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𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲
ABO | Prince au
➺ Top Bambam & Bottom Yugyeom

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
contains smut

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬
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𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐏𝐆
by Josephine096 & STARLITGGUK

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲
STARLITGGUK

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Valentine's Day.

A day that the young Alpha Prince BamBam despises all too much. Just like last year and the year before, the King has again planned a feast and invited princesses and princes from other kingdoms. Only this time, there would be no way out. He should choose one of the princesses or princes and take her or him as his consort; the king decided.

BamBam would soon be 25 years old and would take the throne in the near future.

Or

The young prince does not expect this boring day to take a surprising turn the moment his eyes meet those of another.

Note:

Herald ➺ someone who announces the noble names on a banquet etc

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Valentine's Day.

A day that the young Alpha Prince BamBam despises all too much. Just like last year and the year before, the king has yet again planned a feast and invited princesses and princes from other kingdoms. Only this time there would be no way out. He should choose one of the princesses or princes and take her or him as his consort; the king decided.

For BamBam would soon be 25 years old and would take the throne in the near future.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has asked for you." A servant in a blue and white uniform enters the prince's chamber. His head is slightly bowed and his hands are clasped behind his back.

"Certainly," the voice of the heir to the throne rings out in the room. His gaze is as cool as his voice. "Inform him that he will receive me in a few minutes."

The servant tries not to let on how much the cold sight of the prince makes him shiver. He is still standing in the chamber in front of him in his dressing-gown and is, as it seems, about to slip on his blue silk robe with gold ornaments.

"Very well, your highness." Quickly, he bows and strides out of the chamber.

For a moment the prince's gaze lingers on the door from which the servant has just exited. A silence pervades the room and suddenly he cannot help a small grin on his lips.

Despite the fact that the servant is a Beta, BamBam could feel and clearly see the influence of his strong Alpha pheromones on the servant.

Is it fear that ran through the servant?

The crown prince is already known for his cool demeanour and strong Alpha appearance in the palace and among the folk. He is considered as one of the coldest princes the folk has ever known. Additionally, he would soon ascend the throne and the title of the king will be given to him.

Some call him the icy and aloof Prince BamBam and it is rumoured that some even fear for the future. They say they are pinning their hopes on the only thing imaginable, which is a possible change of character:

A consort at his side.

Too bad that Prince BamBam plans not to choose any of the noble candidates as future consorts, as he did last year at this year's festival. Because he has no interest whatsoever in entering into a commitment, at least not in the near future.

One might even think that he would be confident enough to ascend the throne alone. Only that the king would most probably know how to prevent this. As a last resort, he would even let Yejun, his younger brother, ascend the throne and pass the crown to him.

He turns back to the dark-haired servant who stands there ready to serve him and help him into the robe.

Slowly the robe is put on him before he walks forward and stands in front of the mirror to take a look.

His dark hair is parted in the middle and slightly curly at the ends. His blue robe hangs perfectly down his body, not too tight, not too loose- giving him a certain elegance.

His gaze briefly roams over his outfit anew, where he runs his hand along with the fine silk fabric, smoothing out possible wrinkles. He wonders what his future robes will look like.

He shakes his head to be able to concentrate on the essentials.

The king is waiting and you don't keep a king waiting. Be it the king of a nation or one's own father.

And so, within moments, he steps back from the mirror and saunters down the cold and empty corridors of Silla's castle until he eventually reaches the large doors of the throne room. He strides with heavy steps towards the king, who is sitting at the end of a long wooden table.

The prince doesn't pause for a second to bow before him and look at him with a look that makes it difficult for the king to know the young Alpha's thoughts from his face. 

He sighs. “Sit down, BamBam. Have a meal with me," he says, gesturing to the set table. "I have something important to discuss with you."

BamBam hesitates for a moment, considering to resist the request as he has long suspected where this conversation will lead.

"Where is Yejun?" He asks instead as he sits down and a servant pours him a goblet of water.

"I'm here, dear brother." The young prince comes into the dining room and sits down in his seat, grinning.

"Why are you asking for me? You never do. Are you avoiding a conversation with our father again?" He teases him.

BamBam tries his best to refrain from rolling his eyes. He may be closer to his younger brother than his father, but Yejun still can't help teasing him. Indifferent to whether their father the king, is there or not.

"I don't avoid him," he finally remarks but he would like to add: I just know what's coming.

Immediately, Yejun realises that perhaps he shouldn't have said that and smiles apologetically at him.

"Oh, I see. I believe you, of course," he clears his throat and takes a sip of water from his goblet, wanting to avoid the situation. Yejun gives his brother one last look that means nothing but 'Good luck. If anything, I'll help you somehow' before he starts eating.

"Hmm," BamBam hums, answering him with a gentle teasing undertone as he takes something from the dishes set before him. "I hope so; for your sake."

He skilfully ignores the slight smirk he gets back in response. Instead, he turns his gaze to the king. "What did you want to tell me, father?"

The king clears his throat briefly and adjusts his posture on the chair. His eyebrows draw together and he places his cutlery on his plate, where his gaze lingers for a moment. "As you're surely aware, it is not long until Valentine's Day."

"Quite, father."

"Therefore, there will be another banquet. Invitations have already been sent to princesses and princes from other kingdoms. As you will soon take the throne, you need a partner by your side. You will choose your future consort at this year's banquet."

"Father-" BamBam wants to object but is instantly interrupted.

"I will tolerate nothing else," he says with finality, meanwhile looking at his son with seriousness in his face. The next statement that follows past his lips makes BamBam feel goosebumps along his arms, "You can't avoid it this time."

"But father, why do you force-" Yejun falls silent when he meets his father's cold gaze and continues eating, sighing.

I'm sorry, dear brother.

"It's decided. If you will excuse me, I am going back to my chamber." The king stands up and walks slowly to the stairs not looking back at his two sons. He really is not the youngest anymore.

"Aish... Not again," the young Alpha mutters to himself and glances unobtrusively at BamBam.

Yejun swallows hard. A feeling of guilt and empathy comes over him. From the looks of it, it doesn't seem to affect BamBam what their father has said and what will happen. However, Yejun knows BamBam very well to understand what is going through his mind.

BamBam is just too stubborn to show any reaction and let that cold mask fall off him.

Yejun does not know when his brother actually started to change. It all happened over time. Though, if he had to guess, he would say that their mother's death is the main reason why this happened. He would be lying if he said he didn't miss the old BamBam.

Back when they were children, they used to play and laugh together. They even played pranks when their mother was still alive. It was never boring. Nowadays they still have fun, but BamBam keeps to himself and keeps up the cold mask.

Yejun sighs at last. "I'm sorry. I know you don't want to have anything to do with this, and you don't want to enter into the bond of mating or marriage with anyone."

"Excuse me," the elder clears his throat and stands up without another word, causing the chair to squeak on the floor.

He leaves the table and doesn't even look back at his brother, causing Yejun to wonder if he said anything wrong.

Meanwhile, BamBam leaves the throne room, blinded by emotions seething inside- the prominent among them are bitterness and disappointment.

The tread of his boots hitting the hard stone floor resounds through the empty corridors; as he is on his way to the only place in the castle where he knows he will get his answers.

"Finally-" the king is interrupted as suddenly the doors are flung open. Two servants and his eldest son enter his chamber. The servants immediately bow low.

"We are sorry, your majesty, but his highness would not listen to us. His highness wants to talk to you urgently. Perhaps you will let his majesty finish-"

"No! Be quiet. Get out of my sight. I want to be alone with him." He sits up with a sigh as he was about to lie down comfortably.

Immediately, the two take their leave, once more with a bow.

"To what do I owe the honour, BamBam?" he speaks quietly.

BamBam steps closer to the bed where his father is sitting. Standing so close to him now, seeing his father struggling to sit up in his own bed, his gaze unfocused and that small wrinkles have already formed under his eyes, makes the prince realise how bad his condition must really be.

The boiling emotions he felt bare moments ago dissolve into thin air.  And before he can comprehend what is happening, his father reaches out to him and wipes the tear from his cheek.

"Come, my son." He gently pulls him next to him and takes BamBam into a warm embrace. Even though their relationship is not the best, the king cannot see his son like this.

"Why are you crying? Is it really so bad one-"

"No! No, not anymore. Father... are you all right?" he asks him instead.

"Of course! I'm alright, son! Why wouldn't you be? I'm not the youngest anymore, yes, but my body and my heart are fine."

"I won't let you down, father. I will- I will find my future mate, someone who will be a good queen or king. I promise you that." Even though it is not his wish, the young prince just can't help but want to make his father proud. It is his duty as the next ruler; to become the next king of Silla.

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Valentine's Day.

A day that the young cook loves all too great. On such a day, he gets to try his hand at a wide variety of dishes without being looked at foolishly. But unfortunately, there are still 4 days to go before such a great celebration.

"Do you think it will be as great as last year?" He asks his closest friend, Jimin. Jimin is just as busy cooking as he is.

"Hmm. I heard that the prince is supposed to choose a future wife. There are supposed to be lots of Omegas! Even Omega princes!" he reports with wide eyes and nods.

The young cook prepares breakfast on the table with other servants. He has never really seen the prince and doesn't really want to. From all the stories he constantly hears from Jimin, the other cooks and the servants... a shiver runs down his spine.

His look was to be chilly all the time, just like his voice, and he's supposed to hate Valentine's Day.

How can you hate the festival of love?

Yugyeom asks himself the question in his mind.

After Yugyeom has finished with everything, he retreats to the kitchen with the others. He wants to bake some fresh bread and cakes, and for that, he needs some time.

"Jimin? You meant that the prince should choose a future consort, didn't you?" he sees in the corner of his eye how he's nodding and thus starts talking again.

"He's bound to be forced, isn't he? He doesn't feel like doing that if he doesn't even like Valentine's Day. Tsk. How can you not like the festival of love? He can pick a great consort. Dance with them and fall in love. That's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Don't forget the great food! Our great food." Laughing a little at Yugyeom's restraint, his counterpart finally sighs.

"I really hope Jungkook will be there as well. I really want to see him. I wonder what my knight is doing right now?" He enthuses.

"I'm sure he's training on the training ground again," says Yugyeom before a thought crosses his mind and he lets a cheeky grin across his lips. "Shirtless and in the blazing sun, while he swings his sword with his muscular arms and tries to defeat others."

"Yugi- you're really mean," Jimin mutters dejectedly to himself. A pout forms on his face. "Do you have to tell me something like that when I have to be down here in the kitchen? It's not like I can even sneak out for a quick peek without getting caught."

Laughing, he apologises and continues chopping the vegetables.

"If you want, then I can show you something," he grins slightly.

"I used to escape from the kitchen like that, well... two weeks ago, because it was just too much for me. But don't tell anyone! That way you can meet your knight in shining armour again."

"Really? You'd do that?" Jimin's eyes sparkle and smiling, he hugs his best friend.

"Yes, really. But now shush. Let's go on a bit more or we'll never finish," he laughs.

"It's fine," the latter says and then gets up without a word to go back to his chamber.

The young Omega takes Jimin by the hand, startling him a bit. He tells him to be quiet and he nods with wide eyes. Yugyeom slowly goes behind the kitchen, where there are actually only the supplies, but what no one knows is that there is a small secret passage behind the flour sacks.

He pushes one of them a little aside and digs his way through. He always puts some earth from outside there so that nobody can notice anything. Something like a tunnel opens up and he bends down, chuckling.

"What is it? Aren't you going to come and see your knight after all?"

"Y-you just... Isn't there any other way? It looks so dark and... you know I'm afraid of the dark."

Sighing, the Yugyeom nods and gets up again. He takes a candle and lights it by another one that is standing in the room.

"I'll hold these and you stay close behind me, okay?"

"Thanks, Yugi!" He smiles.

Nodding, he gets back into position and scrambles off. He glances back from time to time when he sees Jimin. He's really cute. When they arrive, he blows out the candle and hides it in a bush nearby.

"Come! The knights are that way-"

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It's just 7.00 in the morning and Yugyeom could shed tears. It is chaos in the kitchen. He has just finished all the bread and is now tending to the chicken, turkey, pig and goose with Jimin.

"Go, go, go! Be a little faster! The king is expecting the whole meal in less than 10 hours and the only thing you can manage is this? Get to work!" Shouts their chef.

"You, Yugyeom! Cook something special again, like... something with noodles? Exactly! The king liked it very much last time. But don't forget to make enough for everyone."

Stressed, he ran his hand through his hair and nodded slightly before giving Jimin a different cook to help and set about making the noodles. These, after all, he has to make himself.

─ ·  ·  ·  · ✦

8 hours pass and everyone is getting ready to prepare the food. In less than 3 hours the guests will arrive and the desserts are already cooling down.

"Phew! That was hard work." Yugyeom laughs and looks at Jimin, exhausted.

"Yeah... my shoulder hurts." The latter pouts slightly.

"No time to rest. Find your best rags and put them on. Remember? We have to serve after all."

"Ah, right." The young cook whines, ultimately sighing out.

"Well then, let's get the desserts ready and find something suitable to wear."

They eagerly decorate them and then place them on the large table in the kitchen where all the food is gathered before being carried up to the throne room.

If Yugyeom is honest, his knees shudder a little at the thought of seeing noble people and part of the palace. He hasn't worked here long, yet he hasn't seen anything other than the kitchen and the courtyard.

It makes him a little uneasy to think of all that could go wrong.

"It's going to be alright, Yugi." Jimin gently puts a hand on his back and smiles at him. It took them longer than they thought. By now, they have finished changing and are waiting in the kitchen for a sign to go and serve the people, meaning the nobles.

"It... it's easier said than done, but we can do it. Grit your teeth hard, always smile politely and bow. The king should be coming down soon too."

Yugyeom takes a deep breath and exhales, giving Jimin a nervous smile. The seconds that pass feel like hours and the longer it takes, the more anxious he becomes. In a moment he would be standing in a room with the king for the first time.

Once again he pats any possible lint or dirt off his clothes. He feels his heart begin to race in his chest and his blood freeze in his veins as one of the servants walks down the stairs announcing the arrival of the king.

A few seconds later, a considerably older man dressed in a red robe, and with a magnificent golden crown on his head enters the castle kitchen. His serious and eminent aura immediately reveals that he is an Alpha and not to be trifled with.

A shiver runs down Yugyeom's spine as he strides further into the kitchen, reducing the closeness between them.

Immediately everyone in the kitchen bows and Yugyeom gulps noticeably as he realises how close the king is to him and Jimin.

"W-welcome your majesty," he stutters awkwardly and stands up straight again after he was allowed to.

"Show me the food, please," he says, looking at some of it.

"Where is the chef? He shall show me everything."

"Certainly, your majesty. I will bring him." With another bow, Jimin goes in search of the chef. Unsuspecting the slight tension that is between his best friend and the king as soon as their eyes meet.

The young chef can literally feel a lump forming in his throat as the king's gaze lingers on him for a moment. He has never seen the king before yet of all the cooks he looks at Yugyeom the longest.

"Here he is, your majesty." Jimin bows once more and takes Yugyeom's hand gently in his before taking it slightly aside.

The Omega chef stared at him a little too long, but surprisingly the king said nothing, so Jimin sighed unobtrusively.

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"And these are the desserts, your majesty," the chef takes off his hat for sweating a little due to the king's dominance.

"D-does your majesty like it?"

All the cook's present watch as the king's eyes wanders over each dish. The tension rises in the kitchen and with it the fear. The fear that the king will discover something that has been done wrong or does not satisfy him.

When the said man lastly draws his eyebrows together almost at the end of the table and looks at the dish for a few seconds, some hold their breath.

'Doesn't he like it?' , Yugyeom wonders. It is one of the dishes he had made. A turkey to be exact. Worried, he chews on his lower lip.

"O-oh that's what our newcomer made!" The cook quickly looks around and spots Yugyeom, pulling him towards him.

"Yugyeom is his name."

He bows a little and looks into those dark eyes of the king again.

"Doesn't your majesty like it? It is a new creation," he swallows hard.

"It's not that." His eyes drift from Yugyeom back to the dish the male has conjured. "It's good, very good in fact."

Yugyeom wants to ask what reason it can be that makes him draw his eyebrows together and look so serious. However, he gets his answer through a small murmur from the king.

It just reminded me of something.

His words repeat in Yugyeom's head. No one else seems to have heard but him. The Omega wants to ask what it reminded him of but knows too well that this would not be well avenged if he were to address the king without prompt.

Instead, he clenches his hands in the fabric of a kitchen towel to stop himself from saying anything and addressing the king without permission.

He merely bows as a sign of thanks and smiles gratefully at the king. He tries not to smile too falsely.

"Now that I am sure everything is perfect, it can begin after all. Let's get to work, cooks!"

Immediately everyone lines up and elegantly take the vessels in their hands before walking into the hall.

Yugyeom is one of the last to take something in his hands and walk towards the staircase. He would be lying if he said his hands did not tremble slightly as soon as his foot touches the first step. Carefully, he balances the tablet on his hands so that it doesn't fall. By the time he is halfway up the stairs, the first cooks are already coming back.

Crap.

The realisation hits him like a blow when he sees them hurrying down the stairs, that he saw no one behind or in front of him going up the stairs. This means he has no one to follow to the throne room. Yugyeom could easily get lost as he has never been up there in the palace.

By the time he arrives at the first door, none of the other cooks are in the stairwell.

Looking up at the rest of the stairs, he becomes uncertain.

Did they mean it would be the first door when you come up or further up?

Nervously, he goes into the first door and sees a long corridor, which he walks down, lost in thought and biting his lips. In doing so, he doesn't notice two deep voices that are talking, which is a big mistake.

Namely, he collides with a broad and solid chest and falls to the floor with an unmanly scream. The potatoes he had on the tray fall on top of him. Whimpering, he looks up to see who he has collided with.

"I'm sorry-" he breaks off immediately as he catches a scent that mists him.

Hmm- is that... Cinnamon? Yes... And choco...late? I love chocolate, haha!

Grinning slightly, he stands up in a daze and looks into his eyes, spellbound. That smell and those golden eyes make him forget everything, which is not exactly the best thing in this situation.

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"Your highness?" Someone knocks on the door of his chamber. He looks up from his desk, where he has just been working through some of his papers.

"Hmm?"

"Lord Youngjae has just arrived," he announces, having received permission from the prince to enter his chamber.

"Thank you," he replies with a barely perceptible nod. "I will take care of it."

"Very well, your highness." The servant bows slightly and closes the door behind him. BamBam places his pen beside the papers and takes quick steps to the castle entrance, where Youngjae, his best and only friend is already waiting.

"Your Highness," he grins and bows before BamBam returns the gesture and grins back.

"Lord Youngjae, what an honour."

The other snorts in disbelief and takes a step closer to him. "Save it, my prince. Why have you summoned me here in the finest finery?"

"And on Valentine's Day at that. You're lucky I haven't found a mate yet."

"Hmm. To be honest," he begins his sentence, "it's about this very subject."

"Um... my mate?" the prince asks with a puzzled look. What's he got to do with my mate when he hasn't even found his yet?

"Wait- Mate..." he says suddenly as the words buzz around in his head. He tries to find anything behind the words that makes sense.

Does that mean...?

"Don't tell me-"

"I'm afraid it's true," BamBam interrupts him as they start walking down the hall.

"Just like last year, my father has arranged a banquet and invited princesses and princes. I was determined to get away with it this time as well..." he tells Youngjae in a hesitant voice.

"I wanted to give him my opinion and make it clear that I will not do this, take someone as a consort. However, when I followed him to his chamber, I was only then able to see the truth before my eyes."

BamBam's shoulders drop and he sighs sadly. In his eyes, Youngjae can see how much this is bothering him. He told him back then that he didn't feel ready for it yet.

"At that moment, I could see how old he already seemed, as if he was..." BamBam swallows visibly, but still doesn't finish the sentence.

"It was then that I realised how serious the situation really is. I don't know how tonight will end, but I want you to be there anyway."

"Oh man," he pats his back. "Of course I'll come along, for moral support."

"But tell me-" Youngjae suddenly interrupts himself as a thud is heard and he looks down in shock to see a small and petite Omega.

"Who's that?" He murmurs questioningly with his brows pinched together.

BamBam, who kept his eyes on Youngjae as he explained things, did not notice a figure walking towards them. Neither did Youngjae, as his gaze was fixed on the ground as he listened intently to what BamBam was saying.

The prince is all the more surprised when someone runs into him at full speed and he just so manages to keep his balance.

Just as he is about to speak up to see who dared to enter the part of the palace that is forbidden to the staff and further dared to run into the prince, he chokes on the words instantly.

An aromatic smell of lavender and honey rises to his nose and his eyes close almost automatically to enjoy this precious scent a little longer.

Yet, this does not last too long, because the very next moment he is jolted out of his thoughts by none other than Youngjae, who nudges him.

Yugyeom is also jolted out of his thoughts by this, no longer grinning and embarrassed, he bows to the two. Unfortunately, he doesn't know who they are, but they look noble.

"I- I am very sorry. I was looking for the throne room and I thought that this corridor led to it." Biting his lip, he still doesn't stand up straight because he still wants to bow to him. He really wants to ask the handsome man his name, but that would be inappropriate.

At the faint and quiet sound of the other's voice, BamBam draws his gaze to the still bowing figure before him. He lets him return to his straight posture, unaware of the consequences.

The very second the Alpha faces Yugyeom, he gasps, thinking his mind is playing tricks on him. He blinks as he cannot believe his own eyes. There is a young, stunningly beautiful Omega standing before him. His almost black eyes, which seem to have a firm grasp on the Alpha, stare at him with the same astonishment.

BamBam lets his eyes wander over the unknown man's face, fascinated by the beauty. His gaze first stops at a mole just below the eye, only making him more attractive to the other. Belatedly, his gaze wanders further and stops at the thin, soft-looking lips.

He swallows around the lump forming in his throat as a selfish part of him suddenly wants to feel the man's lips on his own. Even though he doesn't know the person in front of him, he can't deny the rising tension between them.

"Breathtakingly beautiful," the Alpha accidentally murmurs softly, almost regretting saying it when he notices his counterpart's eyes widen.

However, every word has definitely been worth it when he sees the Omega's subsequent reaction. His cheeks turn bright red, even his ears turn a little red.

The prince can't help but take in the sight, he is so taken by seeing this and being able to elicit such a cute reaction from the other. The man is the first to make him feel this way.

"I-I'm sorry-" he stutters awkwardly, picking up all the potatoes and the tablet before bowing again and looking into those beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

"...I should go to then." He turns and walks towards the door with a tomato-red face.

BamBam looks after him for a moment before deciding to follow yet he is held back by a hand on his arm. Confused, he looks at Youngjae, who gives him a look.

"I know you would like to go after him, but I don't think this is the best time. People are waiting for you in the throne room. Besides, I don't know how your father would feel about you arriving there with a non-noble Omega on your arm."

BamBam exhales deeply, disappointed and saddened by what his best friend tells him. But he knows he is right and only then realises that the Omega was indeed not noble.

At the sight of him, he did not even glance at his clothes, too distracted by other things and his drumming heart.

Meanwhile, Yugyeom stops in the middle of the kitchen, whining and ruffling his hair in despair.

"That was inappropriate. Oh no, what if- no... that wasn't him, was it?" Narrowing his eyes, he thinks again of that man... that Alpha who had his senses-.

"No. It can't be..." he sighs.

"Yugyeom? Yug- here you are." Jimin goes and crouches down.

"What happened? Why aren't you in the hall yet?" He gently strokes his back up and down.

"I- there was- and-"

"Shh. If not now, then later. Come on, get up and get some new potatoes on your tablet. That's the only thing missing and the prince must be coming soon too." Nodding they both get up and after a while go upstairs with the new tablet. They place it unnoticed on the giant table, beautifully decorated with a wide variety of dishes, and stand apart.

That was definitely a prince. No doubt about it.

Thinking once again about this handsome Alpha, he looks around a little conspicuously without noticing.

"Looking for someone?" Asks Jimin with a curious look as he looks around the hall as well. "Have you met anyone?"

Yugyeom can't help but guess at the question, embarrassed to have been caught.

"I-I met a prince! That was the thing I tried to explain to you earlier." He bites his lower lip uncomfortably.

"At least I think it was a prince. He looked really good and his smell he-" clearing his throat he turns his face away from him.

"I-it doesn't matter anyway. No one wants an ugly Omega cook anyway."

"Don't say that! No one is ugly," Jimin says to him in a determined voice. He can't quite understand his friend's sudden change of mood. "I'm sure things will straighten out if you're meant for each other."

"And if it doesn't, so be it. You'll meet your mate," he adds.

"You don't understand- His smell, that was-" He searches his mind for words that resemble the smell.

Yugyeom is interrupted by a loud and deep voice not too far from them.

"Silence! Prince of Silla, Prince BamBam has arrived," announces a herald.

The said male walks down the stairs with a smile and bows deeply once to all the nobles.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but please call me Prince BamBam as I mentioned earlier." He stands upright again and smiles slightly at all present.

Yugyeom looks up at the all too familiar voice. Shock is written all over his face the moment he sees who exactly is standing there in the middle of the room.

He is a prince. The prince of this kingdom who is to find his consort today.

His heart begins to ache at the thought. He can do nothing about it. In the eyes of the nobles, he is nothing but dirt and a servant.

I wonder if the prince feels the same way about him?

"I hope your journey here was not too tiring and long. I also hope you have had a good stay so far and will enjoy the banquet. Let the banquet begin," with his last statement spoken, he and Youngjae make their way to the centre of the U-shaped table, where they both take their seats next to the king and Yejun.

"Come on! Get to work!" The chef shouts at the cooks, at last looking at Yugyeom and Jimin.

"Yugyeom. I'm counting on you. You will serve the king. If he wants anything, you will bring it to him immediately. Do we understand each other?" Swallowing hard, he looks in the direction of the king, sitting next to the prince next to his son.

"I have... I understand," he gives in with a sigh and nods slightly.

"And you Jimin... will help the others. Is that clear?" He raises a brow, which is why Jimin immediately starts nodding frantically and looks to Jungkook, pouting. The knights are served by two others.

Without wasting any more time, they both take their places. While Jimin stands against the cold stone wall, behind the noblemen, Yugyeom moves to a spot where he would not stand directly behind the king, but where he can still get a good look at the prince.

"His Highness Prince Hyeong with daughter Eun." The herald begins to call out the names of the noble guests before they bow to the king and prince and aside.

"His Highness Prince Youngsoo of the Kingdom of Goguryeo."

"Countess Yeo with son Kyungmi."

"Her Highness Princess Ae Cha of the Kingdom of Baekje."

"Baron Su with son Hajoon."

The herald announces more names of the noble guests until every guest got introduced to the king and prince. All the while, BamBam kept a smile on his lips, how Yugyeom wished that smile was meant for him.

"His majesty invites the guests to open the dance."

The king glances at his son, who is barely perceptibly fiddling with his fingers. He is struck by a wave of guilt as he notices the expression on his face. He knows it is not the solution he wished for his son. The king would have wished that he could have been given more time to get to know the individual candidates better.

But unfortunately, this is not possible, as time is passing faster than expected. His son already shirked last year and this year he would at least like to know that the throne is safe, as he himself does not know how long he has left.

Yejun, sitting on the other side of the king, looks around in wonder why the guests are not dancing yet. He gets his answer as his eyes first look to the king and then follow his gaze.

"Son, go choose someone to open the dance with. They are waiting.

BamBam is still sitting with a forward and cool gaze. His body is tense though he eventually makes his way to the guests and stops at an Omega prince.

He bows nobly and extends his hand to him, which the other prince accepts gladly and places his own in the other. Promptly, the orchestra in the background begins to play and all the dancing couples start to move.

Yugyeom's heart aches at the sight as if someone rips it out and steps on it.

"Don't be so silly. Why would someone like him like me? You say that all the time but still don't stop thinking about him," Yugyeom grumbles to himself, running a stressed hand through his face. He actually wants to sit down on a small chair a little apart when he notices the deep voice of the king.

Immediately he hurries to him and bows once briefly.

"You have called, your royal majesty?"

"Yes, pour me some wine, please."

"Certainly." He fetches one that was being placed a little at the head of the table and pours him some in the goblet.

"Anything else, your majesty?"

"No, you can go. Thank you."

With that, he goes back to his seat and looks around the room when suddenly his eyes, meet the prince's.

For a moment, everything around him seems to stand still and time doesn't seem to move forward either.

Their eyes simply don't want to let go of each other. It is as if they are both magnetically attracted to one another.

At this point, BamBam doesn't even care if he accidentally steps on his dance partner's feet. He only cares about those brown, intoxicating eyes that are only meant to be on him. That's all he wants at this moment.

The Alpha feels himself getting tense as he notices the sadness in the Omega's eyes. At first, he doesn't know why, but as he follows the gaze, realisation hits him, making his stomach turn.

The young Omega turns around biting his lips and takes a deep shaky breath in and out.

He can't watch this any longer, so he sits down with his back to the prince. He might not be called by the king now, because he has a full plate in front of him.

What am I going to do? I can't get that prince out of my mind... he's not even my mate, is he? So why be sad when he's supposed to find love at this banquet?

He tries to calm himself down somehow in his mind, which doesn't work so well, because this realisation made him even sadder so that a mixture of rain could be smelled in his actual sweet smell.

They both spend the rest of the festival ignoring their longing hearts, both disappointed that they can't have what they want.

What Yugyeom doesn't know, however, is that BamBam doesn't plan to give up. Not when he's receiving the same signals from him that he feels for the handsome Omega.

"So, have you found someone who. has piqued your interest?"

The king looks at him with curiosity as he turns back to his.

"No... not yet." He clears his throat uncomfortably and looks around unobtrusively, but also a little conspicuously for someone in particular. After a time, he sees him standing next to another cook and a knight.

"Father, who is responsible for your welfare again? Of the cooks here, who brings you the drink and food? I only ask because... I got a little thirsty and don't want to get up." He says laughing and pretending to be stuck up.

He secretly likes to help, but of course, he can't show that in front of his father.

The father looks around the room to his right and sees the cook standing against the wall not far away.

Unobtrusive to others, he raises his hand from the armrest of the expensive wooden chair and points briefly at the cook with his index finger.

"The black-haired cook standing next to the knight."

"Good," he replies in response, raising his goblet as the cook looks straight at him. A kind of impatience and anticipation flows through his body.

When Yugyeom notices the prince looking at him and raising the goblet with his hand, he bites his lower lip and briefly apologises to Jungkook and Jimin, who nodded at him with a smile.

With a racing heart, he walks carefully to the latter and bows deeply to him.

"What can I-I bring for you, your h-highness?" he stutters awkwardly, squinting his eyes tightly once.

"Fill my goblet with wine, please," he says in a monotone voice, as best he can. Since he is surrounded by nobles and as the king is sitting right next to him, it would be inappropriate to see him talking to a cook. Feeling his near is enough to start with.

"Y-yes." He does so as quickly as he can, bowing at the end before wanting to get away from him quickly.

"H-here." He turns and adjusts himself to get away from that beautiful smell again.

He stops in his tracks when he feels something soft brushing his wrist. The Omega brushes it off as nothing and decides to proceed walking away. But to his surprise, this time something soft grazes his hand.

Confused, he looks down at his hand where he can just see a hand wrap around his. To say his heart doesn't leap out of his chest when he looks into its owner's eyes would be a lie.

What takes him back, even more, is the sparkle in his eyes and the electrifying feeling that he felt when their hands touched. He is almost certain that the Alpha must have felt it too.

There's no point in denying what they feel around each other anymore.

"Do you want anything else, your h-highness?" He looks down at his wrist, befuddled by the smell of the Alpha, and then back into the dark brown eyes of his counterpart.

But everything has to end sometime and so Yugyeom excuses himself and involuntarily pulls his hand from the prince's grip before anyone notices what is between them.

Instead of answering, he caresses his fingertips over the back of his hand as if saying, It will be all right. Stay here for a moment.

Yugyeom's wolf wags its tail at the attention it gets from the Alpha.

Heart racing, he slowly backs away, paying no attention to his surroundings. His face must look like a tomato and he must be smiling a little.

Did I dream for a moment with my eyes open or did the prince really caress my hand? I... yah heart! I want to live on and you, my wolf, don't wag your tail like that .

"Cook," someone suddenly grabs him firmly by the arm. "Pour me some more wine, will you?"

Yugyeom's breath catches in his throat.

One of the nobles, who was introduced earlier as a prince, has his hand around his arm. He blinks and stands rooted to the spot, being slightly overwhelmed.

This, however, does not seem to satisfy the man and he pulls the poor Omega closer to him by the arm.

Only then does Yugyeom notice the smell of alcohol clinging to him and how drunk he really is.

"I-I beg you-" he is interrupted as he is suddenly pushed to the floor by him. He whimpers painfully and looks up at him holding his arm.

"You blighter! I just want more wine. What don't you understand about that? I'm not a person who likes to wait," this drunken and anxious man shouts, looking at Yugyeom on the floor before slowly picking himself up and bowing deeply.

"Of course. I-I'm sorry."

He's only in charge of the king and the prince, but he doesn't want to mess with a drunken man as this could backfire mightily-

"Lord Seomun, this is not your cook and I will not tolerate such treatment towards our cooks," a deep voice suddenly says; so low it almost sounds like a growl.

"Pshttt... If I may, go and do your own duties. You cannot order me what I may or may not do," he slurs the words.

Due to the alcohol consumption, he still hasn't looked up and realised, who he is really talking to.

"I told the cook to do something, so why isn't he doing it?"

His words become more aggressive, even as the prince's hand reaches out.

Judging by the expression on the prince's face, he has clearly had enough of this. "Lord Seomun. Do you know who is standing in front of you right now?"

He watches the proceedings with wide eyes, not quite knowing what to say. The prince is defending him. Him, the cook. A cheap temp.

"P-prince..." he breathes but is immediately interrupted.

"Shut up! I don't care who you are! I want my alcohol," he continues slurring, which immediately silences Yugyeom.

"You're welcome to have that on your journey home. Guards!" He shouts over the orchestra music. Who does he think he is? First getting drunk, then hitting on one of the cooks, and finally having no respect for the prince.

Not with him.

"Father!" A high-pitched female voice suddenly says, completely horrified at what is happening right in front of her.

"Min Jee..."

"Excuse me, your highness. May I know what he has done?"

"Certainly. He is drunk, shouted at one of the cooks, and showed me no respect. Furthermore, he has disobeyed my orders." The princess shudders at the somber look the prince gives her.

"He rather belongs in the dungeon for a few nights, but since it's Valentine's Day, he gets off with a warning. I'll let him leave."

"I'm... I'm terribly sorry." Yugyeom bows, narrowing his eyes. "If I had done this right away, none of this would have happened."

"No," BamBam says, turning around to where the beautiful but shy Omega is standing, "it is not for you to apologise. You have done nothing wrong. You were told to serve only the king and me for today, no one else."

He can't believe how someone can take it upon themselves to apologise for something the other person should have apologised for.

Yugyeom is at a loss for words. He can't help but smile properly at the prince for the first time and bow twice in a row.

"Thank you so much, Prince BamBam."

For the first time, a genuine smile forms on the prince's lips. It makes Yugyeom blush and gives him a funny feeling in his stomach.

BamBam doesn't know why, but he feels an urgent need to reach out and feel the pink cheeks and the skin under his fingers.

When everything has cleared and the princess has left the throne room with her father to get into her carriage and go to her place, it is only Yugyeom and BamBam who are left facing each other.

"So..." clearing his throat, he looks at the prince again with gratitude and a small smile.

"Thank you very much indeed! I'll be going back then, Your Highness." He bows again and turns around with reddened cheeks.

You did it! You didn't stutter.

BamBam feels like he's on top of the world... that's how damn cute he is. What he wouldn't give for the Omega to be noble for tonight, just to be able to dance with him and feel him.

Somehow he has to manage to convince his father that he wants no one else but him and that the gorgeous man he still doesn't know the name of, would be his perfect partner. They both can feel it deep in their hearts.

The banquet ends a little later when the king leaves for his chamber after all the guests have been seen off.

-

"Father, may I enter?" BamBam knocks on the door of his chamber, "I have something on my mind."

"Enter and tell me what is troubling you."

With determined steps, he steps out to the bed and swallows hard.

"Father... Love exists between two people who love each other. Love is something that cannot be forced and it doesn't need any preconditions. These were the words mother had always said. Do you agree with her words?" He inquires.

The king pauses in his steps and looks at his son, puzzled.

"Son... why the... sudden question? Have you found your princess or prince?" His eyes sparkle.

"What if it's neither a princess nor a prince yet?" he bites his inner cheek in exasperation.

What will he say?

The older man draws his eyebrows together and opens his mouth, only to close it again.

After what feels like a minute's silence, he seems to find his words again.

"Neither? I'm afraid I don't quite understand you."

"It- father. What if I did not want a noble? What if... my mate is not such a person?" He sits down nervously beside his father and takes his hand.

"I think I've fallen in love, father. I don't know his name, but his smile, his scent, his eyes.... just everything about him. I like it."

He sighs awkwardly. Actually, he would have liked him to pick someone noble, but how can he say no when his son seems to have fallen for someone.

He hasn't seen his son smile like this, let alone happy, in a long time. Even if this person is not noble, but still be the right one. It will be possible to teach him the basics of being a king.

He has realised that it is more important for him to see his son happy with the right person by his side, rather than someone he can't stand and was forced to marry.

"So? What do you say?" He asks nervously, unconsciously squeezing his hands tighter.

"I- my son. I never really realised what was going on inside you. I only thought about Silla and never paid any attention to my own son. I am terribly sorry. I want to wish you and this... man all the best to you."

"You have my blessing," he continues. "But please take me to him and perhaps right now. I would like to meet your future mate as soon as possible."

BamBam can't help but beam at his father's words.

"Gladly. I suppose they are still in the kitchen. It's not too late yet."

"Oh?" The king raises his eyebrows. Does that mean...? "Is he a cook?"

"Indeed." He smiles at the thought of him.

"Come. Otherwise, they'll be done with everything and you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"Oh, my boy. That wouldn't be too much of a problem for me. I think you'd be more likely to pout like a baby for ages." His father laughs and stands up with BamBam's help.

Grinning, the latter rolls his eyes and walks with him towards the kitchen.

"You know him already. He is very shy. I hope he likes me as much as I like him."

The older of the two smirks as they walk down the halls. "To be so young and in love... Unfortunately, this is usually not the case with heirs to the throne. They are simply married off, not given a choice. I met your mother that way too. But in time I learned to love her and she, me back. You're lucky I'm giving you such a chance. No one asked me back then whether I wanted to marry your mother or not."

BamBam nudges him with his shoulder, "Oh, father but surely I am. Right at this moment, I couldn't be more delighted."

"Oh, we're here," BamBam remarks as they open the door to the kitchen.

Promptly, all heads snap up towards the door.

"Your majesty and... Prince BamBam! What are you doing here? Well... not that it's bad to see you here." the chef bows to them, smiling nervously.

"I want to see someone."

"Me too. We're looking for a black-haired, good-smelling-" clearing his throat, he runs a hand through his hair.

"I mean little Omega, who hasn't worked here for long."

Jimin moves from Jungkook's side and steps closer before bowing politely.

"Are you looking for my best friend? Yugyeom?"

Yugyeom... a beautiful name.

"If that's his name... yes, I think so."

"He should be coming any minute-"

Just then Yugyeom bursts into the kitchen from the back entrance, smiling, not seeing the two for the moment.

"What's going on here? Why-" suddenly he notices an all-too-familiar smell, which is why he turns and looks straight into the prince's eyes. He squeaks softly in panic and looks questioningly and also somewhat helplessly at Jimin.

"So... the king and prince BamBam wanted to see you."

"M-me?"

"Yes, you." BamBam smiles softly and steps closer to him in front of everyone in the room before placing his hand in his much larger one, stroking the back of his gentle hand up and down with his thumb.

"I would like to get to know you, Yugyeom . Would that be possible?"

"M-me? You would like to get to know me? I- yes," Embarrassed, he looks at her hands, smiling.

"I'd love to, my prince," he mumbles.

"I'm glad to hear that," he smiles broadly back.

So he meant that cook.

Analysing his face again, the king has to smile slightly when he saw his son's happy face.

"Now if that's settled, I'll wish you all a good night." The prince bows to the cooks, which they all follow in shock. He pulls Yugyeom with him, causing little Omega's eyes to widen in surprise.

"Please wait! My prince- Why are you pulling me along? I s-sleep there." He bites his lip.

The prince looks briefly behind and cannot help smiling. "Not today, my prince."

"P-Prince?" the Omega stutters awkwardly. "But your highness..."

"Hmm?" Hums the Alpha standing in front of him. "You are my little prince. From the second you walked in on me, I had no intention of letting you go."

The Omega's cheeks, no, the Omega's whole face is as red as a tomato. He can't believe that the prince- prince BamBam feels the same as he does.

"I don't know what to s-say." He looks down smiling sheepishly, not noticing the Alpha stepping even closer to him.

"You're really very sweet," he whispers in his ear, which makes the Omega flinch slightly.

The Alpha brushes some hair behind his ear and takes him by the hand again. He leads him to his chamber as they say goodbye to the king.

"Sit down. Preferably on my bed." He breathes.

The Omega nods silently and does so. It is easy to notice in his scent that he is nervous because his actual sweet scent smells a little like rain.

BamBam, who of course notices this as soon as he comes out of the bathroom, lets out soothing pheromones and sits down next to him, smiling.

"I want to be honest with you," he inhales deeply, taking in the other's lovely scent. BamBam takes the other's hand in his again and caresses his hand with such care.

"As you know, it is Valentine's Day and I was supposed to choose one of the nobles as my future partner. I didn't want any of this because I didn't feel ready. Even last year, I was able to bypass all this. But this year... my father's condition changed, so I gave in and thought I had to marry someone I hardly knew or liked... and then I met you. From the first second, I knew I didn't want anyone else but you. My Alpha likes you and so do I."

"P-prince- I-" His eyes widen and nodding, he sits closer to him a little shyly.

"It really doesn't bother you that I'm a poor cook?" he breathes, his eyes watering. He is overwhelmed. Never has he felt so great.

"Does the king allow it? M-may I b-be your mate?"

Yugyeom is not stupid. He knows what it means to mate with a prince. Even more so with an heir to the throne. He doesn't know the first thing about leading a kingdom or how to behave like a king. But if that's what it takes for them to be together, then he's willing to do so.

Because innerly he knows that if he doesn't grab this chance, it would tear them both to pieces and he would regret that decision for a lifetime.

From the first moment, he could tell that something was different. His wolf immediately howled with joy and was attracted to the other, which made Yugyeom realise how special the other must be.

He had always wanted a mate. Good-natured, gentle and patient. He never thought this would become a reality. It still seems like a dream to him.

BamBam smiles, "My father... It took a little while to change his mind, but he agreed. He said he wants to see me happy and that I am sure you are the one for me."

Yugyeom could cry. Why is the Alpha so sweet to him? He always thought he was nothing special.

He couldn't take it anymore and falls happily around his neck. His tears bounce off the prince's skin.

"I- I will strive to learn everything perfectly as soon as possible that one must be able to do as a prince. I don't want to disappoint you."

He soothes himself in his arms after a while.

"I love your smell."

BamBam, frozen by the sudden gesture and his racing heart in his chest, slowly straightened up. "Just call me BamBam."

"What?" Yugyeom leans back to look him in the eyes.

The Alpha just shrugs his shoulders in response and wipes the tears from his cheeks. "I don't want to talk to my future spouse so formally."

Nodding, he leans more on his hand.

"Okay, BamBam ," he kisses his finger and looks into his eyes with a smile, making BamBam beam more.

"Thank you for choosing me. My heart ached when I saw you dancing with another man."

The prince sighs with a heavy heart. "I saw the look on your face. I wanted nothing more than to dance with you and hold you in my arms."

His gaze then moves to his hand, still resting on Yugyeom's cheek. Suddenly, an idea comes to him.

"May I have this dance?" He finds himself standing in front of Yugyeom with one hand behind his back and the other outstretched, who can't seem to get his mouth closed.

"B-but- I can't dance that well..." he laughs sheepishly, but still accepts his hand, whereupon he is also pulled to his feet by him.

"That doesn't matter. Didn't you say you learn everything? And who is a better teacher than your future consort?" he grins.

"True..." he says cheekily as he blushes at the hand the Alpha places on his hip. Meanwhile, his hand finds its way to BamBam's shoulder, gripping it in a firm but gentle grip. Then their eyes meet and it seems as if they cannot let go of each other, as if they are in some kind of trance.

Every inch of their bodies is on fire as soon as they move across the room in the moonlight shining in its glory through the windows and giving the whole thing a romantic atmosphere. Their hearts beat simultaneously fast in the same rhythm.

Swallowing, Yugyeom slowly moves back and forth, honestly not knowing if he is doing it right.

"You have really beautiful eyes, BamBam..." he breathes close to his lips.

"So do you," BamBam says softly, making Yugyeom's heart beat faster in his chest at the compliment.

BamBam's gaze falls to Yugyeom's lips for a split moment before returning to his eyes and he feels a tingling sensation as the hair on the back of his neck stands up.

BamBam takes a moment to watch the other's expression, looking for traces of discomfort, but when he can find none, he leans closer as well.

"May I, my little prince?" BamBam whispers and Yugyeom feels a warmth settle around his heart.

"Yes," he answers impatiently, waiting for the other to close the gap between their lips- which he does. Their lips touching for only a second before BamBam pulls him closer and presses his lips more firmly to his.

A shaky breath leaves Yugyeom's lips as he adjusts his position and wraps both hands around BamBam's neck, causing him to first tense and then his fingers immediately dig deeper into Yugyeom's waist.

He gasps softly and tilts his head back to give BamBam more access.

This offer is gladly accepted by BamBam, which is why he licks teasingly at Yugyeom's lower lip with his tongue for a moment, making him blush. He stops when he hears the little whimper from him, which is why he lets go of him completely and looks at him, grinning, raising his brow.

"Are you that impatient?"

Just that one question makes Yugyeom blush more, but he still doesn't let on too much. This is why he grabs BamBam's collar and grins at him the same way.

"Am I not allowed to do that, my prince? Aren't you the same?"

You have no idea.

"Hmm... I am." He answers quickly and dives back into a kiss that soon becomes more passionate and hot.

Yugyeom notices how he automatically walks backwards and not long after is caught between a wall and BamBam. He feels BamBam's fingers moving up and down his back and sparks running down his spine.

At that moment he wishes he could feel the fingers directly on his skin instead of with a layer of fabric between them.

Just as he is about to bury his fingers in BamBam's hair, he leans back, and Yugyeom's heart grows heavy at what the other says next.

"We should stop."

BamBam studies Yugyeom's expression and sighs before resting his face on his neck, "It's just... I haven't even courted you."

Yugyeom wants to snort. "Don't you think it's a little late for that? Besides," he exhales, "It's not necessary. I don't want anyone else but you."

"So-" Yugyeom suddenly stops talking and wanders his index finger over BamBam's hard chest until it stops a little above his trousers.

"...What do you say, we finally get back to it?" He breathes in his ear. His heart is racing madly in his chest, but his Omega, as well as himself, want to finally feel their Alpha.

"Damn," BamBam swallows hard as he looks into Yugeom's eyes and sees them darken. "You're driving me crazy. I didn't think you were this daring."

He presses their lips together tightly and pushes his tongue against Yugyeom's lips, inviting them to open. Yugyeom opens his mouth and feels adrenaline pulsing through his veins at the same time.

Even though he doesn't know how a tongue kiss works, he hardly lets on and does the same to BamBam as he slides his tongue over the seam of his lips. They both feel so much at once and yet want more; feeling so greedy and hungry.

Yugyeom runs a hand through his hair and is forced to moan slightly by this passionate kiss, making him blush even more.

When they both run out of air, BamBam's lips move to his neck, which he lavishes with tender kisses for the time being. This doesn't last long, though, because he has found that certain spot that Yugyeom almost dropped to the floor. That's how sensitive he is there.

Grinning, the prince sucks in that spot and continues, befuddled by the intense smell of him.

"Bam- ngh- I'm about to fall..." He presses out breathing heavily.

When BamBam hears this, he immediately smirks. Almost automatically, he lowers his hand, over his round butt and down until they finally land on his thigh.

"Hold on, Love," BamBam says softly, lifting Yugyeom and carrying him to the bed, their middles touching and prompting a moan. Arriving at the bed, he gently lays him on top before crawling over him, his lips finding the other's again.

BamBam's kisses grow rougher by the second, his desire for the Omega beneath him growing the more he tastes those sweet lips. The moans that follow from the Omega as BamBam presses his body against Yugyeom's, rocking and rubbing his hips slowly against his already fully throbbing erection, is like music to his ears.

"Hmm," the Omega moans against BamBam's lips, returning the kiss with the same intensity as the Alpha's. Burying his hands in the other's dark hair, Yugyeom presses him closer so their middles touch again.

Slowly, BamBam slides his hand down the younger man's body and stops right on his crotch, where he then gently massages it through his pants.

"B-BamBam... hm- I have something to tell you ngh-" he continues moaning sweetly. The prince is really very gentle with him, so he is very grateful.

"What is it baby~" he mumbles harshly in his ear and nibbles his earlobe lightly as he then wanders under his chef uniform with one hand and plays around a nipple with his index finger and thumb.

"It- ahh- It is my first time. I'm glad ngh- that you'll be my first..." He puts his head back in his neck with relish.

"I'm glad you trust me enough to be your first." BamBam places a quick kiss on his lips and sucks along his neck again. "You're my first too."

"Ngh-" Yugyeom throws his head back, biting his lower lip to stifle a groan.

"Let me hear you." BamBam growls against his neck as he notices this and catches a strong scent of slick, moving his lips further down until the hem of his clothing was in the way.

With a jerk, he sits up and helps Yugyeom out of the top. Still dazed by the beautiful feeling, Yugyeom reaches for BamBam's and does his best to do the same. However, he fails, so BamBam takes over the task for him.

Where should I put my hands?

Biting his lips, he puts his hands above his head, which makes him look all the more subordinate.

"You're driving me crazy~" BamBam laughs incredulously and wanders his one hand down to his crotch again. He massages it through Yugyeom's pants and elicits beautiful loud moans from him.

"Ah- t-take them off." He squints his eyes. Never has anything felt so beautiful but also painful.

BamBam looks at his face with a serious expression. "Are you sure?" He doesn't want Yugyeom to think he is being forced into this and has no choice. He puts Yugyeom and his welfare first. BamBam wants him either way. He can wait.

"Of course I am," he looks him in the eyes seriously, yet gently, and slowly strokes his tender cheek.

"I want this so much... It feels like I've been waiting for this my whole life," he chuckles a little.

"Will it hurt?" he asks a little hesitantly and in a low tone.

"It will, but I'll do my best to be as gentle as possible to you." With a silent nod that he gets from Yugyeom, he lets a hand disappear under the latter's trousers. Massaging lightly, BamBam makes it a point to show the others his feelings through his gestures.

He starts looking at the other's upper body and spreading tenderly feeling kisses as if he were following a map.

"I want to see you," he smirks at the exhausted expression on his Omega's face.

Dazed, he spreads others of his legs more apart and wraps his arms around BamBam's neck.

"Take me at last, Alpha. Let me feel you." he whimpers slightly, already looking pouty in his eyes.

The latter leans down to him and they share a long and intense kiss before he breaks away from it briefly as he places his member at Yugyeom's entrance and slowly inserts it.

Painfully he squints his eyes and clutches his shoulders tightly. His breathing quickens and he begins to whimper.

"Ngh- hurts a little w-" he gets little tears in his eyes.

He's so big.

"Promise you it'll get better." BamBam spreads kisses on his face and then his neck and chest as a distraction. "Tell me if it's too much for you. We can cuddle instead."

"No!" He shakes his head hastily.

"I can- You can- but slowly!" He bites his lower lip and tries to relax.

It's going to be alright. It's going to be alright.

The Alpha nods and kisses Yugyeom with a strong desire for more, this tightness not making it any easier for him.

The BamBam senses how much the Omega wants this too so he starts to make small movements. He lets his tongue wander over the seam of Yugyeom's lip.

But the latter opens his mouth with a loud moan. It looks like BamBam has found his certain spot faster than expected.

"Ngh- y-you can go faster, Alpha ," he puts his head back in his neck, which is why BamBam's lips are now sucking on his neck again.

It feels so good-

The Alpha speeds up, chuckling, and hits the Omega's prostate, hearing a loud moan. He looks so done already-

BamBam throws Yugyeom's leg over his back, making the angle better for them, and a heavenly shiver of pleasure overwhelms them both.

"Yugi," BamBam whispers, placing a kiss on his chest.

"Alpha-," he scratches along his back.

"Faster-," he pulls him down and stormily places his lips on his.

"I-I'll come."

BamBam speeds up his hips and hits Yugyeom's prostate with each thrust. It makes the Omega cry out.

"Me too," BamBam whimpers.

Yugyeom rolls his body under the Alpha again and again, so that the meeting of their bodies feels electrifying.

Yugyeom bends his legs more and moans loudly to show the Alpha how much he is enjoying it.

The Alpha rests his arms next to Yugyeom's head before giving it his all again, making them both roll their eyes back.

"I-I'm cumming," he presses out, moaning loudly as he comes between their torsos.

BamBam doesn't fare any differently as he pours himself inside him.

He presses his lips to him once more before pulling out of him and lying down beside him, hugging him from behind.

"Hmm..." Yugyeom hums as BamBam pulls him to his chest.

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A few months later

Three months after BamBam accepted Yugyeom as his future consort and mate, it didn't take long for word to spread around the kingdom.

Why shouldn't it? They both walked around the castle like two young lovers and BamBam didn't hold back much with affectionate gestures. He was desperate to show everyone who it was that had won his heart.

So one beautiful afternoon, they could no longer stand the tension between them and decided to mate. Since then, there is proof of their endless love on the back of their necks. A mate bite.

Yugyeom blushes as he looks out his window in thought and runs his fingers over BamBam's bite mark. Vaguely he remembers the glorious evening that robbed all his senses.

But he can't think about it for long because the door opens softly.

"Bam-" he immediately falls silent and, smiling slightly, bows to the person who has come in.

"What brings you here, your majesty?" He stands up straight again.

"Don't bow, my boy. After all, you are my son's mate." He smiles and sits down on the bed.

"Do sit down next to me. I have something to tell you." He becomes more serious and Yugyeom nods immediately before sitting down beside him with a somewhat anxious expression on his face.

"What happened?" He asks nervously.

"Don't worry. I want to talk to you about the day I first saw you. Do you remember?"

Nodding, he says it was in the kitchen.

"Exactly. I looked at you so intently and you know why? Because you look a lot like someone. Yumi..."

Isn't that...

"That's your mother's name, isn't it?" He takes his hands in his own.

"She died many years ago, when I was very young, but-"

"Shh. Calm down. I just wanted to tell you that I knew her. I can say she was like a best friend to me," he laughs at the thought.

"She was a great woman and I'm really grateful that I had gotten to meet her equally great son," he smiles affirmatively at the crying Omega.

"Please don't talk in past tense, your majesty. Just because today is the coronation of BamBam does not mean it is a reason to talk in past tense," his hand finds the king's and squeezes it gently.

Over the months in the castle, Yugyeom has spent many hours learning about the decorum of the upper class and what it means to stand next to a reigning king. But he and the king have also grown closer.

He has grown close to his heart and become something of a father figure and a good mentor, teaching him all sorts of things about all sorts of things.

Yugyeom now finally feels ready to rule with his mate by his side.

"I admire your attitude and I am sure you will make a great king alongside my son. You inherited that courage from your mother."

"Thank you." He smiles and gently wipes away his tears.

"We should get going now. Go back to your chambers and get ready. It's not long now until the coronation."

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"By the power vested in me and in the name of the kingdom, I hereby proclaim Prince BamBam, son of Yeongsik, King of Silla," the king's deep voice resounds through the hall.

Hundreds of people came to watch the coronation. Among these people, there is someone very special, someone, who could not be prouder to see his mate and consort on the throne. A dark red robe, the end laying on the floor and a magnificent crown on his head look resplendent on him.

Even though many had already heard or seen that BamBam had already found a consort, it was not announced publicly. They wanted to wait until after the coronation to do so, or so he thought.

"Kim Yugyeom," suddenly rings out in the hall and the cheering people fall abruptly silent.

Puzzled, he looks to the throne where he sees BamBam standing, who looks to him with a smile, "Please come to my side."

Nodding, he walks to him with a straight posture and a small smile, bowing deeply once as he stands beside him.

"I have something to announce," BamBam takes his hand in his own.

"As I am sure some have already picked up, I have already found a consort and mate. Kim Yugyeom." He squeezes his hand as their eyes meet with so much love in their eyes.

"I wish to express that from this day on forward, he will stand with me at my side as my consort and king. Please show him the same honour as for me," he finishes his sentence, looking out into the crowd of his people before his gaze returns to Yugyeom.

"Since a king also needs a crown, father, present it to him, please." Shocked by the new king's words, Yugyeom looks at him with wide eyes.

"BamBam," he whispers, still surprised as he receives the crown from him. Meanwhile, a tear runs down his cheek.

"I love you," BamBam whispers, stroking the back of Yugyeom's hand with his thumb.

The Omega, now king of Silla, quickly regains his composure and lovingly strokes his belly with a smile when no one is looking.

"I love you too," he whispers back.

...We love you too

After the coronation, they retreated to their chamber where they could hardly wait to embrace and scent each other thoroughly.

"BamBam..."

"Hmm?" He hums, pulling him closer as it allows him to breathe in more of his scent.

"I have something to tell you." He bites his lower lip, getting slightly nervous, which BamBam of course notices.

"I- What do you think about us not being two anymore?"

"What do you mean?" BamBam gives him a kiss on the forehead and looks at him with intense and confused eyes. He can't quite follow Yugyeom's words.

"Um... I-" Yugyeom now directs his gaze downwards and turns his head sideways to the left so that he can place a kiss on BamBam's hand.

He then takes it in his hand and slowly brings it down to his stomach.

Swallowing hard, he looks him in the eye and can't believe what he is trying to tell him.

"Is this your way of confessing to me that you?"

Nodding, Yugyeom approves his question and only gets more nervous, so he sits up.

"Don't you- want the baby? Aren't you happy?"

"What, of course, I'm happy!" He sits up in alarm as he notices tears in his mate's eyes.

"I-I'm just overwhelmed! But not in a bad way, honey. Come here," sniffling, Yugyeom crawls to him and snuggles against his chest.

"I'm looking forward to seeing our pup. I bet it will have your cute pout," he quips, which makes Yugyeom giggle.

And so they snuggle off to sleep, dreaming about their little family that will grow in the near future.

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