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[mystery of love- [sufjan stevens]
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"Wooyoung!" The voice of his father was heard from outside his door. He stood from his candle-lit desk and walked over to the large wooden door, slowly pulling it open.
"Yes father?" His mother was there too standing beside his Father.

"Look what we have got for you!" Mother claps in excitement.

Wooyoung tilts his head slightly. Rarely did he get gifts. They aggressively pull forward a young man, he looked no older than Wooyoung and just barely taller than him.

The male had disheveled black hair that fell just above his eyebrows, beautiful monolid eyes, and rosy pink lips. He was very handsome. He honestly could have been a Prince himself.

"This is Choi San, your personal servant. As a replacement for the last. Don't mess this one up." The King's voice turned into a slight mumble towards the last part. The slightly taller male bows. "Nice to meet you, Prince." His voice was striking, it fit his appearance almost perfectly.

Wooyoung didn't like having 'servants' it was cruel. They could do most of the tasks themselves. His parents never paid them almost anything. They were really just poor Village people who were forced to take the job, to make a living. "Nice to meet you too, San." Wooyoung smiles, then looks back over at his parents.

"You know the rules of servants, Wooyoung. do not mess this up." His mother added. As if he hadn't already just heard that.

"San, you are to watch over Wooyoung. Be sure he's ready for all events, fulfill each of his requests, tidy his room, etcetera." His parents were strict when it came to their workers. They didn't like to do things themselves, as made very clear.

Yet they expected everything to be perfect, the servants were punished if even a fork was out of place. They would do unspeakable things to them. Wooyoung just rolls his eyes at his mothers commands. He didn't need a guardian.

She decided to ignore the gesture. "If The Prince does not have anything for you to do. Find something to do and make yourself useful. You are not to lounge, and report back to the chambers on time not one second late." San bows to the Queen as she commanded him
"As you wish."

"Run along now."

Wooyoung turns and leads San to his room.
"I apologize for my Mother and Father." He frowned, and sat in his desk chair. Continuing his studies.
"Do you have anything I must do, Sir?" Wooyoung shakes his head.
"I rarely will, I'm nineteen years old. I don't need a guardian, I can complete my own tasks." San nods in understanding.
"I'll go make use of myself.." He begims to turn, reaching out for the knob of the tall wooden door. He is quickly stopped.
"No, you don't have to go to them." San stops in his tracks.
"I have to. They've ordered me to." Wooyoung shakes his head vigorously. "My parents do not care for you in the slightest."