"Pardon me!?" Myeong's eyes went wide while I-jun licked her lips her mind filled with altering thoughts though she isn't much surprised. "I-i can't....I-"

"You can't?" She repeated after her before giving a short sarcastic laugh,"Darling, the moment you stepped in this mansion your opinion doesn't matter to me nor any of the Royalties."

Myeong panicked. She doesn't wanted to be around that king after seeing him wrapped in blood earlier some days.

I-jun came between them trying to save Myeong as she figured out her being uneasy. "Lady Lee I don't think selecting Myeong as the King's personal maid would be a good choice. She's still a buff in this field."

The lady shook her head in annoyance. "You both stubborn brats don't get it. The King personally chose her." Myeong gasped before her face grew anxious. Same goes for I-jun. "Now his decision won't change unless......"

They both felt a tiny bit of hope in her voice as they look determined to hear her more. "Unless what lady Lee?"

"She dies." She completed making both of their change color into a gloomy one. "Now now if you both are done chit-chatting please focus on your work. Specially you....Myeong" Myeong stepped front." His highness is calling for you."

And like that the lady stepped away motioning I-jun to come along with her in the kitchen. While Myeong stood their dumfounded. "UGH THIS ASSHOL-"
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"Dream as if you will live forever,
Live as if You will die today."
A gentle voice soothed the lines while his while his hardcore fingers moved the pages of the book that was Laying upon his lap.

He put the brush aside with the paper he was forming words in. As he moved to take his vurbal tea only to find his older brother standing behind him, smilling.

Automatically a smiled formed onto his lips. He missed this smile of his.

"Nice poem as always, Namjoon." He stepped forward and seat upon the cushion.

"It's my pleasure that you liked it , your Highness" he bowed at Yoongi who just gave a small grin in return.

"Don't be too formal." He shrugged his shoulder before picking up a random scroll of poetries and opening it. He started to hover his eyes over them and his grin grew bigger in satisfaction. "You improved a lot in literature!" He remarked with enthusiasm in his voice which pleased Namjoon a lot.

Namjoon nodded . "Except sword mastering and learning Ayurveda, this is the only Work I have." Yoongi nodded while reading the same scroll.

Namjoon then remembered something that he wasn't supposed to remember.

That Girl.....

He didn't really liked her but the things she spoke to him. About them reminding him about his older self suddenly hit Namjoon at the presence of this warm Yoongi.

"Um...h-hyeong?" That word felt honey to Yoongi's ears. He haven't heard any of his brother call him that after him becoming the king. To be very honest, Yoongi loved the fact that Namjoon actually have the courage to call him that. Still remembering him as his brother other than as a king.

Yoongi turned his head towards him. "Yes, Kim Namjoon?"

"Do you-I mean are you still.....um...."

"Namjoon...you don't have to hesitate. Just tell me what it's." Yoongi said, his voice calm and composed.

Namjoon took a deep sigh, ready burst it to him "Do you still paint?"

He finally did and when he did he immediately regretted asking him that. The look on Yoongi's face was replaced with a Serious look. His face became darker and brows frowned. "Does it matter?"

"OFCOURSE IT DOES!" Namjoon yelled out of anxiously. Namjoon was scared of him but he was more scared to loose his brother completely, to see him change into a ruthless person from a kind one. "You know Hyung, It's not you. This is not how my hyung used to be. You were always relaxed and cool, always telling others how to stay calm and proper in their life instead of leaving with dissentions. Where is that hyung now?"

Yoongi's jaw clenched and the scrolled fell off from his hand. He kept his hand into a fist. "I guess I shouldn't have came here in the first place." He proceeded to escape from the situation but his steps haltered when Namjoon suddenly called out.

"How long you gonna run away, Yoongi-Hyung?" He asked, he voice polite than earlier.

"Run? And me?" Yoongi scoffed with a cocky smirk. "I make people run out of fear. You know it better, Joon."

Like that they didn't continue the subject as Yoongi just walked away.

"One day, someone will be there to make him stop running and admit to himself. One day...." Namjoon sighed and picked up the laying scrolled from the mattress before puting it in it's place and getting back to his work.

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Myeong's pov:
I was panting heavily. My legs felt like giving up but I didn't stop. I kept running this room to that only to find one person. King Min.

I was gasping hard and suddenly My head bumped against a hard chest which made me groan in pain while caressing my head. "Who the stupid bast--"

And here the name of  devil, he's here.

"Your h-h-highness!?" I immediately got on my both knees before bowing down to him out of fear. I heard a low chuckle and cursed him under my breathe. How dare he laugh at me? Even I am acting stupid, he can't laugh on me.

"Get up" his voice commanding. I got onto my foots but nothing like I expected. He actually have a frown in his handsome face with his eyes empty. "Why were you running in the hall?"

"I-i--"

"Didn't you learnt how to talk? Did you parents' and brother not teach you that?" His voice maybe was serious but the taunt was clear. He was making my blood boil and my will to punch him across his face was increasing time by time. "So why were you running, Miss-"

"Myeong." I said with a smile. "My name is Myeong, I am pretty sure you didn't remember."

"Yes, Myeong. Ugh, why were you running then? Third time of me asking." He smirked.

"To find you, your highness." I replied trying to stay as straight faces as I can. His brow raised.

"And why is that?"

"Head court lady, Lee told me to you chose me as your personal servant. Is that true?" I asked my voice filled with a visible urge of determination. Determinate to hear a negetive reply.

Though god have other plans.

"Yes, I did. Do you have a problem with that?" Yes, I do. I wanted to shout at his face but I couldn't because of my status in this life. I wanted to tear that arrogant smile from his not-to-mention ugly face. (Because of the situation)

"Ofcourse, No" I pulled out a forceful smile. "I'm pleased to serve you, my king~" the sweetness in my voice surely made Yoongi wonder how hard of an effort I've put through my act.

"Then show your gratitude through actions" he moved closer towards me with his lip's curved into a mocking smirk.

"P-pardon, your majest...." I kept taking steps back while he didn't stop as he shamelessly took big steps.

Until the wall touched my back I kept backing away and it finally did. I closed my eyes as I started to curse him in low voice forgetting if he's a king or a emperor. "You p-pervert guy... God will not spare your sins. You're abusing an innocent child of Jesus....get away!" I shouted and he immediately covered my lips with his palm and muttered a 'shh' with his pointer finger of right hand before smilling at me.

"I thought you would be a loyal and obedient servant but here you're cursing me." He said his voice sarcastic as he let go of my mouth. "Go ahead and cook me something to eat."

"Huh?" I felt like a dumb. He wanted to eat? Then why he...

"Why do you always make me repeat myself, Myeong..." He moved closer and the moment he took my name I felt electricity run down my veins. "MAKE ME FOOD"

He shouted in my ear making me jump and run towards the kitchen.

End of Myeong's pov.

Yoongi laughed at her tiny sight running before his face grew serious. "I will make your life less of a hell, Bae Myeong...."

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Why do you think Yoongi is messing with Myeong? (Not that I hate it •ᴗ⁠-)

Hope this chapter didn't bored you out.

Love you (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)