who's the king, who's the boss? // yoongi x hyunjin
rating: explicit
word count: 6.1k
summary:
“Oh highness,” honey dripped over the word, making it sweet, slippery, and insulting, “what’s wrong? Never had someone call you out on your bullshit before? Never had someone stand up to you? Is it…” He paused for effect. “Exciting? Do you like it?” Yoongi breathed out the final words softly, having moved further forwards until he was mere inches away from the most powerful man in the empire.
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Inspired by the Daechwita MV; Hyunjin is the cruel boy king, and Yoongi is brought before him having been arrested. What trouble could possibly result from Yoongi talking back to the bratty monarch who has never been told 'no'?
note: i started this fic… four fucking years ago. the daechwita mv and hyunjin having long blond hair happened fairly close together, and who was i to question the instantaneous mental image that particular combo produced?! unfortunately life happened, and the fic became doomed to be a wip forever. until! finally a burst of writing inspiration and the best beta reader a fic writer could ask for resulted in this little fantasy of mine finally getting to see the light of day.
it's bloody, it's rough, it's so far from safe or sane, and i had a lovely time. please thoroughly check the tags, and i hope you enjoy.
💜BTS is/in Art💜
Ah, to have a drink with Tae in Paris…
ART USED: Corner of a Café-Concert, Édouard Manet (1879)
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Édouard Manet (1832-1883) was a French modernist painter considered as one of the first 19th-century artists to paint modern life while also transitioning from Realism to Impressionism.
Watch a video about the piece:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXzR-hdSFUY
See more:
https://www.wikiart.org/en/edouard-manet
Someone, please help. I can't get 'Rover' out of my head. It plays when I wake up, as I drive to work, during meetings, while I'm on the phone, as I make dinner, right now as I sit on the toilet. Not only that, but the choreography is so visually clear and addictive that I must fight my body to not break out in dance. The song has taken over my life, I no longer have control. Please, save me.