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The first time Jongdae had seen him, collapsed on the ground amongst the chaos of the palace when the Minotaur had broken out, he knew he couldn’t leave him. Something inexplicable tugged at his heartstrings, and he knew in that moment his life would be changed forever. That blonde beauty, with dreamy brown eyes, chiseled abs that even the most modest priest would drool over, big strong arms that could pick him up at any moment and push him against the wall to—
“Jongdae. Jongdae! JONGDAE!!” The voice of the head priest, Baekhyun, cuts through his fantasy. Jongdae blinks rapidly, turning from the wall he had been blankly staring at, subconsciously wiping his mouth for any drool at his, ahem, *thirsty* thoughts. Feeling ashamed of such improper thoughts in front of the young priest, Dae clears his throat uncomfortably and forces a smile. “Yes, Baekhyun, how can I help you?”
Baekhyun eyes him suspiciously, and Jongdae feels his cheeks redden. Not that he has any reason to be embarrassed—after all, his crush on the new, enigmatic visitor was extremely well-hidden. “Daydreaming about Minseok again, eh?” Baekhyun asks, a knowing smile playing along his lips.
Well then. Apparently not so hidden.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jongdae sniffs in an affronted manner, turning his nose up to hide his increasing blush. It was inappropriate for a prince to have a crush on a mysterious visitor, much less to be discussing said crushes with priests who had no business in the romance department. Baekhyun opens his mouth to retort when the door slams open, causing the two to startle.
“Did I hear someone mention my name? Was it our Muse of Sparta, my beautiful Jongdae?” Minseok strides in confidently, boastful smirk causing his lips to quirk up in a—no, not delectably kissable, DETESTABLE— way. He sets his trident down on the table before leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms in a way that made his tanned muscles bulge. Not that Jongdae noticed or anything.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Jongdae responds, “Absolutely not, Minseok. Do you even know how improper it is of you to barge in here like that? I am a prince, after all.”
At this, Minseok’s smirk only grows as he steps closer to Jongdae. “That’s not what you said when you barged into my room last night, now was it?”
For a moment, no one says anything. Then,
“OH MY GODS I SWEAR ON THE RIVER STYX BAEKHYUN IT WAS NOT LIKE THAT—”
Jongdae’s frustrated yells are interrupted by Chanyeol, who barges in with his spear brandished. “WHO’S DISTURBING MY PRINCE DAE—”
Minseok’s laugh manages to drown out the commotion. Chanyeol, noticing his rival for the first time, turns to him with an angry sneer. “Of course you would be disturbing Prince Jongdae, you good-for-nothing shortie.” To this, Minseok lifts his arms placatingly, although a faint ghost of a smirk continues to haunt his face.
“All right, it seems there has been far too much disturbance for one day. I suggest we ALL leave Prince Jongdae alone.” Baekhyun says, his smooth voice cutting through the tension looming in the air. Chanyeol turns to Jongdae, who only shrugs in response. Baekhyun is right, this was too much drama so early in the morning. Especially considering how Jongdae had evaded an assassination attempt just yesterday when a crazed servant decided to chase him with a knife, rescued only by Minseok’s quick thinking when he had burst into his room to hide. Then again, Minseok’s genius idea was to hide Jongdae in his bed as a pretend lover which might’ve given Jongdae a heart attack from being in such close proximity to his crush. So, really, Jongdae should be proud of himself for surviving two assassination attempts in one whole day!
“If he bothers you at all, you let me know,” Chanyeol growls, glaring at Minseok on his way out. Baekhyun only shoots Jongdae a small smile before gathering his ritual bowls and dashing out the door to catch up with Chanyeol, leaving Jongdae and Minseok alone in a bedroom. Again.
“What’s this my love? Are you going to kick me out now too?” If Jongdae didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought that Minseok’s jesting voice had an almost shy undertone, as if he was nervous. Which was a ridiculous thought, knowing how Minseok flirted like this with every creature under the sun. Still, something makes him pause, biting his lip in contemplation.
“If you’re not going to respond, can I at least play you a song?” Minseok’s voice is quieter now, almost tender. Jongdae finds himself nodding, and in turn receives the most blinding smile he’s ever seen, almost as if he was staring at the sun. As he picks up his lyre (when did that get here?) and begins to strum a gentle tune, Jongdae finds himself seeing more and more similarities between Minseok and his mentor, Poseidon: His carefree attitude, his constant sunburn, moments of sincere wisdom, affinity for cold water, and — oh, his voice. As he sang, Jongdae could swear his skin sparkled.
~ “Will you come a little closer? / I want to stay next to you like this / It’s okay, even if you don’t say anything / When I look into your eyes, I know, I feel everything” ~
Minseok looks up from his lyre, smiling when he meets Jongdae’s eyes.
~ “Will you look at me? / You can’t get any more beautiful my Dae / You’re the reason that I keep walking” ~
At the sound of his nickname, Jongdae visibly startles. Under Minseok’s intense gaze and honey-sweet voice, Jongdae feels his face grow hot all the way to the tips of his ears. As the song ends, embarrassed, he blurts out, “Is that about me?!”
Minseok looks at his with an uncharacteristically serious expression. “You’ve always been my muse, Jongdae.”
Jongdae’s brain short-circuits. At his gaping expression, Minseok face twists into a self-conscious smile as he packs up his lyre and trident. With a soft wave, he turns to leave, gently closing the door on his way out. In the silence of the room, Jongdae’s brain catches up to him. Suddenly, frantically, he bursts out the door. “Minseok, wait!!!”
Thankfully, Minseok had only made it a few steps down the hall. He spins around with a concerned expression, “Jongdae? Is everything alright?”
Jongdae doesn’t respond verbally; he launches himself at the tall blonde, looping his hands around his broad shoulders and leaning in to press his lips against his. Now it’s Minseok’s turn to stay frozen, shock scrawled across his face and etched into his rigid body. Just as Jongdae is about to pull away, Minseok shudders deeply before reciprocating equally as passionately. His warm, large hands sweep down Jongdae’s body, encircling his waist as he presses him against his toned body, closer and closer and closer…
With a gasp, Jongdae pulls back to get a breath of air, suddenly realizing the situation he’s in. “Ummm… t-thank you for the song. Yeah,” he splutters, detangling himself from the very tactile man. He spins on his heel and sprints back to his room. Oh my gods, he did NOT just do that!
In the hallway, Minseok smiles to himself, pressing a hand to his lips. This was going to be an interesting adventure on Earth, after all.