let's go again

The young royal rested in a chair besides the bed, looking from time to time outside the window, but most of the time keeping his eyes pinned to the one relaxing in his bed and observing his delicate features as he tried to sink further in the covers and sheets. It was quite funny, but he somehow understood how comfortable it must have been for a servant to relax in a royal room for a day. He realized the other was about to awake and tilted his head as he saw the sudden sitting up and tossing the cover aside.

He caught a glimpse of the other’s hurt expression and realized that he wasn’t in a really good shape to go back to work or in any shape at all so he stood up and walked towards the bed, picking up the cloth which laid on the other’s forehead until then, placing it in the bowl of water. “The macaroons are just fine, don’t worry about it.” he smiled softly and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the other. “No need to call me sir and don’t apologize for that. I brought you here after you fainted. You seemed to be exhausted quite early in the morning. You need to rest once in a while, you know.” he added as he resting his chin in his palm, his arm sustaining itself in the elbow on his knee.

“Don’t worry about anything today, just consider it a day off or a little reward for working so hard all the time. I guess you are hungry so I will tell one of the servants to bring us some food up here. Do you want anything in particular?” he smiled and got up again, walking towards the door slowly as he waited for an answer from the other. “And I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer to all I’ve said until now.” he kept on smiling looking at the other. Ever since he found out the truth about his past he softened little by little towards everyone apparently.

After listening to what the young royal had said, reassuring him a couple of times, Taemin still had second thoughts about it all. “But,” he began, his clammy hands playing at the soft quilt. “What if your family finds out? It’s degrading— a shame, think about what your family and close friends would think of you! This isn’t a good idea, and I might even get into trouble..” He sighed and nodded, chewing slightly on his bottom lip. The other male’s voice was calm, and soothing, a totally different contrast than the loud, boasting and arrogant voices of other royals that Taemin had been around. “Okay,” he says, finally agreeing, slowly attempting to lean back again in the bed.

“Just know that if you get in trouble because of me, that I’ll take the blame, okay? You’re more prosperous than me, so, you’ll be spared than I’ll be.” The words that flew out of his mouth made Taemin chuckle softly as it was true. Was this member of the royal family sick? He didn’t understand at all on why he was being so caring to somebody who was born to be scraping gum against a royal’s shoe. Taemin oftentimes told himself to wake up from this dream like situation.. Maybe he fell asleep when his mother was making the treats. It was reality, funny enough.

He had totally forgotten about his hungry self as he kicked down the blankets to touch his own stomach. “Aish,” he began, his fingers rubbing against his shirt, feeling the empty spaces in between of his ribs. It was almost like he can fit his fingers between them. Then, he pinched at his abdomen, being totally flat from the lack of food he ate and observed his washed-out complexion from staring at his hands. “Indeed I do need some food,” Taemin concluded, pulling the blankets up again. “Let’s see.. Some tonkotsu ramen sounds spectacular right now, but, I don’t want to seem picky. Anything is fine! We can even head down to the banquet downstairs.”

(Source: slave-taemin)

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Woot woot woot, I’d love to do some storyline talking.

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Sundown Syndromes

royal-sehun:

Just another garden party in one of those boring days when they had nothing to do. Gathering together to talk about the latest businesses and gossips, as all royals used to. Sehun started growing quite tedious of those encounters, especially to put up that idiotic mask again and again and answer with that not so visible fake smile of his, once in a while.

He excused himself when he felt he had to take a break from all the masquerade and got up from his seat, walking slowly down the path that led to the main entrance. He sighed, looking up at the sky, then turned his head around, scrutinizing all over the place. That was when his eyes stopped on the one figure which seems to be breaking down little by little. He stopped walking and narrowed his eyes, observing his pale complexion and widened his eyes when he saw him falling to the ground.

He rushed over to the place where the servant had fallen, calling one of the guards to pick him up and carry him to his room. He made a gesture to his father that he will take care of everything, while some maids started cleaning behind. Before he followed the one who had collapsed, he overheard one of the maids “His mother will probably get so worried.” making him turn around and looks at her seriously. “Just let her know he will be resting for the rest of the day.” he said sharply and went to his room, where he found the other laying on his bed. “Nts…overworking yourselves…” he sighed as he checked his temperature, then brought one of his hand towels from the bathroom, wetting it in the cold water and placing it on his forehead. At least he could stay away from the hypocrites outside.

The moment where Taemin had fallen, he had easily blacked out, unaware of what was taking place as he was lied down on the royal’s bed. The soft mattress had let Taemin’s body sink in, the cushion being being ultimately like a cloud. The smooth and delicate sheets clung to his body, resting against it softly. Although the boy was still unconscious, the overwhelming relaxation had increasingly left Taemin to feel tired than ever. His body was used to the old mattress he had, the fabric poking at his back and the quilt being itchy and heavy, but it was a totally different time in space where his body felt.. explainable.

It wasn’t moments before when Taemin’s eyes slowly began to open. The tickling sensation of the water dripping down the side of his forehead had awakened him, as he immediately scratched around the area. His mouth opened to a wide yawn, smacking his mouth in curiosity as his eyes had finally adjusted to the well-lit room. The late evening’s sun’s rays had peeked through the curtains, and had caressed against his relaxed self. Taemin blinked, his eyes searching around the room. The bedroom was neatly decorated, the furniture boasting in it’s appearance as it looked expensive. Hell— the whole room looked expensive! Then, it hit him, as he sprung up on the bed. “The macaroons!” he yelped, letting the damp cloth fall on his lap. A sudden throbbing-like pain shot up his back as Taemin growled, having his hand rub against the effected spot.

“I-I need to get out of here,” he began, panicking as his voice was shaking. He was physically and both mentally tired as it is, and the thought of having more work piled up or having a punishment frightened the boy terribly. His legs kicked at the sheets hurriedly as he tried to ignore his hurting back. Taemin wasn’t so great at trying to refrain from showing his facial expression as he was pained. “Excuse me,” he began weakly. “W-What happened to the macaroons? Is this your bedroom? Oh, I apologize for having myself sprawled across your brilliant bed! I-I didn’t mean to at all, sir!”

(Source: slave-taemin)

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I’M BACK BITCHES, I’M BACK

LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME

ok gonna start being seriouz nowz.