Pure perfection. Breathtaking. Dark, mysterious eyes that are promising you everything and nothing at the same time. Perfectly shaped pink lips, curved into a sweet, but not too sweet smile that indicates the owners sexiness. Delicately formed cheekbones, like some statue, made by the most talented artist. The ideal shape of nose, that makes every last girl envious and startled by the beauty of this face. But looking down, you can find more. A slim figure with slightly broad shoulders, the flawless stomach you can only dream of, followed by narrower waist and the visible, alluring hipbones. And this round, perky ass you want to just slap hard and...
A loud smack echoed in the room and Seungri cursed himself with a higher voice than normal; it really was true that slaps hurt more when you do it on a bare skin. With a small pout at himself (because bigger wouldn't do any good to his skin) he massaged his buttock, ending his litany to himself he did everyday - the psychologist said it was good for your ego, doesn't matter this advice was meant for his uncle with depression. Truth to be told, the time when he was closest to depression was when the whole palace ran out of strawberry soap he so loved.
He ended drying himself with a big, fluffy towel with a panda symbol on it, and dressed in his boxers. Clapping his hands and letting the maids enter the spacious bathroom, he let them dress him up. After a short while he ended up in a black suit, black shirt and deliciously crimson tie. With contentment he looked at himself in the mirror, noticing the light blush on one of the younger maids. She was not bad for a mere daughter of peasants, but still too normal for Prince's standards. Sending them all away with an offhand gesture, he walked up closer to the mirror, holding some hair spray and gel in his hands. Before he did anything, he looked once more at the beautifully decorated door leading to his bedroom. Finding them tightly shut, he smiled widely. No one was allowed to see how the Prince did his own kind of magic.
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His loud, quick steps were echoing through the empty hallways, when with one hand he tried to tie his blue tie (that according to Seungri perfectly matched with his blonde hair), and with the other to put on the black jacket that matched the black pants. It was already eleven a.m., but everyone in the palace knew the quirks of the Prince, so no one was really expecting him to be up before one p.m. Escpecially, that yesterday evening he took in some 'lost soul', as he described the blonde supermodel he had a photoshoot with that morning.
Normally, Daesung when hearing about something like that would just roll his eyes and go to either
learn some new magical things, or to piss someone off with new spells and tricks. But today was different. It was ten a.m. when one of the King's personal servants woke him up, saying that the Prince is to meet his father, the King at eleven a.m. If not, the one who should be punished will be Prince's fairy Godfather.
Any other time he would just politely say the servant to just fuck off and go to Seungri, but he really liked his skin as it was; it wasn't any mystery that the old King had a thing for slapping. Seungri isn't much behind him in that, he thought, turning left and bumping into some embarassed maids, chatting eagerly about something. Well, at least he knew that the Prince was up. When the maids apologised to him, even more embarassed than before, and he resumed his little journey, he returned to his previous thoughts. Even though Daseung knew Seungri all his life, still some things about him were really disturbing, in more ways than one. For example, the slapping. Since he was four, everytime Seungri or someone else mentioned his bottom he was so proud of, he couldn't suppress the urge to slap himself in the ass. It was one of the major reasons why, throughout the whole kingdom, it was banned to talk about Prince's bottom in his presence, as it always led to weird and awkward situations.
For example, whe Seungri was introduced to his first fiancée, Princess Fiona, and the 'bottom incident' happened, her mother stared at the fifthteen year old boy with a dangerous (in a devious way) glint in her eyes, while the indigant and loud small man, that was her father, turned into a frog from the shock. As it goes for the Princess, she burst into some pretty nasty laugh, that any normal girl in her age couldn't even produce. And so, the Prince ran away to his chambers, crying that his horrible father wanted him to marry an ogre. When about a year ago the delegation from the Far Far Away kingdom was sent to annouce the marriage of Fiona with some swampy ogre called Shrek, the Prince only snorted, saying "I knew it"; for the next few hours he locked himself up in his bedroom, not letting anyone in, even when some really weird noises came out of there.
While he was getting closer to Seungri's chambers, he heard a loud sniffing and wailing, emphasized by a desperate hiccup at the end. He furrowed his brows, adjusting his suit and preparing mentally for what was to come.
Seeing a blonde young man, who wasn't really a noble, but a mere Godparent, made her hysterical even more. He wasn't any noble, but everyone knew him. A fairy Godparent of the one and only Prince Seungri, the Panda Master.
Still sprawled on the floor beside the door of Seungri's bedroom, his yesterday doll for fun clinged onto his leg, pressing her cheek to it and dirtying it with her snots. Through continuous wailing she mumbled something that contained the words 'love', 'sexy', 'omg this butt' and 'wanna see more, but he won't let me'.
Sighing, he shook her off, telling her to come back later and promising her that she will be given an original photo set of a nude, sleeping Prince. She wandered off, pretty happy, even if a few moments earlier she looked like she was about to die.
Sadly for her, Daesung was lying. Firstly, the photos weren't in any way special or original. Every woman the Prince was sleeping with was getting them. Secondly, it wasn't even the Prince on the photos – there was this one time Daesung left his camera in the King's chambers. Once he retrieved it, it was full of nude pictures of the, still narcisstic, King. After some photoshop work was done, Seungri's face was plastered to his father's body.
Daseung never really told about his little prank to his ward. He also never really tried to explain the weird gossips around the town saying, that in reality Prince's body was a one of an old man.
For real, it was too much of a good fun to ruin it.
He cleared his throat and knocked on the door delicately, as he was taught.
"Who is it? If it's Daesung, you can go away this moment." Daesung felt how his brow twitched uncontrollably, but tried to contain a straight face and a calm voice.
"Prince, you can't treat your humble servant and a friend like that."
"Don't care, just go away. You can even die if it goes for me." The vein that was slowly growing on his forehead finally snapped. He exhaled and inhaled deeply for a little, backing up from the door for a few steps. One last time he inhaled the palace air, filled with some kind of sweet perfumes, and opened his eyes he closed in the process.
"Like hell I would do that, you stupid panda Prince!" A short, strong kick and the poor door lied helplessly on the side, looking like they were trying to say "WE TRIED".
Stepping into the Prince's bedroom Daesung shook off of himself the invisible dust and stood before Seungri with folded arms and a deep, pissed off frown on his face.
Strangely, the Prince was fully clothed in a shiny black suit made of silk. With a slight pout on his handsome face he was sitting on his enormous bed, holding between his legs a natural sized stuffed panda. His hair were a little ruffled and out of their ordinary place, but it was the only thing Daesung could tell was wrong, seeing as Seungri's face was buried deep into the plushie's chest.
"Seungri-ah, you have a meeting with the King in five minutes, let's get going."
"No." the dark haired man looked at him like he was a really ugly, big cockroach with blonde hair and in a tuxedo with a blue tie. "And now leave me alone" he waved his hand like he was reprimanding a small, annoying kid. Slowly, Daesung took one step closer to the bed, still with a scaringly straight look on his face. Seungri didn't look like he noticed something; his face was once again buried into the stuffed panda, the only thing the blonde could hear was some unrecognizable murmuring, that in some moments sounded even like sobbing.
"I can't do that. Either way, once again you made me deal with your toys. Do you know how much it costs me to get rid of them these days? They are like leeches, psychotic fangirls that keep coming back." One more step into the bed's direction; two more to go.
"Haven't you heard? I don't care. Besides, she was a pretty nasty bitch, she kept staring at me" he grumbled, squeezing the plushie even more; the head of the poor panda looked, like it was about to pop off anytime now. It took him one month to found the toy that the panda loving Prince would like for his fithteenth birthday. Sometimes Daesung had the impression that it was the only thing that Seungri really cherished in his life, like for real. If he was given an ultimatum – save his childhood friend and a fairy Godfather Daesung from painful death, or to save his stuffed panda he called Mr. Cuddly (the official version was Leonard) from some pink nailed bitchy girls, without thinking he would go on a rescue mission for his lovable and cuddly stuffed friend. In times like that Daesung was wondering whether the Prince would die young because earlier Daesung will be killed in the most pitiful way you can imagine, or he will die young because Daesung will kill him out of pure need of his soul.
"Well, it's weird if it goes for you. You love to be looked at, you' re so narcisstic you say you don't have the heart to steal people the opportunity to stare at your beauty! Simply saying, you're an attention whore, Seungri."
"But I let people stare at me when I want them to! And this bitch, even in this state I'm in right now, and even after I screamed at her kept staring at me like I was some kind of alien with hair problem!" the never leaving dark circles under the raven's eyes seemed to grow even bigger, when the said man burst into tears, his brows furrowed in anger at the stupid girl and unconsciously he sank his teeth into the soft plush (an old habit of his – when he was angry, he was starting to bite without thinking). For a minute he grumbled something not really censorable under his breath, saying something about satisfying the bitch and taking a break. Daesung only rolled his eyes and stared with anticipation at his watch. Still three more minutes to go. His skin has the chance to be saved. And one more step to the bed.
"So you're saying you're pissed, because you used all of your hair gel and it's not enough?" It wasn't really a question, but sometimes not stating the facts can be really useful.
"Yes! And this stupid bitch kept lying to me that my hair were perfect and I should leave them just like that! JUST LIKE THAT. I knew it, she was the daughter of some not worthy any attention peasants, of course she wouldn't know about the important things in life. I really should start to check who am I going to let to enter my holy bed..." the stream of words that left Seungri's mouth drowned in the flow of blonde's own thoughts. When the Prince was starting to nag, it was better to simply shut your brain off – you could save more energy, and your mind for a few minutes stayed in this deliciously blank state some call Nirvana.
After taking the last step, without even one word of explanation Daesung lifted his friend's body from the bed, ignoring his obviously indignant squeal and the fact, that the stuffed panda he was still holding was successfully blocking his point of view at the way before him.
While still hearing somewhere in his subconsciousness the constant blabbering of the annoying Prince he stumbled out of the room, knocking out some random maid which happened to be passing by at that time (remember he still had the big panda on his eyes). When they almost fell from the stairs (Seungri stopped his ranting for a moment to curse loudly), something suddnely snatched the toy out of the raven's hands, and Daesung felt like he was newly born, gaining back his eyesight.
"Who are you claming to be to take my precious Mr. Cuddly from me!" Seungri started to struggle even more in the blonde's grip, trying very hard to kick the stupid person in the head for his revenge.
Daesung looked a little up and his gaze met a pair of black, alluring eyes with thick, dark eyebrows. Right above them there was a dense tangle of blue hair, all in a mess. Seungri also looked at the man who took his lovely plushie and even if Daesung couldn't see his face, he could feel how the Prince silently stops breathing, simply outraged.
"No, this has come too far. Now I look like my brother with this hair! Now we both look like a total disaster! What next, a new fiancée?!" The two men only rolled their eyes in response, Daesung finally (not without visible relief on his face) let go of his ward, letting him land gracefully on the floor like a big, black cat (say what you want, but he was really flexible and agile).
"Seungri, father wants to see you. He seems impatient, so better hurry" he patted his little brother on the head, making him squirm under him, spatting out some things that sounded like "Don't make it worse!". Finally Seungri shook off of himself his brother's hand, pouting at him and glaring a little. Seeing his loving and slightly distressed stare though, he decided to let it go. This time. He might be his older brother, but he had to listen to him. It's the condition of brothership, right?
He tried to make his hair a little better, believing in his sixth sense, but seeing the amuse stare of his stupid Godfather, he let his hands drop. This day couldn't get any worse. With all dignity that was left, he put on a straight face and stepped into the coronation hall, where his father was always seeing his ministers. At the end of a huge room, that was supported at equal distances with massive Corinthian columns, was the throne. Almost two meters tall, finished with decorative symbols and a gold emblem of the kingdom with a crown in it, covered with red velvet, it always looked appealing to the young Prince. There was even a time when he wanted to become the new King, but one look at the duties of his older brother, who was the first in line heir, made him change his mind almost instantly. For him, it was too much of a fuss, being a king. You know, wars, battles, dealing with people you don't like, marrying some stupid princess... He didn't plan on doing any of these things. Especially the last one.
On the throne there sat a man; you could see a strings of gray in his hair already, but his eyes still looked pretty lively. It could even look impressing for Seungri, if it wasn't for the enormous amount of red that was surrounding his father. The man loved to show everyone around his power, so the royal red was an inseparable part of his clothes. To the raven, his father looked like a big, grumpy clown (not only for him, if we speak the truth).
"You came a minute after the time" he looked with furrowed brows at his golden watch and tapped his foot impatiently. Before even Seungri could retort something in his own manner, the face of his father lightened up, as he looked at Daesung behind him with a dangerous glint in his eye.
"Daesung, come here, pretty boy." the blue haired man patted the blonde on the shoulder with pure compassion; the said boy gulped loudly, wanting only to run away.
"Well, let's not be so accurate, I brought him, right?" an emabrassed laugh left his lips, but it was out of tone and false. His eyes were nervously scanning the big interior, searching for a way out. There's got to be something, he can't just like that give up his pretty, baby-like skin!
The king's eyes squinted a little, and it was obvious for everyone in the hall that he wasn't going to let Daseung go. He wanted to slap something and it was time to fulfill this need.
"No buts, Daesungie. I think we had a deal; eleven, or a punishment. You didn't do your part of the deal, so you have to be punished" his eyes were shining like the one's of a madman, and Daesung looked around himself, searching for support in his friends.
Seungri was really busy with inspecting his nails, his hand from time to time travelled to his hair, and a quiet groan could be heard everytime he did that. The blue haired on the other hand, was humming something under his nose, his low voice making it sound like he had a lump in his throat; his eyes were looking everywhere, only not at Daesung.
Friends, indeed.
When the King raised from his throne and pointed at Daesung, ready to give an order to the guards at the entrance to the coronation hall, the blonde lost it. Without much further thinking he directed to one of the high and narrow windows behind the red curtains. A second later there was a loud sound of glass shattering and something fell hard to the ground on the other side of the window.
For a moment there was only silence, as everyone stared dumbfounded in the direction Daesung 'left' the room. The blue haired even stopped humming, and his younger brother stopped inspecting his hair. The king slowly lowered his hand he was pointing at Daesung with, and sat again on the throne, even more grumpy than before. He looked at his younger son and sighed with irritation.
"Seungri, you're going on a trip." the raven shot his head up from his nails, suddenly suspicious.
"You're not sending me to the Far Far Away Kingdom, right?" the two men looked at him with astonishment.
"No. You and Daesung are going on a trip to find you a wife." suddenly two loud laughs were heard in the room and the angry old man murmured something to himself, saying something about esteem, and a lost chance to 'have a good fun'.
"Me, finding a wife? Shouldn't you first look for a girl for Tabi, you old geezer?!"
"Him, finding a wife? He can't even find his own boxers in the morning!"
The two shouted at the same time, and stared at each other for a while, silently throwing daggers at the other.
"At least I'm no longer a virgin!"
"Yeah?! And I don't have to ask Daesung to bring me a new pair of boxers almost everyday, because someone has stolen them!"
The father of the lovely brothers only shook his head in disapprovement and sighed heavily, as the conflict between the brothers started to escalate. Now Tabi thrown Mr. Cuddly not so gently on the floor, and Seungri gasped loudly, preparing for an attack with his freshly manicured nails. As the fight started to be more and more fierce, the King nodded his hand at the guards, who parted the fighting boys; Seungri's hair were even more ruffled than before, he was hugging Mr. Cuddly to his chest while hissing lowly at his brother. Tabi snorted loudly and looked away from his brother, the white shirt he had on himself was now wrinkled and out of his pants.
When once more they stood before their father, a gloomy looks still on their faces, the King decided he could continue.
"Tabi, you're going with them." Seungri pouted a little more, but Tabi looked at the man with disbelief.
"Why? Shouldn't I stay here in case of some emergency?" the King shook his head.
"I don't think it will be necessary, it's a time of piece. But I want you to have an eye on your brother, as he could likely start a new war, you now how skillful he is in that." It wasn't something to be proud of, but Seungri wasn't any normal being, and his standards and morals were a little off, so he threw out his chest proudly at the statement. Tabi on the other hand only sighed in defeat. He wasn't going to win this one.
"On your way, you have to give my present to the King of SM Kingdom. It's really important, so better do it." his stare was firm and serious, but the brothers only shrugged their shoulders. Many things that weren't much of a big deal were taken seriously by the King.
"Any complaints?" Seungri and Tabi only got to open their mouths when their father interrupted them.
"No? Good. You're setting off tomorrow morning. And tell someone to find Daesung. He can't hide from me forever, and his punishment is waiting."
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