[ text: daehoon ] also please stop telling people you look like him. you are far less handsome and rich.
[ txt : riah ] Hello Iâm Born to Beatâs Yook SungjaeÂ
(Â â looks around him before snapping a self picture )Â
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[ text: daehoon ] also please stop telling people you look like him. you are far less handsome and rich.
[ txt : riah ] Hello Iâm Born to Beatâs Yook SungjaeÂ
(Â â looks around him before snapping a self picture )Â

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[ txt: daehoon ] it does make sense because he was the Goblin, you dummy. okay, deal.
[ txt : riah ] how can you call a chief eunuch a dummy [ txt : riah ]  but Iâll forgive you because of foodÂ
ryminhee:
an unlikely hero // @rydaehoonâ
âźâźâź âââ first of all, chae minhee was one-hundred percent innocent, but as the situation would have it ââ the cranky fat-man just kept refusing to listen to her explanation. so much so, that she would even dare to assume he was only doing this for his own amusement because any sane person could see that he was blaming her for stealing without a single proof other than, âi saw it with my own eyes !!â pitiful, to say the least.Â
â i. did. not. steal !! how many times do i have to say that, ahjussi ? the kid ran past me, snatched a fishcake and now heâs long gone. â it was safe to say that after having spent a fair twenty minutes bickering with the man and creating an embarrassing scene in the process â minhee was pissed. in fact, she had it in mind to call him a few nasty names before stomping off and leaving the scene completely, but the only thing stopping her from doing so would be her grandfather. he had taught her better, of course, and while her pride was in jeopardy â minhee couldnât risk making her grandfather upset by having the cops show up at home again.Â
but that also wouldnât necessarily stop her from glaring and folding her arms across her chest in a defiant manner.Â
â youâre wasting time on me when you could be dealing with the real thief. so canât you just let me off the hook for being in the wrong place at the wrong time ? â
There's nothing but a normal day to spend for Daehoon-- he has been too far gone with all his chief eunuch demeanor that he hardly pays attention to the ring of his phone, and the text that the âtransactionâ was a success.Â
He pulls the lid of the ramen cup off and watches his non existent view of âparadiseâ in the neighborhood. The ambiance can be looked into a drama, the birds are chirping, people are smiling, music is playing, and a high pitched argument is heard not so far away.Â
In all honesty, he has seen the crime scene, the boy running pass with something in hand, the familiar woman getting all the blame instead. Thereâs a passing thought running through his mind to back her up or not. He knows her, more than she does know him. Sheâs part of his team, always the reliable. Though no one does know about the infamous Yook Shin, it would always be weird to see her and pretend to be a mere Yang Daehoon of the Yang palace.Â
But his feet are taking him towards them, he swears he doesnât know why heâs doing this in the first place.Â
âMr. Kimâ he says to the old man, theyâve known each other-- though he knows almost everyone in the neighborhood because heâs always the âsweetâ guy here. âI wasnât supposed to say this because it looked like the boy needed it, but she didnât steal the damn fishcakeâ he starts. âTrust meâ he says and moves forward, covering the girl mindlessly. After seconds of hesitation, the old man waves a hand off and lets them be-- itâs a magic of his, to manipulate people. He turns around, eyes darting at her with all the amount of familiarity.Â
âIs your shop open? I need to buy somethingâÂ
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âhyung!â he called as he approached the familiar face, glad to see someone who also wasnât allowed to be the center of any attention at this ball. he knew the man well enough from running into him nearly every day in the yang manor. he basically knew everyone who worked for the royal family, how could he not? in his cheerful way, he bumped his elbow with the elderâs, smiling broadly. âenjoying yourself at all?â
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The music is loud, and he tries not to get all too irritated with it by smiling along the right places. There's a familiar voice calling for him and he turns by default, looking over Jinyoung with a smile that looks sincere.Â
âNot reallyâ he says before taking a sip from his champagne.Â
âMind entertaining me, Jinyoung?âÂ
those drunk days
ryheejun:
( ; heâs not too far gone yet, just at this stage that makes almost everything look ten times more interesting than it is in reality. except maybe daehoon who seems like the interesting type no matter heejunâs state ) thatâs indeed my name ( ; he teases, looking at the other with amusement. what comes next makes him chuckle ) definitely not ( ; he shakes his head ) just a background character. are you? you look like royalty.Â
(Â â he pulls his arm up, letting the back of his hand cover his mouth as alcohol fights its way up his throat ) youâve got a nice name (Â â he says before looking at him intently and wondering why heâs laughing too much ) Iâm not a prince (Â â he says ) believe me, I donât want to be one (Â â he hiccups before biting his lower lip ) royal life is all about corruption and straight up killing, a fucking messed up system if youâd ask meÂ

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thrown out canvas
ryjuyeon:
right. presumptuous in a good sense, i hope. ( she answers, almost laughs. some people will never change, she thinks. and itâs perhaps for the better; she cannot imagine him as anything else as how sheâd come to know him even with some distance in between. without much of a thought, she grabs the hand that hovers beside her waist with the one thatâs not holding his and plants it exactly where itâs supposed to be. ) i appreciate your being a gentleman, but letâs just dance, yes?Â
( â the music continues along with the conversations, judgments, contracts. he blinks the second she grabs his hand, startled, but thereâs a smile that shows appreciation ) forgive me, some people hate being touched by me (Â â he says, no ounce of self pity but honesty that spills out of his mouth. he starts swaying, finding the silence comfortable before opening his mouth to ask ) are the Hyuns treating you well?Â
[ txt : daehoon ] When I meet Gong Yoo I'll apologize on your behalf for that egregious lie you just told. sure, what are you in the mood for?
[ txt : riah ] Gong Yoo doesnât make sense, ask Sungjae instead. Also, people think I look like him [ txt : riah ] Tteokbokki and soju Â
youth is wasted on the youth
ryjiho:
{ ` flattery is an adornment on the mask that everyone wears to these kinds of events. or maybe itâs another weapon. jiho can never quite tell : both violence and deception are deadly, each to their own right, and together even more so. but the latter was rife tonight, as it always was when royalty gathered together, and he thought nothing of those pretty words } i wasnât told iâd meet such a captivating gentleman in his place. { ` block. parry. thrust â easy rules of combat. he remains cautious, and motioned for the man to follow him, with a beckoning finger, to a relatively quiet hallway, empty of anyone. only then does he speak } the prince wants his medicine, and i want my money. where is it? iâm not going to put out if you donât, sir.
( â thereâs a tinge of flattery in Daehoonâs laugh, as if itâs a must to react in such a manner for people like him, only to let his expression change quickly the second he is lead away from prying ears. he exhales, recovering the silence as he takes the money out ) here, easy enough-- i suppose ( â he says and hands the bundle out while he waits for the bottle to be given to him ) Â
{ too many bubbles }
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perhaps it was because she had one too many flutes of champagne that caused the princessâ head to pound. yeona had never been really good at holding her alcohol, usually getting a bit lightheaded after a glass of wine or two. but with her worries and the pressure of the social setting getting the best of her, the princess couldnât help but drink a little more than she could handle (discreetly, of course) leaving her slightly dizzy and unfocused.Â
she was about to sneak way to the nearest washroom to get some air away from the ballroom when she was suddenly met with the chief eunuch of the yang family, stopping her in her tracks. âoh, my apologies.â yeona quickly spoke, realizing that she had not only gotten in the way of the young man, but had also bumped into him accidentally as well. âare you alright? i didnât spill anything on you, did i?â
The party has just started but people are getting rowdy, heels are heard against the floor and murmurs turn into cheers and shouts-- not that Daehoon is paying attention, there are more important things to pay attention to tonight.Â
He has successfully talked to a handful of politicians, yet alone has meet a decent amount of power handling individuals who have given him their unrequited loyalty. He takes a stick of cigar from his pocket, playing it between his fingers as he walks outside. He turns, only to feel a cool feeling against his chest, lowering his head down to see his blouse wet and soon, sticky. He blinks, not really being a big deal for him as he looks over the person in front of him. Â
âExcept for a decent amount of alcohol drenching my blouse, then no-- you didnât spill anythingâ
[ txt: daehoon ] if you were my son you'd be gorgeous like all my other children instead you are fated to look like an ugly little goblin. I'm in the gardens.
[ txt : riah ] goblins are hot, didnât you know  [ txt : riah ] are you going to treat me foodÂ

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âthank you so much! iâm happy iâm under your umbrella ~ ella ella now ~â she sings lightly, her voice like a burst of spring. if she wasnât super wet sheâd probably would try to hug the stranger. she steps back under the umbrella fixing her bangs back into place. patting at her face a few times, her sleeves are damp so it doesnât do much of anything. yet, sheâs still smiling and sheâs happy now any dryness is good. sniffing a few times, if she caught a cold sheâd be miserable. itâs weird being under an umbrella with a boy.. she feels a bit awkward now, because she has to stand pretty close to stay under it properly. hands gently clasped in front of her, itâs fine.. sheâs her after all, so heâs not even sweating her. âmy name is melody by the way, happy to meet you.â her eye smile in full glory as she slightly tilts her head with a bright smile.Â
he asks her where sheâs going, and he even asks to walk herâ blinking a few times a bit surprised. he is a stranger.. but he doesnât look scary at all, âmy house, i live in the neighborhood about fifteenish.. minutes away.â fifteenish minutesâŚ. if she were running that is. âthough if youâre really busy you donât have to walk me! iâd hate to be a bother!â waving her hands a bit, a more shyer expression now on her face. thoughâ she did appreciate her alone time, walking with someone.. wouldnât hurt right? chanhyuk would scold her for trusting others so easily, especially boys. people were crazy these days, melody just didnât seem to get the memo. it was naive to be like that in this day and age, yet so far sheâs gotten along fine. out of nerves she fixes her already fixed bangs, he probably had a million things to do,Â
Thereâs a genuine smile creeping its way to his lips, and he pauses for a second to gather himself and wonder why heâs starting to feel a little bit...more human. Thereâs some kind of magic with the kid in front of him, as if her eyes seem to heal someone as broken as him-- sheâs different, a good different.Â
âYouâre welcomeâ he says, laughing softly at her voice as he starts to walk with her. The rain starts pouring hard, the drops aggressively patting against the umbrella like shards of glass. He turns his head to look at her, bowing slightly. âIâm Daehoonâ he replies. âAnd the pleasureâs mine, reallyâ he continues.Â
âFifteen minutesâ he repeats, looking over the road before them and how the rain seems to look unwelcoming for them to continue. He looks through the route, knowing about the neighborhood because thatâs where the coffee shop is. âOh-- Iâm walking that way too, so itâs not really a bother-- donât worryâ he reassures and moves his umbrella slightly towards her, letting the rain pour over a part of his shoulder as he continues to walk.Â
âThe rain is really pouring hardâ he whispers to himself and looks up for a bit. âYou should be careful of the weatherâ he adds,
and me, he thinks.Â
[ txt : daehoon ] be offended at your parents who gave you that face. why? you come to me.
[ txt : riah ] youâre my mom, so would being offended at you make sense? [ txt : riah ] where are you songbird?Â
all but childâs play
ryheosoo:
Relationships with Heosoo were brief, short and typically ended on bad terms. It was a skill that he bragged about regularly when he were drunk and people were expecting some dirty secret to spill from his mouth about the people heâd dated in the past. The lord-in-waiting was an asshole, not a gossip hungry teen girl, and that might have been why he rarely spoke a word of who he had dated, when or where, or why it had ended. It was his fault, it was nearly always his fault
Daehoon had been had, had been held, had been released. They were too alike to make it last as anything more than what it was. Heâd never regretted their thing, never felt there was bad blood between them and never chosen to feel awkward with him after. The cigarette between his fingertips as he glances over at the other.
Errands were boring, dull, and precisely the last thing he wanted to be doing when he had a hangover. A puff of air on his lips as he hides his face in the crook of his arms and wills the medicine heâd taken to kick in before his head exploded.Â
âSure, may be itâll make this nausea fuck off,â he answers, unbothered by the others lacking affection. He was rarely taken aback by someones lack of care after they ended things. Still, he lifts his head and looks over at Daehoon. âCanât you just deliver this shit on your own? Why do I have to be here?â
Thereâs a pause. âOr are you hoping Iâd lean over and suck you off while you drove or something?â
Daehoonâs eyes are on the road, but not necessarily on the road-- heâd steal glances at Heosoo from time to time before actually focusing on where to go and when to turn. Theyâre a mess, but Daehoon has been numb enough to not really realize that, nor of all the other relationships he has passed through.Â
Thereâs a small amount of concern when he watches the other take his medicine in, biting his tongue to prevent himself from asking something far too caring.Â
âDonât be so stingy-- Iâve missed youâ he says, looking at him for a second with his thin lips cornering into a smile. Heosooâs indifference doesnât really bother the chief eunuch anymore, heâs used to this-- heâs used to everything. He takes a turn and listens to what the other has to say.
He laughs lightly, never flustered, never surprised. âDo you want to? youâve always been the best oneâ he asks, stopping the car at a red light and leaning himself towards him.Â
âWe can take turnsâÂ
[ txt : daehoon ] you're not cute enough for me to be your mom. What did you say to make someone hit you in the head?
[ txt : riah ] iâm offended [ txt : riah ] iâm not telling you until you come hereÂ
[ txt : daehoon ] did someone throw a ball at your head????
[ txt : riah ] yea [ txt : riah ] come take care of me momÂ

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One of the few wonders of the world would be getting tasked to accompany the prince for his weekly garment fittings, which Daehoon would wonder why Jun keeps growing too much. Thereâs a tint of orange marmalade peering through the thin roof of the palace garden, a sign that the day might be a little longer than he expects.Â
He takes the usual route to Junâs room, greeting the guards with a polite nod; he has never really been an intruder and the feeling of actually being part of the âfamilyâ seems refreshing and choking at the same time, though the later is far more fitting for him.
His fingers play with the revolver in hand, letting the sound of the slight clutch on the trigger bounce against the hallway. He stops right in front of Junâs door before putting his gun into his back pocket. He lifts his hand and knocks soft against the wooden entrance.Â
âLittle prince, you ready?âÂ