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— waves & sorrows —
idk what this is it's kinda odysseus and penelope inspired hope it makes sense cause i only wrote it to get myself out of the writing block
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love in the kim palace was like waves. it came with a gush, flushing through taeyong's body with salt and lust. sometimes gentle like silk upon skin, others like the aching storm roaring against the ocean. but always gone as it came.
loving doyoung had been easy. at least before the unsettled happenings. meetings behind closed doors, kissing under the gold lit chandeliers, and making love in moonlight. it had left taeyong drunk, with rose hues on his cheeks and neck. doyoung would kiss him with desperation like he would get torn away from him if he didn't tangle their limbs together. two bodies, one soul. that is what they were. young and lost in the mist of blooming love.
when taeyong had first seen doyoung, in the crowd of winsome suitors, it had caught taeyong's breath. their eyes met across the room and taeyong felt like a fish thrown out of water, gasping for air and life. he had averted his gaze immediately, body flushing in the heat. they met later during dinner with the kings and their sons. taeyong had kept stealing glances at the young prince, his godly aura enough to make him stand out in the rows of suitors. "which prince do you want to marry, taeyong?" his father had asked him the night before and taeyong had kept his head low with no name on his tongue. now the question ringed in his head with the flares of doyoung's stare burning through his bones.
later doyoung would pull him inside one of the abandoned chambers in the palace. hands gripping his waist tight enough to leave crimson marks and lips pressed against his throat. they would kiss in eachother's warmth, exploring bodies for the first time. doyoung would press him against the door, one hand in his hair and other shoved in his gold laced tunic — and when doyoung would fall to his knees, mouth trailing wet kisses up his thigh, taeyong would know his answer.
the early few years of their marriage had been entrancing; blissful and serene in its beauty. they were still youthful, unknown to what life had laid for them in the future. the nights were spent bundled up together in bed and days in the hope of catching one glimpse of the other. taeyong had loved every bit of it. secret meetings between work and love shared behind closed doors. it was so heavenly and idyllic that once it was snatched away from taeyong, it had left him lost and hurting.
soon they weren't just princes. but royalties with responsibility of the entire nation on their shoulders. doyoung had been away for war, sometimes for months, sometimes for years. when not fighting between life and death on the battlefield, he was caught up in his father's court. he was less in his room and more with his swords and arrows.
