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Date: Nov 5th and 6th, 2025
Prompt: When [Person A] was seven, they held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid ([Person B]) met at the park. [Person A] never saw their childhood “spouse” again after that day.
Today [Person A] received a letter summoning them to a foreign county… where [person A]’s wedding to the heir to the throne fifteen years ago is seen as valid. (Please note I slightly changed the timing just to fit this! Og it said 20 i just changed it to 15.)
Fandom: BIGBANG & Stray Kids
Where: Pinterest
Genre: ???
Ship: Kwon Jiyong x Han Jisung (KwonSung??? (idk work in progress ig..))
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Ampang, Malaysia
June 30th, 2007
Jisung hated moving, his mom called him “cranky”, his dad called him “Jet lagged’ whatever that meant! He liked the new view, it was pretty. But that didn’t explain why he had to leave all his friends in Korea. It was summer! He was supposed to be out playing video games with his friends and having sleepovers! Not being the new weird kid in the neighborhood.
Jisung sat at the swings kicking at the woodchips that sat beneath his feet, his parents had told him and his brothers to stay together and explore, maybe meet a few people, handed them $50 and shut the door. His older sibling smirked and had dropped him off at the park and said, “Stay here until we pick you up!” And he didn’t get the chance to protest before his sibling started walking off.
He’d huffed, and looked around at all the kids, some were playing tag, going down the slide, hanging off the monkey bars, others playing games he didn’t recognize. He sighed, he wanted to go back home and just sleep, or even be on his phone. Still, he knew better than to wonder off, especially since he didn’t know the area, or even his new address. So he just went for the swings.
When the kids passed him, they gave him weird looks, one tried talking to him, but he had no idea what she said. He just looked at the girl and looked confused and a little sad and said softly, “Sorry, I don’t know what you said…” After the girl shrugged and skipped off, Jisung sighed. “Would’ve been helpful if someone told me they don’t speak Korean," he mumbled and looked down.
He didn’t know how much time had passed, all he knew was that he was tired, and really wanted to go home. What he didn’t expect was the squeak of metal next to him, someone sat down next to him. He glanced over hesitantly, a tall boy with short brown hair was looking curiously at him.
The boy looked a few years older than him, but Jisung couldn’t tell if he was about to be bullied, or befriended. He didn’t have a bad feeling, but the boy's eyes looked like he was analyzing him. He couldn’t place him, the boy didn’t look like all the other kids that were at the park earlier. “Can I help you?” Jisung hesitantly asked, it was highly unlikely the boy would understand him, but hey, not like he could say anything else.
The boy paused and grinned, “You speak Korean?”
Jisung blinked in confusion, “Yeah-! Wait, are you from-?” Jisung asked, suddenly extremely happy.
“Mhmm! Well, kinda, my mom is from Korea! Anyways, I noticed you’ve been sitting here for like, a whole two hours!” The boy with brown hair practically shouted with a big smile and gave Jisung’s belly a weird feeling.
He must be happy to meet someone that understands him! His mom and dad had said that once, so this is what they must have been talking about!
Jisung nodded a little embarrassed, “yep, just moved here- like a few hours ago.” jisung explains to the older boy.
“Well I’m Jiyong! Nice to meet you!”
“I’m Jisung, nice to meet you too!” Jisung smiled, finally sitting up straight. “What grade are you in?” Jisung asked, he looked older, but maybe they could go to the same school when it started.
“I’m ten so I’m in 5th grade!” the boy, Jiyong, said proudly.
Jisung nodded, “I’m seven! And will be 8 in September!” Jisung smiled, okay so not the same class but maybe the same school!
“Cool! You can call me Hyung, squirrel.” The older teased, smirking very smugly and the way Jisung only proved his point by puffing up his cheeks.
“Hey!” Jisung started but only ended up laughing.
Once they settled down, they began talking a bit more, Jiyong told him that he’d be moving soon and he didn’t know why. And Jisung told him everything from his pet rock to how his siblings both bully and protect them (“I guess it's a sibling thing?” they both came to the conclusion.)
When the sun started slowly going down Jiyong looked around, “Where’s your parents?” he asked, confused at why the smaller is alone.
“They sent me out with my older brothers, and they dropped me off here at the park and said they’d come get me…” jisung shrugged and swung a little, looking down, “I was gonna go back before you came over, but since we just moved here..” Jisung’s voice trailed off.
Jiyong's eyes widened, “Okay- uh!” he glanced around, slightly panicked, “okay can you wait like 5 minutes?”
Jisung looked up at him confused, “Uh-” then looked up at the sky, then back at his new hyung, “...Yeah..just five minutes right?” he asked cautiously.
“Yeah, really fast! Promise!” he held out his pinky finger.
Jisung hooked his own pinky finger with Jiyongs and smiled softly.
Jiyong paused, looking at Jisung and nodded before sprinting off, Jisung, for his part, took a deep breath and gripped the metal chains on the swing. He’s never been out this late before, he never wanted to be. The dark was scary.
Every few seconds he looked over in the direction where Jiyong went. Hoping that he’d come back.
It got darker really fast, Jisung could feel his heart pounding, the park felt different now. It didn’t feel like a fun place, like a place kids could come and play! Is that normal? Or was his seven year old brain just playing tricks on him?
Minutes felt like hours, soon though he heard footsteps, then it sounded like people running. His heart rate spiked, who was that? What was happening? Was it a monster?!
“Jisung-ah!”
Jisung looked up, “Jiyong?!” he yelled, and immediately winced at the tremor that was in his voice. Weren’t boys supposed to be strong and not scared? Ugh-
Jiyong appeared in front of him, his hands gently grabbing his wrist and pulling him close. Jisung felt something funny in his belly, like butterflies, weird. And his face felt hot, again weird? He pushed the funny feeling away when he heard Jiyong’s voice, “Hey stay close, kay? It’s dark.” Jiyong gently tugged him along with him, Jisung nodded and followed the older.
“Jiyong? Did you find him?” A woman’s soft voice echoed through the area.
“Yeah eomma!” Jiyong answered back, and glanced back, “I got my eomma and appa. They’ll help.”
Jisung let out a soft breath of relief, letting Jiyong lead him to the older’s parents.
Jiyong’s mom smiled the moment she saw Jisung — that warm, mom-kind-of-smile that instantly made your chest feel lighter. She knelt down to his height, brushing her short hair back behind her ear. “Aigoo, you must be the new neighbor Jiyong’s been talking about already,” she said softly, her Korean laced with a gentle Malaysian accent. “You were out here alone?”
Jisung nodded, cheeks puffing out again without meaning to. “My brothers were supposed to pick me up… but I think they forgot.”
Jiyong blinked, confused, did siblings forget each other often? That sounds weird.
Jiyong’s dad chuckled and ruffled both boys’ hair. “Alright, alright. Let’s get you home, little man. You can tell us where you live, yeah?”
That’s when Jisung froze. “Uh…” he started, his voice going small. “I don’t know the address…”
Jiyong’s mom just smiled again, patient. “That’s okay, sweetheart. Do you remember the name of the street? Or what the house looks like?”
Jisung’s brain scrambled to remember. “Um… big tree? Red car? A dog that barks a lot next door?”
Jiyong’s dad snorted softly. “That describes half of Ampang.”
Jisung’s face fell, and Jiyong quickly bumped his shoulder against his. “It’s fine! We’ll find it. My eomma and appa are the best!”
Jisung smiled, cheeks slightly red from the wind.
Jiyong grinned, glad he made the younger feel better. He squeezed the younger's hand a little, trying to reassure him.
The walk through the neighborhood was oddly peaceful. Streetlights flickered to life one by one, casting soft gold halos over the uneven pavement. Cicadas sang from the trees, and somewhere in the distance, someone was frying something that smelled really good.
Jiyong’s mom kept glancing back to check on them while Jiyong swung their linked hands like it was some kind of game. Jisung wasn’t sure if it was comforting or embarrassing. Probably both. Yeah, most likely it was both.
After a while, he suddenly pointed. “That’s it!” he said, spotting the house — or, more accurately, the glowing windows and the familiar car parked out front. “That’s my house!” He smiled widely
Jiyong’s mom looked relieved. “Perfect. Let’s make sure your family knows where you are.”
As they reached the door, Jisung’s heart thumped nervously again. He could already hear his mom’s voice inside, scolding his brothers for something. He turned to Jiyong and whispered, “What if she’s mad at me?”
Jiyong whispered back, “Don’t worry, the sound is probably because she's worried about you.”
Jisung slowly nodded and slowly lifted his hand to knock on his door.
The door opened before he could knock. Jisung’s mom appeared, eyes wide–slightly teary, phone still in her hand. “Jisung!” she gasped, “My baby!”
Before Jisung could say anything his mom was pulling him into a tight hug, Jiyong's hand slipped from his. “I’m okay eomma…” he hugged back.
Jiyong’s mom smiled and gave a polite bow. “He was at the park. We found him and wanted to make sure he got home safely.”
Jisung’s mom sighed, shoulders dropping in relief. “Thank you. So much. His brothers are in big trouble.” She sniffled a little, calling Jisung's dad over in relief.
“Sorry, eomma,” Jisung said sheepishly, but he was still smiling.
His mom shook her head and cupped his cheeks, “It’s alright Sungie, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
As the adults exchanged a few more words, Jiyong leaned close and whispered, “Guess we’re neighbors now, huh?”
Jisung nodded, grin returning full force. “Guess so, Hyung.”
Jiyong smirked. “See? I told you everything works out!”
And just like that, Jisung’s chest didn’t feel so heavy anymore. The weird new place didn’t feel so weird, and the night didn’t seem so dark. For the first time since moving, Ampang felt… less intimidating…
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The month had passed by fairly quickly. It was weird, Jisung had never found a friend this quickly! Normally it took a few weeks, or even months. But Jiyong had just slipped past whatever it was that made him awkward. Whenever Jisung was awkward Jiyong would giggle and help Jisung out, never once making fun of him.
The two were practically inseparable, everyday they’d meet up at the park—if it was raining they’d be dramatic about it the next day when they saw each other—they’d talk about random things, Jisung introduced him to his favorite stuffies (“Sir, snugglesworth is very clingy!”). They’d even talk about the weird things that happened at home, Jiyong had told him that his parents told his older brother was in something called an “arranged marriage” and they both had their guesses about what that meant. “Well I know marriage is what eomma and appa are doing! I think it's like playing house?” Jisung smiled and tilted his head in confusion, “I don’t know what the word “arranged” means though.” Jiyong smiled, “I remember that one! It was in my spelling words last year! It means like it's set up already- at least I think, I don't remember much of that, I fell asleep.” he casually said as he licked his ice cream. Jisung laughed, “Hyung! School is important!” “Yeah yeah yeah!”
Now they were sitting back on the swings talking, “I heard my eomma and appa talking last night…” Jiyong said sadly, pushing the woodchips underneath his sneakers.
“What about Yongie-hyung?” Jisung asked, suddenly worried, Jiyong never looked sad.
“Summer’s coming to an end soon, I’ll be moving either tonight or tommorrow… My appa said it was important.” Jiyong went to hold the youngers hand, sighing, “I don’t wanna leave you.”
Jisung’s breath hitched, feeling his eyes water, “Wha- leaving?!” Jisung felt hot tears roll down his cheeks.
Jiyong’s face went from sad to panic, “Jisungie! Hey!” he blinked and stood up pulling Jisung up and hugged him, “Hey, it’s okay. It happens, our- our parents are friends right? They’ll stay in contact! Right? That's what adults do?” He cupped Jisung's small face and wiped his tears softly.
Jisung slowly nodded, slowly opening his eyes to see Jiyong looking at him with wide panicked eyes, “What if they don’t?”
Jiyong frowned, “I- I don’t know…” the older blinked back tears of his own at the thought of never seeing Jisung again. Then an idea popped up, “what if we get married?”
Jisung tilted his head in confusion, “married?”
Jiyong nodded excitedly, “yeah! Your parents are married, and my parents are and my older brother is! And when you're married they stay together forever. Right?”
Jisung sniffled and smiled brightly, “So if we get married you can stay? Or like- if you go, we have to come together right?”
“Yeah!” Jiyong smiled, “Married people always come back to each other, they always come home to each other!”
“Okay! We can do it under the swings where we met!” Jisung smiled, wiping his tears with his free hand as Jiyong happily tugged him towards the swings.
The two boys faced each other and Jiyong hummed softly, looked around and smiled, “Wait one sec!” he let go of Jisung’s hand and sprinted towards the field. Jisung tilted his head in confusion.
Jiyong grabbed a lot of dandelions and sat down weaving and twisting the steams like his mom taught him, then got up running to a rose bush and grabbed two of them and ran back over, panting slightly “here!” He held out the two items.
Jisung took the first one, “It's so pretty! It’s made of flowers.”
“It’s a flower crown! My mom always calls me a prince! That makes you my princess! And every princess has a crown, and roses!” Jiyong smiled widely.
Jisung wiped away happy tears, and put on the flower crown and took the roses, “I love them! I always wanted to be a princess! They’re always so pretty!”
Both stood there for a few seconds, Jiyong took a deep breath, “Okay so from all the movies and tv I watch, there always needs to be something called a witness! Which means someone needs to watch.”
Jisung nodded, thinking back to all the tv hes watched, “and another person needs to stand right there,” jisung points to the spot in front of them.
Jiyong nodded and looked around, and saw a few kids, “Hey guys!” Jiyong asked to switch from Korean to Malay easily.
Jisung giggled softly, looking around, there were butterflies and white birds flying, Jisung felt like he was in a disney movie.
Three kids ran over, and Jiyong talked to them, and the three nodded and introduced themselves.
The two girls sat down to the right of them and the boy stood to the left of them, smiling and saying something, rubbing the back of his head. Jiyong translated for Jisung smiling, “He said he doesn’t know all the words, but he knows the most common things they say on tv.”
“That's perfect!” Jisung said, smiling. And thanking them.
The two girls giggled and held up their small phones asking if they could record.
Both Jisung and Jiyong nodded, not thinking anything of it. All weddings had cameras!
The boy said a few words and Jiyong said, “I do.” and then both looked at him and he nodded happily, “I do!”
The boy grinned and happily said something in Malay that jisung assumed was the whole, “i now pronounce you married” thing.
The girls giggled and asked a question and Jiyong looked panicked, Jisung looked at him confused, “What’s wrong?”
“A princess needs a ring- oh!” relief flooded Jiyong's face as he took off his necklace and unhooked the latch, sliding the beautiful dark metal off the silver chain. He held out his other hand, “Hand please.”
Jisung felt that weird thing in his cheeks where they warmed up, weird, but he ginned happily and placed his hand in Jiyongs.
The older smiled while he slid the dark ring onto the smaller second to last finger, which from tv they called the ring finger.
Jisung's eyes widened, “Whoa…it's a dragon!”
“Yeah!” Jiyong put the chain in his pocket and shrugged, “My family’s symbol? I think it’s called. My appa said to never lose it, so now it’s ours.”
Jisung smiled and wiped happy tears from his cheeks, “It’s so pretty Hyung..”
The girls giggled and whispered and then both of them made a kissy face.
Jiyong leaned in and kissed his hand, “There! All sealed! I’m yours and you're mine!”
Jisung smiled and immediately hugged him. “I’m super happy..”
Jiyong hugged him back, “I’m happy too…”
An hour later Jiyong and Jisung were back on the swings, the other three kids had gone home already.
Jiyong gently held Jisung's hand, “If I don’t show up tomorrow… don’t forget this, or me. Let's meet up when we're older.”
Jisung nodded and looked down at the ring on his finger, it was big, but he’d put it on a chain at home and wear it everywhere. “Promise? My prince.” Jisung teased, giggling.
Jiyong grinned, “Promise, my princess.”
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Seoul, Korea
August 4th, 2022
Jisung groaned at the sound of his alarm going off and knocking on his door. Why did the universe hate him?
He rolled over and turned off his alarm and called out in a sleepy voice, “Hang on!”
He whined, why was sleep impossible? He’d been studying most of last night, yes he was off because of summer vacation. But he was bored and didn’t wanna waste money, it’s hard to find a job on campus.
He sat up and stretched, his pj’s lose on him as he stood and sleepily shuffled to the door, with a soft but audible “Who is it?” crossing his arms, shivering as a weird feeling dropped in his stomach.
“Mail.” the person simply answered, their voice was sharp, straight forward.
Jisung paused, “Mail goes in the mail box.”
“Its a special case..” the voice paused and stopped talking.
Jisung took a deep breath, suddenly wishing he had a peep hole in the door so he could see. He opened the door and there, was a man dressed nicely, and spoke easily, “This is for you Mr. Jisung.” and handed him a wax sealed envelope, with a dragon on it. Why did the symbol look so familiar? Weird.
Jisung slowly took the envelope, glancing around and then looking at the guy in the suite, definitely tall, skinny but built. And Jisung thought he looked and gave off the same vibe as Sebastian from black Butler.
“Who still uses the envelope system?” Jisung asked rhetorically, and nodded, “Uh- thanks for bringing this to me.” the Sebastian vibe stealer, nodded and turned on his heel and walked down the halls and away.
Jisung just sighed and shut the door, walked over to his table and slowly opened his envelope, and began reading it.
“To Han Jisung of Seoul,
By decree of His Majesty’s Royal Council of Haneul,
you are hereby summoned to the capital within seven days to discuss the status of your union to His Royal Highness Kwon Jiyong, the Crown Prince.
Records and surviving witness footage confirm your exchange of the Heir’s Dragon Signet fifteen years prior, constituting a lawful marriage under Article IX of the Royal Matrimonial Charter.
Failure to appear will be considered ab
dication of your claim as Consort of the Crown.”
He read it once, twice, thrice, hell whatever the fuck was times a million. And dropped the letter onto the table and laid down on his couch, “...nothing's ever going to let me sleep. Is it?” he asked himself then shrugged, “Sleep first, panic later.”
Jisung pulled the blanket over his head and snuggled into the couch, this was future Jisungs problem.
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Jisung blinked awake, he felt warm, refreshed, and finally ready for the morning—well afternoon now.
He sat up on the couch and rubbed his eyes, yawning and stretching, finally, some peace and quiet. He glanced down and saw the letter, smile fading, right, that thing. He slowly reached for it, but paused halfway to the table, “maybe food, shower and coffee first…” he muttered, and then nodded to himself, "Definitely coffee before royally screwing myself over…”
He pushed the blanket off himself and stood up, stretching again, taking as long as humanly possible to get to his room, take a shower, get dressed, and go to the kitchen to at least make himself coffee. So instead of it taking his normal 10 to 15 minutes to do all that, it took around an hour. (His poor water bill was going to be so high this month because of that.)
When he finally sat back down, he stared at the letter hoping, wishing, and praying that this was some kind of joke, prank, or anything in between. He shut his eyes again, thinking maybe by some miracle it would disappear. It didn’t.
He groaned, and finally picked up the letter and re-read it, once, twice, a third and forth time just to be sure!
A summons…because he was legally married…
To a prince…
At seven…
Fifteen years ago…
Seven!
Should he be screaming? Crying? Happy? Scared? Or E all of the above?
He turned it, no return address, nor did it have directions. Great! Yeah, because having directions to a place you’re being summoned to would be so inconvenient!
Seven days? He has a week to go to a place he didn’t even know existed a few hours ago, not only that, he has to find out how to cope with the fact that he's been married since he was seven, so yeah, what a great day.
He tossed the letter back onto the table and covered his face with both hands. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Would researching this place or Jiyong’s name make him panic? Or make him feel better?
Jiyong…
He hadn’t thought about him in a while… that's what was best, digging up his name meant digging up memories, memories meant he’d miss him… and now, at twenty-two, it felt silly! He's an adult now, college should be his main goal, his main focus, yet here that letter sat. Apparently Jisung really was his princess, and Jiyong kept his promise.
Jisung’s hand moved to the ring that he’d kept on a chain since that day, and shut his eyes:
“If I don’t show up tomorrow… don’t forget this, or me. Let's meet up when we're older.”
“Promise? My prince.” Jisung teased, giggling.
Jiyong grinned, “Promise, my princess.”
Jisung felt a small tear roll down his cheek and whispered, “Promise.”
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Forty-eight and a half long hours later, Jisung was slumped in an airplane seat somewhere over the Mediterranean, halfway to a country he hadn’t even known existed three days ago.
He’d spent the first few hours after receiving the letter in pure denial and panic. The next three to four? A deep-dive internet spiral worthy of a PhD thesis. Apparently, Haneulria was a small but ridiculously rich coastal kingdom tucked between the Mediterranean and the Black Seas — known for its dragon crest, outdated marriage laws, and equally outdated expectations of royal behavior. To which he’d backed up and almost panicked if that meant he couldn’t see Jiyong because they’re both male. (Not that outdated, they’re with the times thank god.)
Then came his panic phase: eight hours of crash-coursing the language, customs, government structure, and royal etiquette. (“Bow 45 degrees, not 90, or you might offend someone and accidentally start a war,” he’d mumbled into a YouTube tutorial at 3 a.m.)
After that, things got messy. Booking a last-minute flight. Selling off what he could. Packing half his closet, while panicking trying to remember where on earth he put his passport, (somehow it ended up in a Danganronpa backpack??). Calling his mom, his manager, and Chan — all of whom had different but equally unhelpful reactions ranging from “Are you sure it’s not a scam?” to “WAIT—LIKE THE Kwon Jiyong?!”
And now, here he was. Plane humming. Brain fried. Life in shambles. Married. To a prince.
He took the chain around his neck off and slid off the ring, looking at it, smiling faintly before putting it on the same finger Jiyong did fifteen years ago, underneath the swing set they met on.
He shut his eyes while leaning against the window, exhaling slowly. “Yeah,” he muttered to himself. “Totally normal Tuesday.”
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By the time the plane landed Jisung’s back was stiff, he had a headache and was trying to remember why he dreamed in a different language. After blinking and looking around at the few people that were shuffling around, grabbing luggage from overhead, the memories from the past seventy-fourish hours came flooding back in. Right.
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Well, it’s time for the most dramatic/life-changing event that's going to happen for at least a while. Jisung slowly followed everyone, grabbing his backpack that had a few clothes, hoodies, an extra pair of shoes, phone, phone charger, headphones, his toothbrush and hair brush, and just in case… the letter.
As he exited the plane he pulled his hoodie up, he’d only gotten a letter, he didn’t know if they’d even told people what was going on. So just to be safe, he hid his face and walked towards the front doors.
As he stepped out he paused to look up at the beautiful sky. “Whoa…” he muttered under his breath, slowly turning, trying to think. Where the hell was he supposed to go? It’s not like they told him where to go, nor did they say anything about meeting.
Okay, so he had time, I mean the letter said he had a week and it had been a little over three days, maybe he could explore a little before trying to do anything. I mean if all goes to hell at least he’d have pictures and have a few good memories of this place.
So he started walking, he couldn’t spend much, the plane ticket cost a lot of his savings (he almost cried), so he wouldn’t eat or do much except take pictures and maybe sit down on a bench.
The buildings looked old, though it was obvious it was well kept, like people actually took pride in their businesses and homes here. It was really refreshing if he was honest. He moved to the side walk and stretched, he really should stop falling asleep on planes, “You’d think I’d learn from when I was younger.” he mumbled to himself, chuckling as he adjusted his bag.
This was the first time he actually got to calm down and slow down to think about everything. And wow, he felt like he was in a K-drama… did he really just jump on a plane for a guy he hasn’t seen in fifteen years? The character he’s always yelled at when reading or watching on tv. He felt like a cliche… “Wow, I really did do that.” He mumbled and huffed out a laugh.
He didn’t even think about what Jiyong would look like, the thought of even looking at a picture of Jiyong when he was researching, didn’t even come to mind. Maybe that was stupid? Oh well, honestly, if anyone even calls his name here, he’d duck, cover, and run. Because how was he supposed to face Jiyong? After fifteen years, not to mention the fact that he was royalty… Royalty!
He’d met a prince! Not to mention he’d met a queen and a king- oh god he hadn’t even thought about that! Nor the question of why the hell Jiyong was even in Malaysia at the time. He hadn’t questioned any of that stuff when he got the letter, now he was.
Jisung leaned back against one of the buildings he was in front of, holy hell, he needed to chill. It's been a long 3 days, and he should probably eat soon.
He shook his head and took a long deep breath, “Don’t panic,” he said reassuringly to himself. Closing his eyes for a few minutes, his joints ached from the position he slept in on the plane, and his headache had gone from a dull throb, to a soft pounding from his overthinking.
Once he opened his eyes, he straightened out and started walking again. Flags waved in the wind, the flags were beautiful and simplistic. A silver dragon spiraling around a blue sun.
Jisung paused and looked down at the ring, the dragon was twisted around the dark metal, the same kind of dragon that was on the flag.. Jisung inhaled a sharp breath without meaning to, wow, he’s basically been branded for fifteen years and instead of being freaked out about it, his cheeks decided to flush, while his heart started beating faster, and joining in on it, his stomach felt like it had butterflies again.
Well possession is a new thing he didn’t know he liked.
Jisung had decided he’d take that new found thought, and place it in the back of his mind, like he didn’t know about it again.
Continuing on his path, Jisung pulled out his phone and paused to take a picture of the pretty and well kept buildings, along with the flags.
About an hour later he’d come to what looked like the main circle of town, there were hundreds of people, some selling, some buying, some trading, while others walked and talked, and the kids played. It looked like something out of a movie, it was amazing.
Everything here looked… Peaceful…
Even if everything ends badly, or there are issues, or legal drama, he's still glad he came. The scenery was so surreal, it was easy to tell that people were taken care of, that people weren’t hiding anything big. These people were genuinely happy…
“Jiyong, your kingdom is beautiful..” he thought to himself, as he slowly made his way through the crowd of people, making sure not to trip or run into anyone.
Though apparently he wasn’t careful enough, because not even five seconds later, Jisung felt someone run into him. Stumbling over he caught himself, scraping his hands and knees in the process.
Jisung immediately turned to apologize and saw it was a little girl. The crowd had froze, staring at the both of them. Jisungs eyes widened, “Ohmygodimsosorry!” he rushed out, turning and standing, while stumbling a little. He immediately held out his hand to help the little girl up and make sure she was okay, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? I’m so sorry.”
The girl, and other people around them, looked surprised to see a tourist know their language. The girl nodded, and slowly took his hand and smiled softly, “It’s okay, I’m the one who should be apologizing.” She stood and rubbed the back of her head, a little embarrassed. “ I should’ve been looking where I was going. Are you okay mister?”
Jisung nodded, and she looked down at his hands, “You sure?” a woman called from the crowd, stepping forward, smiling softly at the young boy.
Jisung chuckled and nodded, “I trip a lot when I’m at home, I’m used to it.”
The woman nodded,“I’ve never heard a tourist take the time to learn our language.” She smiled.
Jisung blushed, a little embarrassed, most of the kids and adults went back to chatting, others still watched, just not as obviously. “I like learning.” Jisung said simply. He wasn’t entirely sure if they knew everything yet, hell, he didn’t even know everything yet.
Jisung looked over at the girl again, “are you sure you're not hurt?”
The girl nodded, “Yep! You're cute, where are you from?”
Jisung flushed at the compliment, “oh uh- Korea.”
Both the woman and girl smiled, “Ah, here to visit?” the older asked.
Before Jisung could answer her question, a bell rang, startling him. The two across from him smiled, “Ah! The prince is coming out for his daily walk.” the woman said smiling, “he’s quite nice, and lovely if you ask me.”
The girl nodded, “Yes, yes! Unnie! Great idea!”
Jisung’s eyes widened, he could feel his heart start rapidly beating in his palms—or was that just from the scrape? Regardless, what if said prince sees him? First off Jisung looks like the definition of scatterbrained college drop out/runaway. And second, seeing him now, now that it’s real? That was terrifying.
By the time Jisung had made up his mind and decided to hide, the crowd was already parting, smiling, and greeting the man just a few feet to the left.
Jisung froze, messing with the ring on his finger, twisting it back and forth… he had a choice, stand here like an idiot and let Jiyong see him, not be a coward and face him and have a very public announcement, or just be a coward and run… the clock was ticking…
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Before Jisung could even decide to do anything he heard the girl gasp, and the woman looked confused. Jisung looked up and saw her staring at the ring, the woman followed her line of sight, gasping just like the younger.
A few people did the same, parting for him, opening a path that led directly to the prince… Jisung froze as the crowd went silent, their eyes wide, whispers dying in their throats…
Oh fuck…
Jisung's breath hitched when he saw Jiyong standing there, eyes locked on him…
Jiyong looked a lot taller… same dark brown hair, trimmed, but more suited to a prince. Less messy. Clothes neat and stain free.
Jisung gulped, “what the hell I'm I supposed to do?! I panicked too long again! This is real life, not a K-drama! There is no cut scene to take care of a situation like this!!” Jisung's headache ever so helpfully intensified, as his brain very helpfully supplied, “oh god, he's hot now.” He flushed, face heating up as if the universe just shoved fifteen years of memory and hormones at him all at once.
He blinked once and heard Jiyong's voice… soft, not too deep, like he was trying not to scare him off, “Jisung..?”
Jisung nodded dumbly, because what else was he supposed to do?
Jiyong crossed the road in a few strides and pulled Jisung into his chest, “holy shit..” the older whispered into the shorter’s hair.
Jisung's breath hitched, tears flooded his eyes before he could stop them. All his panicked thoughts had faded, from his head, replaced by one thought, “I'm home.”
His arms tightened around Jiyong instinctively, heart hammering, tears pricking his eyes. Fifteen years of missing him, fifteen years of wondering, and now he was here, finally, in Jiyong’s arms.
“Your Majesty-” one of the assistants called out, taking a step forward.
Jiyong turned and gave him a look and turned back cupping Jisung's face, “hey,” he whispered lowly, “let's continue this in the Palace.”
Jisung nodded a little, “just don't let go.” He whispered. This felt unreal… fifteen long years and he finally… he's finally back in Jiyong’s arms…
Nothing else mattered anymore.
“Never again,” the taller muttered, pressing a small kiss to his forehead.