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In a modern society where omegas are the lowest rank. Omegas are often mated to alphas and then they become house wives or pure breeders. They don't hold much of a social status. Their social status rely solely on their mate, and even so, they aren't anything more.
Betas are the white collars. They are the middle rank. Betas can choose to marry an omega and live a civil life or they can take a decent positions in society and become technicians, doctors, lawyers and such.
Alphas are the superior rank. Most alphas become governors, officials or upper guards. Some remain in business and become CEO of multiple chains depending on their preference.
The Alphas were the leaders.
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Baekhyun is the lethal red prince. The king's eldest son. Baekhyun was known for his cold demeanor and occasional flirtatious remarks. It was a stark contrast against his flaming image but the public adored him. You could say that Byun Baekhyun was a dream. He was a walking enigma, a metaphor for beauty and grace. His hips always seem to sway in a motion that seemed sensual but his broad shoulders always spoke other wise. He had the hearts of the civilians, the worship of the army, the nation beneath his feet, and yet he had never felt like he was soaring.
Baekhyun felt like even if he has the entire world in his palm he has nothing in it to cherish.
Chanyeol was more of the quiet one. He was Baekhyun's brother with a different surname. The king adopted Chanyeol from a distant cousin after the king had thoughts that Baekhyun - the small petite boy was not going to make it through the harsh training to not just be an alpha but of a worthy king. They were proven wrong when the red hair boy was throwing men three times his size onto the battle floor by the shy age of twelve.
Unfortunately, they didn't un-adopt Chanyeol either. In fact, the boy was next in line for the succession. Baekhyun can't tolerate that.
Chanyeol was more like Baekhyun's shadow. He was always behind his brother. He didn't speak much, but people could tell that Chanyeol was not one to be provoked. The tall alpha exceeded in everything. He was fluent in five languages and was well equipped with political, social and economics. He was tall, good looking and most of all he had a well built frame that would made any alphas envious.
But Park Chanyeol was always one step away from Baekhyun. Despite his great achievements he has never done anything to make himself stand out more than the red prince. It was almost clear with who was going to be king.
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This is their usual routine. The two princes are to follow through with their training and lessons. In the past they did their lessons separately. It wasn't until recently that Baekhyun has found the other appearing more in his space. Today was no different. The two prince stride down the corridors in their glorious attire. Chanyeol was adorned in rhinestones from the belt of his blazer down to his waist. He is cladding in black, hair brushed back,looking devastatingly handsome. Baekhyun's kohl lined eyes wanders to the side. The loud gasps that comes from the royal house keepers was not subtle and annoying. The red hair prince did not need to look fully behind to know the cause of this nuisance.
Baekhyun takes a slow halt. His chin raises a little, letting his crimson locks brush naturally over his left eye lid. "Chanyeol."
The elder always had an authoritative tone in his voice. It was enough to stop the commotion as silence fell upon the corridor.
Chanyeol slows down and crooks a questioning brow. "Yes?"
The blonde prince does not receive a response back. He just watches his brother continue ahead, leaving the confusion behind.
...
Baekhyun's relationship with Chanyeol is somewhat grey and indefinite. Words were barely exchanged between the two unless required.
Baekhyun did not see Chanyeol as someone whom he should be too close with. He had never once considered Chanyeol as a 'brother,' much less than a friend. To the red prince, Park Chanyeol was the knife against his throat.
His turning point.
Baekhyun has always been walking on a thin line. The expectations on his shoulder mounts to the weight of the world. The elder does not remember how to cry. The last time he did was the first and final. In the palace, Baekhyun had understood that there was no one he could trust. No one to turn to. He was all alone, fighting a battle for his own breathe.
The royals are watching him.
His people are watching him.
The entire world is watching him.
His one and only comfort was ripped away from his arms. At a very young age Baekhyun watched his mother become stripped of her royal articles and thrown into a dirty pit, ravished by the Japanese men whom the king has found an alliance with in politics.
Baekhyun was nine when he watched his mother - the king's concubine be tramped by six men that were nothing but a pack of wolves. He watched from above, right next to the king. He couldn't move. He couldn't cry. He couldn't do anything, not even plead for his mother to be free. The king's laugh and his mother's cry still resonates in his ear. Baekhyun still remembers how his knuckles fastened behind his back. Jaw tightened and his eyes receding red.
When Baekhyun was twelve, he had finally understood why his mother had killed herself. It wasn't from the long disgrace and torture of the king. It was for him. There was a tradition. A royal procedure. The king is the select one concubine per month and spend the entire week with them to tend their heat. Some consort were unfortunate and had to take suppressant. Taking on another lover was out of the question. Although some did and were caught. Death was always ensured. That night his mother had ended her miserable life, she held him in his arms and told him to run far away. She knew. Of course she did. She was the only person that loved him after all. But where could he run? Could he run away and live a normal life? Maybe even find someone to marry? Where could an omega go in a society that doesn't hold much of a value towards them? He would be more miserable. His life would not be any different compared to the palace.
His mother gives him a wistful smile,
And then she was gone.
When Baekhyun's mother died, the king had no more reasons to visit. To the bastard his mother was nothing more but a royal breeding machine and a play mate in his bed. His mother did what was the best to protect him. With the king's absence Baekhyun was able to cover his scent. He would extract scents from male rabbits and wild boars just to mimic the scent of an alpha. He would tie his waist hard. His clothes were always layered thick and he had a herb that would help him surpass any coming heats that may be coming. His body was always covered in the thickest, muskiest scent.
He wasn't going to make it easy for others to tell.
He had to do everything to protect himself.
He had to live.
Baekhyun was not surprised when his other half siblings were either found murdered or married off at a young age to a far away country and used to be a breeding tool. Baekhyun was the third last child of the king. The previous four had passed away from accidents, miscarriage and even executions. He was told to be the next in line. He was the eldest after all. It should have been Baekhyun. Just Baekhyun. But then Chanyeol came. When the red prince was fourteen Park Chanyeol moved into the palace. The taller was said to be a distant relative and he was adopted in simply because the King did not see any worth in Baekhyun. With the arrival of Chanyeol the country was divided into two parties. The Northern and the East. The people in the North depended on Baekhyun. They needed him to become king, needed him to make their lives better. The Far East was not going to let that happen. They have been eyeing the Northern side of Korea for the longest time. They were richer with soil and better off in agriculture. If Chanyeol ascends the throne then Baekhyun would be reduced to nothing, not even a royal. He could reduce him to a civilian and Baekhyun would not be able to fight back. His people would suffer, his supports may have to live in poverty if the East dominates the whole area.
There's just so much that could happen and Baekhyun could not allow it.
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Today there was going to be a meeting with the governors. Chanyeol had to leave the palace to attend the world knowledge conference on behalf of the king. It was nothing unusual. The king stopped attending to the countries matter and left everything in the hands of the princes long before they can remember.
Chanyeol and Baekhyun are aware. The king was putting them on a trial by dumping all the country's matter into their hands. He would take all the credits and present himself well in front of the public, when in reality he is relieving himself in cocaine and prostitutes.
Everyone in the palace know. This was just one of the many things that the king would do. And even so, no one would dare to speak up.
...
Baekhyun was brought to the fitting room. His dresser is always the same person. Oh Sehun. The latter always had a stoic expression and does not talk a lot. Baekhyun doesn't mind him. Sehun has been with him since he was very young. He has never made any comments on the tie around his waist or the musky alpha scent that's mixed with the sweetness of his omega.
Sehun had always kept things to himself. Or more like he kept everything away.
Baekhyun was sort of fond of him in that aspect.
"Your majesty, please." His royal dresser holds out his hand and the prince accepts it by putting his own hand in. Sehun guides him to another room where it was more secluded. He had always used a private room and Sehun as his dresser. The red prince never allowed for a change.
"Tell me Sehun. What do you think." The stash of his robe is slowly pushed off his shoulder.
"What is it that you mean your majesty?" Sehun's eyes tries not to wander along the pale expansion of skin but it is very hard to do so when the red prince is so ethereal. Even after years of being the red prince's dresser, Sehun still has difficulties.
The dresser draws in a steady breathe and answers. "It is lovely your majesty. As always, your grace does not fall."
The red prince tucks his slender fingers underneath the alpha's chin. His eyes are crinkling in, pearly teeth showing beneath his rosy tiers. "When you don't talk I like you. But when you talk, I like you more."
Sehun's stoned facade breaks for a second when a dust of pink crosses his cheeks and his eyes darts down.
The prince laughs. "I'm just teasing you." With that said Baekhyun raises his arms and slips the sleeves of his red robe layered in gold flakes and gold beading on the hems. The crown was something that the royals did not need to wear unless it was necessary but the prince was informed of a ball that the royals are expected to attend for the welcoming of another king's visitation. The crown weighs on his head.
Sehun bows and moves away slowly while Baekhyun inspects his reflection in the mirror.
He looks magnificent.
Powerful and sensual even.
His moment is short lived when he is interrupted by a knock against the door and then the creaking to signify the presence of the other. He knows who it is without having to turn his head. He always does. "I didn't say you could come in Chanyeol." Sehun takes this as a signal to retreat. He sends a bow to the other prince and then leaves the two rivals alone.
"I did knock." Chanyeol chuckles and moves towards the mirror standing right behind his brother. "You look beautiful Baekhyun."
There's something about the alpha's tone that sends a small shiver down the red prince's back, but he doesn't show the other prince how affected he is.
"This room has always been mine. Leave."
Baekhyun can feel Chanyeol's smile from behind.
"Would brother kindly share his room just for today? Mine is currently occupied by the king."
That was enough to bring a scowl to Baekhyun's delicate features. "Alright. You take it. I'm leaving."
The red prince is about the leave.
But his wrist his captured.
"No. Stay."
Baekhyun turns his head to his left shoulder.
"Help me with dressing. I know you don't like it when others come into this room so I didn't ask my dressers to come in." The long digits around his wrist is starting to burn Baekhyun's skin. The taller is answered by a soft sigh.
Chanyeol's fitting is not complicated. Baekhyun notices that Chanyeol usually prefers easy wear. When there was nothing going on in the palace then he would wear an oversize hoodie. Sometimes the taller would wear the same hoodie or sweater for 3 days straight. Baekhyun does not blink when he changes his brother. He pushes the shirt off the Alpha's broad back and carefully slides the new one on. The backside of his fingers unintentionally grazing against the marble skin and the Chanyeol takes note of how soft those fingers are. His final piece is the gold robe. A perfect match with the red prince. The crown that nests on the taller's head is incest with heavy diamonds and sapphire from the east. It is their most valued jewelry and the desperate measures that the far east takes almost makes Baekhyun want to scoff. The taller straightens his frame and Baekhyun looks away in disinterest. Chanyeol smiles at him but Baekhyun doesn't return it.
There were no more words said after that. Chanyeol leaves the room first and Baekhyun is left behind with the realization that this is the most that they've spoke and the warmth of Chanyeol's hands still lingers on his wrist.
...
The meeting takes place. Baekhyun is cracking a smile and its making his jaw hurt. They are meeting with the King from the west and the only thing that Baekhyun could take in was of how the neighboring princess was danging herself off Chanyeol. The blonde prince didn't seem to particularly mind. Of course he wouldn't. There was a girl on his arm. Except that girl looked a bit underage and he surely hopes the other doesn't make a mistake. Chanyeol turns his head and the princess takes her chance to peck his cheek.
Baekhyun finds the boldness of the princess humorous and sardonically chuckles behind his champagne glass. The blonde prince was certainly having the time of his life. He concludes that its not worth observing and resumes to chat was an official that has been meaning to gain his attention. And so the red prince does that. The conversation was short considering how it was all just about the man trying to suggest his daughter as a potential bride. He was tired of it towards the end and excuses himself a bit. He turns around, not expecting a pair of dark eyes meeting his direction.
Chanyeol was staring right at him.
He was staring at him so intensively that they held their gaze for a while.
Baekhyun doesn't notice how long it has been but he can't look away either. It wasn't until a voice calls him back to reality that he snacks his head to the side and finds the governor trying to gain his attention while introducing some people. The red prince quickly musters a professional smile and does his greeting.
Its all just routine.
When he finally looks away to search for the other's figure, he finds that Chanyeol has already left. He seemed to have taken the king's daughter as well.Any sorts of possibly could happen between the blonde prince and the neighbouring princess. The red prince concludes that its none of his business and doesn't question more.
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After the sixth Champagne Baekhyun was feeling a little dizzy. He pulled through most of the meeting and wanted to retire but the officials have made it clear that the royals must be present for the ball. It was all for publicity and courtesy of their visitor. The red prince wants to curse but he refrains from it. The tie around his waist was always digging into his skin but tonight it felt like it was carving into his flesh. he wanted to let loose but he afraid of provoking his first coming heat. Baekhyun should have gotten his heat long ago but the prince was stubborn in suppressing it for as long as he could. He didn't care about the conditions of his health or whether his body could withstand the home made biotics. He really shouldn't be suffocating his body like this and soon he won't have to. He had already requested to move to the outer palace where he would be living closer to the city and somewhere he could live away from prying eyes. He had even requested to move away from royal schooling and asked to be enrolled in a university that his mother had once study in before she was married to the king.
It should be okay for now.
He just has to be careful and keep his guard on.
..
The ball was starting and Baekhyun's face was turning pale. His chest feels tight and his throat is dry. He somehow mentioned to excuse himself from the crowd of politicians that were bombarding him with proposals that the red prince could care less about. He drops into his throne,the one situates right next to King's. His shoulders are slouching ever so slightly as he lets out a sigh that he has been holding. He isn't in his best condition tonight but he has duties as the prince.
So he holds on for another hour.
Eventually Baekhyun's eyes roams across the hall. He could see the king in the far corner relieving himself in one of the prostitutes the neighboring king has brought as a gift. Despite the disgusting scene, the prince is trying to find another figure. A figure that hasn't been present for half the night.
Chanyeol wasn't there. He wants to snicker. As a prince it is his duty to attend to these events and yet the blonde prince was no where to be found. No wonder these people were all swimming towards him. They were trying to get on the both the prince' good side so when either of them comes into succession then their future is ensured. It's all just greed and bullshit that the prince has to deal with. Except today he was not in the mood for it.
Baekhyun holds himself long enough for the fire works. The crowd has motioned towards the balcony and the red princes takes this as a signal to leave.
The elder makes it half way to his room. His vision is focusing in and out and he can feel the slick that he dreads the most trickle down his thigh. Baekhyun is only a meter away from his room. Right where he is safe with his secret but he doesn't make it.
Right before he collapsed onto the ground a sturdy arm comes around his waist and pulls him in.
And then it is complete darkness.
....
Everything is dark. He doesn't know where he is but his back is lying against something soft. Baekhyun wants to move but his limbs are weak and they render useless on his side. He feels hot too.
Too hot. It didn't hit him immediately.
It was a slow, agonizing burn that started from his abdomen and then it moved to every single part of his body.
Soon the red prince feels his lungs flaring. His breathe is hard, labored. He feels like his stomach is beginning to contract and it starts to hurt.
Baekhyun is in pain. He feels like his whole entire body is set ablaze in a thousand flames. Its coiling tighter, harder, hotter.
A stray tear escapes from the corner of his smeared eye and a tongue comes out to collect it. The red prince is startled. His eyes shot wide open but he is greeted by blackness again. Something was hindering his vision and it made the red prince panic inside. He wants to push the stranger away but he can't even move his arms. The strangers to have sense this and moves down, breathe fanning along the red prince's jaw and plants a kiss on his chin.
Baekhyun wants to scream but all that comes out are inaudible moans. The prince can hear the stranger chuckle, and the hand disappears from his skin and moves to untie the wrap around his waist. He feels completely helpless and he despises it. His abdomen is finally free from abuse. He feels a little better with his blood circulating now.
"You shouldn't do this to yourself." The voice is so close to his ears and he could swear that he has heard it somewhere. But the haziness is too dominant and he can't concentrate. The stranger's hand is moving so dangerously close to his entrance and still Baekhyun could not push the other away. His knees are being spread. He feels the breathe of the stranger ghosting the inner of his thighs and then travels south.
"You smell so divine."
Baekhyun's chin arches and his knuckle tightens. The stranger slips a digit underneath the soiled garment and tugs the material aside, exposing the hole that is gaping into thin air, silently begging for penetration. The other compliments how lovely his hole is and Baekhyun flushes in a mix of rage and embarrassment.
"You've been hiding this for so long Baekhyunie."
Baekhyun jolts the moment something wet comes in contact with his entrance. Its sandy and soft and the red prince finally realizes in horror that the stranger is licking his filthy heat. He hears a low groan as the tongue circles the rosy rim, cleaning every bit of his liquid that is leaking out.The male tries to squirm away but a grip on his thigh stops him.
"Don't move."
Baekhyun hates himself for not fighting back, but his body was not listening.The tongue stops its ministration after a short while. The prince thought the stranger has left, but his dread is answered by the sound of unbuckling belt and shuffling of clothes. Baekhyun finds some strength to press his thighs together. His teeth is gritted and his stomach churns for the worst outcome. The other sense his discomfort and tucks a sweaty red lock from his forehead and drops a kiss that is too tender.
"Just trust me Baekhyunie. I'll make the pain go away."
The red prince could only respond with a moan. He doesn't want it but he knows that his body is betraying him.
The stranger's touch sends all kinds of sensations throughout his body that the prince refuses to acknowledge. The feeling of rough hands raking across his bare chest and the way his robe glides off his shoulders to reveal the plane expansion of white skin underneath. Not even his royalty dresser has seen the red prince this bare and amour less. Yet here he was, under a man that he can't see, legs spread and hole gaping. Baekhyun is ashamed to the bones. He shouldn't be feeling all these. His body shouldn't feel like its leaving him. His skin shouldn't burn when the other's filthy hands knead his hip bones and coax his thighs further more,granting the other a perfect view of his leak.The man's chuckle is airy against his neck. "Relax and it won't hurt." The voice whispers in his ear and from that Baekhyun knows that there is no turning back. His breathe is caught in his throat as his ankles are captured and pulled over the man's shoulder for leverage. The stranger slots himself perfectly between the prince's legs and guides the thick girth over the entrance, head rubbing over the fluttering rims a few times to lubricate before releasing the base and begins to push in. The cock is inching in, little by little, prying open his tight walls as the head grazes pass the velvet muscles and molds its fat shape inside the petite male's inside.
Its big and it hurts Baekhyun so much. He doesn't even have time to feel panicked. Its all happening so fast in his mind when its all coming down to him so slow.Tears fill Baekhyun's eyes but he refuses to cry. He would not let himself cry over something like this.
The man takes a small pause. Baekhyun finds some movement in his fingers and lightly punches the stranger's shoulder.
"Baekhyune." The voice is a lot more softer this time.
Baekhyun feels a gentle kiss laid upon his knuckles and that somewhat fueled Baekhyun's resentment.
"Fuck you..."
He chokes on a sob and digs his finger right in the bulge of the other's shoulder. His nails is digging so hard that he hopes that his fingers would pierce through the skin and inflict the same amount of pain that the other has caused him.
The stranger does not say any more. He just moves his hips, forcing Baekhyun to weaken his abuse as he is reduced into a moaning mess.
“a-ah.." Nails cross the other's marble skin. The cock was entering so deep, filling Baekhyun to the very brim. His stomach was probing the outline of the thick flesh inside him.
It was all so hot, all so fast.
Baekhyun can't keep his breathe.
The other was thrusting into his ass at an animistic speed. He wasn't even taking breaks. The stranger just kept plowing. Smacking his shaft balls deep into the prince's cavern and then pulls out with only the cock head remaining. The groans are growing louder in his ears as the man nests his nose in the crook of Baekhyun's neck and inhales his scent. "So sweet. So perfect for me." The other's tongue comes out and licks the sweat off the column of the prince's throat. Baekhyun can't see it, but he can tell that the stranger was taking a joy in licking his skin. He was doing it all over; from the base of his throat down to the hardening buds of his nipple. The thrusting has come down. It wasn't forceful shoves of thigh against ass anymore. It was now languid grinds of ball against dripping hole, making the most lewd sound.
Baekhyun was so close. He had almost found his peak if the man had no stopped. He hates that he was being forced into this position but he hated it more that he couldn't even quench the pain in his abdomen. "Fuck you.. If you're going to rape me then at least do it properly.”
The latter doesn't know what he is saying anymore. Right now all he wants to is to find his release- he just wants to cum. He wants the sore in his womb and the ache of his heat to disappear.
The other does not disappoint this time. He feels his ass lift right off the mattress and his body folded in half. The man was going fast- too fast. Slamming in the deepest part of the prince's cavern, waist circulating occasionally to prep the walls bigger to accommodate the swell that is forming. Baekhyun cries out. The girth is growing, stretching the outer rim. Baekhyun can feel it, the veins pulsing and every curves of the cock that is nesting near his prostate.
Everything is just so overwhelming.
The prince curls his toe, nails dug into the other's flesh and chokes out a silent moan with his pretty lips parted as he is about to meet his first orgasm. However just before the prince is about to release, the stranger pulls away the blind that has been hindering his sight and crushes his mouth in a tight lip lock, claiming his first kiss.
Baekhyun's pupil's draws in and then out as it slowly regains its focus and the opaque image of the stranger becomes clear. His eyes widen in horror. His gasps is swallowed by the tongue that is lodged down his throat as his brother stares right back, deepening his thrust to push Baekhyun right over the edge and he cums involuntarily in that moment, body shackling immediately by the pleasure and blackens out.
The last thing that Baekhyun remembers is Chanyeol's grunt and the stickiness that follows on his body.
....
Baekhyun wakes up to his bed. He is tucked in and yesterday seems more like a dream. But the moment the sheets tumble from his chest and reveals the expansion of skin that is doted in hickeys.
The red prince knows who it was.
"That son of a bitch." He throws his blanket aside and finds dried cum sticking to every centimetres of his body. It was like Chanyeol had ejaculated onto him more than once with the amount of semen that was glued to Baekhyun's skin. Regardless of that. Baekhyun does not care about it at the moment. He needs to get himself cleaned. He is glad that his room is the most secluded one. The house keepers never enter his room. Not even to bring his breakfast. He had his room specifically sound proofed.There wasn't a window as well. Just a small drain hole that he knows his omega scent would be drowned in the sewage. It is for that exact reason that Chanyeol must have taken him in his room specifically. The blonde prince knows that this area is the most private.
Hot water cascades over his back. His red hair is damped into a wet cap as his head drops and his hand holds himself against the tile.
'So perfect for me'
He screws his eyes shut and shakes the voice away.
It was disgusting. Baekhyun hates every single moment of it.
The room smells like sex. Baekhyun rolls the bed sheet and soaks it in water to rid of the cum stains. He would have to burn this later. The royals would not suspect him even if they did find something. Chanyeol's alpha scent is too overpowering. He could just make up an excuse
and pass through it. He finds his robe discarded on the floor and lets out a weary sigh. Baekhyun may have always wore layered clothes to hide his scent but he had always liked keeping his collar bone exposed.
Chanyeol is aware of it. That's why he had particularly left the most hickeys on his throat and collar.
The red prince sighs again. It seems like he has no choice but to wear a long neck sweater to cover these marks today.
.....
Baekhyun usually comes down stairs and finds his breakfast on the table. The king is not always there at the table. Not that the red prince cares. The old man was most likely fooling around again.
It didn't matter anyways.
Baekhyun comes to the table expecting no one. But of course he is there.
Chanyeol had his hair styled different. This time it wasn't brushed back with the under cut. He could tel the difference with thir female staffs. They weren't really trying with hiding their admiration. It was barely the start of the morning and Baekhyun was already annoyed.
"You're up."
Baekhyun doesn't even bother to look at Chanyeol. He finds his seat across the table and picks his cutlery. The taller finds amusement in the elder's silence and decides to not make any further comments until the red prince was almost done with breakfast."Aren't you hot in that? Its summer. Is our red prince really going that far for fashion?" The taller chuckles and Baekhyun loses his shit.
It was swift. The knife that was in his hand comes flying across Chanyeol's shoulder and jabs right into the wall.
The blonde prince remains unfazed. His index comes to his left cheek and wipes the faint drop of blood that seeps from the small knife cut.
"I don't ever miss. So watch your mouth Park Chanyeol."
After that was said the red prince stand and makes his way out.
Chanyeol's cheek was still bleeding. The cut was a lot deeper than he had thought.
...
Baekhyun is in his study room, one hand with a book and the other pushing his glasses up his nose bridge. He didn't have training or lessons today. This week was his last. The week after he would move out of the main palace and move into the outer quarter as planned. He was going to start a new semester as well. A student at Yonsei university in doting memories of his mother and a good excuse to take a breather. He is aware that his enemies are still out. But the palace had more enemies than the outside.
Especially someone like Chanyeol. The thought of the taller was provoking his rage again. He had to deal with him soon. He knew his secret and he didn't know what Chanyeol was after. Baekhyun doesn't know what to do. But he knows that it can't wait either. Whatever Chanyeol wants, Baekhyun will murder him if he has to keep the other's mouth shut. He shuts his book and makes his way to his brother's bedroom. The taller's room was situated not so far from his. He knocks on the door once and waits.
The door cracks open and out comes the other alpha, nude from the waist with only a pair of jeans and a towel over his wet hair.
He finds his petite brother standing in front of his door and breaks into a grin.
"Was a knife not enough?"
Baekhyun is caught off guard for a second. It doesn't show in his expression but his fist is balled.
"Get dressed. We need to talk." The red prince is about to turn away to leave but his forearm is grasped and he is dragged inside the room.
"Why not talk now?"
The red prince slaps the hand and rumbles a low growl. "Don't touch me you fuck."
Chanyeol holds his hand up in surrender. That cocky smile still lingers on his devious features. "Now now. You're the one who wanted to talk."
Baekhyun's kohl eyes stares straight into Chanyeol's. He doesn't know what the alpha finds so amusing but he sure as hell won't give in. "What is it that you want."
The taller crooks up a brow. He doesn't say anything and Baekhyun takes it as a signal to go further.
"How long have you known. Why did you do it. What are your intentions from this."
Baekhyun asked so many questions at once and yet Chanyeol did not answer. He just stared him, as though his gaze was meant to tell him something but Baekhyun would not have a clue if the latter didn't move his jaw. When Chanyeol still refuses to speak, Baekhyun picks up the letter knife that was sitting on the table and lines it under the blonde prince's chin. "Answer me you cunt."
The corner of Chanyeol's lips tug up more. He isn't afraid of the knife that may just slit his throat any minute from now. His eyes were more like someone gazing at something out of fondness. It made Baekhyun confused but he kept the knife pointing.
"I want you."
Comes the answer that Baekhyun does not anticipate.
"Am I a joke to you!?" The knife swings over and Chanyeol dodges it by a millisecond.
"Baekhyunie." That name brings back too much memories as a chill runs down the elder's spine.
He can't move. It is like he is under a spell, paralyzed.
The letter knife in his hand is tugged away and Baekhyun doesn't protest back.
The elder's gaze remains hard on the taller.
"Lets form an alliance."
"........"
"What do you mean."
Chanyeol sees it as a chance to draw closer and Baekhyun sees it as a threat to pull back, hitting his backside against the wall.
"You and I both have something we want. There is so much more that you are unaware of."
"The king won't last much longer. Its either the East or the North. If I succeed then the East takes over. If you succeed then my people suffer."
Baekhyun doesn't interrupt. Chanyeol continues with a grin.
"We don't have to be so burden by our duties. We can get rid of the king and change everything."
"Its not that easy to change the law."
"We can if we tie it down by an engagement."
The proposal throws Baekhyun back. He thinks Chanyeol has lost his mind.
"Don't you see Baekhyunie? We can both come into power. You can be the other king."
"There is no such thing as two kings ruling."
Chanyeol chuckles. "There isn't any law to say that they can't."
Baekhyun's brows furrows. Chanyeol is not wrong. But he can't trust him either.
"There has never been an arranged marriage between two alphas in the royal family."
"But you're not really an alpha."
Baekhyun throws a glare and the other laughs.
"All i'm saying is even if they find out then it would be too late. You would be the king and by then they wouldn't be able to over throw you. Even if they did, our marriage is tied and you would move to the position of the queen."
The palace hasn't had a queen since his father had reigned. Baekhyun remembers vaguely that there were cases where the queen held the same power as the king. However that was only dependent on the king's decision.
"How can I be so sure that what you're saying is true."
Chanyeol's crooked smile is really getting onto Baekhyun's nerves.
"If you really insist of getting assurance then we can take it further."
"Are you proposing we be mates?"
"Only if you allow it."
Baekhyun is silent.
Chanyeol watches how Baekhyun's brow knits over his pretty face and chuckles. His brother was so adorable that he couldn't help but close in their proximity, until his figure was towering over the other, chest flushed.
Do you not know what personal space is." The venomous tone would have made anyone cower away but all Chanyeol could think about was how nice Baekhyun smells. His nose was tucked behind the elder's ears, breathe fanning against Baekhyun's earlobe and whispers.
"Don't they say behind every success king is a queen?"He draws in Baekhyun's scent. He smells like him. .
"If I did become the king then I could give you power to rule with me."
A big hand comes behind his waist, pulling him closer. Baekhyun emits a growl and shoves the latter away at arm distance. "Don't push the limits Park."
Chanyeol lets the elder push him back. "You don't have to torture your body like this." His eyes cast down to his tight, fit waist. "My scent is more than enough."
" I don't need your help."
"You just say that now but how long would you last alone."
The elder stares at him long and hard. Blank and apathetic even.
"I'll let you think about it. You know that sooner than later I am your bet.' Chanyeol steps back completely and turns to his bathroom, picking the blue shirt that is nicely folded on his bed.
Baekhyun remains rooted in his spot. Chanyeol has a point but Baekhyun can't say anything just yet. He has to consider everything carefully. He regrets for acting so haist and now he feels like there was more to Chanyeol than he offered. He glances towards the alpha's back as he disappears into a connective room to change and the red prince takes his leave.
He walks back to his room. The royal staff members that were clustering outside have moved back quickly and took formation in their stance, their head bow low as their prince crossed by.
Baekhyun knows that no matter what Chanyeol was planning he was in a bad position.
He just doesn't know what Chanyeol is fully capable of just yet..
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