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The first time Minseok saw 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 redheaded 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—
“Minseok. Minseok! MINSEOK!!” The voice of the head priest, Jongdae, cuts through his fantasy. Minseok 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 priest, Min clears his throat uncomfortably and forces a smile. “Yes, Jongdae, how can I help you?”
Jongdae eyes him suspiciously, and Minseok 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 Baekhyun again, eh?” Jongdae asks, a knowing smile playing along his lips.
Well then. Apparently not so hidden.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Minseok sniffs in an affronted manner, turning his nose up to hide his increasing blush. Not only was it inappropriate for a prince to have a crush on a mysterious visitor, but also to be discussing said crushes with priests who had no business in the romance department. Jongdae 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 Minseok?” Baekhyun strides in confidently, boastful smirk causing his lips to quirk up in a delectably kissable detestable way. He sets his lyre down on the table before leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms in a way that made his tanned muscles bulge. Not that Minseok noticed or anything.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Minseok responds, “Absolutely not, Baekhyun. Do you even know how improper it is of you to barge in here like that? I am a prince, after all.”
At this, Baekhyun’s smirk only grows as he steps closer to Minseok. “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 JONGDAE IT WAS NOT LIKE THAT—”Minseok’s frustrated yells are interrupted by Chanyeol, who barges in with his spear brandished. “WHO’S DISTURBING MY PRINCE MINNIE—”
Baekhyun’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 Minseok, you good-for-nothing loudmouth.” To this, Baekhyun 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 Minseok alone.” Jongdae says, his smooth voice cutting through the tension looming in the air. Chanyeol turns to Minseok, who only shrugs in response. Jongdae is right, this was too much drama so early in the morning. Especially considering how Minseok had evaded an assassination attempt just yesterday when a crazed servant decided to chase him with a knife, rescued only by Baekhyun's quick thinking when Minseok had burst into his room to hide. Then again, Baekhyun's genius idea was to hide Minseok in his bed as a pretend lover, which alone might’ve given Min a heart attack from being in such close proximity to his crush. So, really, Minseok 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 Baekhyun on his way out. Jongdae only shoots Minseok a small smile before gathering his ritual bowls and dashing out to catch up with Chanyeol, his bright laughter following him out of the room. Which leaves Minseok and Baekhyun alone in a bedroom. Again.
“What’s this my love? Are you going to kick me out now too?” If Minseok didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought that Baekhyun’s jesting voice had an almost shy undertone, as if he was nervous. Which was a ridiculous thought, knowing how Baekhyun flirted like this with every creature under the sun. Still, something makes him pause, biting his lip.
“If you’re not going to respond, can I at least play you a song?” Baekhyun’s voice is quieter now, almost tender. Minseok 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 and begins to strum a gentle tune, Minseok finds himself seeing more and more similarities between Baekhyun and his mentor, Apollo: His carefree attitude, his constant sunburn, moments of sincere wisdom, and — oh, his voice. As he sang, Minseok could swear his skin sparkled.
~ “So at last you’re free / It’s the way you wanted it to be / And the price you paid / To become a man of today” ~
Baekhyun looks up from his lyre, smiling when he meets Minseok’s eyes.
~ “Hey, hey, Minseok / Can you make it alone?” ~
At the sound of his name, Minseok visibly startles. Under Baekhyun’s intense gaze and honey-sweet voice, Minseok 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?!”
Baekhyun looks at his with an uncharacteristically serious expression. “You’ve always been my muse, Minseok.”
Minseok’s brain short-circuits. At his gaping expression, Baekhyun face twists into a self-conscious smile as he packs up his lyre. With a soft wave, he turns to leave, gently closing the door on his way out. In the silence of the room, Minseok’s brain catches up to him. Holy shit, could this mean--
Suddenly, frantically, he bursts out the door. “Baekhyun, wait!!!”
Thankfully, Baekhyun had only made it a few steps down the hall. He spins around with a concerned expression, “Minseok? Is everything alright?”
Minseok doesn’t respond verbally; instead, he launches himself at the taller redhead, looping his hands around his broad shoulders and leaning in to press his lips against Baekhyun's plump ones. Now it’s Baekhyun’s turn to stay frozen, shock scrawled across his face and etched into his rigid body. Just as Minseok is about to pull away, Baekhyun shudders deeply before reciprocating equally as passionate and desperate. His warm, large hands sweep down Minseok’s body, encircling his waist as he presses him against his toned body, closer and closer and closer…
With a gasp, Minseok 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, Baekhyun smiles to himself, pressing a hand to his golden lip ring and now-flushed lips. This was going to be an interesting adventure on Earth, after all.