It was all his fault. He was the one that made you angry. Everybody on campus knew that Baekhyun was yours. You dated the Flower Prince. It was on his Facebook: “In a serious relationship with (Y/N).” Yet, he insisted on liking and playfully commenting on any random girls’ Instagram. His boyish yet flirty attitude attracted all kinds of girls. From the maternal type to the bold, sexy kind.
You were shy. It would never cross your mind to do this. You endured everything because you loved him. You remembered the first time you’ve met. You were still in high school, and he chased after you. At that time, he was a flirt, and dated almost every girl at school. Only at college you allowed yourself to believe that his feelings for you were real.
He was childish, but he loved you. You two started dating seriously and his friends adored you. They said you brought out the best in him. You liked him since your school days, and you thought that he had changed. Almost two years passed without an incident, only the occasional social media comments that annoyed you.
But this time around was too much. Even Chanyeol, aka the Grand Prince, who usually stayed neutral, agreed with you. The King, Sehun, also thought his friend had crossed the line. And they helped you plot your revenge. You wouldn’t let Bacon off the hook this time. You’d fry his greasy ass for good.
Telling you he would be playing LOL all night and then posting a picture at a party, with a wench kissing his cheek and a flirty caption… It was his death sentence.
How immature could he be? Just because you had a big assignment due and didn’t want to spend the night with him. If he waited just a few nights and kept in his pants, this wouldn’t be happening. It didn’t even matter if he slept with her or not; everyone on campus thought so.
Such public humiliation deserved an equally grand comeback. Luckily for you, Chanyeol was organizing the biggest “Back to School” party on the first weekend. The theme was already set: from the 90’s and 00’s R&B and Hip Hop to today’s Kpop. The King would be dancing a special song that night. You three set the details: you wouldn’t speak to Baekhyun for the entire week and ignored his presence. Saturday night he would get what he deserved.
The week was unbearable. You were the laughing stock of all campus. Whispers and gossip followed your every step. But not when the other members of the Campus Royalty were around.
All the other eight boys disapproved of the Flower Prince’s behavior. It stained their image. They could be wild, fond of partying, some of them could be really promiscuous… But all of them treated everyone with respect. Specially the people they dated, in the past, present or future.
Their leader, Suho (The Emperor) walked you to your class every morning when he heard people were being mean to you. Sehun was a great friend, and you started talking more and more. You poured your heart out to him. He would go to your dorm and you two would chat all through the night.
The King was deliberately ignoring Baekhyun, cutting your former boyfriend’s popularity by 60%. He was spending most of his time with you, and you still couldn’t believe the most desirable man in your college was by your side.
You told yourself that the looks he gave you were pitiful ones. And the bumping in your chest when he was leaned on your shoulder was due to the stress of the whole situation.
The other boys also showed their support to you. Prince Kai invited you to lunch with his girlfriend frequently. Chanyeol, the campus DJ, played Beyoncé’s Lemonade persistently that week.
He told you that the Prime Minister (Minseok) and The Royal Joker (Jongdae) were targeting Baekhyun: the former would be especially rough on their martial arts training and the latter pranked the Flower Prince constantly.
Even the Dark and White Knights, Kyungsoo and Yixing, were spot on campus confronting people bad mouthing you. They were like a bunch of knights in shining armor, showing repentance in the name of their friend.
You were grateful to them, but you wanted blood. You’d slay Bakehyun’s throat for everyone to see. Either you’d be done for good, or he would come back to you with his tail between his legs.
Chanyeol told Suho about his plan. As their leader, he would have to give his approval. And after hearing your side of the story and watching the Flower Prince’s behavior, he agreed. It was past due time he was taught a lesson.
On the D day, The King took you to his favorite beauty salon. Sehun was lovely and introduced you to the owner, his personal friend. You got the VIP treatment.
By the beginning of the night, you looked like a magazine model, minus the Photoshop (and you were a bit curvier and shorter than a model). A very sensual bright red tube dress hugged your body, a pair of brand high heels on your feet and spot on makeup and hair.
The King was doing his hair and came out with a new color that definitely would be copied the next day. His outfit was elegant, yet casual. He looked at you and nodded in approval.
Despite being the youngest, Sehun was the most spoiled and stylish of all the University Royalty. He was loved by both men and women. Getting his blessing was something that every person on campus would dream of.
You followed the plan and arrived at their house one hour late. Suho had lured Baekhyun to their house, along with the girl he supposedly cheated you with.
Chanyeol assumed his usual spot as DJ. The place was crowded, being the first big party of the new semester. All the Princes were there, only the King was missing.
When he stepped inside with his hand around your waist everyone in the room stopped and stared. Sehun played his part well and acted as if you two going in together was the most common thing in the world.
You told yourself that you’d see him grip many girls’ waists like this. It wasn’t because you’re special or anything. It was an act. But why did you had to repeat that to yourself all the time?
Chanyeol put an R&B music as your background: R. Kelly - I’m A Flirt Remix ft. T.I., T-Pain. According to his plan you had to avoid looking at Baekhyun as much as you could. But you couldn’t help but glance at his direction when Sehun’s hand slid to your hips as he guided you inside.
Bakhyun’s jaw had dropped and the beer on his hand escaped his grip, splashing into the girl he was holding. You gave Sehun a side smile as she stormed out of the room. Suho was smiling to himself and sipping his drink.
As you made it to the dance floor, Sehun embraced you, placing both his hands on your hips. He whispered to your ear: “You’re doing great, love. I wish you could see his face. Are you ready for part two?”
You nodded and he winked at you. Then he placed a well-rehearsed kiss on the edge of your lips. He must have missed: the plan was to kiss your cheek.
It was the cue for Chanyeol to start his special playlist. You spent the night dancing really close to Sehun, slightly grinding onto him and he would politely kiss you from time to time. An alarm was sounding inside you: his kisses were more and more closer to your lips. Why was he changing the plan on his own?
Chanyeol was brilliant. He got some songs about getting over a cheat and inserted here and there. Sometimes he would even give a modern beat to old songs: Kandi - Don’t Think I’m Not, Blu Cantrell - Hit ‘Em Up Style (Oops!) and Justin Timberlake - What Goes Around…Comes Around, were some of them.
Then he would switch to more modern ones: Jordin Sparks - Double Tap and Beyoncé – Sorry. But the special performance was from a kpop song, one from some band called EXO – Artificial Love. The last one was a show by itself, everyone stopped to see the King dance.
And you were his special guest. Sehun was a natural dancer, it was his major after all. He would dance around you as you gently rolled your hips, like he instructed. His body rolls and shoulder sways getting uncontrollably heated with the upbeat music.
After that, Sehun grabbed your wrist and conducted you to his room, a fake (at least you thought) lustful look on his face. He knew Baekhyun would follow you two. The party kept going, but everyone stared at the scene. It could easily fit into a romantic drama. Or a bad fanfiction.
You got to Sehun’s room but he didn’t close the door. Instead, he stood in front of you, facing the corridor and the opened door. He waited for his hyung’s footsteps.
You had your back to Baekhyun when Sehun started the third and final part of Chanyeol’s plan. Pure jealousy. He snuck his hands around your waist, sliding them to your lower back. The plan was to hug you while his eyes were locked on Baekhyun, a clear signal of affront.
Then he did something that surprised you: he kissed you. He plastered his lips on your mouth. Before you could think or act, you heard Baekhyun yell: “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Sehun?”
Seconds later you felt a pair of hands yanking you backwards by your shoulders. The Flower Prince pushed you behind him, protecting you with his arms. You heard the noise of Baekhyun’s fist landing on Sehun’s face.
Despite being shorter than Sehun, he was older. And that meant a lot on that household.
You yelled and put yourself between the two, putting a hand on each chest, preventing a fight. You stood there as they faced each other menacingly. Your head switched between the two like you were watching a tennis match.
Sehun scoffed and wiped the blood off his lower lip with his thumb. “What do you think, hyung? Just because you threw her away, I can’t pick her up?” His sassy eyes scanned you.
Baekhyun’s face was on fire. You could sense he would explode again at any minute now. “I didn’t throw her away, Sehun! You’re the one seducing my girlfriend!” Things could go pretty bad. But Sehun was smart. He didn’t have that nickname for naught. He was still The King. He pretended to be bored.
“Why did you made such a childish move then, hyung? You thought nobody would pick up what you left behind? Other people aren’t stupid as you, you know?” he looking defiantly at his roommate, then at you.
“I made a mistake, okay? I never cheated!” Baekhyun turned his head towards you, saying at your direction: “I shouldn’t have lied and went out without telling you. And I shouldn’t have posted that picture. It’s just… I was frustrated and I wanted your attention.”
“Wait to go, hyung! Instead of talking to your girlfriend you decided a rouse would be effective. Well done!” Sehun said and slow clapped sarcastically. “Why are you with him, Y/N? Why can’t you see I could do so much more for you?”
Both you and Baekhyun looked at him, surprised. Sehun wasn’t the type to toy with emotions. If he were interested, he would say. He was straightforward: he would tell beforehand if he wanted something serious or just a booty call. This wasn’t part of the plan.
Baekhyun scoffed: “Isn’t this a dirty trick, Sehun? I knew you had feelings for Y/N, but isn’t messing with her heart at a time like this too much?”
You blinked, trying to absorb the overload of information that had just been poured onto you. You were still in between them, trying to keep them apart. You honestly didn’t know what to think about all of this.
“It’s not a trick! I sincerely have feelings for you, Y/N! If you were my girlfriend, you’d never have to go through this nonsense!” Sehun almost yelled, moving his arms frantically.
“This isn’t a duel, man!” Baekhyun was definitely yelling this time. “I agree, why don’t we let her choose?” Sehun said. Both men looked at you, expecting an answer. You were stuck between the Flower Prince and The King. You had some options ahead of you.
Your hands lost their grip, your arms waving heavily beside you. You sat down on Sehun’s bed and analyzed everything in your head. They stood up, patiently waiting for your answer.
Occasionally one would send an annoyed glare at the other. Seconds turned to minutes and you realized that more than fifteen minutes have passed.
After thinking about it carefully, you stood up and spoke for the first time that night. You had made your choice.

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