The Prince and the Assassin (Chapter 13)
Hey! sorry for the long wait again. I had the urge to write this morning, this morning meaning about 4am D: anyway, please enjoy. sorry again for the long wait.
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As the sun began to rise, it's vivid morning light casting shadows here and there with beauty and secrecy, life was just starting to flourish from inside the palace as servants began there daily duties.
The prince’s long servant and friend Chansung made his way up the never ending staircase, greeting fellow maids as they brushed through there daily cleaning.
Chansung was head of house, mostly just ordering people about - even the prince most times - even though he was one of the younger persons of the household. He had a good head on his shoulders, plus with his long friendship with the higher power, everyone was thankful there was someone to keep Nichkhun in line.
Chansung reached his designated floor, suddenly thinking about which room he should invade first of the 3 men currently in cloud 9.
Knowing Wooyoung had just arrived and probably would like time to adjust to the new surrounding he past the room stopping at Taecyeons door down a few corridors from Wooyoung’s room.
From what he knows Taek hadn't even been given a job yet or even guest status in the palace so was unsure of if he should awaken the man or not.
Adjusting the uniform, he knocked politely and waited for a reply. Knocking again to make sure he didn't miss a reply the first time, again no sound came to signify the older man was awake, so unsurprisingly he gripped the gold handle of the door, pushing down lightly as to not make much noise for if resident was truly sleeping inside probably wouldn’t like the sudden awakening and Chansung randomly appearing in his room.
Pushing his head through the little gap he made with the door, Chansung was greeted with an unused bed and sleep clothes that hadn’t been touched, as he’d know because he put them there in the first place.
“Maybe he slept naked and not under the covers?” he asked himself, blushing at the image he conjured up of Taecyeon in all his glory. Chansung would be lying if he didn't have feelings for the older man but from what he saw yesterday between Khun and Taek, he wouldn’t want to betray his virtues of nobility and friendship.
Closing the door most normally than opening it, he continued to think about why the tall man had probably not occupied the room last night. He continued deliberating solutions or theories until he came upon the grand door of the prince’s suite.
He knocked, no answer, again he struck the door but harder this time, again no answer. Sighing in frustration he pushed the double doors open vigorously, the hinges working over time to slow the wood from the speed and velocity from where Chansung had intentionally used his strength to alert the suspecting sleeping man of his appearance.
Although this time, unawares, Nichkhun had his arms crossed just beyond reach of the door just draped in a pair of louse fitting sweats and a royal waistcoat, which excellently pronounced his slim waist but muscled figure, of which Chansung would say so himself. (something like this ^^:
“Finally’ sighed Khun, ‘I’ve been waiting flipping ages and you always say you keep a strict schedule, 7am?”
“I’m sorry, I was just questioning why-“
Chansung jumped as his friend hugged him tightly, and wondering if he should hug him back or not.
“You should have seen your face, priceless, absolutely priceless.” Khun smiled broadly. Chansung debated whether or not to push the teasing man off from annoyance. Nichkhun continued, “Stop being so weird around me, you’ve gotten into that pattern again where you don’t know if to treat me like a master or a friend. Hell, you do all the bossing around, I feel like I should be the one to take orders from you”
“That’s the problem, you don’t” Chansung laughed.
Releasing his best friend, Nichkhun glared towards Chansung. “I’m not that bad,” punching the taller man in the chest lightly. “Now, we should get Wooyoung up and start his training, I’ve taken an interest in him, I think he’ll do well, come on”
He past Chansung with a smile and strode through the corridors towards his new servant’s room, Chansung following diligently behind, admiring his friends prominent shoulders enviously thinking ‘I seriously need to work out more’ and continued following his friend.
Without knocking Nichkhun pushed the door open and shouted “Wake up, there’s work to be done, hurry hurry. Come on, come on. Move it, move it, move it,” and stopped just a foot away from the bed. Chansung just to the right of him with an ‘I thought you liked him and know your acting like a military general, What?’ face.
Wooyoung groaned and shielded his ears from the voice he dubbed as the prince. He so desperately wanting to retrieve the knife from his boxers and land it square in the middle of the annoying mans forehead. Quick and easy, although practically knowing that’ll get him killed after. But then he realised something…
…the knife?
The metal would be warm and hard against his skin and it would have dug lighting into his tailbone but he didn’t register anything.
Nichkhun continued the raving shouts until the sleeping man had jumped from the bed suddenly and started routing around his things mumbling ‘where is it?’
Nichkhun glanced a look towards Chansung for an answer, but he shrugged not knowing what the only boxer clad man was talking about.
“What’s everyone doing in here?” a voice resounded from the doorway making all 3 men occupying the room stop and look.
“What?” Taecyeon asked in confusion.
He glanced at the crouching Wooyoung, yesterdays clothing in hand, and then glanced towards the 2 standing men.
“Where have you been?” asked Chansung, slightly annoyed from earliers conquest into the said mans room. Nichkhun giving him a confused look as to what he was on about.
Noticing Chansungs annoyance, he bit his lip and said, “Oh, sorry, where you trying to find me?” Chansung giving a slight nod in answer. “I wanted to see the palace gardens for a bit. There as beautiful as I remember them, although I don’t have the imagination of a child anymore to really appreciate its beauty” he laughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck.
Wooyoung has stood up during his friends answer and moved closer towards him. Nichkhun noticing the advance early and motioned towards Taek until he was blocking the tall mans view of Wooyoung.
“I didn’t know that you disappeared somewhere, but please next time issue a warning to Chansung. I lost you once and I don’t want to lose you again, you hear me, and I sound like a woman. Ewww.” Khun visibly disgusted at his greasy outburst. “Now,” turning towards Wooyoung “will you please get dressed, become presentable and be at my room in 10 minutes. I will not allow disobedience from my servants even though it’s your first day.” He spoke authoritively and not without threat.
Wooyoung visibly gulped making Taek smile a little, knowing it takes a lot for his friend to show any kind of weakness or emotion at all.
“Yes, master” the boxer clad man said drying.
Khun smirked and exited the room, Chansung on his tail, turning before he was out of sight mouthing ‘good luck’ and gesturing a thumbs up.
An awkward silence hung itself between the 2 remaining men in the room and continued even as Wooyoung dressed himself in the clothing Chansung had laid out for him and Taek just watching his movements from the door.
Wooyoung began fixing his ruffled distorted hair and straightening the clothing in the full length mirror when Taek walked towards him, stopping behind is friend and eyed him up and down over Wooyoung shoulder through the mirror.
“Suits you, for a servant that is” he teased, knowing he’s bound to pull some strings.
“Shut the fuck up” Wooyoung retorted, turning round. “Wait, no, tell me what the fuck is going on? Why are you here? How do they know you? And what the hell was that about losing you once and not wanting to lose you again?” glaring at the taller man.
Sighing, Taek lightly gripped Wooyoung’s shoulders, bending slightly at the knee so he could look at Wooyoung more closely.
“Look, I’ll explain everything later but please, don’t do anything rash. I know you here,” Wooyoung gasped quietly “but please, listen to me and don’t do anything, I beg you. I’ll explain everything later, I promise. Just please don’t and we’ll talk about his later. Trust me please when I say this. He is a very special person to me as well as Chansung, and if you dare hurt them in anyway I will…” he paused to catch his breath and dove deeper in himself to continue, “I won’t hesitate to kill you myself” And he pulled the older yet shorter man into his arms. “Promise me you won’t?”
Without pause Wooyoung spoke.
“I promise”
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Don’t worry this isn’t me saying I’m stopping this fic or anything, although I feel some people have been thinking that. Sorry TT_TT!
I feel my readers need an a general idea of what the characters are going through at the mo just so its not to confusing if I suddenly change some personalities suddenly, if I do that is. So here ya go.
Wooyoung - basically is slowly opening up because he’s in a situation where he has to think about what he wants, how it’s going to affect other people, and also with this servant thing going on, his assassin instincts are hiding themselves away slowly revealing a new Wooyoung.
Nichkhun - as you will see he can be cold hearted but is very considerate and warm to his close friends, example Chansung. With Taek and now new servant Wooyoung his feelings are starting to get mixed with pleasure and work.
Taek - With the sudden lifestyle change, which is ran away from, and the return to the his 2 childhood friends, he’s beginning to think about how he’s affecting others and thinking about what he’s gonna have to do.
Chansung - Not really much of a change, his job keeps him from messing about with a lot of people emotionally but he’s been hiding feelings for a certain man for a long time and with the sudden introduction to Taek again it makes him confused.