× royal affairs.

@jaehyun [] me: not gonna do a long reply, also me: hey here’s a borderline novella

“I—“

Seonghwa blinked, taken aback by the rather violent outburst from Jaehyun, the shock of it almost making him forget about his overall pre-heat uncomfortableness.

“Jesus, it’s just a joke.”

“I’m well aware of the difference in our social standing, why do you think I think it’s fun?” Seonghwa huffed, rolling his eyes. Alpha’s were so ing temperamental and they had the gall to call Omegas the emotional wreck; Omega’s were the ones screaming obscenities because they can’t control their anger. “If you’re going to throw a tantrum for, honestly, not even one of my dirtier jokes, than maybe it’s time you left my room. I don’t care anymore, I’ll just get yelled at later” Seonghwas voice had dropped into an angry mutter as he crossed the room, snatching the door handle out of Jaehyun’s hand and trying to jam it back into the door.

“Wait—”

It didn’t go back. Seonghwa tried again.

“Uh.. oh ”

The door was broken and there was no way out.

“Oh , , , no, no, no, this can’t be happening” Seonghwa whispered to himself, a cold feeling washing over him. He tried the door handle again. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Nothing. Oh indeed.

He was stuck in here. In heat. With an angry alpha.

“You need- You need to leave, now, I don’t ing know how but you need to go—“ Seonghwa was panicking, his stress levels going into overdrive. It didn’t matter how professional Jaehyung was as a bodyguard, right now, he was angry and more importantly, he was an alpha. Alpha’s were horrible at controlling themselves around an Omega in heat; he’d watched enough and studied his own biology enough to know that. And stress was a one way ticket to kick starting his heat even earlier. He was already starting to sweat, his lower abdomen cramping painfully as it ached to filled— , he wanted to be filled so bad— oh god.

Seonghwa curled in on himself, a broken whimper coming from him as he wrapped his arms around his midriff, crouching down to apply pressure. The cramping was the worst part of it all, and it wouldn’t stop until one of two things happened; his heat passed or he got dicked within an inch of his life, simply put.

“Ok, um, I need you too help me— And I mean actually help me, go to the bathroom, there’s a, a, uh, a box of heat packs somewhere, you gotta, gotta tear it open and it warms up by itself—“ Seonghwa cut himself off, his breathing coming out harder and harder, his clothes were starting to become unbearable; the usually smooth silk shirt and cotton pants almost painful against his skin.

“Please, it ing hurts, I can’t more—”

@seonghwa Royal life was something that Jaehyun had never understood—even with being in the palace everyday it just proved even more what ing bull all this was. They lived in a modern century but why was it that everyone still followed a king’s order? Not to mention his son, a brat born with a silver spoon in his mouth, a luxury bubble keeping him locked away from reality, and the worst thing? Jaehyun had to be around said brat all day every day, keeping that perfect golden bubble intact.

Everyone operated at full stretch to finish the last preparations for the gala that evening. For once, Jaehyun was relieved to be the personal bodyguard of that brat since he didn’t have to run around and clean the palace or prepare food for the big event. The turmoil stressed him but he was in no position to leave the palace and take a day off. Especially not today when the prince needed his personal servant for protection. Stupid omega boy. How would anyone ever respect an omega on the throne when all the kings before had been alphas—born to be natural leaders? The young prince would need an alpha by his side, tall and strong, someone like Jaehyun himself—god, what was he thinking?

Get yourself together.

Seonghwa was nothing but a spoiled child, a brat—but such an alluring one. It was are that Jaehyun had thoughts like this one. Mainly because whenever the prince decided to speak, the alpha was annoyed. They had their good days, of course, but most of the time he just didn’t want to deal with that brat’s bull even though he had to. The royals really had a good life in a luxury bubble without any worries. Jaehyun, on the other hand, had quite a few worries, specifically worries about money with the debt that had been left to carry on his shoulders. Being the rascal’s personal servant had offered him the highest pay check and it wasn’t as physically exhausting as the other jobs would have been. Mentally though, it drained him at times.

His quiet day so far—other than hundred or so servants jumping around in the palace—was ruined when Seonghwa called out for him. He sighed before he got up from his position by the huge window in the hallway. His features were indifferent, his typical poker face whenever he was around the prince. It was his job after all, to protect the prince and not to be his best buddy.

His mood worsened as the prince named his request. The royal couple would have him executed—or at least fired—if their son didn’t appear to the gala. Jaehyun couldn’t risk either. “No.” It was the only word that slipped past his lips as he stood by the door, waiting for the brat’s protest. Why didn’t he just go? What ing issue did he have this time? The prince had by far one of the best lives in the whole kingdom. He should be thankful rather than complaining about going to a gala—something that didn’t even take place that often. Any other job was harder, people had to work every single day and here he was, complaining to attend something that only took place a few times a year. Jaehyun was more than annoyed at Seonghwa’s behaviour but he couldn’t have anything press past his lips. His thoughts had to be kept to himself, no matter how hard he wanted to slap the prince.

Seonghwa’s next comment ripped his patience from his body. “Bed you? Why? You think that just because you are of royal status I want to be affiliated with you in that way?” His voice was calm, indifferent as usual but his blood boiled in his veins and he was close to slipping away from his control completely. “Go to that gala and do your ing job. You can be happy that your parents pay for your lifestyle and just ask for this.” He snapped. He knew that it could cost him his job but there was no way that he would put up with this.

The omega moved closer towards him and just as he was about to throw another comment at him, he was stopped by the scent of his pheromones hit him. . He had to leave before he would commit the biggest mistake of his whole damn life because temptation pushed away all his control. “Stay where you are.” He hissed. Quickly, he turned around and wanted to open the suite’s door in order to get away from the scent that lured. However, as he pulled at the door handle, it didn’t move one bit. It led to him using even more force. “!” The door handle broke and suddenly he had it in his hand, ripped from the door. Jaehyun was frustrated and slammed against the door but, of course, everyone was busy with preparations and didn’t check the prince’s suite. Why would they when it was his job?

He tried to compose himself but Seonghwa’s pheromones already evoked all kinds of fantasies in his mind. “This is all your ing fault! Can’t you stop being a spoiled child for once? Now you even want to trick me so that everything in your possession? You’re a ing greedy spoiled child, Seongwha.” He yelled out in frustration and rage. He didn’t care anymore, even if he would be fired, he couldn’t take this bull anymore—especially as his body and mind were lured by the omega.

@jaehyun [] I’m thinking that maybe something happens to jam the door so they can’t get out?

Seonghwa was bothered. By something.

Something specific.

And no matter what he did, he couldn’t not be bothered by that something.

Tall, dark and handsome. Brooding and grumpy to boot, a forbidden fruit in a garden of luscious flora, Seonghwa would throw his reputation on the line for one night with Jung Jaehy— Seonghwa winced, pinching his wrist in an attempt to direct his thoughts elsewhere. The problem was, there was nothing to think about.

Pre-heat was the ing worst. Seonghwa scowled, picking at a stray bit of fibre jutting out of the couch— the imperfection irritating the hell out of him—, he hated this. His suit was too restrictive, the fabric too rough(‘no, it’s not, this is your favourite suit’), it was hard to breathe— hated this— how he just wanted to lose a layer or two, nobody ever got hurt with less clothes on, right? Right?? He hated this, he hated this, he HATED THIS. Why in Gods name he was being forced to attend a gala in /pre-heat/ was beyond him, his emotions climbing, climbing, til he was almost euphoric before sinking lower than ever before and he just wanted to do. something. Preferably his bodyguards .

“I’m not— I’m not going. I don’t care what my father says, I’m in no condition to mingle with the nobility.” He spat through gritted teeth, dabbing his forehead clean of any sweat. Male omegas were a rarity, it was just his fortune to be one over a beta or an alpha, and his heats in particular were always a rough time; they were random, he could go a year without ever experiencing a heat only to be ravaged by the natural course of biology every month of the next year. They hit him hard and fast, and usually his pre-heat’s lasted only a day or two before he needed to confine himself to his room. To make things worse, he had a feeling, a very specific feeling, that something bad was going to happen that night; the stress he felt not doing any favours with his symptoms. He was already feeling nesting urges, which meant this was going to be a particularly intense heat.

“Jaehyun! I need you!” Seonghwa called out, forcing himself onto trembling legs. The issue with having boomer aged alpha parents was that they didn’t understand what he went through during his heats. The last time they’d forced him to attend a social event, Seonghwa had been sick all over dance floor from the pain racking his body. “Jae—“ Seonghwa breathed when his suite door opened, the handsome(and frustratingly indifferent) features of his bodyguard soothing his foul mood “I need you to tell my parents that I won’t be attending the gala this evening” Even just the presence of an alpha, even when on the other side of the room, settled the queasy feeling in his gut.

“I’ll make it worth your while if you make up an excuse for me” It was a little game, Seonghwa liked to play, even though he was usually much more coy than this; the fog in his mind made it exceptionally difficult to be anything but blunt. Jaehyun was too good at his job, always wordlessly pushing Seonghwa away. Some would take it for what it was, a rejection, but Seonghwas lonely. So desperately lonely. Jaehyun was sometimes the only person he’d speak too for days, not that he ever contributed to the conversation with more than a single word reply. Come to think of it— if he was even thinking at all— Seonghwa was fairly certain Jaehyun had never experienced him when in pre-heat. The alpha was always whisked away to be replaced with a beta or omega bodyguard at the first sign of Seonghwas heat.

Besides most alpha’s were the same. Seonghwa suspected that Jaehyun, at his core, wasn’t any different than everyone else who wanted to take advantage of him. He just had to figure out what buttons to push to make him break.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to bed a prince? An omega prince, no less?” Some rational part of Seonghwa knew that he was acting insane, even by his standards, Jaehyun did not need to be bribed; he was as loyal as they come but god- Seonghwa could not resist, he did not even try, to stop himself from pacing forward. It was only a little bit of fun anyways. Once Jaehyun predictably rejected him and left, Seonghwa would lock the door behind him to have some privacy. There was a sheen of oil on his neck, scent glands pumping his delicate scented pheromones into the air as he closed in on the alpha, eyelashes fluttering sweetly.

@seonghwa @jaehyun [] happy rping to us! uwu