Tension

WARNING: Almost lemon. but not quite.

note: edited


"Seriously, you two! What have you done this time?!" Yun nagged at the two teenagers covered in dirt. "Is this some weird habit of yours? falling off of cliffs?!"

"I tripped" the red head princess mumbled, hiding her embarrassment.

"I saved her life" The beast beside her claimed, flattering himself as he peered at her with his teasing eyes.

"My life didn't need saving" Turning her head sharply to the side, avoiding his gaze.

"we fell 15 feet" He retorted sarcastically. "falling 5 feet would have been enough to get your clumsy ass dead"

The two had been at each other's throat the past few weeks now. Bickering more than ever.

"Then I wasn't actually saved was, I?" She turned to face him as she meant to send daggers with her glare. But her mighty resolve crumbled down as she was taken aback as her eyes met his. She couldn't look away.

Then she felt it again. The sudden abnormal pounding of her heart. An alternate surge of cold and hot rush inside her in the most pleasurable way. It was scaring her.

"You would be if you weren't that heavy." Hak was the first one to immediately pull away "...I'm actually surprised that branch was able to even hold your weight for more than 5 seconds."

It took a few seconds for Yona to register what he just said. When she realized, she grabbed him by the collar, ready to pound his face to oblivion.

"Listen, you - -"

"ENOUGH!" The bishounen roared. "Yona. You are the princess. You'll be the Queen in the near future and yet you're acting like this!" He scolded her, hands on the sides his hip. He shifted to look at the raven-haired lad, pointed at him and continued, "And you, Sir ex-ex-general-slash-bodyguard-sir, is it not your duty in the first place to keep the princess from harm? And you shouldn't talk to the princess like that. You'll set up a bad example."

"You're one to talk. You're scolding the soon-to-be-queen"

"I am the handsome royal advisor. I'm allowed to do that." He paused and flipped his hair, bathing in his own glory. "Do any of you have injuries?"

"I'm completely fine. I don't know about this monster here"

Hak shot her a glare "I've got some minor cuts and bruises. Can't help it. I cushioned the fall of an ungrateful red haired elephant."

"Shut up, you- -"

"Both of you! go clean yourselves up. It'll be evening soon and I can't skip my beauty regimen"


He grumpily made his way to his room and shut himself in. He released a huge sigh as if he's been holding his breath the whole time. His fingers and toes felt cold but he felt feverish and his chest was heavy. All this self control is finally taking a physical toll on him, he thought.

He proceeded to the bathroom where he stripped himself off the muddy clothes and started washing himself. He hissed as the cold water made contact with his skin and he felt a few stinging here and there.

Stupid stupid stupid.

He could've avoided this situation, actually. He was strong enough to pull her up from the edge of that cliff. God knows why he didn't.

A slowly made its way to his lips as the scene flashes back to him.

He remembered seeing her near the cliff, admiring the view before her. He remembered knowing that there's an unstable patch of ground near that cliff. He remembered running towards her even before the ground beneath her collapsed.

He remembered her face. How she looked so clueless as if she didn't know what was happening until they hit the ground.

He remembered how she looked guilty as hell and how her eyes were wet, brimmed with worry.

He remembered the feeling of her palms on his cheeks, and how she didn't realize close her face was to his.

"Hak, are you okay? Hak? ne, Hak!"

He remembered grabbing her wrists.

He remembered restraining himself from pinning her down.

"I'm okay, princess. What about you? are you hurt anywhere?"

"No, I'm fine"

"Then, as much as I'd love to stay in this intimate position with you, you are really crushing me to death"

He remembered watching her face turn different shades of pink and red as he anticipated what's coming next. A whack in the head.

He remembered mentally cursing himself, cursing the damned cliff, the heavens and everything else.

He took a deep breath as he tried to control the abnormal pounding of his heart.

After he's showered and tended to some small cuts he got from the fall, he spent the rest of the night patrolling the castle grounds, trained for half an hour before retiring back to his room. This was the usual routine since they got back at the castle.

Aside from his and Yona's tensed interactions, It's been pretty boring, actually. He missed the casual talks, the small fights and the different troubles the gang got into when they were living outside the castle. He missed sleeping inside tents, going from one place to another. Lying on the hard ground, rolled fabrics and clothes as pillows. But most of all, he missed her.

Their small intimate talks, the few chances he had to hold her, kiss her every once in a while. The comforting thought that they were getting closer each day.

Being in the castle has now meant distance. Frustrating, yes, but then again it might be a good thing. If not for the awkwardness and distance, he might have already pounced on her. Maybe he just needed more time to get used to this. Maybe after a while, they'll just be like they were before. A princess and a body guard. And maybe that's for the better.

The thought, although made for comfort, just did the opposite.

He broke away from his thoughts as he heard a knock on the door.


"Can we talk?" She whispered after knocking on his door.

She stood there for seconds, waiting for a reply but got none.

Maybe he's asleep. Of course he would be. It's the middle of the night. Baka.

"Stupid, lazy ass, sleeping bastard." She mumbled. She was about to leave when the door opened. Upon seeing him, she immediately felt her blood rush up to her face. He just got out of bath. He was wearing his robes but loosely, exposing too much of his chest.

"Excuse me?" The stupid lazy ass sleeping bastard glared at her

She realized, she was gawking at him. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Hak looked around both ends of the hall before pulling her inside the unlit room.

"Coming in the middle of the night to a man's room. What do you think you're doing?"

"H-Hak..." Now that she can see it closer, she saw them. The minor cuts and bruises he got from the fall.

"If anyone sees you, we'll both be in trouble.."

"I wanted to see you." She blurted out.

He blinked several times to confirm he's awake and he actually heard what he thought he heard.

She was looking straight at him. Her face remained blush-stained, but eyes composed and certain. However, that composure didn't last long and she took back what she said "I mean, I wanted to talk to you"

It's like she was provoking him. She was a bunny and he was a bear, and she's offering herself to him. It was like she was holding cards, signage, placards signaling him to attack her. It was maddening. He raked his scalp from front to back, trying to get a hold of himself.

"I wanted to thank you for saving me earlier and I'm sorry I was ungrateful. Normally I wouldn't have been like that. But recently I've... I mean you're... I mean w-we..."

She continued to blabber and nothing was making sense to him. All he knows right now are her purple eyes in the dark, He knows about her blush-stained cheeks and nose, her sweet scent invading his room and his senses, her lips moving as she stammered unnecessary things, He knows her fingers fidgeting as she tries to find more words,... and he knows that he wanted her. He knows that this is dangerous. That he shouldn't have let her inside his room.

"...things are different." He snapped from his thoughts and realized she's finished speaking.

"different?" he probed to make it look like he was listening. He moved closer to her.

"yes. strange."

"who's strange?"

"YOU'RE STRANGE. Look, I came to say thank you and sorry. Why can't you just be normal and accept my apology!?"

"Why are you are you always so angry?"

"Because you're making me angry! Why do you have to make everything so difficult?"

"I make things difficult?" he raised a brow.

"I'm trying to make this easy as possible. Just welcome my thanks and accept my apology already!" She took a step forward to try to exert her dominance.

"Alright. You're welcome, and I accept your apology." He accepted the challenge and stepped closer to her. She was less than an arm's length from him. Neither of them looking away from each other. Her head tilted upwards, to compensate with his height. Both are becoming more aware of each other's movements, breathing and proximity. Both also at the limits of their self control. The tension between them was driving them both mad.

I could just kiss her right now. He stared down at her.

She doesn't know what to do now. She could feel it again, and she thinks she'd just lost to it and it's taking over. She needed to get out of here. Before she completely loses it and grab him by the collar and ... do stuff

"I'm going back to my room now." she said, still not budging an inch.

"Goodnight." he replied, eyes still locked on hers.

"Goodnight." She still hasn't moved away

In a split second, both knew it was game over.

He crashed his lips against hers. His hands snaked around her tiny waist, wrapping her in a rough embrace as he pushed her against the nearest wall, earning a moan of pleasure from her.

She herself had surrendered, abandoning all reasons. She clutched at his robe, pulling him closer. He let out a deep groan as the action drove him down way past verge of sanity.

The kiss wasn't anything like before. It wasn't protective. It wasn't comforting. It wasn't tender. Not careful. Not innocent. It was different. It was angry, lewd, it was purposeful. He was claiming her then and there.

Eventually, the two needed air. Hak unwillingly pulled away but kept their proximity. Both of them were panting, minds were blank haze. He started giving her slow butterfly kisses along her jawline.

She let out a sigh of pleasure. She felt drunk. She wanted more. And it scared her.

What are we doing?

He's Hak.
He was her bodyguard. The General.

Her bestfriend.

He was more than that to her. He's...

...kissing her all over, apparently.

Was she allowed to do this? to feel this?

Was it okay if she wanted more?

She meant to call his attention but ended up moaning his name when he reached a sensitive spot just below her ear. She clamped her mouth with her hands, face red from embarrassment. She can feel him smirk against the skin of her neck. He kissed the same spot one more time. She whimpered quietly, obviously resisting to moan.

He raised his head to face her, his devilish trademark smirk plastered on his face.

"Stubborn as always" He whispered, eyes fixed on hers. He gently took her wrists pulling them away from her mouth.

"You shouldn't talk to me like that"

He inched closer to her and whispered,

"I'm doing a lot of things I shouldn't be doing." His voice was lower, thicker - in a way that made her feel feverish.

She couldn't look away from him. Again, she couldn't move. The deep, piercing look on his eyes sent her heart racing. She felt nervous and... excited. She was going to lose control and it scared her.

"Hak..."

"I know. I'm sorry." He replied as if he'd seen everything in her eyes. The uncertainty, the hesitance... and the fear.

He let his forehead touch hers. With eyes shut, he concentrated on mustering up his self control back.

He pressed his lips against the bridge of her nose. His fingers made their way to her cheek. He ran his thumb along the outlines of her cheek as he pulled away to look her in the eyes again.

"I didn't know what I was doing. Forgive me." He started to move away from her. The distance made her feel lonely all of a sudden. She didn't understand it. And she was having none of it.

She pulled him back to her and tugged him back down to a kiss. His hands landed on the wall, entrapping her between him and the wall.

I shouldn't be doing this. She's the daughter of King Il. The King entrusted her to me. She's the princess. Soon to be quee- bit my lip. fuck it.

He growled as he kissed her back. His hands found their way to her thighs. She gasped when he suddenly lifted her up, carried her in his shoulder like a bag of sand. He ignored her protests and threw her on the bed. She sat up and continued to protest, only to be shut up by his lips on hers, pushing her down gently.


A/N: O_o

ok. This is my first time writing something as intense (indecent) as this. (Another first for me! cue the flowers!)

I do have a draft of the continuation of this but I am not sure if I should publish it. I mean ... hehe.. I'm embarrassed. Of course, rating will be changed afterwards if ever I do decide on publishing it.

I noticed how Hak is always either injured or dying in my stories xD. I don't have a grudge or anything, I swear. hahaha

Anyway, let me know what you think!