Bring me Junsu - The new slave - 1/5
Title: Bring me Junsu
Pairings: Yoosu, mentions of JaeMinHo
Rating: R
Genre: very inaccurate historical, like Joseon K-drama style
Lenght: I never know, sorry. Another small story arc.
Warnings: forced consent (read rape), humiliation, verbal abuse and violence, very mean nasty Yoochun, not fluffy at all
Summary: King Yoochun is furious with his Queen and wants to give out punishment. When he yells at his guards to bring him Junsu they simply run off to obey their King. And now that Junsu is only a slave, he is even more powerless than before.
Bring me Junsu! - King Yoochun yells.,
On your hands and knees! - Ordered King Yoochun.,
He’s to be a palace slave from now on. - Ordered the King., ...
Note: So... there I was trying to write another chapter of Where Were You but feeling the muse play hide and seek. Then I wanted to read something a little long but it seemed like I couldn't find anything. In the end I went to reread Bring Me Junsu and it just sneaked up on me, the damn muse took over and I ended up just having to write it. I can't promise when next update of this will be, just that I will try to keep it fast but weekends I normally don't write, ok? This is not a long endless fic, it's gonna be 3 or 5 chapters. Something like that.
If you remember the first arc, be prepared.
King Yoochun is still a piece of work.
Inside a comfortable chamber, a man is restless in bed. Turning and turning, King Yoochun gives up and just sits in the darkness, irritated at his lack of sleep. He feels like pulling his own hair in frustration. The man has been tired and worried with another recent plot against him but when he finally arrives late at night to try and sleep a little, his mind keeps returning to the same haunting moments.
It’s not fear of assassination attempts or plots to undermine his authority or steal his throne that mess with what little time to sleep he has. It’s the memory of firm skin and strangled breaths. King Yoochun keeps waking up with the image of Junsu in his mind and the desire to possess him again. A very urgent desire that sometimes he has to calm down by being forced to touch himself. It would be so easy, all he would have to do would be to tell his guards “bring me Junsu” and he could bury that confusing desire, that constant need. However, the King is determined to resist temptation.
At first, it was easy to try and put behind him the events of the day when he found his Queen loved another man. She was now locked away in her chambers, not even allowed to see the maids in charge of bringing her food. As for the man, he was demoted from noble to a simple slave. It seemed punishment enough and the King was confident he needn’t think about it anymore. He had no desire to go and look for another wife, not just yet anyway, he still wasn’t sure why they had no heir. And Junsu, well, the noble had been a victim of the Queen’s fancy and lack of judgement and just simple bad luck. Incredible bad luck that turned a possible death sentence into rape followed by a life of slavery. Still, the King liked to think that Junsu had been the one with the will to live.
King Yoochun entertained himself the following days trying to find the perfect concubine. But every woman seemed to be built like his Queen, the only difference being whether they were more or less pretty or more or less busty. That was not what he was looking for. How could it be so difficult to find someone with ass and legs?
Then, state affairs took precedent over anything and everything. His Captain Jaejoong had uncovered another plan to kill him and he had to put all his energy into finding the culprit. It was exhausting to be a King that very few nobles truly respected or feared enough.
…
I’m staring at nothing again. It’s so dark outside that it must be hours until sunrise, yet I have no sleep. I can’t sleep. I don’t understand this. I’ve tried everything. What more can I do?
Why did I touch that man? I feel like touching him cursed me.
Now I feel content with nothing and if I do close my eyes I find myself remembering how it was to touch him, to be inside him, to hear the sounds he made.
This is not good.
If I like men I would have realised it by now or be attracted to someone before. It makes no sense to be attracted to his curves and thighs only. Damn it, why can’t I find a concubine? Is this country incapable of producing a woman with proper meat on her bones?
And I can’t even think of going to the Queen. If I do I might just strangle her.
But I will not send for him. I will not. It was already bad enough to take advantage of my position as King like that, wrong enough to treat anyone like that.
I will not send for him.
I will not.
…
Running a country can be hard work. It was after another long and excruciating council meeting that King Yoochun returned to his chambers and hoped he could simply collapse and sleep. Feeling too restless, he searched for something to occupy his mind instead.
Right there, in a corner of the room, forgotten since the day Jaejoong had brought them in, were all the books and papers from Junsu’s chambers. He vaguely remembered why they were there.
-My King, I have removed everything from Junsu’s chambers already and his possessions will be distributed to people in need as ordered but… there a few papers that I believe you should see.
King Yoochun looked at his Captain with a slight suspicious look. He knew very well that his Captain was more than capable to deal with whatever could be found inside Junsu’s rooms. That fallen noble could never be a threat to anyone so it was impossible that his papers held anything of interest. But his Captain apparently had a different opinion. Too tired to bother interrogating Jaejoong, the King simply ordered the papers to be brought to him.
Junsu’s papers had been laying there ever since. The King never did look at them, not even to see why Jaejoong thought they were important. But now, well… it’s not like he had anything else interesting to do and it would surely help pass the long night ahead of him.
…
I am speechless. This cannot be. My Queen has done me a great disservice. His notes from the council meetings are excellent. I can’t find fault in a single sentence. He even figured out how they might try and steal money, exactly how I just found out they were actually doing. The plans he created for laws… I can’t believe this.
Why, Junsu? Why? Why were you so silent in meetings and never spoke up your ideas? Or submit them in writing? These are so excellent.
I can’t believe this. My best counsellor and even before I could ever find that out, I was nearly killing him because of that damn woman.
Makes no sense…
I go over all the papers that Jaejoong brought from Junsu’s room. Now I know why Jaejoong wanted me to look at these. That damn Captain probably looked them over and knowing I’d probably not want to hear about it, made up some hint of treason.
There are books and more books. Proper books that imply a well-developed mind. And lots of notes on what is discussed in the council meetings. Smart notes which would have helped me immensely. In fact, as I look over them, I find I am separating the ones I can use for the next meeting. Oh, those counsellors of mine will be in for a fine surprise.
Then, the biggest surprise of all. Right at the bottom of the pile, personal journals.
Junsu’s own thoughts in his neat handwriting of what his older brother death implied for him, of how scared he was that he would have to take up his father’s place once the old man died. His anger and frustration that he was never given proper teachers to develop his skills, while he had to see his brother waste everything that was given to him in a silver platter. Forgotten in the country estate, with little more to do than study. And he could only do that because the books were like him, forgotten. Junsu seemed to doubt his family knew there were books in the house.
I read a few lines here and there. This helped explain a lot. Lack of confidence. Junsu had never dared to show his ideas because he lacked confidence. I was feeling compelled to call him pathetic again but I couldn’t. No matter how much I thought his personality week, his brains were good.
I kept on reading random sentences in his journals. I shouldn’t have.
His description of the Queen caught my interest. He only mentioned her once, and specifically her role in helping to impress foreign ambassadors. Junsu thought that she lacked in that aspect. I had to laugh because I agreed. I searched for more but there was no more mention of the Queen anywhere. He really had spoken the truth when he said he had never looked at her.
His allegations of being gay were also proven a desperate ploy to try and save his life in a hopeless situation. Which just made him almost cunning. Those words had indeed helped fuel my curiosity over the man and ultimately helped to the trail of events that culminated with me sparing his life, raping him and turning him into a slave.
In his journals there were no mentions of any man that could possibly have attracted him. He did mention the occasional court lady for her beauty or good manners. Seemed even inclined to one as a possible future wife.
It somehow gave me a bad feeling. My anger was controlled now. I even regretted what I had done. It seemed to make it worse that I, the King, had done that to another man, especially when we were both straight.
But I admit that what caused my guilt was his description of me. Just, fair, honest, hardworking. He did not skim over what he considered bad qualities or faults in my character however he was candid in pointing out what he believed made me a good King and could make me grow to be a great King. It was as if he admired me. I couldn’t help feel but bad that I had so cruelly shattered his image of me by showing him the man behind the crown.
Oh, yes, I really should not have read his journals.
Now his image refused to leave my mind even more. There was guilt and admiration mixed in with forbidden desire. A damn desire burning stronger in my veins with each passing day.
…
I went to try and talk with Jaejoong this morning. It was too early. I entered his apartments not bothering to knock or announce my presence.
I have walked in on him balls deep inside Yunho, Changmin, some random guy or a prisoner he’s torturing countless times. The difference is whether the partner is willing or not. The sounds are always loud. But the difference is very obvious. Yunho, Changmin and the occasional lover scream in pleasure, the men he tortures scream in pain.
This time the sounds reaching my ears were of pleasure. Somehow I was able to recognize that there were distinct sounds. Jaejoong must be entertaining Yunho and Changmin at the same time. I nearly turned around to go away but curiosity got the best of me. The way Junsu had used oil to coat his fingers, even though he wasn’t gay, meant that there was more to learn.
I had grew up with these three men, yet I knew very little of what they did. The only thing I had picked up was that Jaejoong used oil to ease the penetration. And that from the times when I wasn’t fast enough to turn away.
I pondered for a few minutes. It was the sounds that convinced me. There was something that made me remember the sounds Junsu had made. But Junsu hadn’t felt pleasure. I don’t think I caused him real pain but I know I gave him no pleasure at all. And yet, Changmin and Yunho’s screams and pleas were nothing more than dripping with pleasure.
Moving forward, I tried to stay out of sight and watched.
Jaejoong was fucking Changmin at an insane fast pace, still the guard was pleading for more. The Captain also had his fingers inside Yunho. Not one or two but four. Whatever those fingers were doing it seemed that Yunho was about to faint.
I licked my lips. It was only when cold air hit my wet lip that I noticed I had done it. I could not see what the secret was. It seemed they were doing nothing different than what I had done with Junsu.
Frustrated and annoyed, I got out of there as fast as I could.
My body however needed attention.
I didn’t even bothered trying to use my hand. I could tell that it would be useless.
I marched inside the Queen’s room, waking her up. She was surprised to see me after almost a month but said not a word when she saw me removing enough clothes to free my cock. She simply freed her lower body from her own clothes and opened her legs, turning her face away.
I couldn’t care less. Maybe this is why she hates me. I’m sure she must hate me.
I entered her immediately. From past experience I know that eventually her body produces enough fluid to ease the friction. I was impatient, rough and fast. As my seed filled her, I realised my body was now calmer but I was empty and had felt no pleasure. That disgusted me.
She kept her face turned away. I cleaned myself and left her without a word. What could I say? I’m sorry? We both would know I didn’t mean it.
Walking back to my own rooms I passed by a few slaves.
Suddenly it was like my resolve faded into nothing. I had tried. Tried and failed.
I guess it's only because Junsu is hidden away in the kitchen that I even lasted this long.
I was going to send for Junsu. If I was going to practically rape someone who would hate me after, at least I could do it to someone that would make me feel some physical pleasure. Guilt for guilt, I still could not forget those curves. I just simply craved them. Man or woman, it didn’t really matter, all I wanted was to have Junsu again.
Yes, I was going to send for Junsu.
…
Being King sucks. Ah, but having Junsu’s notes during the council meeting was delicious. I felt like a cat eating all he could eat. I think I might have to find a way to get more notes like those. Yes, that could be a good idea.
I tried to clear my schedule for the rest of the day but more shit kept coming up. I was ready to scream. It would be wonderful to have people I could trust with some of my tasks but there is no one. Still, I am determined. If I don’t follow with my decision I might change my mind again and then there will be more agonizing days until I give in again. No, I’m too tired for that. Besides, it’s been already a month and if after a month I still want him, then there is no point in stalling anymore.
I call Jaejoong aside before I have to endure another one of my boring endless responsibilities as King.
-Bring me Junsu.
-My King?
-You heard me. Bring me Junsu. Have him wait for me in my chambers. Tell him I personally ordered him to stay on his knees, forehead on the floor, until I arrive. No matter how long he has to wait. Understood?
-Yes, my King.
…
As it turned out, I did make Junsu wait a long time. I expected to be done by about an hour but my trusted counsellors forced me to redo their work and it took me three hours. There will be another head rolling tomorrow. I had given specific instructions on a new law but the text they sent me to be signed had nothing to do with what I ordered. Oh, yes, one less head to worry about.
When I enter my chambers I am impatient and angry. Not my best mood to enjoy Junsu but I can’t bring myself to care. I’ve spent almost an entire month with nearly any sex, always his body haunting me. And it’s not like I think he’ll refuse me. The choice is still the same: his body or his life. I doubt one month as a slave has made him give up on life. The man who wrote those journals has more life in him than that.
I am nearly naked when I enter my personal room. Junsu is there waiting for me, at the foot of the bed. A huge fancy western bed that my father imported from Russia and I liked enough to keep. However, my vision clouds in anger. He’s kneeling, yes, but he has leaned against the bed and has fallen asleep.
Fallen asleep against my orders. I hate that with a vengeance. I am King, my orders are to be obeyed.
My anger at a frustrating day, no, at the entire month, reign, life, whatever, takes over me. I grab his arms in a tight grip to shake him awake.
That’s when I notice something that makes my very soul cry for blood.
There will be more than one head rolling. And at least one head, I will be the one to personally cut it.
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Next chapter:
I don’t remember why I chose to live. I should have just let King Yoochun kill me. It would have been more mercifully. He should have explained better what he had in store for me. I’d have chosen death. ,
Next I'll go over Junsu's month as a slave before I show what is it that made the King even more angry than he already was. And yes, eventually there will be smut or hints of it. Not like the King is not gonna take what he wants...
Pairings: Yoosu, mentions of JaeMinHo
Rating: R
Genre: very inaccurate historical, like Joseon K-drama style
Lenght: I never know, sorry. Another small story arc.
Warnings: forced consent (read rape), humiliation, verbal abuse and violence, very mean nasty Yoochun, not fluffy at all
Summary: King Yoochun is furious with his Queen and wants to give out punishment. When he yells at his guards to bring him Junsu they simply run off to obey their King. And now that Junsu is only a slave, he is even more powerless than before.
Bring me Junsu! - King Yoochun yells.,
On your hands and knees! - Ordered King Yoochun.,
He’s to be a palace slave from now on. - Ordered the King., ...
Note: So... there I was trying to write another chapter of Where Were You but feeling the muse play hide and seek. Then I wanted to read something a little long but it seemed like I couldn't find anything. In the end I went to reread Bring Me Junsu and it just sneaked up on me, the damn muse took over and I ended up just having to write it. I can't promise when next update of this will be, just that I will try to keep it fast but weekends I normally don't write, ok? This is not a long endless fic, it's gonna be 3 or 5 chapters. Something like that.
If you remember the first arc, be prepared.
King Yoochun is still a piece of work.
Inside a comfortable chamber, a man is restless in bed. Turning and turning, King Yoochun gives up and just sits in the darkness, irritated at his lack of sleep. He feels like pulling his own hair in frustration. The man has been tired and worried with another recent plot against him but when he finally arrives late at night to try and sleep a little, his mind keeps returning to the same haunting moments.
It’s not fear of assassination attempts or plots to undermine his authority or steal his throne that mess with what little time to sleep he has. It’s the memory of firm skin and strangled breaths. King Yoochun keeps waking up with the image of Junsu in his mind and the desire to possess him again. A very urgent desire that sometimes he has to calm down by being forced to touch himself. It would be so easy, all he would have to do would be to tell his guards “bring me Junsu” and he could bury that confusing desire, that constant need. However, the King is determined to resist temptation.
At first, it was easy to try and put behind him the events of the day when he found his Queen loved another man. She was now locked away in her chambers, not even allowed to see the maids in charge of bringing her food. As for the man, he was demoted from noble to a simple slave. It seemed punishment enough and the King was confident he needn’t think about it anymore. He had no desire to go and look for another wife, not just yet anyway, he still wasn’t sure why they had no heir. And Junsu, well, the noble had been a victim of the Queen’s fancy and lack of judgement and just simple bad luck. Incredible bad luck that turned a possible death sentence into rape followed by a life of slavery. Still, the King liked to think that Junsu had been the one with the will to live.
King Yoochun entertained himself the following days trying to find the perfect concubine. But every woman seemed to be built like his Queen, the only difference being whether they were more or less pretty or more or less busty. That was not what he was looking for. How could it be so difficult to find someone with ass and legs?
Then, state affairs took precedent over anything and everything. His Captain Jaejoong had uncovered another plan to kill him and he had to put all his energy into finding the culprit. It was exhausting to be a King that very few nobles truly respected or feared enough.
…
I’m staring at nothing again. It’s so dark outside that it must be hours until sunrise, yet I have no sleep. I can’t sleep. I don’t understand this. I’ve tried everything. What more can I do?
Why did I touch that man? I feel like touching him cursed me.
Now I feel content with nothing and if I do close my eyes I find myself remembering how it was to touch him, to be inside him, to hear the sounds he made.
This is not good.
If I like men I would have realised it by now or be attracted to someone before. It makes no sense to be attracted to his curves and thighs only. Damn it, why can’t I find a concubine? Is this country incapable of producing a woman with proper meat on her bones?
And I can’t even think of going to the Queen. If I do I might just strangle her.
But I will not send for him. I will not. It was already bad enough to take advantage of my position as King like that, wrong enough to treat anyone like that.
I will not send for him.
I will not.
…
Running a country can be hard work. It was after another long and excruciating council meeting that King Yoochun returned to his chambers and hoped he could simply collapse and sleep. Feeling too restless, he searched for something to occupy his mind instead.
Right there, in a corner of the room, forgotten since the day Jaejoong had brought them in, were all the books and papers from Junsu’s chambers. He vaguely remembered why they were there.
-My King, I have removed everything from Junsu’s chambers already and his possessions will be distributed to people in need as ordered but… there a few papers that I believe you should see.
King Yoochun looked at his Captain with a slight suspicious look. He knew very well that his Captain was more than capable to deal with whatever could be found inside Junsu’s rooms. That fallen noble could never be a threat to anyone so it was impossible that his papers held anything of interest. But his Captain apparently had a different opinion. Too tired to bother interrogating Jaejoong, the King simply ordered the papers to be brought to him.
Junsu’s papers had been laying there ever since. The King never did look at them, not even to see why Jaejoong thought they were important. But now, well… it’s not like he had anything else interesting to do and it would surely help pass the long night ahead of him.
…
I am speechless. This cannot be. My Queen has done me a great disservice. His notes from the council meetings are excellent. I can’t find fault in a single sentence. He even figured out how they might try and steal money, exactly how I just found out they were actually doing. The plans he created for laws… I can’t believe this.
Why, Junsu? Why? Why were you so silent in meetings and never spoke up your ideas? Or submit them in writing? These are so excellent.
I can’t believe this. My best counsellor and even before I could ever find that out, I was nearly killing him because of that damn woman.
Makes no sense…
I go over all the papers that Jaejoong brought from Junsu’s room. Now I know why Jaejoong wanted me to look at these. That damn Captain probably looked them over and knowing I’d probably not want to hear about it, made up some hint of treason.
There are books and more books. Proper books that imply a well-developed mind. And lots of notes on what is discussed in the council meetings. Smart notes which would have helped me immensely. In fact, as I look over them, I find I am separating the ones I can use for the next meeting. Oh, those counsellors of mine will be in for a fine surprise.
Then, the biggest surprise of all. Right at the bottom of the pile, personal journals.
Junsu’s own thoughts in his neat handwriting of what his older brother death implied for him, of how scared he was that he would have to take up his father’s place once the old man died. His anger and frustration that he was never given proper teachers to develop his skills, while he had to see his brother waste everything that was given to him in a silver platter. Forgotten in the country estate, with little more to do than study. And he could only do that because the books were like him, forgotten. Junsu seemed to doubt his family knew there were books in the house.
I read a few lines here and there. This helped explain a lot. Lack of confidence. Junsu had never dared to show his ideas because he lacked confidence. I was feeling compelled to call him pathetic again but I couldn’t. No matter how much I thought his personality week, his brains were good.
I kept on reading random sentences in his journals. I shouldn’t have.
His description of the Queen caught my interest. He only mentioned her once, and specifically her role in helping to impress foreign ambassadors. Junsu thought that she lacked in that aspect. I had to laugh because I agreed. I searched for more but there was no more mention of the Queen anywhere. He really had spoken the truth when he said he had never looked at her.
His allegations of being gay were also proven a desperate ploy to try and save his life in a hopeless situation. Which just made him almost cunning. Those words had indeed helped fuel my curiosity over the man and ultimately helped to the trail of events that culminated with me sparing his life, raping him and turning him into a slave.
In his journals there were no mentions of any man that could possibly have attracted him. He did mention the occasional court lady for her beauty or good manners. Seemed even inclined to one as a possible future wife.
It somehow gave me a bad feeling. My anger was controlled now. I even regretted what I had done. It seemed to make it worse that I, the King, had done that to another man, especially when we were both straight.
But I admit that what caused my guilt was his description of me. Just, fair, honest, hardworking. He did not skim over what he considered bad qualities or faults in my character however he was candid in pointing out what he believed made me a good King and could make me grow to be a great King. It was as if he admired me. I couldn’t help feel but bad that I had so cruelly shattered his image of me by showing him the man behind the crown.
Oh, yes, I really should not have read his journals.
Now his image refused to leave my mind even more. There was guilt and admiration mixed in with forbidden desire. A damn desire burning stronger in my veins with each passing day.
…
I went to try and talk with Jaejoong this morning. It was too early. I entered his apartments not bothering to knock or announce my presence.
I have walked in on him balls deep inside Yunho, Changmin, some random guy or a prisoner he’s torturing countless times. The difference is whether the partner is willing or not. The sounds are always loud. But the difference is very obvious. Yunho, Changmin and the occasional lover scream in pleasure, the men he tortures scream in pain.
This time the sounds reaching my ears were of pleasure. Somehow I was able to recognize that there were distinct sounds. Jaejoong must be entertaining Yunho and Changmin at the same time. I nearly turned around to go away but curiosity got the best of me. The way Junsu had used oil to coat his fingers, even though he wasn’t gay, meant that there was more to learn.
I had grew up with these three men, yet I knew very little of what they did. The only thing I had picked up was that Jaejoong used oil to ease the penetration. And that from the times when I wasn’t fast enough to turn away.
I pondered for a few minutes. It was the sounds that convinced me. There was something that made me remember the sounds Junsu had made. But Junsu hadn’t felt pleasure. I don’t think I caused him real pain but I know I gave him no pleasure at all. And yet, Changmin and Yunho’s screams and pleas were nothing more than dripping with pleasure.
Moving forward, I tried to stay out of sight and watched.
Jaejoong was fucking Changmin at an insane fast pace, still the guard was pleading for more. The Captain also had his fingers inside Yunho. Not one or two but four. Whatever those fingers were doing it seemed that Yunho was about to faint.
I licked my lips. It was only when cold air hit my wet lip that I noticed I had done it. I could not see what the secret was. It seemed they were doing nothing different than what I had done with Junsu.
Frustrated and annoyed, I got out of there as fast as I could.
My body however needed attention.
I didn’t even bothered trying to use my hand. I could tell that it would be useless.
I marched inside the Queen’s room, waking her up. She was surprised to see me after almost a month but said not a word when she saw me removing enough clothes to free my cock. She simply freed her lower body from her own clothes and opened her legs, turning her face away.
I couldn’t care less. Maybe this is why she hates me. I’m sure she must hate me.
I entered her immediately. From past experience I know that eventually her body produces enough fluid to ease the friction. I was impatient, rough and fast. As my seed filled her, I realised my body was now calmer but I was empty and had felt no pleasure. That disgusted me.
She kept her face turned away. I cleaned myself and left her without a word. What could I say? I’m sorry? We both would know I didn’t mean it.
Walking back to my own rooms I passed by a few slaves.
Suddenly it was like my resolve faded into nothing. I had tried. Tried and failed.
I guess it's only because Junsu is hidden away in the kitchen that I even lasted this long.
I was going to send for Junsu. If I was going to practically rape someone who would hate me after, at least I could do it to someone that would make me feel some physical pleasure. Guilt for guilt, I still could not forget those curves. I just simply craved them. Man or woman, it didn’t really matter, all I wanted was to have Junsu again.
Yes, I was going to send for Junsu.
…
Being King sucks. Ah, but having Junsu’s notes during the council meeting was delicious. I felt like a cat eating all he could eat. I think I might have to find a way to get more notes like those. Yes, that could be a good idea.
I tried to clear my schedule for the rest of the day but more shit kept coming up. I was ready to scream. It would be wonderful to have people I could trust with some of my tasks but there is no one. Still, I am determined. If I don’t follow with my decision I might change my mind again and then there will be more agonizing days until I give in again. No, I’m too tired for that. Besides, it’s been already a month and if after a month I still want him, then there is no point in stalling anymore.
I call Jaejoong aside before I have to endure another one of my boring endless responsibilities as King.
-Bring me Junsu.
-My King?
-You heard me. Bring me Junsu. Have him wait for me in my chambers. Tell him I personally ordered him to stay on his knees, forehead on the floor, until I arrive. No matter how long he has to wait. Understood?
-Yes, my King.
…
As it turned out, I did make Junsu wait a long time. I expected to be done by about an hour but my trusted counsellors forced me to redo their work and it took me three hours. There will be another head rolling tomorrow. I had given specific instructions on a new law but the text they sent me to be signed had nothing to do with what I ordered. Oh, yes, one less head to worry about.
When I enter my chambers I am impatient and angry. Not my best mood to enjoy Junsu but I can’t bring myself to care. I’ve spent almost an entire month with nearly any sex, always his body haunting me. And it’s not like I think he’ll refuse me. The choice is still the same: his body or his life. I doubt one month as a slave has made him give up on life. The man who wrote those journals has more life in him than that.
I am nearly naked when I enter my personal room. Junsu is there waiting for me, at the foot of the bed. A huge fancy western bed that my father imported from Russia and I liked enough to keep. However, my vision clouds in anger. He’s kneeling, yes, but he has leaned against the bed and has fallen asleep.
Fallen asleep against my orders. I hate that with a vengeance. I am King, my orders are to be obeyed.
My anger at a frustrating day, no, at the entire month, reign, life, whatever, takes over me. I grab his arms in a tight grip to shake him awake.
That’s when I notice something that makes my very soul cry for blood.
There will be more than one head rolling. And at least one head, I will be the one to personally cut it.
............................................................................................
Next chapter:
I don’t remember why I chose to live. I should have just let King Yoochun kill me. It would have been more mercifully. He should have explained better what he had in store for me. I’d have chosen death. ,
Next I'll go over Junsu's month as a slave before I show what is it that made the King even more angry than he already was. And yes, eventually there will be smut or hints of it. Not like the King is not gonna take what he wants...