Pyrope Outskirts

@Kim Woobin (S) The water was cold. Jongsuk had no time to reply to Woobin as the water was pressing the air out of his lungs even though he was holding his breath. Sure he had expected it to be like this but it made his wounds pain even more – salty water was something he really disliked after a torture. He clinged to Woobin and breathed the air in as soon as they reached the surface again, taking in the fresh and cold air with shaky breath. He still was proud enough to admin that he was barely able to keep himself above the surface, let alone to swim, so he just held onto Woobin, moving his legs a bit to help the other.

Jongsuk grimaced slightly when Woobin pulled his hair back as the other touched the wound he had on his forehead from getting kidnapped. He took a shaky breath and looked back at Woobin. He hadn’t been so happy to see his face in quite a while – they were both alive and Woobin was unharmed, right?
“They didn’t get to hurt you, right?” he mumbled and he knew that it was clearly noticeable that he cared. He cared about Woobin but he was at a point where is head was so messed up, he didn’t even care anymore. It was okay if Woobin knew he cared for his comrade. After all he was in his squad and he cared about all those idiots in his squad.

A small snort left his broken lips when Woobin asked if he fought back.
“They thought I was mute at some point,” Jongsuk mumbled. “I am used to being kidnapped, I know how to keep alive the longest and when it is the best to stay silent.” Surely, Jongsuk had had some quite nice words prepared for these s and he was sure that those pirates wouldn’t survive for long as soon as the marine got them – not after they had kidnapped a prince and tortured him to a point where he wasn’t able to swim, let alone walk. “The image they painted suits you,” Jongsuk mumbled – he had known that. Well, not for sure but all the words the pirates had spilled were things Jongsuk had guessed and heard from rumors. He didn’t mind. That was how bandits are even though Woobin was a little bit extreme. But he was an awesome soldier so there was nothing Jongsuk had to say about this. He hadn’t cause them any trouble ever – aside from this one but Jongsuk wouldn’t let the others know he had been kidnapped because of Woobin. If he did so he could probably hang Woobin right away and that was something he wouldn’t let happen.

“Is it far?” he mumbled while he tried to keep moving. The water was cold so he needed to warm up and not faint but aside from this it was easy to guess that carrying to people must be pretty hard for Woobin. Surely, he had carried him on land before but in the water in was a difference. “Sorry,” he mumbled then. For not being strong enough to swim himself. He felt bad for it and a little bit ashamed as well – he should be strong enough to make his own escape but Jongsuk had to admit that, no, he wasn’t strong enough and without Woobin he would probably be dead by now.

(Your reply is perfect, love! So no worries x3 I am really happy about it! And mine isnt much longer <3)

@Lee Jongsuk (S) Woobin only huffed at the daring comment by his Commander. Did he not just nearly get torture to death because of him? Also the bandit had no idea how much had been sold to Jongsuk of his case but he felt safe to think the truth was all out about him: the women he wooed and stole from at the port, the pirates' wives, their treasured stolen from their name dragged in the mud for years, all so many wealth they never found again. Jongsuk sure had a few reasons to feel played by his soldier for endangering the whole troupe by withholding details about his past and hiding all those treasures he had stolen in his previous life.
"I was the one to come get your pretty out of my mess." He whispered in answer and really he wasn't sure if it was Jongsuk or the Army that changed so much he'd feel responsible for someone's life.

The ex-bandit was quick to move when he approached the yearn beam. His arm wrapped around the other's waist firmly and he took his chance to jump without any other word to the Pirates. They would insult them, mock them and there was no talking around this, Woobin was pretty certain about it.
The jump was long enough for both of them to dive pretty deep in the ocean before surfacing.
"If you don't have the strength to swim just hold onto my chest, I have someone waiting for us but we have to swim farther." Woobin said, hiding how cold he was into those waters. He'd warm up with the swim. H used both hands to pull back Jongsuk's hair and see his face.

"So you didn't fight back? I wondered if I'd get there and find your dead body because you spoke back to them. You always have the words..." those that just sounded condescending and straight up petty.
"Between I believe they painted a realistic image of me, I don't know what else there is to say." He felt sorry and maybe it was the time he should apologize, still Woobin couldn't put himself to it or it would be like saying out loud that he did care. The situation was so out of hands already he wouldn't bury himself further more in the possibility of having those signs of weakness people called feelings.
He pulled Jongsuk along as he started swimming and although the sea was relatively calm, it would be a long way to his friends embarkation.

[[ it was perfect!! my answer is so short in comparison ;--; I hope it's okay ]]

@Kim Woobin (S) The young prince of Pyrope was barely able to follow the conversation. He did realize that Woobin tried his best to make them believe that this was not about him, that he hadn’t come to save him but Jongsuk knew better. There was no other reason why Woobin would leave the camp at any given time. Woobin would have waited for a better time to make a deal with this guy if it wasn’t for Jongsuk to be saved. He knew that, if the other hadn’t appeared within the next hours he would have died a pretty disgusting death. Of course he had already met quite many pirates but none of them had been so entirely reckless. Well, aside from a few, for example that one that had shot him three times and left some really ugly scars. What a loose .
But these guys were probably on the same level with this guy. They knew how to torture and if Jongsuk wasn’t Jongsuk he would have spilled the beans long ago. He would have sung prettier than a nightingale. But he was Jongsuk, prince of Pyrope and commander of the soldiers so he would rather cut his own then spilling any important information – especially when it was about someone that he cared for.

Whatever they were talking about, to Jongsuk it barely made sense. It sounded like something only bandits and pirates were enough informed about to understand it but not soldiers. Especially not him. He tried to understand the bits and pieces his dizzy brain could still grasp but there was none. He couldn’t understand it.
At one point Woobin mentioned the army to come and bomb them into tiny, little shards of wood and, yes, Woobin was probably right. But they would get him out first and then burn everyone alive as a second thing. They were pretty reckless when it was about a member of them, neither if commander or prince. But now Woobin had come to save him and, as always, the other knew all the right words to say. It seemed so easy to him to make this guy fall for his trap and Jongsuk somehow was proud. Still angry, a bit, but proud.

Jongsuk must have zoned out for a part of the conversation as suddenly the atmosphere changed and the pirate seemed to turn pretty angry. Had Woobin said something bad? Hopefully rather something that would safe both their precious lives so Jongsuk could hit Woobin’s pretty quite hard.
Surprised he blinked when there were arms helping him up and he then noticed it was his friend. It took a long moment to realize what the other had said. Swim. So these s would let them go? Which meant ice cold sea water all around them.
“I am not going to die here,” he mumbled, almost stumbling over his own two feet. He wasn’t sure if he could swim but he definitely would not die here or on the way to land so he only had this one choice. Swimming.
He took a shaky breath and held onto Woobin, trying to not show how close they were sometimes. Woobin was probably the soldier he was the closest with.
“You won’t get rid of my pretty yet,” he whispered so that only Woobin was able to hear it, straightening his back.

The pain was getting to his head, or rather the numbness. His head was spinning and his body was feeling like but he wouldn’t let the pirates know. They had ed him up too much already, he would not offer them such triumph over him. He looked up at Woobin, taking a shaky breath. At least he had come to save him. And they needed to make it so Jongsuk could give Woobin the bouquet of stinging nettle and thistles. And something nice as he had, after all, saved him.
A shaky breath left his lips and it hurt to breathe – no, in fact everything hurt right now but they would leave this place. They would leave it and Jongsuk would look for some sweet nice place to stay for the next few days to get back to energy. Oh yes, just Woobin and him, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it for nice things or if he rather wanted to rip Woobin’s off first. Probably not. After all he still needed him and he had come to save his sweet, precious .

(I was so tired during the end I hope it still makes sense >3<)

@Lee Jongsuk (S) The Pirates did not wait for him to get started clearly. Jongsuk was only painful to look at, maddeningly but Woobin knew those pirates: the moment they'd know the heartless player could care for someone, they'd play him like a doll. He executed a very formal salute to the Commander although the latter wasn't looking, his heel tapping the floor and his arm moving so strongly the fabric repeated the noise that was so impressive when it was done by about a hundred of soldiers.
He ignored the Pirates' comment and addressed their prisoner more formally than he ever had and maybe with the force he'd display if he wasn't sure they'd make it.
"Permission to negociate."
He wouldn't wait for the answer, the plan was to draw a line between them so that the Pirates would unbind the Prince's fate from his.
He turned to the Captain, ignoring the little crew which certainly tortured Jongsuk earlier. He stepped closer to speak quietly enough to the man holding all the power on-board.
"The Army are slow to act, but they know and soon enough, the army will destroy your ship rather than negociate for his life." He said, making a faint head sign in the direction of his Commander. The truth was all too different.
"I couldn't care less for your ship or for a toy of mine but you do own the other half of the key to the seven seas treasure."

There it was again, money and gain in the center of the talk. The treasure was a legend to most but one night when the Pirate had come home to his frivolous wife, Woobin had been hiding in the bathroom through the whole tale of how the other had stolen half the key to open the safe to a long lost treasure. That one was worthless without its sister key he no claimed to have, out of nowhere.
Rare were those who even believed in its existence, let alone those who knew the key was carefully split in two and that was what Woobin based his scam on.
"The moment this ty log hits the sandy submarine ground," he said, caressing a beam, "I will be the first to go through the remainings of your crap to find your half."
He whispered it with conviction and malice in his eyes. Of course Jongsuk wasn't aware of it, no one was and the Captain was left with a crucial choice.
/"You're bluffing."/
"Am I?" He said with a wicked smile. He loved it. The Pirates' thirst for treasures, more than they could hold. And luckily his reputation made his speech believable, he stole from everyone, kept jewels in so many secret location some bandits tried herbs mixes to get in his head, to make his tongue give out his secrets and it worked once, then Woobin stepped up his game. He was maybe retired but he still held a third of the royals' stolen jewels and no one could attack him for it since he was all forgiven.
"What I can say is: I will love to hear the canons, hearing the wood break, I will cherish the shrapnel-like toothpicks of your ship that will cut my skin, but you know bastards like me just survive those things. I will walk over your dead lineage, your ring ornating my thumb, your crow on my shoulder the moment I don't have a Commander anymore. And I'll take all your rum with me to the Cavern of the seven seas."
/" you! Give me your half of the key and you leave with your toy."/
Woobin laughed with all his heart, because really,if he had such a key, never would he risk it.
"You don't understand what's about to happen here: I will just wait for all of you to die and I'll have all the treasure."
The Pirate was cornered and Woobin bought himself some time to come up with a plan to actually get the missing key, but of course, he'd have to snale his way out of this. The Army wouldn't protect him after a Prince was tortured for nothing.
/"Get off my ship. I know where to find your toy, be sure to give him the key or next time I meet him he's dead."/
The words were spat in Woobin's face and he stepped back before joining Jongsuk: they were free, for the time being.
He extended both arms to help Jongsuk up.
/"Unless he dies on your swim home."/
The icing laugh of the Pirate would be nothing next to the water they were to be thrown in.
"Sir, do you think you can swim?" He ask, only trying to know it Jongsuk was conscious.

@Kim Woobin (S) Jongsuk wasn’t sure how much time had passed or if any time had passed at all. His head hurt and was spinning but that was actually quite advantageous. It made him too dizzy in his head to spill whatever they wanted him to spill. Not that he would – he had been trained as a prince to shut his mouth at all costs and being a commander had deepened that skill. So here he was, barely conscious but pretty much mute. He hadn’t even spilled a simply word, hadn’t even screamed and he remembered from the back of his head that someone had asked if they were sure if he was even able to speak. He was. But he would rather bite his tongue off than speaking with such s. He wasn’t even sure what they wanted from him. Their questions were weird and made no sense at all. Or maybe it was just them torturing him that messed with his head.

The young prince took a few shaky breaths in when someone ripped his head up by his hair, once again – seemed they really liked doing that. He wondered if they even knew that he was a prince and, if his parents knew about this they would give all of them the most painful death. But Jongsuk had never been one to put his parents first as a threat, that was actually quite pathetic and definitely not his style. He would make it out of here, someone. And hopefully with all limps – he could handle the burn marks they had given him over the last few hours – it had only been hours, right? – and he could also easily handle them ducking his head under water. He was great with stopping his breath. But he wouldn’t be happy with losing a hand. Or even his head. That would be a problem.

Luckily Jongsuk’s eyes were closed when he heard the oh so familiar voice. Woobin. This definitely was Woobin. If his eyes had been open they would have given away the hope appearing in them, the soft glance of gratefulness and, most likely, the fear. He feared for Woobin’s life. He took a shaky breath and slowly opened his eyes when one of the men laughed. “I guess your lover came to save you,” he said and Jongsuk only popped an eyebrow. This was one of the small reactions they were getting from him. He wasn’t going to spill anything that could them up, no words would leave his dry and broken lips.

They made him get up and his lips almost left a tiny hiss – his feet hurt. He must have passed out when they had torturing him there but maybe that was for the better. After all he couldn’t spill words when being passed out and aside from that he was also missing the pain they were trying to inflict on him.
“Look who we have here,” the guy said as he dragged Jongsuk out with him – while the others could see him it was hard for him to see them – the sun was bright and it hurt his eyes and all he could do was to close them as it hurt not only his eyes but also his head. But he didn’t need to see them to realize that Woobin was there. Woobin was there and probably alone. What a stupid idiot. If that wasn’t their death this was a wonder. But Woobin was always known for surprises so, maybe. Maybe they had a chance to get out alive, the both of them – if they made Woobin suffer they would stab them all an extra as soon as he was able to get a sharp objects in his injured hands. He might be a prince but at first he was a commander, a soldier, and he knew how to fight even on the verge of dying he would know this.

“Isn’t he pretty?” one of the men said and made him look up. Jongsuk didn’t show any expression on his face. He had to admit that it was hard to keep his head up and his eyes open but those s had definitely made sure of that. He his dry lips, swallowing the rude words of asking what the this was. Any word could endanger their lives as it wasn’t too their liking so Jongsuk wouldn’t let a simple word escape. No matter how much he wanted to sass them, he knew it wasn’t appropriate right now. All that was important to him right now was to keep Woobin and him as safe as possible.

Even though Jongsuk somehow was angry to see Woobin as it was dangerous to come alone he also was unbelievable glad and relieved to see the other. He wasn’t abandoning him like some broken toy, no, he had come here to get his pretty out of here. And that meant more to Jongsuk than it probably should.

@Lee Jongsuk (S) Jongsuk was there and then he was not. Unfortunately Woobin took the absence seriously only by the end of the day when the Commander didn't intervene as one of the men broke protocols. The young Prince could be very playful with him, but he wasn't immature or irresponsible; Woobin stepped in asking his second the permission to look for Jongsuk on the camp site. By the time the night had fallen, Woobin was positive their Commander had been taken away and sadly he had found a little flower on his pillow, the signature of the armada he had antagonized all too many times to just ignore the rare flower. It was one you could only find on the sharp stone islands at large. He knew who, why and where, and fore once he shared a few details to the second in command, allowing him to give better answers to the men and to cope in case the situation was to last. Trying to protect himself and hiding his past, he had endangered Jongsuk from the day he got close to him on a regular basis. Even those dumb pirates were able to figure it out and he felt hurt in his pride because obviously, as they expected and as he'd deny: he cared for the young Prince.

A Prince: did they even know they were holding a Prince captive? Stepping in was all the more urgent. Woobin requested to go look for Jongsuk after trashing their tent, maling it pass as a bandit attack and kidnapping. He reached the shore early on the next morning by horse and there, his face was known. For once he didn't even look up to the windows of the women he used to visit whenever he was there. He wouldn't pile up to his chiefs of accusation with the Commander's life in the balance. But that would very much be his type to stir some more the Pirates. The port was already busy with fishermen, back from a night of work and Woobin noticed a few pirates wandering this early, unlikely: he was expected of course. It hurt his pride to even be there, joining their game, playing by their rules, but for once, there was something he cared about at stake, as much as he hated it, and he'd have to part from it in any other way than death.

The Pirates took him in a small embarkation without any fuss, and on the way, he refrained from teasing. He was off his game the moment he decided to play their game and unfortunately he had no trick under his inexistant hat. He was just a soldier, trying to make amends for his deeds. On the Pirate boat, his eyes looked for a proof that Jongsuk was still alive and he found none, still he had come this far with hope.
"It's me you want, not trouble with the Navy, and this prisoner is the state."
His words were laughed at as expected.
/The boy of the state you mean?/
Woobin turned to the captain and frowned, speaking low for only him to hear.
"You do know he's more than a soldier…" the guy was clever, he knew it, they had played a game of chess for years, crossing each other on bets, women and all kinds of courses.
/Yes, but none of it matters, because you'd have let my wife die to the hand of bandits to save yourself but you're here for him./
"I'm here for my cover. I can be there that 4 year old you proudly call son when well…"
He had to perceive them Jongsuk wasn't his concern, so of course, some torturing would go down but if Woobin was right, the Captain wouldn't risk the risk of a Prince although he acted like he didn't know.

@Kim Woobin (S) The world was moving. Or at least swinging from one side to another.
Jongsuk needed a long moment to orientate himself – the air smelt salty and his head hurt as if he had been thrown from the highest tower of the castle of Pyrope. The next thing he noticed was the temperature – it was warm but the air was humid unlike the air in the camp which was usually quite dry and sticky. There was a fabric halfheartedly put over his eyes, making him unable to see properly aside from a small ray of view that he was allowed to get. There was wood and sunshine but it was slightly covered by something, probably something in front of a window. And if he listened closely he could hear birds, no, gulls.

Where the was he?

Trying to sit up made him hiss – his head hurt and he felt slightly ill. The pain in his head made it hard for him to remember even the slightest thing from the last night. He remembered being tired from being awake two days in a row as some idiot of his squad had messed up and, of course, it had been him who had to take care of it but that had been why he had gone to bed quite early and before everyone else. And then? There was nothing he could remember. Woobin wouldn’t do such an halfassed job with covering his eyes with such a sticky, prickling fabric that wasn’t even blocking his entire view and aside from that he surely wouldn’t kidnap him from his bed with knocking him out – because that was what must have happened. Jongsuk’s head hurt too much for it to be a simple headache and if he wasn’t wrong there was dried blood on his head as well. Well, great.

Not that this was his first kidnapping – as the youngest prince of Pyrope it had already happened quite often to him that someone had kidnapped him. Once even from the castle itself. But this didn’t mean that getting kidnapped was to his liking. Nope, not at all.

The moment he heard footsteps he immediately acted as if he wasn’t awake at all. It might give him some advantage with the s spilling some words he might be able to use. But his hopes were ruined quite soon – to be precise with a buck of water in his face before someone grabbed his hair and lifted his head. Well, that hurt as . Jongsuk groaned but at least the fabric fell down from his eyes and made him able to see. Not that he was happy about the vision, the man in front of him was ugly as .

“Look what a pretty boy you are. Guess your dear friend got you into a really nice situation. For us at least,” the man grinned, revealing his missing and black teeth. Ouch, someone really needed to take care of his teeth. “Now sit up, you slept long enough,” he said and made sure Jongsuk would sit up properly – the man was right, considering the sun it was already midday but maybe they had just knocked him out quite properly. He stayed quiet, not spilling a word. If there was something he had learned it was only to talk when he was very sure about the words he could say. He took a shaky breath, checking his surroundings. His friend had gotten him in this situation? Well, that only could mean one guy, right? He really needed to get Woobin a thank-you present. A big one with a bouquet of flowers. Made of stinging nettle and thistles. Lots of love, Jongsuk. Yep, that sounded good.

But now he needed to concentrate on something more important: How to get his out of here safe and sound without missing any limbs because otherwise there would be no damn bouquet of stinging nettle and thistles and thorned roses for Woobin. .
And somehow Jongsuk could only hope that Woobin was safe and sound.

@Lee Jongsuk (S) It was hard to imagine Jongsuk strongly disapproving any if his statement, his grin of approval settling in. What was the most surprising was that Jongsuk looked honest while bathing him in self-confidence and compliments. Royals usually made it tricky to earn any feeback, let alone positive feedback. Those only came easy when it was just him and Jongsuk. The rest of the men didn't get any of it.
He smiled as Jongsuk clearly kept on teasing, breaking eye contact before he'd think those words through and get his body all shaken up.
"Oh sweet." He commented at the thought of being rolled out of bed. The fall off the bed would hurt, definitely, and luckily he wouldn't enter a lethargy once he'd start resting. The soldier relaxed on the bed, knowing he'd have a hard time getting up to wash up before going to sleep.

"So you won't share about /this and that/?" He membled, slowly spacing out. They had been side kicks for weeks now and still some part of the Prince was unreachable it seemed. Maybe was it his caring instinct drawing a clear fence between himself and the soldiers. Woobin included. That's what he thought, but seeing how many times Woobin had saved his Commander, he felt like he was withheld crucial information.
"Golddust you mean right? Your head must be full of it. That and the thing you're not telling me."
That was quite a restricted view but it was all Woobin was sure of. He wouldn't push to know just yet.
"Yeah, let's see how long you make it alive by my side." He added in a chuckle and closed his eyes, sleep falling heavily on him as he turned to Jongsuk's side. The very tired nights were the most agitated and surely would he soon wrap both arms and legs around the other's body, that way Jongsuk wouldn't make him roll off the bed so easily.

((should we move on to another post? Next was the kidnapping? One of the Pirates could set them on the tracking of Woobin's lineage then.))

@Kim Woobin (S) “Yes, you should be flattered,” Jongsuk said and chuckled. The wounds still hurt but Woobin had treated him properly and to his best knowledge. The prince trusted Woobin unconditionally and he couldn’t even tell why or if that was a good idea. He still did it anyways. Woobin was probably the one person he trusted most and would still trust even though he knew it was dangerous and stupid. He barely knew Woobin but up to now he had never failed him.
“Your treatment will surely make miracles,” he added and smiled softly, relaxing a bit. He was glad that this night he could sleep in proper bedding and not on the hard camp bed, his back easily ached from. Even after years of living and sleeping in the camp he still knew that it would not help his wounds heal if he slept there. But staying in the palace was no option either – he’d rather have his wounds all over infected again than staying in the palace alone. He knew that this was stupid.
“Yeah, but I know the pain in the beginning is worth it.” He winked and took a shaky breath, relaxing in the bed.

“I am not planning on dragging you out of the bed.” The prince smiled at the ex-bandit, humming softly. He didn’t know a reason why he should. After all no one knew they were here, they had eaten and now they could sleep, safe and sound. No one even had to keep watch. “If there is an emergency I can roll you out of bed,” he chuckled amused. “Maybe that works.”
Of course he knew that if there was an emergency Woobin would be the first standing on his feet, fighting or doing whatever was necessary. So would Jongsuk. But the image of him rolling Woobin out of the bed made him chuckle quietly. It was easy to relax around Woobin.
“So just make yourself comfortable.” They both surely needed a break.

With a disgusted look on Jongsuk’s face he turned to his companion.
“Open my skull? Wow, you go ways!” He shook his head amused and hummed. “Actually I wasn’t thinking about much. Just this and that.” He kept his eyes on Woobin and showed him a soft smile. “Right now I was actually just thinking that I couldn’t have gotten a better company.” Or a better savior. Even though he still was sure that those men hadn’t wanted to get him but Woobin – he wouldn’t accuse the other of anything. After all he had made sure he was safe and had even treated his wounds properly. Woobin had even gotten them food – what else did he need, right?
“What if you open my brain and it is empty? Or filled with dust?” He laughed amused and shook his head slightly.

Jongsuk noticed that Woobin seemed to get more serious and he tilted his head, the smile still on his pretty lips.
“That sounds good. I hope you choose me to stay alive as well.” He showed the other his attention so that, if Woobin wanted to, he could talk more. Everything the other would spill was safe and sound with him. Just like Woobin was with him. No matter who the prince was and who the bandit was – Jongsuk would fight and protect the other as for him Woobin was a treasurable friend. He didn’t even care how Woobin saw him, to Jongsuk he was a friend. Someone he treasured more than his own life. But this was a secret he would definitely keep for quite a while.

(aw it is fine! I am using my computer and just came home from work so I was able to reply really fast! I am surprised myself. But don’t rush yourself, okay? You know I can always wait for your replies ♥ )

@Lee Jongsuk (S) This conversation was getting utterly distasteful to Woobin's surprise. It was all His Majesty making the dirty references, the dark alley puns and the suggestive hints. If the soldier did not know better, he'd have it his way right away ans something told him Jongsuk would love it, no matter how bad the timing would be. Thinking of timing, Woobin slowed down the spinning, eyes squinted at the other's teasing face. Maybe being flirty was how Jongsuk coped with the fright to feel even more pain than he was already in. It seemed that defense mechanism had been used a few times this days, successfully working on his twisted and slightly obsessed mind but Woobin didn't have at heart to make fun of his counterpart.
"Well maybe not all my fluids, but I sure am flattered of your confidence in whatever I can give you. This treatment shall make miracles, all things considered." He reassured. "It hurts in the beginning and it gets pleasurable, right?" His lips pressed formed a large grin, his eyes focised on the ointment he looked at proudly. Of course he could ve very reassuring, he had been taking care of bandits, from old moody cheats to toddlers abandoned for the street to raise. Jongsuk was a little bit of both extremes somehow, and no matter how muvh he wanted to let distance in-between them, here he was mothering the grown Prince.
Once he was off folding the clothes, he noticed the persistent watch of Jongsuk and turned away whenever he could, unavle to know what was floating under the brunette head of his. Having a member of the royal family watch you like that was nerve-wracking, simply because they usually were interest when they were having the most sordid ideas. Even for a playboy like Woobin, it was impossible to ignore but he said nothing, thinking at some point Jongsuk would voice his wishes and have them come true unless he'd find a way to run away before.

Woobin perfected his gesture until Jongsuk could hold in the hisses, maybe did it hurt less. It could have been far worse and surely was the noble a little too used to pain to keep himself in check like this. Woobin looked up at his face, reading the tiniest twist as a pain indicator. He didn't make further comment since it was surely a little late to make fun of such serious matters anyway. They both deserved some serious rest. He smiled at the suggestion.
"Don't start Jongs, because you don't know how hard it is to drag me out of bed once I'm settled indefinitely." He warned and smirked. Truth was, after the meal he was so very ready to sleep for a few days, hidden in there. He could let Jongsuk heal slowly and really he liked the idea although the rest of the soldiers would feel abandoned by their Commander. He sighed softly and turned to glance at Jongsuk, meeting his stare just before he closed his eyes. Really he had no idea what thoughts ran under his brown wavering locks of his when he just stared.
"Sir, you have been staring many times, what is on your mind? I ask but if I don't get a satisfying answer, I might just open your skull to see what I can smell off your brain." He was as playful as serious, somehow it had gotten to the point it felt awkward to know nothing and act lile he didn't notice.
"There are a few people who faced me and who are still alive I swear" He chuckled, going to thz extreme again. That was his way of tempering his serious demand. Maybe was it late enough to open up, ever so slightly.

((record for the longest time it got me to write Woobs, I should play him more ;;))

@Kim Woobin (S) Unfortunately Woobin was right – he would still take the disgustingly looking ointment. After all he trusted Woobin's skills way too much, especially when it came to treating wounds. Last time he had saved his life and now he knew he would treat his wounds properly as well. No matter how weird the mixture looked or smelled, he knew it would help him heal and sooth his painful wounds – and sadly they were pretty painful. But in the deepest corner of his mind he knew he was glad that it was him having those wounds and not Woobin. He was glad he had had to go and protect the Empress and end up with wounds and not Woobin. Aside from that Jongsuk did know how to fight but he definitely lacked knowledge how to make such good ointment. Treating wounds were, after all, still Woobin's expertise.
“Are you sure?” Jongsuk tried to joke. “Because I am pretty sure your fluids can do some miracles,” he said and wiggled his eyebrows. After all he was trying to take his thoughts off from these wounds and he knew that the ointment would hurt at first and even a slight sting could make Jongsuk scream like a little baby. At least he had gotten rid of the fever because otherwise he would have been way more sensitive to any kind of touch and then he would surely end up crying if someone so much as simply pinch the wrong part of his body. But now he luckily had at least had himself halfway under control. Because, really, crying in front of Woobin was out of question. The other would only with it until the day he died.

“Well, for not having fashion sense you did find quite a fashionable solution,” the young prince said and lifted the white fabric Woobin had put around him, used as a cape and to hide Jongsuk face. He chuckled slightly and took a shaky breath while he watched him fold the clothes. It was a strange picture but then again it didn't surprise him. Their tent was always clean and Jongsuk never had to clean the others clothes as well so, surely, Woobin knew how to clean his things away or at least how to keep things organized. Then again as a bandit things had to be organized to a certain limit, probably. Jongsuk wondered what kind of life Woobin had been living. Had he liked it? Had it troubled him? He wanted to know more about the other but he also knew that Woobin would back away if the prince only did so much as reach out for him. So he didn't do it as not knowing much about Woobin was easier manageable than losing Woobin entirely. It was sad how easily Jongsuk relied on the others simple company after such short time.

Tiny hisses left the younger's lips as Woobin started cleaning the wounds properly. He tried his best to stay quiet but he still made some tiny noises. He did notice that Woobin tried his best to be careful and Jongsuk was so very thankful for that. The simple touch of the ointment did inflict him pain but Jongsuk kept himself in control and stayed quiet, not spilling another sound.
He noticed that Woobin had even been holding his breath and it surprised him but he didn't cross the line and made a stupid comment. He knew better than that.
“Well, I wasn't hoping for you to sleep on the ground,” Jongsuk said and nodded, a small smile on his lips. How could he let the other sleep on the ground when he ran away with him to simply save their lives and now also treated their wounds? But aside from that even without it he wouldn't have let Woobin sleep on the ground.
He slowly let his back touch the mattress and smiled. “We should probably just lengthen our vacation here, simply because the bed was so damn comfortable. Especially in comparison to their bedding in the camp.

“Okay okay, I'll get dressed,” Jongsuk chuckled and reached for his clothes, knowing Woobin was right. Even though it wasn't too cold it was easy to catch the flu with such wounds. His body was already weakened, he didn't need it to suffer more.
It didn't take long for Woobin to return and Jongsuk looked up surprised, already fully clothed again.
When he heard the others words he could only chuckle and shook his head. “Well, luckily I don't mind porridge at all. And I do know a place in this village where you can get better food but lets enjoy our porridge for now,” he smiled and gratefully took the bowl before he slowly started to eat. He actually did not mind the food, he was simply glad that there was food at all. He had experienced missions where they hadn't had anything to eat at all so he was just glad Woobin had gotten them something. Aside from that the porridge actually tasted better than one might think hearing the name.
A soft smile stayed while Jongsuk kept eating and eventually emptied the bowl.
“Thanks,” he then said and put the bowl aside before he slowly let himself sink into the sheets as well. For a long moment he looked at Woobin before he closed his eyes. The other looked comfortable and so was he. He couldn't have wished for a better company to end up here.

(finally! I made it ♥)

@Lee Jongsuk (S) The compliment went straight to his heart, or at least it looked like it. That was another talent of his: faking concern other the most irrelevant comments and believing he was actually concerned. He didn't lile the smell of the mixture, but knowing how soothing it was on wounds, how it sped the healing process, one came to love the repulsive oitment.
"It does look disgusting. Just like everything I can share with you, it’s unpretty, but you're still going to take it."
His thin lips curled in a defying smirk, full of self-confidence. This was how Jongsuk was, he did accept all his sketchy plans and last minute changes into abstract plans to say the least and somehow, they always made it alive so far.
But this was the first time he picked a precious act from the Prince underneath the Commander's happy go lucky usual self.
Soon enough though, the tease came and this time Woobin saw a family trait into the shameful suggestion.
"My fluids can do a lot of things but not such miracles I fear" He declared, his motions suddenly limited and hesitant. If Jongsuk wondered if such an idea would flush him well it visibly didn't, Woobin blushed only when he was very warm or just sick. But the memory of their time in the wild were all over his mind.

No matter how much of a hard time the younger man had with his wounds when he removed his clothes, he still like he was stripping and teasing. Woobin played the game, leaning back to take a better look at the clumsy show. Definitely this was the Prince's way to cope with the awkward situation: he was strong-headed, enough to ignore his playful requests aftet all.
He rolled his eyes at the invitation and this time and he rolled up his sleeves. Woobin wondered if Jongsuk just trusted him so much he didn't expect him to assault now that he was hurt or if he was twisted enough to wish for it.
"Don't try me. I do not have fashion sense but I would make it happen if we come to this."
He picked up the clothes which he folded one by one to neatly put away as he smirked. He did love torturing the well born, but he was also boundlessly attentional as it came to taking care of the younger male. He always did with the kids of his thief guilds.

As invited, Woobin took a closer look at the leaking contusions. It looked ugly enough to imagine how much it hurt. His eyes wet up to Jongsuk's face quickly and helped him sit before he kneeled to clean the wounds properly and when he was satisfied enough, the soldier changed of fabric to wipe the skin before he applied the ointment and although the Commander didn't display much of the discomfort before, he proceeded with extra care, as gentle as if he was stealing from the chest pocket of a sleeping ninja. His hand paused in the air, hanging on the other's words. A fake fear he judged, still his eyes rolled up to take notice of the wink he was granted: he had judged just right. He exhaled deeply to only realize he had been holdo'g his breath for a while, immersed in a surgical like concentration.
He shook his head lightly although his answer was positive.
"I hope you didn't expect me to sleep on the hard and cold floor to leave his Majesty a proper bedding…"
Of course he had planned to share that King-sized bed,he could kill for the mattress that seemed to absorb the thin body of the younger male.
He finished the bandages and tapped the other's knees to mark the end of his job there, standing up.

"On it. I'm starving for some good meat. Try to not look more appetizing that whatever I'll get us for dinner." He said and mused his leaving before opening the door again.
"But seriously try to cover yourself, we can't afford to be fighting flu right now."
He announced as he left the room but when he came back about ten minutes later, his little grin was reversed exaggeratedly, caring two blows he rested on the only table of the room.
"Porridge. It seems as if this region is against the return of your prosper health, poor Suks." He said and handed the other a bowl with one of the spoons. Woobin was all eyes for the breakfast material and although he remained standing, he nodded.
"It does taste good though!"
On comparison to the best cooks among the men of the Troup, this was still better. Woobin took the expression of digging to the first degree and his empty bowl rested back on the table within a few minutes before he gave himself up to the comfy sheets, reluctant to move for a while. His cheek was resting on the pillow, his eyes on Jongsuk's body.


((it was perfect!! No worries!))

@Kim Woobin (S) Jongsuk watched Woobin speak and prepare whatever he was preparing – it didnt look too inviting but medicine often neither smelled nor tasted good so as long as it could help that was already something.
“It looks disgusting,” he then said, playing the prince that was hard to please – in fact he didnt mind it. His entire family would kindly rejected whatever Woobin was preparing there, they had kindly rejected and rather had died but not Jongsuk. Jongsuk would even shove it up his if that could safe his life. Maybe he was more a soldier than a prince but in the end he didnt mind. He was a good soldier, a good commander and he rather was able to safe lives and his lands than be pretty and stand around like an idiot.

“You sure you really want to put it on my precious body? Dont you have other liquids to cover my body in?” Jongsuk said and wiggled his eyebrows before he slowly ed his shirt. Not that it was easy with one hurting arm but he was doing his best. Maybe he could put that under 'taking some time to tease Woobin' – but only maybe.
He took a shaky breath and got rid of the clothes before he opened his pants.
“Actually you should do that. Undress me. Or at least rip my clothes apart – but then you have to think of an explanation because I dont have other clothes with me aside from the big white piece of fabric you stole to hide me.” There was a smile and it showed gratefulness and gratitude. Without Woobin he'd probably pretty ed even though he still was damn sure it hadnt been about him but about Woobin. Woobin had been the target after all.
With another look on Woobin's mixture he grimaced. “You really like torturing me...”

Eventually he got rid of his pants and grimaced when he saw that the bandages he had around his legs were slightly bloody. It really wasnt good. Carefully he unwrapped his leg and frowned – no, it really looked painful but at least he was good in taking all that like a man.
“There you go,” he said to Woobin and pointed to the wound on his legs while he was sitting in front of the ex bandit with only his boxers. Well, at least he had bathed this morning – rather to clean his wounds but well, he had bathed and it had been really nice.
“They are getting better but this really doesnt look too good.” No wonder after them running around. But if Woobin was offering to patch him up after he'd gladly do it again and again.
“I also bought bandages, they should be in my bag,” the prince said and was glad that he bought some. Otherwise he would have to keep the wounds open without any cover and that was really really not good at all.

Jongsuk checked the other wounds, slowly getting rid of the patches and bandages. Well, the wounds upwards his waist did look a lot better. Not perfect, of course not, but a lot better. He smiled and tilted his head.
“Are you going to rest close to me? I need someone to notice if I suddenly stop breathing because of all the pain the wounds inflict on me.” He winked and looked at Woobin. In fact he just wanted to touch him a bit – if they were going to it or not, he just wanted to touch Woobin's beautiful, well formed body and remember every small part in case one day Woobin would actually leave. He didnt want to. Of course he didnt want to, in fact he was even scared of this day but as long as Woobin was here that was all he would think of, even though this did sound a little bit scary. It wasnt like he wanted to lock Woobin away – well he wished he could because Woobin was great, but he would never – but he wanted to remember what they had had.
“You think we get food here?” he then asked, tilting his head and not looking at the wounds. He didnt want to. Aside from this Woobin had his beautiful eyes on the wound and that was more than enough. Woobin was smart and he knew what to do, he trusted him. Surprisingly he trusted Woobin – and only Woobin – blindly.

(yay, I finally replied! Sorry, it is only short q n q But I hope it is okay? <3)

@Lee Jongsuk (S) "I suppose you wouldn't even try to force me into something, it's been the other way around all the while."
Woobin chuckled quietly then went on in mumbles Jongsuk could definitely hear.
"I'd use your power as a Prince to cage you and hold of your life and body in my palm."
A little louder and this would have sounded like an actual threat although all his speech was rather than creepy. The fact was that Woobin suspected Jongsuk to care for him more than the rest of the company. Luckily such a statement was never uttered. In the Prince's mercy, Woobin could only make him doubt, make his strong and caring heart quiver in doubts as to what he thought in return. Woobin would need to compensate the recurrence of life saving decision he had made toward his Commander so as to restore his reputation to the younger's judgement.
He snickered, messing his own hair, fighting the urge to run to the inn and just sleep like he hadn't in days.
"Well what kind of Commander are you to pick soldiers who aren't smart with me, obvious genius, in the middle of the Troup? What should my conclusions be, tell me or I might think you underestimate my skills."
Somehow the badly bruised man found it in his guts to still listen to his nonsense and laugh. Woobin just would make fun of anything he had in mind as long as those bloody pirates were not brought up.
"Long exposure to your sassy manners will make us all poop gold after a considerable while." But he didn't find it in him to lie and hope for the Troup to be dismissed. He was having more fun and trouble with Jongsuk than he ever did since he joined the army. He would take the risk of a maximum exposure to Royal blood.

"I think after a while of my , you will be thankful if I were to go and play on my own. Not that you will be tired of my skills in the sack but your hips will need some rest maybe. You'll have all the time to schedule appointments with your personal warlock, massages and anything to help you heal inside out."
Woobin smiled but he was growing confident in thinking Jongsuk somewhat was attached to him. Maybe was it a hint of jealousy at the mention of courtladies. This would only comfort him into scaring Jongsuk when the occasion would present itself. He wasn't a soft one, he didn't want to be mistaken for a sweet lover, not by Jongsuk although he also be one.
He smirked at the request to not be mean. He hardly imagined Jongsuk asking him to be carried, he nzver had to before for Woobin always spared him the troible, deciding in his sleep. But it felt nice to come off this selfish.

He took note of the state of each wound his Commander had and nodded. If they were to escape in the middle of the night, he knew what to expect of Jongsuk's health.
Woobin looked up at the question and nodded before standing up.
"I'll get it. We're going to need your legs in a few, let's not worsen your wounds."
He went to the table and came back with a pitcher with water. "Is it to drink or to get those bad guys cleaned?" He asked settling the water nearby to start mixing the herbs Jongsuk had picked, often smelling them. He added a little bit of water and mixed it into a relatively nice smelling paste.
"This is for your open cuts, it will sting so I should apply it. I loce torturing you."
With this the soldier snapped his fingers: "Off with your clothes!"
He'd be helping and thus, he'd take any counterpart.

(:DDD)

@Kim Woobin (S) “Cage you for a while? Nah... that isnt my plan,” he then added and shook his head. “If I wanted to cage you I could use my position as a prince... but I rather go to some nice building and rest there with you like we do now.” It was true. If Jongsuk wanted he could ask his parents for a gift and ask for Woobin – but that was something he would never do. Jongsuk would never play with the lives of people he held dear. And yes, he was holding Woobin dear.
“My swordplay? Well, maybe when I am healed,” the prince said and his lips. He was actually pretty good with the sword or any kind of sharp weapon but he didnt like to use it – because using it meant some life threatening situation and he really didnt need to risk that, he didnt want to risk anyone's life.
A soft chuckle left his lips and he shook his head. Today Woobin really knew how to amuse him and make him laugh.
“Well, as long as your hair didnt turn girl as well as your fingernails it cant be that bad,” he grinned and shrugged then. “Maybe because they either arent smart or because I dont act like a prince. And when they poop gold it is too late.” He laughed and winked at him.
Jongsuk acted as if he was sulking. “What, you rather leave me alone and instead play with the courtladies? What a gentleman you are!” He then laughed and shook his head. “Nah, bathing in milk is nothing for me to be honest,” he then said and shook his head. “But if you change your mind let me know. I might arrange it for us anyways,” he added. In fact it sounded like fun. Even though they probably wouldnt end up just bathing in milk anyways.

“I know you arent into responsibilities,” Jongsuk laughed amused and shook his head slightly. Oh yes, he knew that, definitely, and he clearly wouldnt force any on Woobin. He knew the other would hate it to a point where he would rather disappear than do anything like that.
“Aw, dont be so mean,” he joked but he wasnt planning on letting Woobin carry him to the camp. They already had had that and he didnt need it again. Not that he minded it, but he didnt want to put anything like this on Woobin /again/.

When they entered the building Jongsuk noticed that Woobin was covering his body and especially his face from the people and maybe that was better. He made sure to pull the hood of the cape deeper into his face, making him unnoticeable. If someone came here to ask for him they could honestly say they didnt know. Jongsuk might be a friendly kid but after all he didnt trust easily. Trust only got him into trouble.
He followed Woobin to the room and looked around – it looked rather comfortable and he smiled lightly, hopefully they would get a good night's rest.
For a long moment the prince hesitated on telling Woobin what hurt – it meant giving his pride away and actually tell Woobin that, yes, he was in pain and he didnt like to admit it. He was taught to act as if he was okay and only admit it when his body was in a life threatening condition. Which he wasnt but even though he didnt trust others, he did trust Woobin.
“My leg is the worst,” he then said and chewed on his bottom lip. “I guess the wound reopened. There are actually two wounds and one of them was badly infected before I came back,” he admitted and sighed. Luckily it had healed surprisingly good after it but being reopened surely was no good at all.
“The wound on my arm is okay but I am not sure about the two on my stomach and shoulder. But they are bearable, I guess,” he added, not wanting to sound like a little child complaining about small cuts. Actually they were no small cuts. While the wounds on his shoulder and arm as well as one on his legs were simple gun shot wounds the other one on his leg and his stomach had happened when the room had crashed down and some really dirty, sharp objects had ripped his skin open. That was probably why they had been so badly infected – they hadnt had time to clean it in time anyways, running away from attackers had been more important.
“Do you need water or anything?” he asked, not wanting to let Woobin do all the things he was doing right now. Woobin was his friend, not his servant.

(Wohooo! I made it! x3)

@Kim Woobin (S) "I honestly dont care if I am a prince and you are not. You are a valuable human and thst is all thst counts to me," Jongsuk said and looked at Woobin, his head sligtly tilted. Oh and Woobin had no idea how valuable Woobin was to him. He'd give his entire amount of gold just to keep the other ssfe and sound, he'd probably even give his life to keep him safe. But that was something the other didnt need to know at all - he would only get it wrong.
"One day when you expect it the least I will say no to you," Jongsuk said and chuckled softly, not really thinking of rejecting Woobin anytime soon. Surely, if he felt like it he would do it but somehow he was sure the other wouldnt really put him in such a situation.
"Oh?" The prince said and watched him amused. "So that was you?" He tilted his head. "Well, so it was because of you why I started dreaming of hot and men?" He smirked amused. "Ah, guess ut could have ended worse." He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. Even though Woobin said he had looked young Jongsuk still found they didnt look like there was a huge age gap. Surely, Jongsuk might still look young to others but Woobin didnt look much older as well. "It is a shame you didnt sneak in my room. Imagine how much fun we coild have had back then already?" He made a dramatic sigh and shook his head. "Oh Woobs"
He then shook his head. "No need to thank me. You saved my a few times, I should save yours too from time to time." It was true, Woobin had taken good care of his life - otherwise he would either probably gotten caught by someone or he would have been long killed. Oh yes, an either very fast or a very long and painful death. Whatever his attacker preferred, probably.


"Of course," Jongsuk said and his lips. "Who else should I think of? My family who put me into a life threatening situation? My soon to be wife I have?" He chuckled amused "so why not think of someone who is giving me quite some fun and pleasure, right? Why not think of someone who saved my life a few times, mh?" He laughed amused but ended up sighing when Woobin said the camo was a safer place.
"Depends," he then said and sighed. "For now it is but only until the ones that want us dead decide to go rampage again. And they do that every few years." He shrugged slightly and sighed. Oh he already feared this would happen anytime soon - recently he had been quite an unlucky guy so it wouldnt surprise him. So, for now it might be safe, but anytime soon it might get him killed as well. Last time it had happened it had been so damn close but luckily he had been able to keep his squad safe and sound. Back then he hadnt been a commander but maybe what had happened had helped him to this position. Still, quite a few good soldiers had died back then. It was sad.
“So with all respect, it isnt as safe as it seems.” He smiled softly and his lips. Jongsuk was aware that he could die anytime. As a prince, as a commander, or as a simple human crossing the street or on a stupid fever or falling like an idiot and hitting his head. All of that could kill him and Woobin should be aware of that too. He could die in the camp as well as outside.
“Well, I rather not only think of you poorly dressed in my bad, I prefer having you in my bed poorly dressed.” He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned at Woobin.
Maybe his wounds were quite bad but he really had the urge to kiss the ex bandit.
Jongsk sighed and shook his head. “Sadly this is true. You could really sit in the branch and watch me how I fall into despair with these idiots.” He crossed his arms. “Or you help me teach them so we can all stay alive in a serious situation. I know you are a good teacher.” He smirked. Maybe that was a good idea. He could ask the heads to let Woobin assist him. Not that this was something new, he had to take care of Jongsuk for the last few days so why not help him a little more?
“And that is true. I really need the daily routine of seeing you and mh... maybe I am ordering you to stay with me.” He wiggled his eyebrows amused and tilted his head. “Ah, then keep your gratefulness if it isnt common in Hesna. I'll get myself what I want eventually,” he added and winked at the older one.
He sighed and pouted a bit looking at Woobin.
“Yes, you are a free bird but I am not caging you. I am rather treating you nicely so dont fly away from me.” He said it with a soft tone, playing along, but deep inside he meant it. He somehow was scared that Woobin would actually fly away, leave him behind and never come back. Never did Jongsuk think of chaining Woobin down and he didnt plan to do anything like this anytime soon but he still was scared. Scared of losing Woobin – oh, he could never let him know, otherwise Woobin would either play with his fear or leave him instantly.
Jongsuk blinked and laughed softly.


(part 1)

@Lee Jongsuk (S) Woobin shook his head lightly at the other's words about the youth dress up. He could faily imagine it but it only amused him. It was just how Jongsuk was: he appeared like a pushover and turned out to make choices on his own, jumping ship whenever the adventure wasn't so interesting anymore. The fact that his mother certainly wished he was a girl was one thing, he just planned on nagging him for his fair complexion.
"I'd like to see that reknown swordplay of yours."
He declared rather seriously this time. He had seen Jongsuk shot, he made Jongsuk escape but he hoped some day they'd get involved into an actual brawl.
"No sneezing gold, actual golddust. You're so wealthy when I spend so much time in the same room as you I see gold in my tissue, I don't know how the other guys didn't notice."
He worried a lot about this secret, so much Woobin was often extra cautious, correcting his comrades in a jest tone. He wasn't sure he'd trust any of them with such intel.
"I don't think I qualify for such treatments, I'd rather just watch you." He rolled his head, eyes closed in delight. It would in did make a change to see Jongsuk getting pampered.
"I'll play with the courtladies in the meantime for the sake of old times." He was more comfortable with this than with the prospect of double spa sessions and Woobin try to over think it.

"Oh don't try to burden me with responsibilities! Also I don't consider carrying you all the way to the camp as any kind of payment sweetheart."
The truth was he'd do it if he had to. Maybe he'd complain and claim massages for weeks after it but he'd protect his Commander more than he implied. Hierarchy didn't matter much, luckily Woobin considered Jongsuk as a nice kid with a lot on his hands, he cared for him like a newbie in the family if robbers.

Although Jongsuk seemed to know the place, Woobin stepped in and asked for a room for two at the desk, conveniently stepping in front of him. He'd rather be the only face people would remember in this hotel if they were later questionned.
He shielded the younger one, as they left in the direction announced and he first leant Jongsuk to the bed before closing the door after them. That being done, the soldier stood by the window and slipped an eye in a narrow curtainless view of their street. The probability to see something off was very low but he caught all the escape paths if things didn't go as quietly as planned.
He turned and rested his back against the wall looking at Jongsuk while he lost his tops and shoes.
"Alright before you actually rest, I'll play the little alchemist and cook stuff to appease this mistreated body of yours."
He smirked and sat down with a little bowl some water and all the herbs Jongsuk had bought earlier.
He started smelling a few and separating them.
"Actually tell me where it hurts or if I should just give you the full body treatment." Jongsuk looked into a lot of pain although the conceited act of his.
"I might not stay in the helping hand mood for long so choose cleverly."
Maybe this was what he should do of his life, healing, once it would all be over.

((part 2/2))

@Lee Jongsuk (S) "Honestly I don't know what I prefer the most with you. I'm okay seeing you a lot and that's a change. But maybe I like that a Prince would make himself a hero for carrying my old and heavy bones around. Or maybe it's the fact that you can't seem to say no to me."
Woobin couldn't recall one time when he had been firmly denied something from Jongsuk. To say, his Commander almost always inspired his /bad/ ideas. If he was denied something then he had judged it wasn't a necessary negation and he had be as stubborn as ever. Maybe this was what he liked about Jongsuk. There was no compromise to make, no little habit of his to respect and verse in, no special vocabulary to use, no monologue to hear before sleeping, no requirements, it was all fun and leisure, to Woobin at least. The Commander even let him decide how far to take their little games, trusting him clearly more than his own second in Command. Jongsuk dealt with him when he was grumpy, excited, teasing feisty and never complained which was a change next to how Woobin had to change of face for his wealthy lovers.
"Oh come on Cute-Sir." He said, changing his suffix according to what Jongsuk wasn't entirely happy with. It was always half hot, half cold with Woobin. To get a compliment, one had to get whipped first, status quo.
The soldier laughed at the other's words, conscious he just a nerve with their age gap.
"To me it seems like that night when I saw you in night gown while I was wandering in the halls, like a worm. You looked so young I didn't even try to sneak in your room."
If he had known…
"Anyway thank you, I shall remember this." Woobin couldn't imagine himself ever asking to be carried seriously though. If he did it would be to abuse of Jongsuk's sympathy. He already cared too much to inflict such a penance on Jongsuk. Hopefully The youngest wouldn't have to ever use his influence or weapon to defend him.

As they finally evoked a separation, Jongsuk nicely refused. It felt nice because somehow his tone was never categorical, but Woobin had a fair taste of what a denial was now. Jongsuk seemed like he was joking but he'd soon know wether his Commander was stubborn or easily swayed.
"Oh so you're saying that in your darkest hours, it's me you thought about? And I'm so strong it saved you. Now you think staying by my side will save you?" He chortled all the while. No one had ever made such deductions about him. The sight of him usually meant trouble, period.
"I think the top of safety would still be the camp though, Sir,with all respect."
If he was become so reliable, then maybe it meant Jongsuk and his army was changing him, taming him. He raised a brow, knowing that his enemies definitely would fall on his track once again, his old tricks would backfire and still he didn't want to make a point by letting Jongsuk get in the crossfire.
"So you should stay in the camp and think of me all the while, preferably poorly dressed in your bed and who knows how lucky you'll turn out to be!" A playful grin lit his face up at the thought of a wifey-style Commander. Did he just like putting Jongsuk in the most awkward scenario or was he simply seduced by the fact that his hierarchical superior was so fond of his games? He often wondered and wasn't sure which answer fitted his state of mind the most.
"Besides, of all your soldiers, I don't think I'm the one who needs all your attention and supervision. I might as well sit in that high tree in the camp, rest on my favorite branch and watch you have your fun with your squad like the ing guarding angel I am to you. You young thing, talking about your death wishes, shush. You won't die just yet, I'll stay around since clearly you need your daily sight of my body and well, I don't dislike my fandom."
Without even knowing how Jongsuk would behave, Woobin could fairly imagine it wouldn't take long before he'd want to intervene anyway.
"Wait wait: are you ordering me to stay with you?"
His eyes were wide with crazy. This was gold. If his Commander was imposing him to stay, he'd be the first surprised although it was a regular demand. Jongsuk shouldn't even have to ask.
"What is gratefulness your Majesty. I don't think we know about that in Hesna, we don't trade with gratefulness we only know coins and lust."
He played dumb, nudging the said Majesty, the poker face act unbreakable yet.
"I know I'm stuck with you as a Commander. You let me think I'm in control when you're just closing your fences on me, but I'm a free bird. If I stay it means I want to."
His tone turned almost childish and he looked down upon the Prince, some act the latter was certainly not getting a lot, especially from someone aware of his real identity.
"I knew you had some sick ism but I'm almost tempted to let you cage me for a while you know."

((part 1/2))

@Kim Woobin (S) “Bobbypins for me? You have no idea,” Jongsuk said and laughed amused. “My mum liked to dress me up as a girl when she was bored just like all the maids and my sisters – I was the cutest girl among all of them and bobbypins looked really good on me,” He grinned amused. “I think somewhere we should have a painting. We even tried to deceive all the people we could. Until I started liking archery and sword play and I was out of the game.” He chuckled amused. “Maybe one day I'll show you,” he said and winked at the other, humming amused.
He chuckled amused. “Sneezing cold? Well, up to know I havent been missing anything more valuable – you were the first to steal something from me.” And that was not only his pin, but also his neutrality towards all soldiers – because towards Woobin he was definitely not neutral, towards Woobin he was biased and he wanted to keep him safe and sound. Which was stupid because Woobin surely knew how to keep himself safe and sound.
“Sadly I have to disappoint you. I never ever bathed in milk but I will put it on my list. Maybe you will like to accompany me then,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Sadly I dont have a calendar with me,” the younger said and sighed. “But I will when we come back.” He smiled amused.
“Really? You find badluck-charm nicer? Well, whatever you like to call me,” he then said and chuckled shaking his head amused. Whatever made Woobin feel happy.
Seeing Woobin get up almost craved him to pull him back down and roll back on top of him. He missed it instantly but Woobin was right, the mattress was not only calling for Woobin's back but also for Jongsuk body.
He grimaced when Woobin said he could carry him.
“Well, what is the payment?” Jongsuk said but slowly got up. He had to hold back a tiny his, his body definitely not happy about every oh so tiny move but he couldnt just not walk, could he? And he still had his pride.
“I will consider it,” he then added, smirking slightly. He actually was. “But you might have to carry me back to the camp then.” And he wasnt sure if Woobin really wanted that. Or explain to the camp what happened to their precious commander.
Jongsuk slowly walked behind Woobin. “The place we are going isnt too far, it is in the center of the village, a few minutes from here.” He took a shaky breath but he had to admit that his leg hurt quite a bit by now. So maybe he had to take the offer.

(part2! Yes but only to Woobin e u eb <3)

@Kim Woobin (S) “Well, at one point maybe you will see my limits,” Jongsuk said and shrugged slightly – which was no good idea because he could clearly feel the almost healed wound on his shoulder. The adventure they were having was not the best idea for his state but somehow Jongsuk couldnt care less. At least he was able to spend time with Woobin – not that he would admit something like this. He would be stupid if he did but up to now he was used to keeping quiet about so many things. Just like him liking when Woobin when he was caring and gentle – the other knew that he liked him when he was rough but he did not know about him liking it when he was gentle or smiling or looking out for him and Jongsuk would definitely make sure that he wouldnt let the other know. He had his secrets. Plus Jongsuk was pretty sure it would ruin what they were having if he told Woobin and he couldnt risk that.
“Cute? Aw man, that was rude even though you used the right suffix for one time,” Jongsuk said and pouted a bit but he was just playing. He didnt mind Woobin calling him cute, in fact he minded it the least when it was Woobin because Woobin showed him respect when it was mostly needed.
“Pfft, Woobs, I am not that much younger than you,” he said and shook his head amused. “Only because I have a young face doesnt mean I will stay forever young, by the way. I will get old too.” He laughed amused. “But I will surely not fail you when you need my assistance. I'll carry you through all the kingdoms if it is needed, no matter how old.” He winked at him and smiled, relaxing a bit.

Woobin's words made Jongsuk laugh, a soft and quiet laugh but an honest one. Even though Jongsuk might not often show it but he liked Woobin's kind of humor, it amused him.
“I want to come along and watch that show,” he said and grînned amused. Woobin looking for his demon crown and roasting a few peasants did sound amusing. But if Jongsuk had to compare it to the real life – Woobin going back to his bandit life and making a point – he didnt really like it.
“But I have to disappoint you, you cant just leave me alone. Last time I went alone I got those,” he said and pointed to the wounds his body was having and he shrugged a bit. “Guess you are right that I am the bad luck charm. The mere thought of you probably kept me alive.” He joked but somehow this wasnt too wrong. He hadnt only wanted to stay alive but he had also wanted to go back to the camp, to the soldiers but also to Woobin. He had wanted to see him again.

“Mh, maybe I did plan taking you away for the night,” Jongsuk said and winked. No, actually he had just been careful. It was no surprise that there were threats in Pyrope, especially after what had happened so he had planned ahead and told them not to wonder if they werent back in the evening. But maybe, deep inside, he had hoped to spend some time alone with Woobin. In the camp there were so many soldiers always having their eyes on everything and everyone but Jongsuk liked beeing alone from time to time.
“Maybe I really was bored – but hey, now we are having an adventure so I guess you saved me from dying of boredom, Mister Woobs.” He chuckled amused. “I owe you my gratefulness.”

The prince grimaced when Woobin said he was serious of this trip being the last in a while.
“Yah, you cant just leave me alone in the camp. What about dying of boredom, huh?” He nudged the other and then sighed. “You know, I took this position with knowing I might die as /just/ a commander. In fact this position had kept me alive longer than being /simply/ a prince.” There had been many threats and if Jongsuk wasnt so well trained he would have been long dead. It was no wonder, he wasnt the only one targeted, surely, but if someone wanted a kingsman dead it was easier than many people thought.
“Dont worry for me dying as just a commander. Besides, I know you'd go rampage and kill them slowly if someone was to take my life. Especially as /just/ a commander,” Jongsuk added and winked, teasing Woobin a bit. But in fact he actually hoped Woobin would do so. Usually Jongsuk wasnt about revenge but some people deserved the worst.
“You cant simply go separate ways,” Jongsuk then pointed out and tilted my head. “You are part of my squad. You might get a new partner if you asked for it but you wont get a new commander that easily.” He tilted his head a bit. “Sorry for disappointing you. But to add this, we will probably both die of boredom in the camp for a bit anyways. They are planning quite some hard weeks of training.” But Woobin was one of the best, for him it would be boring as well as for Jongsuk – as soon as his body was all well again.
Woobin's reaction gave him mixed feelings. He acted as if he was angry or mad but something in his eyes and his expression told him otherwise. But Jongsuk didnt want to interpret too much into it.

(part 1)

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@Lee Jongsuk (S) "Nah bobbypins are for cute babes like yourself, your Majesty."
If it was that game they were playing, Jongsuk would get dressed up once again. He did have a face for it, from the deep caring hazelnut orbs to the friendly smile and heart-shaped lips.
"Yeah, well I will let you know about something from my past you certainly suspect: I used to be a little bit of a Golddigger. That's the kind of thing I smell off people and you seem soaked in it although you are dressed as a common soldier. I don't know how come the others can't see, sneezing golddust after spending a while in a room with you. That's the kind of stuff I pay attention to. That and the milky skin that belongs to expensive milk bath."
He wasn't accusing, he was actually aware of the other's identity from a few silent encounters but these were the little hints that appealed to him anyway.

Down in the grass, the soldier's eyes were stuck on a small cloud when he hummed in agreement, almost too sweet for the shock. He could feel Jongsuk's empathy from the way he was breathing and no matter how much his back would remember this fall he said none of it and patted the other's back instead, gently, comforting himself.
The corners of his lips curled at the other's words and his eyes fell down onto his worried face. Jongsuk was more like a mother bear to the company, mad when their laziness was just blatant. Otherwise he was an accomplice or a silent and amused witness, like some wise party overlooking his junior when he was rather young. Woobin was always perplex as to what Jongsuk really thought, how much distance the Commander kept to the rest of his men and how implied he could get when one had issues. He could look totally indifferent and actually be very concerned by the tiniest issue.
"It's okay. I like some action and sometimes I am the hero. Mark your calendar."

He widened his eyes at the other's nickname preference.
"You know it's funny because I'd feel like badluck-charm was almost nicer. There's luck and charm while the other is basically about death and weight."
Woobin produced a high pitch whine when Jongsuk rolled off his top as it felt like it was just too soon. He pulled himself up weirdly, unbalanced and started walking his wobbly way to the village, carrying the bag for both.
"Come on Bad-luck-charm! The nice mattress is calling for my back!"
He made a few more steps and turned back, incredulous.
"Or would you really be in my debt and ask me to carry you on my back? I'm talking instant payment, day return."
The tall soldier stood with a wide grin, his balance on one foot and his arms akimbo. He wasn't that thirsty anymore but damn he needed to see the Prince's reaction. Maybe would it distract him from the physical condition Jongsuk was having more and more difficulty to hide apparently. They were close enough to the first houses but only his superior knew the place and kept the money.
"You should decide now."

((part 2/2! Jongsuk's so caring all the time Aww :3))

@Lee Jongsuk (S) "Why would you even care to ask?" Woobin chuckled. Of course there was a difference between cruel torture and masochistic tendencies but Woobin could fairly imagine Jongsuk would want to keep an eye as to how far he'd go. He had shown himself to be tempering Woobin, coincidentally taking him on special missons when Woobin was getting too hot-headed toward other soldiers, when he was starting to speak of murder in someone's sleep or horse excrement in a few porridges.
"I know you like pain and honestly I wonder about your limits."
Jongsuk would still get the delicious torture, the pain he'd dream about and crave for. Woobin barely moved at the nudge, looking for the level of seriousness in his words. He shrugged it off pretty soon; his Commander was never really offensive in his words unless he was really mad. Woobin saw no point in picking on small details just now that they were chased.
His eyelids narrowed at the younger's declaration for Woobin too had to wonder if he was okay with the statement. He had a lot of difficulties to see Jongsuk using his body to shield him but he did hold some power. The question in the soldier's mind was rather to know when Jongsuk wouldn't be able to protect him, how far did this blind trust go?
"How cute, Sir." Woobin said and patted the other's shoulder. He never really reminded him of their age difference but this was quite the occasion. And once again, the polite distance was convenient.
"I'm getting old and I think at some point you'll be the one to carry me back to the camp on your own back."
To this fantasy, Woobin's hand pulled his top bangs back, charmingly.
"You better not fail me when I'll need your assistance."

Everything Jongsuk supposed was just right, sadly, to the ex-bandit's judgement, it couldn't be so easy.
Woobin turned all his attention to Jongsuk after the other's observation, looking rather serious before he broke into soft chuckles.
"You say that like I used to be the king of hell and now I'm stripped from all my magic like a baby wearing a uniform for cuteness and protection of the state. And let's not forget about dissimulation from people seeking revenge." The idea actually amused him although it was barely mislead.
"I see you're deciding I'm the one bringing bad luck, alright. I think I won't be able to play /steal your monarch/ for a while after this little run. I'll go look for my demon crown and I'll roast a few peasants so people remember the smell of the Styx."
He had to do things on his own and just hope Jongsuk would be better off alone. It was more than time for Woobin to look for a bargain to make those pirates sing.

"You warned them?"
Woobin looked at Jongsuk with actual shock, a wide grin growing.
"You had planned on taking me away for a night all along huh?"
The mere reason why they agreed to be agreed to be going was that they thought it would be safe so planning on a longer trip seemed a little ambitious in ways that gave Woobin all sorts of ideas.
"I figured you were bored of the camp and that you needed to walk that nice some, I just didn't expect you to be so thirsty. My bad."
It didn't change anything to Woobin, but if he was being accused -almost blindly- of being targetted by attacks then he too would accuse the Commander of scheduling booty calls.
The truth to Woobin was all different though, Jongsuk looked more and more in discomfort with his wounds and he could predict a night of good sleep if he was lucky, if not he'd just be nursing the younger one.

"But I'm serious about this trip being the last in a while, together. I think you shouldn't get out of the camp so easily, your cover might get blown or you could get killed like you were /just/ a Commander."
He'd rather not have Jongsuk killed as a message, as a reminder of the time when Woobin was /Mister steal your girl-gold-pride/. He was worth more than that to the state of course, but those pirates would kill a beggar or a king just the same if it was meant to torture you. Woobin would make it alive, but he wouldn't be missing his most important posessions since those were mostly hidden, his closest friends were in danger.
"Since you think you're not safe with me I guess we shoud walk separate ways."
He made it sound like it was him getting mad and fed up on his own when it was just him, caring, anxious he'd ever be responsible for one scar on his body he wouldn't make himself.

((part 1/2))

@Kim Woobin (S) “Of course you'd rock pink hair,” Jongsuk said and nodded then. He wasnt even lying. Woobin had a nice face, handsome and good features so of course he'd rock any color. “But only with cute bobby pins,” he then added to tease the other a bit. It amused him and that was good.
“Pfft you chose the right person to spoil you with luxury, huh?” he joked – of course he could easily spoil Woobin but he wasnt sure if that was what the other really wanted. But for the night they really needed some nice beddings and baths and Jongsuk needed a place where he could take proper care of his wounds. Maybe, if he asked nicely, Woobin might even help him make an ointment. Last time his ointment had helped him heal quite fast, Woobin knew how to work magic with ointments.

The prince was so close to making a sound when Woobin suddenly jumped from the carriage. Luckily the grass was high enough to cover their bodies but the impact of the fall was painful. Even though Woobin did his best to make it easy for Jongsuk it hurt more than he had hoped for – he could only guess that it had been pretty painful for Woobin. He tried his best not to make any noises, especially when he could feel Woobin's finger on his lips.
“It must have been painful for you,” Jongsuk mumbled and took a shaky breath. “I'm sorry for that.” If he wasnt injured jumping down from that carriage would have been nothing but in his state it was anything but fun. “No, this is the right town. You chose the right town,” he added and chuckled weakly – he would definitely not be able to carry Woobin. “Next time ask me first, you wouldnt have to threaten me carrying you.”
He then slowly looked at his wounds, grimacing slightly. There were a few dark spots which obviously meant a few of his wounds had reopened but at least it didnt seem to be serious.
“You okay?” he then asked – Woobin looked quite out of breath but it was no surprise. “You saved me from dangerous injuries. Thank you.” He usually didnt easily thanked someone but Woobin more than deserved that.

“As far as I know, yes, but maybe they exchanged it with bricks,” Jongsuk tried to joke and shook his head. “Dead-weight sounds a little bit less rude so I prefer that, definitely,” he said and eventually rolled down from Woobin, grimacing slightly even though the grass was soft – Woobin had been more comfortable.
“And what are you now? Body pillow?” He winked, his head still slightly resting on Woobin's arm. “Woobs the body pillow, dont you like it? Or rather cushion instead of pillow?” He wiggled his eyebrows and tried his best to distract himself from the pain that was filling his body. Maybe Woobin was right and he just wasnt too lucky.
At least they both were alive and that was more than he could ask for, right?

(part 2! Yours was perfect as well x3 and I love Woobs so dont worry x3)

@Kim Woobin (S) “I am sure you know more ways to torture people than I ever heard from,” Jongsuk admitted and he had been taught quite many ways of torture. “So you want me to watch? Why? You think I will find it interesting?” The prince wiggled his eyebrows. Actually he was against torture but within his years in the palace and especially in the marine he had seen many things he didnt like. Compared to them torture was a rather cute thing so he would always prefer it.
“Of course you are a professional. You are Kim Woobin, I didnt expect anything else, Woobs.” He winked and nudged him slightly. So Woobin was definitely possessive. All those comments the other had dropped by now made it clear that the other was definitely against sharing him. Jongsuk didnt bother because even if he wanted to, he wouldnt have the time for someone else but Woobin and aside from that he didnt want to end up troubled because the other would make his life a living hell if he ended up with someone else. And he didnt really want to risk that. In the back of his mind Jongsuk listed a few more reasons – for example that Woobin was the only one knowing how to pleasure him and, but he wouldnt admit that, that Woobin was fun and he enjoyed being around him.

For a long moment Jongsuk stayed quiet before looking at Woobin.
“Yeah. If the situation requires it I will protect you,” he said and nodded, not sure if Woobin liked that or not. Sometimes he simply couldnt quite guess what was going on in Woobin's head and it worried him. He didnt want to say the wrong words and end up having Woobin turn his very muscular and nice back to him in a way of ignorance and disgust. He didnt want Woobin to turn away.
“For now you are a solider, yeah. But before you were someone else and some people definitely still hold grudges.” This was not about him, this was definitely about Woobin and if Jongsuk was right, now he was in danger as well. Even if he was just a comrade, they had probably seen Woobin get him away and that alone would tell them that Jongsuk was more than just the average person – either valuable for Woobin or valuable for someone else. But now wasnt the time to anger Woobin so he wouldnt ask him. The only problem was that Jongsuk couldnt tell how dangerous the situation really was.
“Besides, you wont give me back my pin anyways, I dont need to protect you to simply impress you.” He shook his head. “Ah, that is good to know,” he added amused when Woobin said he wouldnt split his manhood. And he meant it, that was something Jongsuk definitely was glad about.

The comment about trust confused Jongsuk as he wasnt sure how to take it. Was this a hint that Woobin trusted him or was it simply to ? Jongsuk decided to drop it, he knew Woobin wouldnt give him a clear answer anyways.
“Yeah. Luckily I got all I need,” Jongsuk agreed and tried his best to relax but that wasnt so easy with all those wounds hurting. “Besides... I told the responsible people in the camp we might be away longer than just one day so this shouldnt be troublesome. Lets use this to get some nice rest,” he added and tried to sit up properly. At least he was able to keep himself in control and didnt end up in pain. This was annoying, all the pain was ing with his brain and it got him upset – being injured like this was damn .
He really needed to arrange for two horses or at least one – he rather was the damsel in mistress having Woobin ride the damn horse and holding onto him from behind like a damn princess than walking all the way back. Proud or not, his condition wasnt good enough for anything like this.

A tiny chuckle left Jongsuk's lips and he shook his head amused.
“Who is the bad luck charm? Ever before I met you I was damn lucky,” he joked and nudged Woobin in a playful manner. He didnt mind it. He knew Woobin wasnt trying to insult it, actually he could totally understand him – somehow they always ended up in troublesome adventures. And Jongsuk liked adventures, yes, but ending up the way Woobin had described so nicely was nothing he wanted to experience ever again.
“Or maybe you are my good luck charm because you saved me from dying,” he said, winking at the other. “So dont worry, I have to take you with me wherever I go from now on.” He wiggled his eyebrows and winked after that.
Somehow it cheered him up and distracted him from the slight pain coming back – he knew he needed to take a painkiller soon, otherwise Woobin wouldnt be able to distract him. Most of his wounds might have superficially healed but it didnt mean they didnt hurt – besides that there were quite a few so in total it hurt like hell.


(part 1!)

@Lee Jongsuk (S) "Don't make that face Suks, you know I'd rock pink hair too."
Woobin chortled lightly and looked up discreetly so as to notice their carriage was the last as expected, slower than the others but barely minded.
"Now you're talking to me: nice beddings, baths. Keep on spoiling me and I might get used to luxury very easily."
He would no matter what, but he was mostly glad Jongsuk would be allowed a good night in a while.
Woobin watched Jongsuk close his eyes, he noticed most of the facial bruises had healed, faded. If it wasn't for his little citybreak, Jongsuk would have healed alright at the camp. He regretted he didn't just disobey the Commander, leaving him behind after having drugged him to sleep. It wouldn't have been the first time anyway.

The pace slowed and Woobin noted they were passing just next to a small town. They would fasten up soon again and he couldn't risk missing the shot so he wrapped an arm around Jongsuk's waist and pulled him along when he jumped off the carriage, holding their small bag, landing in the high grass of a field on his back, the other's weight on top of him. He laid still, eyes wide and used one hand to put a finger on the other's lips as he listened to the carriage leaving.
He relaxed when the only noises they could hear were distant, from the town.
That fall hurt more and this time he was glad he managed it better for Jongsuk as a body-cushion in the fall.
"I hope this little improvised stop was to his Majesty's taste because I'm not doing it again. Also if you say it wasn't where we were supposed to stop here I'm going to be in such a pain you will have to carry me on your back I swear."
It hit him a little late but maybe he could have asked Jongsuk first.
His arms fell to his sides and he tried to catch his breath.

Never had he risked a bad fall for someone else than a comrade in his bandit days. No one in the army was worth the pain, but Jongsuk easily passed as a close friend of his already. This was just how much he trusted him and how much he was willing to involve himself for one he trusted. But of course, he wouldn't get as close as saying it. He couldn't even help trying to piss Jongsuk off.
"Hey are you sure they removed all bullets from your body? I swear you're so heavy now." He breathed in and out slowly, his chest rising each time and Jongsuk lifting just pretty easily despite his claims.
"If you don't like that bad-luck charm nickname, I offer you to change it to dead-weight now." There, he was satisfied enough with the rudeness to compensate his literal body shielding to protect his Commander.

(( part 2: It was perfect!! Jongsuk is very smart and Woobin will remain secretive af;;;WHY IS HE ALWAYS LIKE THAT ))

@Lee Jongsuk (S) Woobin was satisfied enough as he knew the Prince got the needle. It was a certainty: the other disliked being associated to his siblings and Woobin agreed on it, Jongsuk was very different which explained why he bothered stepping in whenever the young Commander was threatened. The other's promise almost sounded like a warning: he would definitely see and Woobin couldn't wait to see.
He eyed the Commander as he explained why a mutual trust was important and as much as it sounded benign, Woobin didn't feel like saying it out loud, like some kind of a confession. He trusted Jongsuk for a lot of things, but he didn't talk about it or he'd sound pathetically weak and dependant.
"Sure, you're my commander and we're a team." It was as far as he'd get with this, a smile stretching from ear to ear.
"We're alive so far against all odds."
Woobin would take it one day at a time until he'd feel comfortable with those blind trust falls.
"I'm hilarious. But I'm not a court buffoon for a reason I guess."
He grinned, drawind a line in-between them again when clearly Jongsuk nearly belonged more to his side than he did at times.

The ex-bandit nodded in content: "I will use precision tools because I'm a professionnal. I will let you watch. I'd make you watch if you didn't feel up to."
The point in torturing strangers was to have Jongsuk witnessing. He had to know what others risked when approaching him too close. Woobin wouldn't be able to explain it, but although he didn't think it would last, Jongsuk was his toy and his toy only. Someday, he'd let him be, like he did with any other interest of his but now he'd rather not share him. Priviledges, priviledges.
He d the other's , looking down on the grinning one and seriously missing the shameless closeness they experienced in the mountains.
"If you ask for it, you will get it." he declared as a challenge. Who was he to resist some egoistic fun after all? His hand the other a little, bracing himself for the risk they'd take.

He only pulled his hand back after Jongsuk suspected they weren't after him. Woobin didn't want him to even think about it. The Prince would be so better off if he was dealing with issues from his golden and wealthy world of power plays. Woobin knew the other stood no chance in the business of the bandits and they barely minded blood. It was all about honor and they'd behead a noble to just make a point.
"Oh so you're the one protecting me now? Is that how you plan on justifying the need for your pin?" He chuckled and looked around. "Nah, we're being followed by bandits after your money. Remember? I'm just a soldier, I have nothing they want." He did, but then he had to be seen with Jongsuk. He had to keep him so close they'd kill him on sight to just see if it would hurt Woobin. Sadly he knew it would affect him better than anything else, more than he'd like; Jongsuk was a nice comrade to say the least, a fair Commander and maybe someday, he'd change the army and its corruption; that was his belief.
"Unless you like my manhood so much you're starting to think they want a share of it? Be reassured, Commander, I won't split it."

But somehow the rough landing only sharpened the other's mind. He was seeing right through him and the soldier frowned.
"So you're saying I invented all of the chase? Now where's the team work, where's the trust?" Of course dropping the trust issue now, implying he trusted Jongsuk, was convenient.
"At least, you bought what you needed and it might take a little longer but we'll get back to the camp."
And Woobin hoped they'd find a different solution than walking because Jongsuk didn't need to say anything, he looked in discomfort. He eyed the other's leg and chest, looking for any case of bleeding on the other's clothes but he saw none and in that case, he just hoped for no internal lesion.
"That's not rude. I get in your area and suddenly we fall into ambushes, get lost in the forest, freeze our asses out, get chased and only luckily, you spared my poor soul by not taking me to the castle with you last week." Maybe that was his way of being even for Jongsuk's disappearing, but somehow he was still bitter of the way Jongsuk had left in the night for a week without prior warning. He couldn't ask for it but he would have preferred being informed by the Commander himself.
What he wouldn't mention was how funnier the days at the camp at been with his commander in /sheets/.
"But it's not that bad, I feel like I have a pretty good life now that I know your bad luck."
Now he felt like he was being rude, especially when Jongsuk mentionned his concerns about broken bones. He would be the one preparing oitments again, and that's the least he owed to the Prince.

(part 1)

@Kim Woobin (S) A tiny groan left Jongsuk's lips. The damn jump felt like all his bones had dislocated but at least he could still move. His back hurt but that wasnt the worst. His wounds hurt worse. Especially the two on his right leg.
“Rascals you say?” Jongsuk mumbled and breathed heavily, trying to stop the pain and calm down. “Running from rascals and having such a landing doesnt sound worth it.” He frowned and looked at him. And if Jongsuk was honest he knew there was a better explanation. “I dont think they were after me. Dont you think?”
There was no reason why the prince, Jongsuk, should have been in town. Especially not after that damn attack, they probably rather though he was hiding in the castle or far off from the place. But he wasnt. So maybe they had been looking for something else, had been looking for something they knew or could bring them money. They hadnt been looking for Jongsuk. They had been looking for Woobin. They probably Woobin had saved him from getting used as a threat or anything – why else would Woobin care? He could have run away alone if his life was threatened, right? Or maybe was it because he cared?
Damnit.
“Yeah, off to a nice location it is. I hope it'll work out and we'll end up somewhere nice,” he said, trying to sort his thoughts.

“Are you nicknaming me bad luck charm?” Jongsuk said and popped an eyebrow, pouting slightly. “How rude.” He acted as if he was sulking, still trying to keep the pain in control. At least the wound on his stomach hadnt popped up, that was most important.
“Besides having my back broken I think I broke my leg too,” he mumbled – of course it wasnt broken. But the wounds hurt like hell and only days ago one of them had been badly infected. Luckily he had already gotten all herbs he had needed to take care of any possible infection or other pain. At least that was something.
“I know that road,” Jongsuk said and his lips. “I know this area pretty well, I will let you know if we have reached a nice place.” He took a shaky breath, closing his eyes for a long moment. A nice place. For a few moments he thought before a nice place popped up to his mind. They knew him their but they were discrete and would keep his secret so maybe going there was a nice idea.

Be careful what you pick? What was Woobin expecting him to pick? Some pink building with an even pinker, glittery inside? Oh please. Or a love hotel? Well, that wasnt the entirely wrong choice then, right?
He then noticed the twist on Woobin's face and blinked when he heard his words.
“I dont know if I really want to see you burp pink and fart glitters at all. This imagination is really scary.” He shook himself and his face twisted. “Maybe even your hair will turn pink, imagine that.” Oh nope, he didnt want that at all so no pink inn.
“But I know a place where they are descrete and have really great beddings for both of us.”
He then leaned back against the straw. He wanted to check on his leg but therefore he needed to take off his clothes and open the bandage and that was no good idea, especially not in an unclean area like this.
“The inn I know is a bit further off but if we are lucky this carriage will take us there.”
He rubbed his back slightly, grimacing cause every meter this damn carriage made hurt his poor, weak body.
“I should really ask my father to make a law for carriages to have a soft grounding.” Of course this was a joke but he was trying to lighten up the mood for the both of them. Hopefully they were lucky – they had suffered long enough and they needed a break. Both of them. So maybe as soon as they reached the inn they could rest.
“The one I wanna go to also has a nice, huge bathroom. So if you want you can bathe.” Jongsuk wouldnt risk bathing with his wounds but maybe he could put his legs in as far as possible without the water touching the wound.
Aish, he simply wanted the wounds to be gone – he was a danger for them in that state.
Jongsuk his lips and closed his eyes for a moment. Hopefully Woobin would like the inn as well. Here he was, caring for Woobin's opinion again. Jongsuk knew he cared for Woobin, he just had to be careful to show it because he didnt want Woobin to run away. Because no matter how possessive Woobin might act, Jongsuk was scared that he mentioned anything along the line he'd scared him away. And he didnt want that.
Especially for now he wanted Woobin to stay by his side.

(part 2! I hope they way I made it fit in :3 /snuggles you/
And I love the detail about the pirate! You made it so nicely x3 I really love your replies!)

@Kim Woobin (S) For a long moment Jongsuk was quiet before he looked at Woobin, tilting his head.
“Well, you will see what else I can get you. It would be boring if I just told it to you, wouldnt it? But dont worry, I dont want to be as boring as my sibling. Dont worry, I wont become a pale copy,” he said, Woobin's words bothering him but he didnt show it to the outside. He was no damn pale copy of his siblings. Despite his siblings not being boring at all, he also was different. None of his siblings would have ever thought of joining the army and he was sure that none of his siblings liked it as rough as he did. But here he was with Woobin and feeling bothered of the other words. Oh he would see how he was definitely no pale copy of his siblings. He would clearly see.
He blinked when Woobin asked him why he wanted him to trust him.
“Because I am your commander. But besides that we are a team, arent we? At least we were set up to be a team to go out and get stuff,” he added, just in case Woobin got scared of being called a team. He knew the other didnt like boundaries at all and right now was no situation Jongsuk wanted to make the other nervous. “And as a team we need to trust each other. Otherwise we might end up ed up.” Just like the situation when they had been surrounded by the Bandits. Jongsuk had had to trust on Woobin and luckily it had worked. Luckily Woobin hadnt palyed with the Squad's lives.

“Then maybe pink elephants might help me understand your humor,” Jongsuk joked and nudged Woobin's side, grinning slightly. He liked how they were able to change from serious to amusing to serious again, it was a fast change, coming back and forth all the time but it fascinated Jongsuk and somehow it was nice. It was something different and he liked that.
Besides that he did understand Woobin's humor, sometimes Jongsuk was just not in the mood to – nevertheless he enjoyed it.
Surprised Jongsuk looked at Woobin, tilting his head. His at anyone hitting on him? Or Sever their nuts? Well, that definitely sounded like a possessive boyfriend and last time Jongsuk checked he was single. Single and ing with an ex-bandit because that was damn satisfying but since when was it allowed to become so possessive? Not that Jongsuk was even considering ing someone else – he already head enough to do to put up with Woobin as well as being the commander and having this numerous wounds. But Woobin surely knew that.
“Maybe both should be an option. Even though I prefer severing their nuts. Let me watch you then, right? I am sure it would definitely amuse me and I dont have much time to be amused.” He winked, joking around a bit. “Plus I am sure it'll be a sight. Will you sever them with your own hands or will you use proper equipment?” He grinned at the other.
He enjoyed Woobin calling him a nickname. It was different, it seemed familiar and he somehow liked it. It didnt feel wrong in any way and even though it was cheesy Jongsuk would keep it in mind for darker times – for example when Woobin pissed him off again. The prince had always been all about little details. Small nicknames, soft smiles, slight touches, thinking of – to others – unimportant dates, tiny presents – it was cute and Jongsuk liked such things. Not that he would mention it to Woobin, he would rather bite his tongue! The other didnt need to know that even the prince that liked it hard in bed had a few cheesy and probably quite romantic things he treasured. Nope, he wasnt going to be teased for that.

“So they yearn for your attention?” Jongsuk said and wiggled his eyebrows. He wasnt going to deny it, of course not because it was the truth. But he liked joking around with Woobin – they'd have enough serious matters later, for now they could have some fun.
“Well,” he started and he noticed Woobin's expression before he hummed and nodded. “I guess you are right. They definitely arent only yearning for your attention but also for your touch, Woobs.” He grinned amused. Why else would his buttcheeks someone else if it was Woobin who pleasured him properly? He had been the first to pleasure him the way it had been worth the fever and any pain – Jongsuk would gladly redo it if he was offered another nice time for them together.
A tiny laugh left the prince's lips and he shook his head.
“Oh, I dont know what they are after but what if they arent after me? What they are after my nice company?” He wiggled his eyebrows. He didnt know how close to the right answer he was. “Dont worry, I wont let them snatch you away at all. I need you to keep my safe and sound and besides that you are right. Lets not let them have them ruin our next appointment.” Once again he wiggled his eyebrows. But for now something different was important: running from those men because otherwise they might be in danger and simply being a team consisting of two very clever man wouldnt safe their asses.


(part 1! I used the wrong character first ♥)