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kumo_is_kumo
Title: The Perfect Choice (Volume 1)
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Drama, Angst, Fantasy
Length: Series
Summary: This is a story of a Crown Prince and an ordinary boy from two different worlds who are brought by fate and get tangled in a complicated relationship. Are they the perfect one for each other?
“Good morning, Young Master Kibum.” Secretary Hwang greets him. Kibum forces a smile despite his appearance with swollen eyes. He has been crying the whole night and his eyes are so heavy now.
The car door is opened for him and he gets in with a yawn.
His arrival to the school is not going to stay unnoticed. His black shiny car enters the gate of the school, stopping at the special parking lot and when he gets down from the car, flashes of camera and the buzzing sounds of people talking around him are so annoying.
People must be spreading nonsense fancams again...
Kibum can hear the whispers around him; some saying just how lucky he is, some are still congratulating him, and the others are burning with jealousy and bad mouthing him. He can care less; it is not his business to hear people’s opinion.
The guards are walking around him in circle to prevent the students from getting too close to him. Kibum is thankful for that one.
“Kibum!” He hears Joonmyun’s voice calling for him and Kibum feels the corner of his lips is tugging upwards. He forgets about his friends—
“You cannot get close. Step back,” the guard says to Joonmyun. Kibum grits his teeth in annoyance; this is what he doesn’t like. He sends an apologizing stare to his friend and Joonmyun simply waves it away with a smile.
So much for a noisy morning.
As soon as he enters the classroom, some of his classmates are greeting him a bit too cheerful for his liking. He replies onto their smiles though. It is just a bit awkward, knowing that he is no longer the ordinary class president, but now the Crown Prince’s spouse-class-president.
Say, talking about the Prince...
Kibum simply ignores the Prince and moves to his seat by the window. The Prince can deal with himself at the back of the class.
“Oi, Kibum!” Woohyun calls him, dragging a chair closer to his table, followed by Yixing with a smile on his face. Kibum grins; the presence of his friends will always be able to cheer him up.
“Hey, ‘sup.”
“So... what’s with the news? You are all over the TV, buddy!” Woohyun exclaims with shining eyes. Kibum rolled his, holding his chin with his hand. “Just stop with that topic for a while, will you? I have so much going on just from the early morning. I feel like headache is coming to me.”
“Cheer up, buddy! It’s not that bad! You are famous!”
Kibum scoffs; typical Woohyun to be so cheerful. He playfully pushes Woohyun’s hand from the top of his book and the other hits him on his arm. Kibum is not being able to stop the guard from grabbing onto Woohyun’s arm in a death grip.
“Ow!”
“Oh my God, stop it!” Kibum says to the guard. The man bows and steps back; face straight as if he doesn’t do anything just now. Kibum rolled his eyes and scoffs.
“Does it hurt?” He asks him. Woohyun grins and waves it away. “Nah, don’t worry about that! But it’s so cool; having guards around you, Kibum!” Woohyun whispers lowly. Kibum hisses at him.
“This is getting ridiculous,”
Yixing laughs and reaches forward to ruffle his hair, not noticing the glare he gets from the Crown Prince. “Don’t say like that,” he says before moving away when the teacher is coming.
Kibum sighs as the lessons are going. Staring out the window and at how the birds are chirping loudly, Kibum fails to notice the stare glued on the back of his head, courtesy of the Crown Prince.
The bell rings and Kibum leans against his seat, stretching his back while yawning.
“Kibum-ah, let’s grab some sandwiches!” Yixing calls for him. He hums and stands up, before suddenly secretary Hwang comes over to him.
“I’m sorry, Young Master Kibum, but you are having lunch with the Prince.”
Kibum exchanges glance with his friends and they give him thumbs up. He rolls his eyes at their obvious act.
There is this golden spot by the corner of lunch room where various high-class dishes are being placed and golden cutlery is waiting to be picked. Kibum rolls his eyes and snorts.
They are over reacting over a lunch time, what the hell.
He sits down across the Prince and when the dishes are being served on his plate, Kibum simply eats without saying anything. The Crown Prince is staring at him while eating and Kibum ignores him.
“What’s wrong with your eyes?” Prince Jonghyun asks him all of sudden. Kibum holds back from snorting. “None of your business.”
The rest of the lunch time is silent and Kibum stops eating even though the food is still visible on his plate. “Do you not like the food, Young Master?”
“I’m full.”
Kibum rises up, stuffing his hands into his pockets while walking away from the lunch room. He wants to be alone but the guards are not leaving him. He sighs and walks back to the class, ignoring the way the Crown Prince is staring at his retreating back.
The lessons are starting again and Kibum is bored to death. He is usually paying attention to the teacher but he is having so much in his mind and he can’t stop thinking about everything.
“...and there will be homework for you. Oh, I forgot the book in the teachers’ room. Kibum-ssi, can you—ah no, Sunyoung-ssi, can you grab—”
“No, I will take it, Sir.” Kibum stands up. Just because he has the status now, he won’t stop being a good student. The teacher is panicking when the guards are moving as well, following him out from the classroom. Kibum stops by the door and he rolls his eyes.
“Oh gosh. Please. Stop following me around.”
“But Young Master—”
“The teachers’ room is not that far, for God’s sake. Ah, whatever,” he hisses.
Wednesday.
The guards are outside as Kibum is having his business in the restroom. He is currently washing his hand when suddenly he hears a mocking chuckle from behind him. Glancing up, Kibum glares at the reflection of that someone.
“What the hell do you want.”
“Oi, you are lucky, eh? Where is your lovely Crown Prince?” The other says in a mocking tone. Kibum snorts.
“Until when will you pick a fight with me, Lee Kikwang?”
The other smirks. “Until you get kicked out from the basketball team, Kim-shit-Kibum.”
Kibum sighs at his words. “Look. It was not my fault that you didn’t get into the official team. You might be not talented enough.”
The other leans closer, a fisted hand is lifted up in the air. “You fucker! Say one more word and you are done!”
He hisses in front of his face before walking out, bumping his shoulder hard against Kibum’s. He sighs.
On Thursday, the lesson is going but Kibum is not paying attention. He had lost count of how many times he has been sighing in the entire day. He is losing his focus.
“Kibum-ssi, please read the narration on page 233.”
Oh, he is not listening. The birds on the trees are much more interesting than this.
“Kibum-ssi?”
Woohyun nudges his shoulder with his pencil. Kibum jolts on his seat and stares questioningly at his friend. Woohyun mouths ‘Mr. Park!’ and Kibum snaps his head forward to see Mr. Park staring at him.
He grins guiltily before picking his book. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Hey, Kibum-ah. Wanna play for a few rounds?” Yixing stops by his table as he is putting his books back into his bag. Kibum smiles and nods his head. He hopes he can relieve some stress away.
It is so refreshing; playing freely like this. Kibum laughs as Joonmyun fails to catch the ball he passes to him. He gets a high-five from Minseok before he runs away at Joonmyun’s playful glare. Woohyun passes him the ball and Kibum shoots it into the ring.
“It’s nice!” He exclaims.
Yixing laughs and goes over to grab the ball at the corner of the court. He stops, however, when other hands are grabbing onto the ball. Glancing at the direction, Kibum hisses at the sight of Kikwang holding onto the orange basketball, with his group behind him.
“I see you are having fun. Mind if we join you?”
Kibum forces a smile on his gritted teeth. “No. The more the merrier. This is a battle.”
Kikwang laughs mockingly and grins, “People with no talent like you want to battle with me? Seriously?”
Shrugging, Kibum grins back at him. “Just don’t cry to your momma when you lose,” he hisses the words.
The battle between the two teams is so tensed. Kibum refuses to lose. He blows a deep breath out from his mouth, right hand dribbling the ball while glancing at Yixing. He passes the ball to him, before running forward, only to be stopped by Kikwang with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Kibum hisses, blinking the sweat out from his eyes. It is raining hard at the moment but no one wants to stop the game. It is so fierce. He tries to run pass him, but the other boy bumps his fist against Kibum’s waist. He chokes on his saliva and glares at him.
“This is why you would never be chosen into the team,” hisses Kibum lowly. The other shrugs innocently and grins.
Kibum runs away, catching the ball Minseok passes to him before scoring for their team. His friends cheer for him and he hears Kikwang growls. It is not ended yet.
Both teams are scoring again and again, and Kibum seriously despises that boy. He has hurt him many times by landing his fist and elbow here and there on Kibum’s body and he won’t be surprised by later when he finds the bruises blooming.
“You are playing so harsh. That’s cheating, bastard,”
“I don’t understand what you are talking about, Kim.”
Kibum hisses before running away from him to grab the ball, but he lands down to the ground when a leg is tripping him before it quickly retreats back. The guards are running towards him; one helping him up while the other is grabbing onto Kikwang’s arm and twists it onto his back.
He smirks, “I didn’t do anything. We are just playing.” He says in fake innocence.
“I’m fine. Let him go.” Kibum whispers to the guard and the brat is released from the tight grip. His friends come over to him, asking him whether he is okay and Kibum waves them off with a smile.
“I’m alright, but the rain is not stopping anytime soon. Let’s end the game here for today.”
After exchanging byes with his friends, Kibum is led to the car. He feels the throbbing pain by his ankle and he hisses lowly, holding the pain and tries to walk as normal as possible. He doesn’t want to make a scene again for today, it has been enough drama.
At the far away from the court, a shiny black car is parked there the whole time and the Crown Prince rolls the window up. He has been watching the game for the whole time and seeing his soon-to-be fiancé is holding the pain on his leg, it is seriously making him worry to no end.
A/N: Hello, everybody! <3 So, the third chapter is up and the romance starts from here~
Hope to know what you think about this story and leave a comment or two down there :D
Thanks for reading! <3
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Date: 2015-03-14 01:32 pm (UTC)poor crown prince, his fiancé is ignoring him and yet he still worries for him, I hope they can open up to each other soon
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Date: 2015-03-28 10:07 am (UTC)thanks for reading <3
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Date: 2015-03-15 03:07 pm (UTC)anyway i hope jonghyun goes to kibum's rescue soon!!
ps did you see the jongkey moments in the tokyo dome!!!!! ^__^
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Date: 2015-03-28 10:09 am (UTC)ad yes yes i saw a lot of jongkey moments in tokyo dome <3 kyaa my heart <3
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Date: 2015-03-15 10:44 pm (UTC)Can't wait for more,
thanks.
Xx L xX
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Date: 2015-03-28 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-20 02:33 pm (UTC)Thanks for update can't wait for thier romantic scenes.goodluck:)
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Date: 2015-03-28 10:10 am (UTC)