A Brief Glimpse into the (1/1)

Joon watched as the other boys and girls ran around, shrieking happily. It irritated him to no end that they were having more fun than him. Afterall, this was his 13th birthday party, not theirs. He looked up from where he sat in the middle of the room and slid his crown off his head. The heavy metal was becoming more and more a nuisance with each year that passed. He wanted nothing more than to throw it away. The young boy looked up at his parents conversing with the other adults. Even they weren't paying attention to him. A tear pricked at his eye. This was always how his birthdays went - everybody else had more fun, and nobody ever really checked to see if he was. They dressed him up and sat him down on his throne, but all he was for a day was a pretty trophy boy. It was no different from every other day of the year. With a silent curse, he checked to see if his guards were looking before slipping away and heading off somewhere else. ~+~ "Oh, Mir that looks really good!" "Wow... we're so proud of you!" "You're going to be just like your father when you're older, boy! We can see it already." Joon wrinkled his brow and paused as he passed the kitchen. It was unusual for such praise to be given under the royal roof... and the name Mir - why did it sound familiar? "Just look at that decorating - it's unlike anything I've ever seen-" "-What's going on here?" Joon demanded outright as he stepped into the kitchen. It was plain to see the jealousy on his face; somebody was actually being payed attention to today, but it wasn't him. A nervous hush fell over the kitchen crew. Royalty usually never stepped into their domain, but it wasn't like they could kick him out - the boy was the crown prince after all. "Go on then - somebody tell me what's going on here." Joon asked, amused. Finally, the attention he'd been craving. "I made your birthday cake, sir." a meek voice called from the middle of the crowd. Mir took a deep breath and stepped forward, his hands proudly holding his gift. Joon looked down at him and snorted. "What? You made my cake? How old are you? Seven? Eight?" Mir's face fell. For a split second, he looked down at the floor, immediately regretting his decision to speak out. Of course he wasn't going to remember you, idiot. "Nine, sir." Mir said quietly. "Nine and turning ten soon." "Nine?!" The prince turned away and looked at his kitchen crew. "You're letting a nine-year old cook my cake?!" "-It's good, Joon-sshi." One of the elderly woman spoke out and looked down at him, miffed by his attitude. "Go on. Give it a try." "Feh." Joon crossed his arms and finally gave a glance to the offending pastry. It took him a moment, but now that he looked at it, it was the prettiest cake he'd ever laid eyes on. The delicate decoration looked like it'd taken hours to do. He looked up at Mir. Why do you look so familiar... he thought to himself. "Fine." Joon walked to the counter and grabbed one of the spoons before walking back to Mir, smirking right in his face, and digging right in without a second thought. Mir's face fell; the icing alone had taken the last three hours to complete. The cooking crew wanted nothing more than to wipe the smug grin on Joon's face as he brought the cake to his mouth for a first taste. He expected mediocrity at best - after all Mir was just a kid. However, as the sweet, moist cake moved over his tongue, followed by the tangy and light icing, he felt a change come over him. "What icing is this?" Joon looked at Mir and asked. "It's good." "Apple, sir. Special family recipe." Mir muttered. He was trying hard not to cry, especially in front of Joon. Joon felt his heart flutter seeing such a pretty, glassy-eyed boy. That's weird... Joon thought to himself, Since when are boys this pretty? In that single instant, Joon knew he wanted him alone. He looked down and frowned, making sure everyone saw it. "Well. It's good. But my cake's ruined so-" A round of shocked gasps made its way around the cooking crew as the Joon picked up the cake and threw it on to the floor. Without wasting another second, Joon pointed at one of the other chefs. "You. Make my cake. And you-" He looked down at a teary-eyed Mir and took him by the hand. "Kids should be playing with other kids, not working. So you're coming with me." Nobody made a move to stop Joon as he had his way, pulling Mir out of the kitchen like it was no big deal. Instead, they grumbled silently and moved to clean up the cake, getting the ingredients ready to make a new one. ~+~ For a few minutes, it was just Joon and Mir walking around the empty castle halls. They weren't even talking, which Joon found to be extremely unpleasant. He'd brought the boy out to play, yet the kid wasn't playing; wasn't he glad he didn't have to work anymore? "So what do you want to-" "You're such a..." Mir stopped abruptly and threw down Joon's hand, "You're such an asshole!" Joon's eyes widened to a saucer-sized likeness. "What?! What did you just call me?!" "How can you be so mean?" Mir stood right in the older boy's face, not caring as the tears spilled over again. "I worked really hard on that cake, and you just went and threw it like it was nothing." A wash of guilt fell over the prince. "I - I just thought that maybe you wanted to play. You were working all morning weren't you? While everybody else was having fun?" "Baking is my fun." Mir breathed sharply and tried to stop crying. "I made that especially for you, and you didn't even care." "M-me? Why especially me?" Joon blushed at the idea that this cute kid... Mir, was it? The idea of him making something for him set the butterflies off in his tummy. It's probably because I'm the crown prince... "It's not because you're the crown prince." Mir seemed to counter, which kind of weirded Joon out. "It's because... well, don't you remember me?" "You do look sort of familiar." Mir frowned and took his hair out of its ponytail, letting his shoulder-length black locks fall where they may. "I was wearing a dress last time." Joon stood dumbstruck, not knowing what he was supposed to be looking at. Then suddenly, like a spark, the memory in his mind caught fire and emblazoned it front and center. "...Mireu." He breathed. "Mireu? I thought your name was Mireu... why were they calling you Mir?" "It's pronounced Mireu, but it's actually supposed to be Mir." the younger boy quickly tied up his tiny ponytail again, the remaining tufts falling in his face. "Don't you remember? What you promised me?" Joon stood dumbstruck again for a second, still shocked that Mir was still this pretty after this much time had passed. One would've thought he'd be a little more masculine by now. "God, you're really an idiot." the young boy murmured. "-I asked you to marry me." Joon replied smugly, pleased that he finally remembered. "And marry me you shall." "..." "Hey, what's with that look?" "You're still an idiot." Mir shook his head, but grinned nonetheless. "Boys can't marry other boys." "Yaish - don't you remember what I said? I get to do whatever I want! And I'm marrying you. I promised." Mir couldn't help but smile. The prince sure had gusto, that was for sure. It was admirable, and okay, just a little cute. "...Have you ever kissed anyone Mir?" Joon asked, his eyes shining in the darkness. Mir puffed out his cheeks. "Yeah, loads of people." Joon stepped back, a little horrified. "What? Loads of people? Who??" "Erm..." the kid counted off on his fingers. "Umma, Appa, Auntie, Uncie, noona Hyojin, cousin  Minah-" "Family doesn't count!" Joon waved the boys offending fingers away. For a second he'd actually thought Mir had surpassed him in the game of love. "You've never kissed anyone that wasn't family?" Mir nodded slowly, unsure as to what Joon was getting at. "Good." the older boy grinned. "Neither have I. So be my first, okay?" Mir felt his jaw drop. "I-I-I don't think I can-" "Oh hush. Of course you can. I'm the prince." Joon swallowed the nervous lump in his throat. "...so do it." Mir fidgeted with his apron. "I can't. I'm scared." Joon rolled his eyes. It was so typical of a nine year old to blame their inabilities on their fears.  "Fine. I'll do it." He said with finality as he stepped forward and cupped Mir's face in his hands. "Ready?" Mir frowned. "What if I'm bad at it?" "I'm..." Joon cursed silently. "I'm probably bad at it too. Shh. I'm gonna do it." Mir squeaked as Joon leaned in. They stood like that for a moment, waiting for the other boy to move in a little bit further. Joon wanted to, but fear had frozen him in place. After a few more seconds ticked by on the grandfather clock, Mir breathed in, placed his hands on Joon's waist, and pressed his lips softly against the other's. He could only spend so long waiting. Joon's tummy flip-flopped as they made contact. Mir's lips were so soft and sure against his, like bits of fluff on his lips. He tilted his head to the side and pressed a bit further before Mir pulled back, giggling. "Wh-why are you laughing?" Joon asked loudly, his skin blushing profusely. "Was I bad?" "No! No!" Mir shook his head and doubled over in laughter. "It's just... you taste like apple." Joon flushed red and touched his lip, feeling some leftover icing on the flesh. "I'm really sorry about your cake, Mireu." "Mir." the baker corrected. "It's Mir. And don't worry about it, babo. Let's just get back before my parents start to worry, okay?" The prince reached out and pulled the baker back just as he was about to leave. "Wait!" "What?" Mir asked, feeling pleasantly warm and happy now that he'd kissed the prince. "What is it?" "Let's kiss some more. That was fun." ~+~ LOL JOON'S PERVERTED ^^" As always, comments and subscriptions are appreciated :3