𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 || ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

ballad(pull my heartstrings) I

Ship: Yeonjun X Soobin

Group: TXT

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This story begins back way when the towns and cities were kingdoms and we're ruled by notorious leaders as kings and queens.

The nobles never cared for who they hurt or what the consequences of their actions were, they just did what pleased them and those they could endure around them.

Such was the character of one of the noblemen whose story we'll be narrating.

This man, Yeonjun they called him, was the worst person to ever lead the town of Darsha.

Sure their past leaders were bad but this one, the absolute worse. He was nothing but wicked in every manner. He killed who he didn't like and did things his way which was ruthless.

Every servant and citizen around him was always in a state of worry as he could start a tantrum any moment and decide he didn't like the faces that surrounded him and would order for them to be put to an end.

The people despised him but they couldn't vote him out of power since democracy wasn't a common thing then and it was only applicable in some parts of the country.

They could only pray and hope he died soon so a new heir would rule them.

Another sad thing though, is that the young man is unmarried and is known for one thing, sodomy.

His acts are not a secret to the townspeople as he's very open about his hated sexuality. He sleeps around with the other young noblesmen who can neither resist nor reject him or they'd be killed without a second thought.

Such acts of his led to many of the young men turning gay (or not but he didn't care, as long as he was satisfied) and being his personal sex slaves with whom he spent his nights with.

Because of that, an heir is going to be really hard to get so the people pray and pray for someone, or something, anything to come save them from his wrath.

And something did come.

Or rather, someONE.

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It was a normal evening in downtown Darsha and the King, Yeonjun was walking around town to watch the people go about their daily jobs and monitor their movements.

He always felt as though they were planning something to overthrow him and even though he knew he'd kill them before they did, he still needed to keep an eye on them.

As he walked, the people that crowded around someone playing a melodious sound moved out of his way due to fear of being harmed if they didn't.

His face was stoic and unsmiling as he clasped his hands behind his back and lifted up his chin to watch the young man play the guitar with a small kid beside him clutching a book which she was reading from as the man played.

The soft tunes of his small guitar attracted you to the place and made you want to know what he's trying to convey.

As he played, the girl read the story that aligned perfectly with the tune of his guitar, rising and falling to make you feel deep withing the words she recited.

"...and the princess ran, she ran till she felt herself losing consciousness of her surrounding..." the little girl read out with a dramatic effect.

The man played on, the sound mimicking that of a worried situation and anticipating that which is about to happen.

The young leader heard the kids that sat around them gasp as they listened attentively with their mothers smiling down at them with pure joy, some even dropping a few coins to support the man and girl who entertained them.