"So... Do you want a space themed room or... whatever that is. Or the cowboy theme... I think this is underwater?" Yejoon was baffled by the options, intrigued and, sometimes, confused. "Who wants to sleep in a hospital room? I don't even want to know."
He shook his head, studying the screen still. Easier than looking at Sangwoo, made faking confidence just that little bit less of a task. They had come here easily enough in his car. No one was in the lobby, everything was done anonymously and over the screen. He liked that, but the sheer amount of choice was overwhelming in a strange way.
"Medical kink, I guess. You know, let's just go for the least obnoxious of all the choices... and definitely not the prison room." Cause he could already sense that sending all the wrong vibes. He frowned as he studied the options and then reached out, picking the Knight themed room. Mostly cause, you know, it was pretty fancy looking and didn't have loads of lights or anything stupid like that.
"This one seems nice, as much as these can seem nice." He selected it and it dropped out their room card and a receipt. Holding the card out, he offered it to Yejoon. "Third floor. Lead the way, Yejoon-ah."
"Yejoon-ah. I like that better." Yejoon smiled, taking the card and then walking down the hallway to the lift. He pressed the button and waited for the doors to open, looking at Sangwoo instead. "You'd have made a good knight, I imagine. Back in the day."
He wasn't sure why that image was suddenly in his head, but it seemed almost too real. Huh. "I can tell."
"It suits you a lot." Sangwoo got into the lift beside Yejoon and leaned against the wall, smiling at him and huffing out a laugh. "You think? My eomma said the same. She always complains I'm built like a knight - she feels like she's hitting armour when she slaps my chest. I told her to just stop slapping my chest but... eommas, you know? What are you gonna do?" He had always had dreams of being a knight as a boy. He and Minjun played that out a lot.
The rebellious prince and his valiant knight. It was the best game. The lift pinged and Sangwoo let Yejoon exit first. "You'd make a good prince."
"That's what I got called at school. I was never sure I liked it. I think it was just because of my family." Wait. He wasn't sure whether his family status should matter here, so he just shook his head. "And my father always told me not to play around like the other boys, so I couldn't and they thought I was prissy. Shame, the games looked like fun."
He was by now mature enough to look back and realise how much his father's influence had fucked him over, but whatever. He couldn't change it. He just waited for the door to open again and then stepped out of the lift. And, boldly, he reached for Sangwoo's hand as he walked down the hallway.
"I think you're a prince but a prince should still be allowed to play. I think you gotta mix with everyone or you'll know no one. And if you do, what kind of king would you be one day?" It was a metaphor, sure, but he felt it mattered a lot. The rich never came near his kind, if they did then maybe they'd change. Maybe they'd use their privilege for good... or they'd just go back to ignoring them.
Holding Sangwoo's hand, he squeezed it a little and turned his head, smiling at Sangwoo reassuringly. "I didn't get to play much with the other kids either so I feel you. We'll just have to make our own fun now we can, yeah?"
"Huh." Yejoon frowned, then nodded. "You are right. You are pretty wise." Was it silly to think that he hadn't expected that from Sangwoo? He didn't know the man, but he seemed - for lack of a better word - rough. He wouldn't have thought he would have such insight so easily, but he liked it. A lot. "You are the whole package, huh?"
How could he resist this? He stopped by the right door and used the card to open it, then entered, his eyes drawn to the television. Interesting. "Apparently we can order food or get a cheap costume or sex toys. Tempting."
Wait. "I mean, I guess food might be good? I don't know if you've eaten yet."
"I dunno, I don't think I'm that wise. I just listen to people. I think if you listen to people, you learn a lot." He never read a book, never studied in a school but he listened to anyone who'd speak with him. He liked to think that he knew a lot just from that alone. He ruffled his hair and then followed Yejoon inside.
Holy shit, this place was massive. It was like twice the size of his apartment. It was also just warm and cool looking. Awesome. "Swanky. Sex toys and costumes. That's one way to move forward." A bit much for a first -- whatever this was.
"I'm not hungry, it's all good." He hastily ate a bag of chips with Minjun outside so he was fine. Rushing over, he dropped on the bed and bounced a few times. "That's a nice bed."
Yejoon had to smile as he watched Sangwoo, endeared. He had such a completely unguarded way of living that he couldn't really understand, but that he found so very attractive. Really, everything about Sangwoo was attractive. Still, the thought of just... He wasn't used to doing things like this.
And there was something to this, something that made it dirty. He didn't want dirty for them. Sangwoo felt so special to him.
He walked closer slowly, but didn't sit on the bed just yet. "I don't go on a lot of dates, but I know this one is unusual."
"I dunno, depends where you're dating. This is pretty good in my books but then, I haven't dated since I was a teenager." He supposed it was too complicated and he hadn't really felt up to it. Mostly, he just wanted to hang with Minjun and do little else. "I'm used to like going to a park or an alley to be alone, not a comfy bed."
He bounced up and down a few more times and then waggled his eyebrows at Yejoon.
"It's kinda weird and dumb, this hotel, but that's what makes a memory, right? You remember the little stuff like that." He held out his hand for Yejoon to join him. "Come on, test how bouncy it is."
"I don't usually date. I mean. Kind of, but it's nothing like that. It's all arranged, pretty formal. Very boring." Also women. Always women. Hard to get him that interested in that. Yejoon exhaled slowly, then he gave a nod and moved over, holding Sangwoo's hand as he sat down on the bed. They were so close. They were touching. Part of him felt drunk from that alone. He wanted to feel Sangwoo against him and all over. But he also wanted to talk to him, look at him.
Be with him in every way. "You seem so familiar. It's strange."
"I know. It's hard not to feel like we're old friends, isn't it? I felt it when we met eyes the first time." He was his soulmate and he couldn't really tell him, could he? What if Yejoon wanted to go and enlist? Then what? He was fucked and without Minjun. "Maybe in another life, we were together in some way. I got this friend, Minjun, he believes that destiny is real and we've all lived before, all that stuff. Maybe he's onto something."
Squeezing Yejoon's hand gently, he turned to look at him. What a beautiful boy. He wanted to just hold him and protect him. "Maybe this is destiny, you and I? I kinda hope so. It means I got stupidly lucky, getting a cute boy like you."
"There are theories like that. Reincarnation and all that. I don't know, I never paid much attention to that." Maybe he should have, because right now it was definitely touching him more than any of the stupid business-related stuff he had to study ever could. "You are beautiful. Is that.... I guess I'm supposed to say handsome."
Whatever. He'd just roll with it. "I like your eyes. They are so soft. You have all the tattoos and muscles, but I can see that you are soft, really." It warmed him, just looking into those eyes. Put him at ease, even with how nervous he was.
"You can say whatever you like. I think I'm beautiful." Well, he did. He was pretty pro himself in many ways, he felt he looked good, was strong and smelled nice. All a boyfriend needed and more. With a small smile, he leaned forward and playfully bumped their foreheads together. "You don't mind the tattoos? Good. Cause I got a lot. Way too many." He and Minjun had a friend who owned a tattoo gun so they were always there, getting work done.
"I can say with certainty that you're beautiful. You're caring and sweet too, I can see that as well. You're nervous too, cause this is a lot and all. That's cool. We don't have to do anything, you know? We don't even gotta fuck. We can just talk. Don't push yourself." As much as he wanted to get laid, he didn't like forcing things either.
"I don't like the idea that I'm the only nervous one, so I'd rather not be nervous either." He could push past it. He'd been the one to initiate the kiss, the meeting, them holding hands. He reminded himself of that, it wasn't as if he was too nervous to get things done. He just had to be the daring one. Yejoon didn't want it framed as if he was just too overwhelmed to handle this, because he didn't want to be.
"I'm just trying to figure out what I want." So there. He looked Sangwoo over, thoughtful. "Do your tattoos mean something?"
"I'm nervous, if it helps. I mean, like, you know... not outwardly but I got butterflies." He didn't often have them but with Yejoon, it was crazy, it was like there was a storm inside him. He was excited and afraid and he didn't know where to place his energies. He just wanted to be with him.
He unbutton his shirt a little so Yejoon could see his lion on his chest. "Tattoos to me are expression of things that are very important in the form of art. Ambitions and desires. This is the king of the jungle. I always wanted to climb up the ladder so this is my reminder to keep trying." He didn't want to be black marked forever so he had to keep fighting for his place. He undid his cuff and rolled up his sleeve, showing Yejoon some more on his arm.
"I got a heart with my families names, I got my best friends name, I got 'always be proper' on here too. It's English, my friend wrote it himself on here. It's a reminder that I should always act my best. It's what my eomma said to me all the time." People might judge them but they could prove everyone wrong by acting right. "They stand for my family, my friends and my morals."
"Wow. I just have skin." Pretty bland, by comparison. Because here was Yejoon, unable to look away from the tattoos, at times even forgetting that they were on his skin and not just artwork. "They mean so much to you, I can see why." He reached out, gently putting a hand on Sangwoo's chest. "You are like a lion. I can see that. That would be the symbol on your shield, if you were a knight."
"I always say that I have the heart of a lion. And I gotta remember it, gotta live up to it. I'm gonna some day." He had tattoos all over him that said things like 'good life' and 'take the world' because all of his dreams were to just move up and have a better life. He had simple wants and he didn't ask for more.
"If I was ever a knight, I was your knight. I know, I can feel it. Explains why I'd be so willing to do anything for you."
"I want to do things for you too. I'm not just a prince!" Yejoon wanted to be protected, of course, but he wasn't willing to just be passive. He leaned forward and met Sangwoo's lips in a kiss, his fingers still on his chest. And that meant that he could feel Sangwoo's heart, beating at least as fast as his own.
Sangwoo kissed him back, amused by his defensive prince. He cared so much to be a man and take care of him, it kind of amused Sangwoo cause he didn't much need it. He felt like Yejoon did more. He pulled back from the kiss, grinning happily. "You have soft lips, they feel insane." He kissed him again, cause he could, just enjoying how he tasted and smelled. Man, he was so fresh - like aftershave and laundry powder.
Yejoon knew he was melting into the kiss now, but whatever. He started it. He smiled against Sangwoo's lips, feeling too much. His feelings were a mess. "I love you." He just whispered the words before realising how ridiculous that was. He'd only just met this man, he knew nothing about him, all he knew was that they could likely never truly be together, but yet... "Sorry. I don't know, it's like... I feel too much."
"No, I-- I get it." He felt a sudden surge of power and the lights in the room flickered before, once again, his stupid heart started to glow. His eyes widened and he swiftly tried to cover it up, looking at Yejoon with alarm. "It's not what it looks like, it's just -- this is weird, I'm sure it'll stop."
Fucking stop, he hissed as he tried to calm down but hearing those words from his soulmate made him surge with power.
"I... What is happening?" Yejoon looked around at first, assuming that something must be wrong with the electricity. But then he saw Sangwoo's chest glowing as his eyes widened. What? He swallowed, blinking. Why wasn't he more afraid? There was even a part of him that had expected this, as if this was supposed to happen. But how did that make sense? He had never seen anything like this.
"Maybe." He closed his eyes, focused and slowly, the magic dimmed away. "I got a bit of magic so... I guess when I'm nervous, it comes out. Don't worry about it." He didn't want to do this, to talk about it or go down the soulmate rabbit hole because he knew it wouldn't end well. He'd have to tell him things he didn't want to and he couldn't stand being rejected after everything. "Can we forget it happened?"
"I don't think I can forget that. That's amazing, I've never seen anything like that outside of performances." Magic wasn't something anyone got to see a lot. Unless, Yejoon supposed, one had magic. "Can you show me more of what you can do?" He was so curious now. "How does it work?"
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He shook his head, studying the screen still. Easier than looking at Sangwoo, made faking confidence just that little bit less of a task. They had come here easily enough in his car. No one was in the lobby, everything was done anonymously and over the screen. He liked that, but the sheer amount of choice was overwhelming in a strange way.
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"This one seems nice, as much as these can seem nice." He selected it and it dropped out their room card and a receipt. Holding the card out, he offered it to Yejoon. "Third floor. Lead the way, Yejoon-ah."
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He wasn't sure why that image was suddenly in his head, but it seemed almost too real. Huh. "I can tell."
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The rebellious prince and his valiant knight. It was the best game. The lift pinged and Sangwoo let Yejoon exit first. "You'd make a good prince."
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He was by now mature enough to look back and realise how much his father's influence had fucked him over, but whatever. He couldn't change it. He just waited for the door to open again and then stepped out of the lift. And, boldly, he reached for Sangwoo's hand as he walked down the hallway.
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Holding Sangwoo's hand, he squeezed it a little and turned his head, smiling at Sangwoo reassuringly. "I didn't get to play much with the other kids either so I feel you. We'll just have to make our own fun now we can, yeah?"
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How could he resist this? He stopped by the right door and used the card to open it, then entered, his eyes drawn to the television. Interesting. "Apparently we can order food or get a cheap costume or sex toys. Tempting."
Wait. "I mean, I guess food might be good? I don't know if you've eaten yet."
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Holy shit, this place was massive. It was like twice the size of his apartment. It was also just warm and cool looking. Awesome. "Swanky. Sex toys and costumes. That's one way to move forward." A bit much for a first -- whatever this was.
"I'm not hungry, it's all good." He hastily ate a bag of chips with Minjun outside so he was fine. Rushing over, he dropped on the bed and bounced a few times. "That's a nice bed."
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And there was something to this, something that made it dirty. He didn't want dirty for them. Sangwoo felt so special to him.
He walked closer slowly, but didn't sit on the bed just yet. "I don't go on a lot of dates, but I know this one is unusual."
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He bounced up and down a few more times and then waggled his eyebrows at Yejoon.
"It's kinda weird and dumb, this hotel, but that's what makes a memory, right? You remember the little stuff like that." He held out his hand for Yejoon to join him. "Come on, test how bouncy it is."
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Be with him in every way. "You seem so familiar. It's strange."
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Squeezing Yejoon's hand gently, he turned to look at him. What a beautiful boy. He wanted to just hold him and protect him. "Maybe this is destiny, you and I? I kinda hope so. It means I got stupidly lucky, getting a cute boy like you."
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Whatever. He'd just roll with it. "I like your eyes. They are so soft. You have all the tattoos and muscles, but I can see that you are soft, really." It warmed him, just looking into those eyes. Put him at ease, even with how nervous he was.
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"I can say with certainty that you're beautiful. You're caring and sweet too, I can see that as well. You're nervous too, cause this is a lot and all. That's cool. We don't have to do anything, you know? We don't even gotta fuck. We can just talk. Don't push yourself." As much as he wanted to get laid, he didn't like forcing things either.
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"I'm just trying to figure out what I want." So there. He looked Sangwoo over, thoughtful. "Do your tattoos mean something?"
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He unbutton his shirt a little so Yejoon could see his lion on his chest. "Tattoos to me are expression of things that are very important in the form of art. Ambitions and desires. This is the king of the jungle. I always wanted to climb up the ladder so this is my reminder to keep trying." He didn't want to be black marked forever so he had to keep fighting for his place. He undid his cuff and rolled up his sleeve, showing Yejoon some more on his arm.
"I got a heart with my families names, I got my best friends name, I got 'always be proper' on here too. It's English, my friend wrote it himself on here. It's a reminder that I should always act my best. It's what my eomma said to me all the time." People might judge them but they could prove everyone wrong by acting right. "They stand for my family, my friends and my morals."
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Well, they were in the knight room.
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"If I was ever a knight, I was your knight. I know, I can feel it. Explains why I'd be so willing to do anything for you."
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Fucking stop, he hissed as he tried to calm down but hearing those words from his soulmate made him surge with power.
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"Is it-- Is it magic, Sangwoo?"
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