented but he makes out the way Kyungsoo nods before he's motioning to the weapons littering the earth.

"Grab your bow. We need to get back to the castle. There could be more of them on the way." Kyungsoo grits out, and Sehun grabs what he can. He swings Kyungsoo's good arm over his shoulder and they stumble through the trees. Sehun tries not to think about how much blood Kyungsoo's losing, about the bodies they left behind, about the utter chaos that is about to ensue. Instead, he whispers reassurances to Kyungsoo, tells him he'll take the blame, that everything will be okay, that they'll be safe, and even Kyungsoo knows Sehun is also reassuring himself.

Half the guard gets sent out to scout the woods for any remaining traitors when the news breaks out. Sehun is present as Commander Junmyeon apologizes to the king for the actions of his knight. Sehun can't hold his tongue and after a lengthy lecture from both his parents, he's sent back to isolation.

He sneaks out hours later to visit Kyungsoo in the infirmary.

"The good news is: you get to keep your job," Sehun says as he plops down on Kyungsoo's bed. The high knight is pale, but alive, and still manages to try and shoo the young prince away.

"The bad news is: I'm still grounded." and like before, Sehun is pouting.

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, even if the movement makes him dizzy.

"You're not being grounded; you're being protected." He points out, fully aware that it'll make no difference to his royal stubbornness.

Sehun goes quiet and Kyungsoo looks at him questioningly.

"About before," Sehun's voice changes; it's shy, and his cheeks glow with a pink hue. "Thank you for saving my life."

Kyungsoo nods in response. "You don't have to thank me. That's literally my job."

Sehun frowns, exasperated. "You're not supposed to say that."

Kyungsoo doesn't understand the hit and miss at romance.

"But that's the truth…. As High Knight of Exordium, my job is literally to protect and serve the crow-"

"Oh, shut up." Sehun says, and without warning, he kisses Kyungsoo.

Its sudden and Kyungsoo's eyes are wide in surprise before he eases into the feel of Sehun's lips. Soft and warm, just like the prince, Kyungsoo can't help but notice that his heart is beating faster now, than it did in any battle.

But that's something he'll worry about later.

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sincelight · 7 years ago

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I know you're working on a different fic right now.. but when you get the chance, if you don't mind, could you write sesoo for this prompt, “I’m the grumpy teacher everyone hates, and I know it. You’re the perky new teacher who has decided to befriend me, and somehow isn’t scared of me. I don’t really know what to do with you”? I have no preference in who to be the grumpy one but yeah, thank youuu ^^

I honestly love this prompt so much…. I tossed in a little plot twist at the end that I hope you’ll enjoy!!

“And, who’s that?” Kyungsoo pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and squints. He’s been meaning to get new glasses for a few months now, and his current view of a blurry face is a soft reminder.

“Oh him?” The man sitting beside Kyungsoo, the gym teacher, Park Chanyeol, leans across the table and rests his chin on his outstretched arm. “That’s Kim Jongdae, he teaches history and is a lot of fun on the weekends unless you don’t like getting blackout drunk and waking up in his bathtub with one of your shirtsleeves ripped off.”

Kyungsoo smiles then looks back to Chanyeol, “Speaking from personal experience are we?”

The door to the teacher’s lounge opens and they both look at who enters; Chanyeol looks away quickly and clears his throat. “Ugh, don’t remind me. That was the worst hangover I’ve ever had.” He watches Kyungsoo’s eyes follow the man that just walked in, “Never did find my sleeve, weird.”

Kyungsoo is focused on the blonde man standing in front of the coffee set up at the other end of the room. He notices how he stands away from the others pouring their own cups of coffee and even shrugs off a greeting from a short female teacher. “Who’s he?”

Chanyeol makes a face, a kind of unhappy face that Kyungsoo wasn’t sure he was capable of making. He’s only known Chanyeol since he walked in this morning to find his classroom, but he can tell Chanyeol is the friendly, outgoing type of person he’ll be able to easily get along with.

“That’s Oh Sehun, and he’s the worst.” He brings his coffee to his mouth with both hands and slurps from the cup. “All the kids hate him,” he shrugs, “and I think most of the teachers do as well.”

“Why?” Kyungsoo inquires, eyes returned to watch Sehun as he takes his cup of black coffee to an empty table far away from anyone who might bother him.

“Well, he’s kind of a dick, for starters. Never wants to hang out with any of us when we go out for drinks, ignores us when we talk to him. He’s not a friendly.”

“Gonna go say hi,” Kyungsoo says offhandedly while he’s already up and walking toward Sehun, ignoring Chanyeol’s outstretched hand trying to stop him.

“Hi,” Kyungsoo smiles bright at Sehun, waiting for him to respond, or even just to look away from his book and up at Kyungsoo. “Um, I’m new and just wanted to meet everyone,” he continues when Sehun doesn’t acknowledge him, “so, hi.”

Sehun doesn’t look up, but Kyungsoo can see one of his eyebrows raise from behind where he’s got his face shoved in his book. Kyungsoo chuckles at the awkward situation. “What’s your name?”

Sehun does look up now and slams his book down beside his coffee, both eyebrows raised. “I’m sure you already know. I’m sure your little friend Chanyeol was all to eager to warn you about me.” He looks over to where Chanyeol is blatantly gawking at their interaction and lets out an annoyed sigh. “So if you don’t mind, I’d like to read in peace before I have to deal with school children.”

Kyungsoo releases his lip he’d been chewing on and rearranges his hands around the wooden backrest of the chair in front of him. “Okay,” he says happily, bright smile still intact, “well, it was nice meeting you, Sehun.”

After that short interaction between himself and Sehun in the teacher’s lounge, Kyungsoo makes his sole purpose, other than teaching children, to get Sehun to smile. Chanyeol tells him it’s impossible, that it’ll never happen, but Kyungsoo is a people person and he’s just not going to give up until Sehun lets down his walls and becomes Kyungsoo’s friend.

“Good morning, Sehun,” Kyungsoo smiles, falling in step with the blond teacher. He’s not sure where he’s following Sehun to, but he’s got time to waste before classes start. “Where are you off to this early?”

He can almost see the annoyance in Sehun’s eyes; his nostrils flare to let out a long sigh, jaw clenching tight.

“Not a morning person, huh?”

“What do you want?” Sehun finally snaps, stopping suddenly and turning to face Kyungsoo. “Why do you keep talking to me when I’m so clearly not interested?”

Kyungsoo frowns, unsure of exactly how to answer that. Why is he devoting so much time to getting Sehun to talk to him? Maybe it’s his crippling need for everyone around him to like him? He smiles. “I just want to be your friend.”

Sehun runs a palm down one side of his face, eyes slipping closed along with another sigh. ��But, why?” His eyes open and he looks distraught, like talking to Kyungsoo is physically painful for him. “Why me? No one wants to talk to me; my students hate me and the other teachers leave me alone. Why can’t you just do the same?”

Kyungsoo sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and takes a moment before answering, trying to come up with a reasonable response that he thinks wont further piss Sehun off. He studies Sehun’s face, annoyed, tired, really… handsome. “You just look like someone who could use a friend, is all,” Kyungsoo finally decides on. He shrugs, “Someone to maybe get that frown off your face every one in a while.”

Sehun’s top lip curls up as he contemplates Kyungsoo’s words. “Did you just proposition a friendship and insult me in the same sentence?” He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back, giving Kyungsoo an intimidating gaze.

“It was two separate sentences actually, but yeah, I guess I did.”

He can see it; Kyungsoo can see Sehun’s lips twitching, trying desperately not to crack a smile at Kyungsoo’s little joke. Sehun holds his resolve though, tightening his face and stepping back. “I don’t need friends,” he says with finality and then saunters off with a huff.

It’s free period for Kyungsoo and he couldn’t be more glad, the kids have been absolutely terrible today and he just wants to guzzle down as much coffee as he can in the hour before having to get back to it. Chanyeol pops in for a minute to refill his travel mug before heading off to his class and Kyungsoo finally tells him about his close call with Sehun and his smile earlier in the week.

“I bet fifty bucks you get a punch in the face before a smile,” Chanyeol says with enthusiasm as he holds the pot of coffee up to his mug. He glances over his shoulder at Kyungsoo with a stupid grin and chuckles at the glare he’s receiving from across the room. “What? I’m just being honest.”

“Go be honest elsewhere,” Kyungsoo deadpans, waving Chanyeol away.

As soon as the door shuts, it opens again. Kyungsoo nearly chokes on his drink; he so wasn’t ready to face Sehun again this soon. He opens his mouth as Sehun turns his back to him.

“Don’t,” Sehun says before Kyungsoo can even get the first syllable out of his mouth. “Just. Don’t.”

“I wasn’t even going to say anything,” Kyungsoo mumbles, looking down into his cup pathetically. To his surprise, instead of across the room, Sehun sits in the seat directly across from Kyungsoo. “Oh, so you’re sitting next to me now?”

Sehun’s eyes narrow; Kyungsoo thinks his eyes are pretty when they’re angry. “Only so I can see to stop you from talking whenever your mouth opens.” His eyes narrow further, angrier, and he sips slowly from his steaming cup.

It’s unbearably awkward, something Kyungsoo isn’t very experienced at handling. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and clears his throat before taking another drink of his coffee. He can’t do this, he has to speak, it’s too awkward.

“So, what book were you reading the other day?” He watches Sehun’s eyes slide up to stare at the ceiling as he lets out a long, slow sigh. “Sorry, I’m a curious person by nature.”

“You don’t say?”

Kyungsoo smiles at this; so Sehun does have a sense of humor. “So what was the book?”

Another sigh and Sehun sets his cup down to rub at both of his temples. “You mean the book you interrupted me from reading? That book?”

Kyungsoo purses his lips and nods, “That’d be the one.”

Sehun runs a hand through his hair and oh, he has really nice hair, Kyungsoo thinks, not damaged at all by the bleach. “If you must know, it was a self-help book my best friend gave me.” He watches Kyungsoo stare at him, clearly not satisfied with the answer. “You’re really nosy, you know that?”

“I’ve been told this, yes.”

“It’s to help me learn to open up and stop coming off so cold to people.” He says it while looking away from Kyungsoo, with a wave of his hand as if to say it’s no big deal.

Kyungsoo grins, “Have you tried like, just not being a dick?”

“Good one, yeah, you know I think I’ll write to the author and tell him to add that in somewhere.”

Kyungsoo laughs, under that angry, angry face, Sehun is actually kind of funny in a sarcastic, assholey kinda way. “You should, tell him to rewrite the book. Chapter one: don’t be a dick. The end.”

And then it happens, it appears to be against his will, but Sehun smiles and even lets out a severely stifled chuckle. He finally makes eye contact with Kyungsoo and, by some miracle, the small smile is still spread across his lips. “Wish I would have thought of that sooner. I think I’m cured now.” His smile widens and Kyungsoo is frozen in disbelief; how is this the same guy that walked in less than fifteen minutes ago? “Maybe now I’ll go around and bother people who clearly want to be left alone.”

The smile drops off of Sehun’s face quicker than it appeared and Kyungsoo stops breathing. He’s honestly a little scared.

“I’m just joking,” Sehun says slowly, eyes looking down at the table. He lets out a heavy sigh, “My best friend says I have an awful sense of humor that puts people off.” He shrugs, “Guess that’s why he gave me the book.”

Kyungsoo laughs nervously, unsure if Sehun is still joking or being serious; he honestly can’t tell anymore. He clears his throat, “Well maybe, uh, maybe keep reading it, yeah?”

Suddenly, Sehun laughs loud, the sound echoing in the small room. Is Sehun crazy? Kyungsoo is concerned for his safety.

“I’m just fucking with you,” Sehun says with a wide, devious smirk on his face, “I was reading the third Harry Potter book. It’s my favorite and you interrupted me and I was annoyed.”

Kyungsoo can feel his heart beat in his ears and he has to swallow the lump in his throat down before speaking. “You… you’re an asshole,” he says in disbelief.

Sehun stands, taking his cup with him, and shrugs carelessly. “Tell me something I don’t know.” He tosses his empty cup in the trash and turns the door handle, stopping to turn back to Kyungsoo. “Nobody comes between me and Harry Potter.” He does the ‘I’m watching you’ hand motion and smirks. “Remember that and this’ll be a smooth friendship.”

Kyungsoo perks up at that, a wide smile spreading on his face. “Friendship?”

“Yeah, why not? You’re kinda cool in a less annoying than all the other teachers at this school kinda way. Just remember,” he does the hand motion again, “Harry Potter.” He gives Kyungsoo one last smile and then exits the room.

Kyungsoo stares until the door clicks shut, unable to move, unable to get the idiotic smile off of his face. He suddenly scrambles to his feet, chugs down the rest of his coffee and throws it out on his way out the door. Chanyeol is so not going to believe this.

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