Work Text:
“My prince, may I come in?”
“Yes,” San replied, not lifting his head up. Seonghwa motioned the comer to continue, knowing San wouldn’t move his eyes from the papers he has been reading for the past hour. The trainer nodded before standing in front of San’s desk, his expression resigned, Seonghwa had a feeling where this was about to go.
“It’s Jung Wooyoung again. The fight finally broke off but the other three alphas got heavily injured” San’s eyes snapped to him the moment he took that alpha’s name. Jung Wooyoung. A troublemaker in their castle, an alpha who was wilder than any beast and was a monster of another kind. Seonghwa sighed, he hated being right.
“… one on three?” San asked, taken aback.
“Yes.” Before the prince could ask about Wooyoung’s well-being, the trainer answered “They could manage a hit on his mouth. And maybe on his stomach. He wasn’t staggering so it was hard to tell if he was injured. As usual, he didn’t let us bring him to the infirmary.” When it seemed like San wasn’t gonna speak, he continued “But my prince, the alphas have refused to train with Jung Wooyoung. I am afraid even if you command them, they would be reluctant. This is the seventh time he had caused serious injuries to his comrades and less than fatal, uncountable times. He is too wild to control. I along with the other five trainers couldn’t discipline him no matter how hard we punished him.”
“What are you implying, Instructor Kim?” San inquired in a cold voice, his partialness towards the untamed alpha was known amongst them. The trainer gulped, his eyes falling at Seonghwa’s, silently asking for help. The alpha stayed quiet.
“Instructor Kim, is there really no way for him to continue at the barracks?” Kim sullenly shook his head. He was fond of Jung too, despite his stubbornness but everyone else hated him.
“Only I and that kid- Jongho can put up with Jung, he protects Jongho sometimes, but other than that he had shown no interest in anything but fighting mercilessly”
“Jongho?” San's brow raised, part curious, part envious. Seonghwa shook his head, recognizing his tone even though the prince was good at hiding.
“Choi Jongho, the orphan kid from the kitchen, my prince”
“Ah. I see... Jun-myeon hyung” Suho’s eyes widened as San used his real name with honorifics, nobody knew it and they kept it private. Kim Jun-myeon was part of Choi’s family, he had been the one who trained San first, though he had few other great trainers, Jun-myeon was the closest one. “Jung Wooyoung needs to stay here. Nobody else will accept him.”
“Sannie” Suho murmured “I am trying, I know you want that boy to thrive, I know he has an unmatchable talent- but if he doesn’t rein in himself, there’s only a little I can do” And the older man looked genuinely apologetic. San knew it was close to an impossible task, but he really wished Jung would get better, even if slightly. He has seen the alpha fight with many men and other creatures, he was magnificent, with his boorish strength and animalistic approach- San was sold the minute he laid his eyes on the alpha. After too many arrangements did he finally get to have Wooyoung in the royal army, but boy did Jung make it difficult.
“I understand. If I force the soldiers to tolerate him- they might try to stir up trouble, right?”
“Out of jealousy at least, if nothing else.”
“Jealousy?” San wondered, tilting his head in confusion. What was there to be jealous about? Seonghwa snickered, some times San was too oblivious to things around him except the fighting area.
“The prince siding with a fucked-up soldier? When he has some of the best fighters- from powerful families in his command? You do know they admire you, Choi San?”
“O-Oh, u-um- right.” San shuttered, suddenly embarrassed- no matter how hard he tried to put up a façade, Seonghwa was pretty fast in breaking it. “Anyway, can you train him personally?”
“Sannie, I have too much on my plate. The king had decided to send new fledgling into these grounds. Now we have to deal with more alphas- and that also newly presented. It’s going to be chaos.”
“San, I don’t know why you couldn’t have shut up and spent your time studying and dealing with the court rather than sticking with the soldier sector. The whole place reeks.” Seonghwa grumbled, he really didn't like the lustful hormonal stench coming from all the young alphas, especially if there were no omegas to neutralize the smell. Of course, there are potions for it but it was also a part of training, for alphas to bear other dominating scents but it really gets on his nerve.
“Hyung, shut up” San rolled his eyes, Seonghwa knew why he had chosen this path. Normally, Seonghwa reminds San to not call him with honorifics but San kept respect above status “… can you call Lee Taemin?”
“What?”
“The Lee Taemin? San- what the-”
“He owes me,” San said quietly.
“Taemin-ssi is one of our top hunters. He doesn’t have time to spare… to tame a wild beast, San, really?” Seonghwa is so done with his prince, this is exactly why the alpha gets worried, San is too unpredictable when it came to Jung. Taemin was an S-level hunter, it was hard to even contact the man, let alone hang out with him.
“He is the only one I can think of- just call him. Who knows? He might agree?”
“Sannie, don’t overdo it, okay? I get it, you want the best in your squad but if Jung doesn’t want to, it would only decrease the chances”
“I know, Jun-myeon hyung. I will keep that in mind. Send Jung here. I will ask him one last time” Seonghwa and Suho looked at him in shock. Last time? They knew he wanted Jung in the fight squad far too much to say something like that, too persistent to show his father, the court, his people that he could be a good prince despite being an omega, a good king, his need to prove himself drives him further into the edge of the cliff.
“Alright, my prince. I will be off then” Suho excused himself and San nodded, permitting him to leave.
The moment Suho left, Seonghwa turned to San with a bewildered expression, staring at the prince for a few seconds straight. San simply went back to his work, checking whether all the orders and resources matched and other upcoming events. The amount of stress San gave him would definitely make him go bald.
“You aren’t serious, right? Are you? San- last time? I know you’re crazy obsessed with that insane jerk”
“When do I lie?”
“San… really?”
“You will soon find out” San coolly replied as his quil continued writing something on the leather paper. Seonghwa huffed but didn’t pry any further. As usual, he never knows what San plans when it comes to Jung Wooyoung so he doesn't bother guessing. He wonders how long it will go on before San realizes Jung Wooyoung cannot be helped, and break his heart with his own hands. He would hate for that to happen, but Seonghwa doesn’t see any other outcome.
“You called?” An unfriendly voice asked, the door bursting open to reveal Wooyoung on the door, entering without bothering for permission. Seonghwa glared at the alpha, who paid him no heed, standing in front of the prince with no care of the world.
“Yah! Mind your manners, Jung.”
“Hyung” San called out, not wanting Seonghwa to rile the alpha when he had something important to talk about. He was very nervous, the probability of Wooyoung actually accepting it was too low and he didn’t wanna risk angering the alpha just because Seonghwa doesn't like him (for valid reasons, he knows). “Sit down, Jung” Wooyoung sneered at the order but heeded to it, heavy steps walked to the desk and he sat on the empty chair with unneeded force.
“So? You heard? Called me to nag?”
“No. I did hear. And what you did was stupid. But I will reprimand you for that later. I am curious… why do you oppose so much?” Wooyoung blinked, not expecting the question, then he gauged San, searching for something on his face, and the silence stretched till a few seconds before the alpha replied gruffly.
“I don’t like to be ordered”
“Jung. Nobody here is trying to control you-” Wooyoung raised his brow at that “In the sense of making you behave so that you don’t disrupt other alphas- yes but not in a way you think. I don’t want you under my thumb or at my beck and call. Aside from the fight, it’s your life and your time- nobody will make you, or force you to do something you don’t want to. But I cannot let you disrupt the flow. I sincerely want that you stop acting like a rebellious teenager when I know for a fact you aren’t that moody or childish” Wooyoung was staring at him intently when he finished, there was definitely some surprise in his eyes but the alpha renewed his void expression.
“What’s in it for you? Why are you tolerating me?”
“You are the best fighter I have seen in ages. I want you in my squad. If you can learn to strategize and follow the plan, you can conquer any war. So I want you here. But if this continues, no matter how much I want you to fight for the nation, I wouldn’t be able to keep you here. You will be freed from the rules and regulation bu-”
“Basically kicked out from here” Seonghwa interrupted, he hated Jung’s attitude towards San, he acted as if he was superior than the royalty, and well, he was slightly protective when it came to San. The prince only raised his hand before Jung could give a scathing remark and turn it into a fight.
“Hyung, please." He reprimanded quietly "But what he said. If you stay in our land, you’d still need to follow the King’s laws. You cannot escape from it, Jung. But I can make it easy for you. It’s your choice from now on. Instructor Kim told me about the situation and the soldiers aren’t keen to have you back. I have to listen to my men.”
“Fine”
“You agree?” San asked to make sure he heard it right, surprised to see the alpha accepting so easily, not even putting up any fight.
“Yes, deal,” Wooyoung said in a bored voice “but I’d only fight for you. Not for this land” He gave his verdict and got up, not waiting for any reply. He exited, the door shutting with a loud band. San and Seonghwa were in shock as they saw the scene unfold, the conversation wasn’t what neither of them had expected and they didn't know if it was a good thing. The prince stared at the door, questioning if the exchange actually took place or he was daydreaming again. He swallowed, cheeks flushing suddenly as the situation and the wild alpha's words dawned on him.
“Sannie, did he jus-”
“Oh my- fuck- shit- oh my god” Seonghwa sighed, unimpressed at the way San was squealing. “Did he- shit, hyung! He accepted! He will stay! And behave!? Best day, damn it!”
“Yeah, I was here, Sannie” he deadpanned. He wasn't paid enough for this.
“Hyung, he said he would fight for me- wow- for me. Not for the country-”
“I am pretty sure that’s treason, Sannie” He added but of course the prince didn't care. It was surprising, downright weird the first few times he saw San, the prince, gushing about a mere peasant, sorry- a barbaric creature- and how the prince would suddenly act like a maiden when it came to Jung. But then he somehow got used to it. Well, it would get tiring once it starts happening on daily basis for months.
“Oh hush, hyung” San shushed him “Wasn’t he so cool? He doesn’t even care, waltzing in like he owned the place. Gah! That is soooo hot! I don’t think I will sleep tonight. How can he be so sexy and handsome?”
“Yeah, I won’t let you sleep” Seonghwa smirked, suddenly appearing in front of San’s desk. “Talking about that bastard in front of me- what if I get jealous?” Seonghwa chuckled lowly, his eyes flashing red as fangs slithered out. San whimpered at the way pheromones changed, spice swirling around him, encaging him. Seonghwa didn't wait any longer, pushing him roughly on the desk in a second, getting between his legs.
“Hwa hyung” San whined, his long black hair splaying beautifully against the pearl white desk, the small ring of crown sliding off as Seonghwa started unbuttoning the velvet blue tunic to expose hardened pink buds on his fair skin, calling to him like a siren. He didn’t waste a second in mouthing and pulling at them, he was irresistibly sensitive there and Seonghwa cherished each sound of San moaning sweetly at the ministration.
“The door isn’t locked, my prince, what if someone walked in? while you writhe under me like some omega whore?” Seonghwa teased in his deep voice “what if Wooyoung sees you coming undone?” He loved to rile San like this, though he always made sure the doors were locked and sealed so no scent or sound will bleed out. He was meticulous in everything prince, especially when it came to preserving the identity of the crowned prince. One of his tasks included sating the omega part of the prince, which he did gladly and without any complaints.
“Hyung n-nooo~” Seonghwa crooned, San could make a word like no sound good, his voice dragging each syllable out heavenly. It didn’t take long for San to release aroused pheromones, the potion wearing out as soon as lust enters the picture. The scent of spring and sakura rushed in, even after knowing the scent like the back of his hand, it didn’t fail to melt him. He groaned, noticing the breaches wet, the smell of slick coming out of San was obscene, like always. But fucking on the hard desk would be bad for San’s back- and Seonghwa wasn’t exactly gentle. “H-Hyung?” San blinked open his eyes, when the pleasure stopped, watching the alpha in concern.
“Nothing’s wrong, my omega, my prince” he kissed San’s forehead softly “a desk is a bad option. Let’s move to the extra room in your cabin”
“I don’t wanna move, hyung” San pouted, only a few moments where he acted childishly, Seonghwa smiled indulgingly. Never the one to deny San anything, even the King had chastised him for giving into San too easily. But Seonghwa knew, the King could only keep his facade for short while, San's doe eyes and adorable smile could make any man, creature do anything- maybe one of the reasons Jung listens to the prince, even if forcefully.
“I will carry you, princess” He laughed fondly, San brightening up at the prospect, stretching his hands out eagerly, waiting to be carried. “So spoiled, aren’t you, baby?” San only purred, content in the arms of his trusted companion, taking in the scent of lemon and spice that comforted him every time.