Yeowool was delighted. Maybe it had been just their luck but they had somehow stumbled upon the country's most famous wine shop. This wine shop was well famous for a lot of reasons varying from their authentic wine collection to the fact that the wine here was even transported to the royal palace on certain occasions.
The waiter saw three people entering. One looked like a monk, the other looked like a militant officer and the third looked like a noble family's son. The three really didn't go together and the waiter had to double-check if he was seeing right.
No matter who the customers were, it was the waiter's job to serve them in the best way possible so the waiter put on a bright commercial smile and welcomed the three odd customers, "Good morning, sir. What can I get you?"
Yeowool smiled back and responded, "We would like to book a private table."
The smile on the waiter's face broadened as he heard this. This wine shop had only a few private tables but not many people would order to be seated there. Only rich aristocrats and officials who don't want to be caught drinking liquor would book those private tables. The main reason was as simple as anyone could have guessed: Money.
It was expensive and not many people would be able to afford it. To go to a wine shop and book a table that was more expensive than the wine you drink, not many people would find that offer appealing.
The waiter seemed to have misjudged the customers so he immediately bowed deeply in respect as if trying to win them over as he spoke "Follow me, sir."
He led them to the second floor which was mostly empty. The hallway on the second floor was completely wooden and as they walked on it, their footsteps could be clearly heard. There was a reason why such a thing was here. It was to let the people inside the rooms know that there was someone approaching. If there was sound, it meant there was a chance that your conversation would be overheard.
Today didn't seem to be a busy day as all the rooms were empty and as a result, they were led to the most expensive room on the second floor.
Yeowool wasn't too worried about this since he had accompanied the crown prince here. He was sure that even the most expensive room in this wine shop would be nothing more than pennies for this man. Yoongi was rich and Yeowool was here to leach off of that richness. These were the perks of being acquainted with the crown prince and Yeowool was going to enjoy them to the fullest.
The three sat down on the velvet seat that was prepared for them. Yeowool sat by Yoongi's side for some reason while Taehyung sat in front of Yoongi. The two were facing each other, but Taehyung was still unsatisfied with the fact that Yeowool was sitting beside the crown prince.
The waiter handed over the menu to all three and Yeowool immediately refused to look at the menu as he spoke, "Get me your most expensive wine. Four jars."
The waiter was very satisfied as he heard this and immediately responded, "Anything else I can get you?"
Yeowool looked at the two and when he saw that no one said anything, he shook his head and sent the waiter away.
When the waiter had left, Yoongi chuckled, "You're planning on emptying out my pockets?"
Yeowool titled his head, "Of course, I am! You were the one that invited me to drink. You can't go back on your word now."
Yoongi chuckled and surprisingly, there was a small smile on Taehyung's face as well when he heard this, however, the reason why he was smiling was worlds different from the reason why Yoongi and Yeowool were smiling.
He felt his troublemaker instincts rise up. He wanted to do something mischievous.
Poor Yeowool was unaware of the fate that awaited him so he could still smile brightly as he looked at the delicious wine that had been brought out for them.
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The Crown Prince (Taegi AU)
FanfictionThe two kingdoms have been under conflict for many years. When war seemed inevitable and disadvantages seemed to arise, The queen decided to send her younger son to the enemy kingdom as a hostage. He was considered useless, incompetent, a coward and...