My One and Only

Two can play that game pt1

Chang-ho was seriously starting to get irritated.

Two weeks had passed since the accident. TWO WEEKS.

In that amount of time Chang-ho had tried multiple times to have conversation with Haneul, wanting to apologise in case he did something wrong.

Honestly, he wasn't even the one who was supposed to apologise as he was the one who had been dragged into a kiss forcefully and had received a beating for who knows what reason.

He could still remember the awkward ride back on the next morning, everyone had been extremely quiet. If he had felt awkward the first time, imagine now, especially since Jung-il seemed to be glaring daggers at him even more than usual.

Chang-ho had now returned to his daily duties which consisted of laundry, dishes and some more castle cleaning.

How fun! *note the sarcasm*

For some reason everything seemed to have been piled up for him in the few days of his absence.

Chang-ho was still busy helping the Gardner outside when he had been called to attention.

He had been instructed to serve the prince his "royal tea" and for the first time in Chang-ho 's eighteen years he refused an order or at least he had tried to.

He couldn't help but give in once they threatened to take away his meals. He didn't get to eat often so every plate of food was well appreciated especially since he didn't get paid enough to be able to eat out.

Chang-ho was a bad cook and he wasn't allowed to touch anything unless instructed to.

He grumpily took the tray from the kitchen and ventured towards the royal's chambers.

His footsteps were precise and confident ,he had been in the other's room so many times before ,he was usually the one in charge of cleaning the rooms every morning ,he didn't really feel uncomfortable anymore.

Once he reached his destination he didn't hesitate to knock on the door, he might have accidentally hit it too hard but it's not like he cared much anyway, he just wanted to get this task done quickly and go back to his normal work.

He heard the other give his permission, so he walked in, heading straight for the wooden side table at the end of the room, placing the contents of the tray carefully, before briskly turning back not sparing the prince of a single glance.

It's not like Haneul would even acknowledge him in the first place, he had been avoiding him ever since the trip. So, he could do the same right? It's not like they were friends or anything else. Chang-ho is a peasant whilst Haneul is a royal. 

It shouldn't really matter whether they interacted or not.

But as Chang-ho headed towards the door he felt a set of strong arms pulling him from the waist, before he knew it he was on the nearest wall, with a warm breath hitting him on the side of his neck and a firm body pressing into him.

Haneul's eyes were clouded and his voice was dangerously low as he spoke,Chang-ho could feel him shake in anger.

"You! How dare you? How dare you ignore your prince?"

Chang-ho felt a shiver run up his spine as his breath hitched. 

Chang-ho really couldn't understand this prince. One minute he's neglecting and the other he's being possessive of him.

'Just what in the hell do you want from me Kim Haneul ' he thought desperately as he attempted not to move.