Crave You Forever
Chapter 81: Haeun X Yeongsoo oneshot (1)

Chapter 81: Haeun X Yeongsoo oneshot (1)

In the grand halls of the palace, morning light seeped through tall windows, casting a soft glow over everything it touched. The air was still, until Haeun’s voice rang out, breaking the silence.

"Yeongsoo!" Haeun’s tone held a hint of mischief, as if he’d already thought of something daring and was summoning his favorite partner in crime.

Yeongsoo appeared at the doorway soon after, bowing with practiced grace. "Your Majesty," he greeted softly, stepping inside, his expression calm but alert. His pretty face making Haeun’s breath hitch.

Haeun looked over his shoulder at him, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Come closer, Yeongsoo," he drawled, his voice unusually low. "I’ve been waiting."

A slight blush rose on Yeongsoo’s cheeks, though he kept his composure as he approached the king. "Is there something you need, Your Majesty?"

Haeun stretched lazily, a smirk curling his lips. "Oh, yes," he said, eyeing Yeongsoo in a way that was anything but subtle. "I’m trying on my new robes, and I require... a second opinion."

Yeongsoo’s gaze flickered with confusion, though he didn’t hesitate to respond. "Of course, Sire. I’d be happy to assist."

Haeun grinned, moving to the rack where his new robes hung. He draped a deep green garment around his shoulders, fastening the clasp with an exaggerated flourish. He turned to face Yeongsoo, who was watching him with a steady and neutral gaze.

"Well?" Haeun asked, taking a step closer. "What do you think?"

Yeongsoo examined the robe, nodding. "It suits you, Your Majesty. The color complements you."

Haeun’s eyes glinted, amusement dancing in them. "Just the robe? Or do I look pleasing overall?" He took another step forward, letting his hand rest lightly on Yeongsoo’s shoulder, his touch lingering.

Yeongsoo’s eyes widened, his breath catching, but he didn’t dare pull away. "You... always look suitable, Your Majesty," he replied, his voice steady yet soft.

Haeun chuckled, his hand sliding down Yeongsoo’s arm. "Such proper words," he murmured, tilting his head. "But I wonder... have you ever thought of me in ways that weren’t quite so... formal?"

Yeongsoo’s heart skipped a beat as Haeun’s words settled in, heavy with implication. His eyes flicked downward, his cheeks tinged pink. "Your Majesty, my only thought is to serve you well."

Haeun leaned in closer, his lips just a whisper away from Yeongsoo’s ear. "And you do serve me well, Yeongsoo... perhaps too well. So well, in fact, that I can’t stop thinking about you." His hand slid to the small of Yeongsoo’s back, pulling him just a little closer.

Yeongsoo shivered, his senses overwhelmed by the alpha’s presence, his scent warm and enticing. "S-Sire..." he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, caught between a desire to step back and a deeper, quieter yearning to stay exactly where he was.

Haeun’s fingers traced down Yeongsoo’s arm, his touch gentle but deliberate. "I’ve been waiting for the day I could tell you this," he murmured, his tone softer now. "You’re not just a servant to me, Yeongsoo. You’re... someone I want by my side. Closer than anyone else."

Yeongsoo’s breath hitched, his eyes meeting Haeun’s as the king’s words settled over him. His loyalty and duty warred with his own, deeply buried feelings, emotions he’d tried to keep hidden. "Your Majesty, I..."

"Just Haeun," the king whispered, his hand lifting to brush lightly against Yeongsoo’s cheek. "When we’re like this, forget titles. It’s just you... and me."

Yeongsoo’s defenses faltered, and he allowed himself to melt, just a little, into Haeun’s touch. His eyes softened, his heart racing. "Then... Haeun," he murmured, feeling the name on his tongue like something forbidden but exhilarating. "Is this truly what you want?"

Haeun’s lips curved into a smile, his thumb brushing lightly over Yeongsoo’s cheek. "More than anything," he said, his voice rich with sincerity.

"...."

Shaking his head he pushed Haeun away, he knew the kind of eyes that were around Haeun.

He would be throwing himself in the lion’s den.

"I’m deeply honored that you care for me your majesty. But I can’t accept it. I’m but a lowly servant.."

"....."

"You don’t understand, I want to..."

"Your majesty.." Yeongsoo cut him off, he should make his stance known least he gave Haeun any other thoughts. "If you don’t have any orders left for me, I’d like to take my leave and return to my quarters..."

Haeun bit his lips as he turned his head and walked away.

For the first time, Yeongsoo leaned against the wall, his hands clenched.

How could he ever eye the king when there were many other omegas with better status than him.

"It wouldn’t be best to start what I can’t finish.."

Days passed, but the tension between Haeun and Yeongsoo lingered, a quiet yet undeniable current that no formal bows or polite exchanges could erase.

Haeun grew restless, his mind consumed by thoughts of his stubborn servant who seemed determined to evade him at every turn. Each time they met, Yeongsoo would bow respectfully, his eyes lowered, careful to avoid any gesture that could suggest familiarity. But beneath his composed demeanor, Haeun could sense the hesitation, the silent yearning that mirrored with his own.

One evening, as the palace grounds fell into an expectant hush, Haeun found himself unable to bear the distance any longer. Summoning Yeongsoo under the guise of a late-night errand, he waited in his private quarters, his heart racing with an intensity that few other matters could stir in him. When Yeongsoo finally entered, his expression wary, Haeun met his gaze with a calm that concealed his inner turmoil.

"Yeongsoo," Haeun began, voice softened, lacking his usual playful tone. "I’ve asked you here because there’s something I need you to hear... without any formalities or barriers."

Yeongsoo hesitated, glancing around the room as if searching for an escape route. "Your Majesty, I thought we agreed—"

"No titles," Haeun interrupted, taking a step forward. "Not tonight."

Yeongsoo’s eyes widened slightly, his composure faltering. "But, Your... Haeun, this isn’t appropriate. You have a duty, and I... I am no one."

Haeun shook his head, his gaze unwavering. "To me, you are everything." The words hung in the air, raw and unrestrained, leaving no room for misinterpretation. "I’ve spent weeks trying to respect your wishes, but I can’t pretend any longer, Yeongsoo. Not when you fill my thoughts day and night."

Yeongsoo’s hands clenched at his sides, his struggle evident in the way his jaw tightened, as if each word was a battle he waged against himself. "You don’t understand," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "If anyone found out... they would say I was trying to rise above my station, that I was... manipulating you."

"Then let them talk," Haeun replied firmly. "This palace has its secrets and whispers, but I’ve never cared for them, not until you became one of them." He stepped closer, his fingers brushing over Yeongsoo’s hand, his touch gentle yet possessive. "You say you’re just a servant, but to me, you’re so much more. And I want you to know that—no matter who speaks against it."