The King's Pet

Chapter 8: The Countryside pt. 2

Makita's P.O.V

I couldn't believe that I called Hyunjin by his name, I also couldn't believe we kissed each other. In the moment it happened I was kicking myself for using his name then kissing him as both were split second decisions I made in a moment of being comfortable. Though when he'd responded so well to me I was beside myself with joy. And the fact that we were in such a lovely environment I couldn't help but associate him with the beauty of the countryside, it made him that much more attractive to me.

But I really couldn't stop thinking about the kiss and the way he held me. He was so gentle but firm with me that I could still feel him on me even the next morning. I wanted to do it again honestly. I wanted to go back to the moment and stop myself pulling away when he deepened the kiss. The only reason I did in the first place was because I realised what I was doing.

"Are you okay, Kita?" Hyunjin asked as he served me breakfast, noticing that I was quieter than usual. "Yes I am my King." I responded as I came out of my head. "That's good and how did you sleep, I hope your room wasn't too cold?" He asked as he set his plate down and sat adjacent to me. "I slept well my King." I replied. "How did you sleep?" I asked. "I slept well too..." He spoke and took a bite of his food before preparing to speak again. "Tell me something Kita, yesterday when you called me by my name, did you say it by accident?" He asked, sounding despondent which panicked me slightly.

At the time I was still very sensitive to his tones and what they could possibly mean for me, and because of my history with royals negative tones usually meant the absolute worst thing for me. In preparing to answer I withdrew my body from the table and from Hyunjin which made him reach over into my lap, place his hand on mine and give me a reassuring look. The gesture made me melt and reminded my defense mechanism that Hyunjin wasn't Jian.

"It wasn't a mistake, I was just comfortable." I responded. "Are you not comfortable now?" He asked with concern and I have to admit, it was cute how sensitive he was to me and how I felt about him as well. "I am my King, I just...I'm still very unsure about our relationship." I answered honestly. "What's making you unsure Makita?" He questioned, doing his best not to threaten my defenses. "It's just that we're so different from each other. You should be with another royal and I should be a pet to both of you, I'm just not used to being so close to a royal and I'm not used to being treated like...a person." I replied.

"I see..." He responded pausing to think. "But Makita, I don't care that we're so different from each other, to me you're like any other person in the kingdom that I could've fallen for. Do you care about our differences?" He spoke thoughtfully, holding my gaze and making me blush just by doing that. "I don't but it's hard to get over." I answered. "Is there anything I can do to help you get over it?" He offered, hopeful that there would be something.

I thought for a second and remembered how I felt since I got time alone to think. Then I decided to be a bit cheeky and embrace the fact we had crossed a boundary. "You can kiss me again..." I suggested, feigning innocence. Hyunjin smirked softly and leant closer to me, getting my hopes up. "After breakfast my Love." He teased and pulled away to continue eating. I felt my cheeks heat up and for the rest of breakfast I was stuck thinking about him calling me "my love". Even after all these years of us being together I can remember the expression making my heart warm and my stomach churn with butterflies.

After breakfast Hyunjin and I went out to find a nice spot for me to paint and when I had enough of painting we went to the lake. "Would you like to fish Kita?" He asked as he brought out and assembled the fishing rods he packed. "I don't know how my King." I replied. "Oh? Were you never taught by your parents?" He questioned. "I never met my parents." I answered and that seemed to take him by surprise. "So...who raised you?" He asked. "I grew up in an orphanage with other pets, then when I was six I was moved to the castle with five others to begin my service to King Jian." I explained but as I did I noticed how his face dropped further and further. By the end of my explanation he looked to feel bad for me and I couldn't understand why.

"Makita...has Mrs. Xiuying taught you about the history behind some royal practices?" He asked, his tone cautious. I shook my head 'no' and he let out a melancholy breath through his nostrils. "Is something wrong, my King?" I asked as I couldn't understand his tone. "N-no it's fine. I'll teach you how to fish, let's go to the lake." He responded dismissively but I decided not to push. When we got to the lake he set up our fishing spot before starting my lesson. We spent the rest of the day fishing until it eventually got too dark so we went back to the cabin.

After having dinner together we sat together in front of the fireplace. "I'm sorry we didn't catch anything." Hyunjin apologised sweetly. "It's okay, it was still fun fishing with you, my King." I responded lightly. He hummed and let silence blanket us for a minute or so before he leant into me, making me nervous as I watched him. "You know Makita, I never did give you that kiss did I?" He began, his voice low and soft. "You didn't..." I replied meekly.

Despite me trying to avoid direct eye contact with him, he caught my gaze and I couldn't help getting lost in the moment. With the fire crackling and its heat encasing me I didn't bother fighting my natural responses to him. He cupped my cheek gently and pulled me towards him gently. I melted the second our lips met and cupped his cheek. I pulled him closer to me unconsciously and pushed my body closer to his. Hyunjin pulled back briefly then reconnected our lips at a different angle.

Like the first time he kissed me, he introduced his tongue and the second I felt it I let out a sound without realising. Unlike the first time though, I didn't pull away from him, letting him finish what he didn't get to before. Despite the amount of anxiety I felt kissing him, I allowed him to lift me onto his lap. "Are you comfortable?" He asked, heaving lightly as I was. I nodded before reconnecting our lips again, desperate to taste him again. Being on top of him and kissing him so passionately was surreal. I was going against everything I'd ever been indoctrinated to believe and I was enjoying it endlessly.

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