powerboys | This is my coup d'etat

"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."

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"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."

Well, they were in the knight room.

"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.

"Is it-- Is it magic, Sangwoo?"

"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?"

"Uh, I imagine stuff and then it kinda happens. Some stuff, not anything. I started like a month ago so I can mostly just make light." He imagine catching a star for his sister and held up the light ball for Yejoon to see before making it disappear from his hand. "I can do that and -- I can do this a little." He made a class on the bedside table rise but it fell back down pretty swiftly.

"It's really new to me, my friend practises more than I do."

"Minjun." Yejoon remembered. "Is he the one that talked to you tonight?" Of course he had noticed, he had paid attention to little else but what Sangwoo was doing. He looked at him with awe, filled with wonder. "That's amazing. I've never been this close to a magic user. Not outside of dreams, anyway." He smiled, shaking his head. "You are impressive, I didn't know."

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Always getting me into trouble. And visa versa." Hence why he was in a hotel room with a hot, rich boy he had no right to be with who was kind of his soulmate. And he didn't think it was fair to keep that from him any longer. "I think -- I think you're magic too. You know that feeling? That connect we have. I think we're soulmates."

God, that sounded so dumb to say aloud but it was true. "And it doesn't seem right not to say it. We're connected, Joon-ah."

"Soulmates?" Yejoon frowned, unsure what to think. He had started to believe that it was an artificial thing, something used to make better soldiers, that the myths around them was just a way to make it sound better. But he knew he hadn't been chosen to be a perfect fighter. Far from it. And he knew that... "What does it mean? That we are connected?"

"I think my magic is stronger when I'm with you cause it's way harder to control. Usually it's a spark, with you it's a flame." With a shrug, he leaned forward and looked at Yejoon, frowning a little. "We're bonded, I think. Like the soldiers they always talk about. I think we were meant to be together." And he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not cause it could be pretty dangerous for Yejoon. "Maybe that's why we feel this way."

"That would explain it..." Yejoon looked at Sangwoo, suddenly feeling very uncertain in an entirely new way. What was he supposed to do with this? "If we are supposed to be together, then..."

How? How could they? He didn't have that kind of freedom. "Are we supposed to fight? I mean... If we are bonded, if we have magic, are we supposed to go out and defeat whatever threat there is?"

"We don't have to fight if we don't want to. People say we gotta but we don't. Only if we tell people." And he really didn't want to enlist. He didn't trust that it was a good idea. "They're just trying to keep us all under thumb anyway." He shrugged, not sure if he was about to get into an argument or something. Yejoon might want to do it but he was less sure.

"I'm sorry you have a soulmate like me but I'll do what I can to be worthy. I promise you that."

"I-- I don't know. I'm not a fighter. I never knew what I am. But--" But for the first time in his life, he felt a sense of belonging. He wrapped his arms around Sangwoo and pulled him close, as close as he could, until he was right against him, until he could feel his chest move with every breath. "I love you. I want that to be all that matters." Couldn't that just be it? Why was life so complicated?

"Then it is all that matters. We'll ignore the world as long as we can and I'll keep you safe." And, because he knew how this would go, he smiled and kissed Yejoon's cheek, hugging him tighter. "And you'll protect me, yeah?" Yejoon wanted to be a protector so he'd let him. He'd let him do anything really. He'd never felt love like this.

"Being with you makes me feel whole for the first time ever."

This is my coup d'etat

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