Of dresses!
Title: Of dresses
Fandom/Pairing: Hinted Shihan and ... a hidden surprise!
Rating: G
Genre: AU, crack.
Length: Drabble (496 words)
Author: Melody (fluentinpoison)
Summary: >__> uhm.... Geng doesn't like wearing dresses.
Notes: WRITTEN AT THREE IN THE MORNING WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA.
Dedicated to: This is all molly_hime's fault.
Absolutely everyone knew that Hankyung wasn't the princessy type. He didn't wear dresses (okay, the main reason for that was how badly they fit him and his lack of figure, he could admit that much), he couldn't pull off makeup, he refused to do embroidery.
Damnit, the kingdom had already gotten its princess the moment annoying Jungsu had been born (unluckily, before himself).
Jungsu was A GIRL trapped in a sack of bone covered by skin (a male sack of bones).
And yet, Hankyung was considered the odd one out.
"Why can't you be more like your sis- I mean, brother?" his mother asked him one day, when they were sitting in the garden with their tea.
Hankyung just stared rudely at her for a moment, and then pointed at his 'brother' and said in his infamous broken Korean: "I refuse to talk to animals, mother."
They both looked over to where the, ahem, prince was twirling around in he- his blue dress, giggling and being chased by a lovestruck (albeit grumpy) raccoon. He stopped every few steps to pick a flower to his already huge bouquet.
Silence ensued, in which the queen sighed and tried to stop herself from smiling. "Oh well. I for one think you'd look marvellous in a dress, Hankyung." she finally said, and the prince groaned inwardly. He knew what that meant.
The morning before one of the big social events of the year, a ball considered Very Important by any measures, he found himself cornered by both his older brother and his childhood friend Heechul, the latter looking Very smug. Hankyung feared for his life when he was faced with the ribbons and petticoats.
The cross-dressing-brigade was not to play with.
Ten minutes later the phrase 'fuck my life' was invented. Heechul's response was "Shut up or I will use blue eye shadow. Deep blue."
Siwon choked on his drink when Hankyung sided up next to him at the ball, not at all gracefully since heels obviously weren't his thing either. The makeup made him look several shades whiter, and the wig, oh god, THE WIG. He'd rip it off and burn it, but he knew better, considering who had put it on his head and hissed at him that he BETTER keep it on considering how much powder that thing needed.
"Not. A. Word." he bit out and forced a smile when some distant acquaintance passed them.
Siwon only laughed and grabbed Hankyung's hand instead. "Let's go, princess."
"Don't you DARE even try to make me wear a dress when we get married." Hankyung threatened.
Siwon chuckled and kissed his hand, ever the gentleman. "Believe me, dear, God has had enough of you in a dress tonight, I think he'll be able to pass."
And after that, when Hankyung became king, he made a law that prohibited any usage of dresses in the castle. Ever.
Jungsu cried into the fur of his tame raccoon when the news came out.
Fandom/Pairing: Hinted Shihan and ... a hidden surprise!
Rating: G
Genre: AU, crack.
Length: Drabble (496 words)
Author: Melody (fluentinpoison)
Summary: >__> uhm.... Geng doesn't like wearing dresses.
Notes: WRITTEN AT THREE IN THE MORNING WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA.
Dedicated to: This is all molly_hime's fault.
Absolutely everyone knew that Hankyung wasn't the princessy type. He didn't wear dresses (okay, the main reason for that was how badly they fit him and his lack of figure, he could admit that much), he couldn't pull off makeup, he refused to do embroidery.
Damnit, the kingdom had already gotten its princess the moment annoying Jungsu had been born (unluckily, before himself).
Jungsu was A GIRL trapped in a sack of bone covered by skin (a male sack of bones).
And yet, Hankyung was considered the odd one out.
"Why can't you be more like your sis- I mean, brother?" his mother asked him one day, when they were sitting in the garden with their tea.
Hankyung just stared rudely at her for a moment, and then pointed at his 'brother' and said in his infamous broken Korean: "I refuse to talk to animals, mother."
They both looked over to where the, ahem, prince was twirling around in he- his blue dress, giggling and being chased by a lovestruck (albeit grumpy) raccoon. He stopped every few steps to pick a flower to his already huge bouquet.
Silence ensued, in which the queen sighed and tried to stop herself from smiling. "Oh well. I for one think you'd look marvellous in a dress, Hankyung." she finally said, and the prince groaned inwardly. He knew what that meant.
The morning before one of the big social events of the year, a ball considered Very Important by any measures, he found himself cornered by both his older brother and his childhood friend Heechul, the latter looking Very smug. Hankyung feared for his life when he was faced with the ribbons and petticoats.
The cross-dressing-brigade was not to play with.
Ten minutes later the phrase 'fuck my life' was invented. Heechul's response was "Shut up or I will use blue eye shadow. Deep blue."
Siwon choked on his drink when Hankyung sided up next to him at the ball, not at all gracefully since heels obviously weren't his thing either. The makeup made him look several shades whiter, and the wig, oh god, THE WIG. He'd rip it off and burn it, but he knew better, considering who had put it on his head and hissed at him that he BETTER keep it on considering how much powder that thing needed.
"Not. A. Word." he bit out and forced a smile when some distant acquaintance passed them.
Siwon only laughed and grabbed Hankyung's hand instead. "Let's go, princess."
"Don't you DARE even try to make me wear a dress when we get married." Hankyung threatened.
Siwon chuckled and kissed his hand, ever the gentleman. "Believe me, dear, God has had enough of you in a dress tonight, I think he'll be able to pass."
And after that, when Hankyung became king, he made a law that prohibited any usage of dresses in the castle. Ever.
Jungsu cried into the fur of his tame raccoon when the news came out.