The Princes Street Rat

4 - The Royal offer

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Jisung could barely convince himself to stay awake after the prince's had invaded into him mercilessly as though he was a small independent empire. He turned over to the prince who was now sleeping, looking eerily similarly to an angel. Jisung let out a ghost of a smile because he had seen just how much of a devil he can be.

The moonlight and candlelight illuminated over their naked bodies and the music of the previous ball had long diminished. Daylight was fast approaching and Jisung was aware of this. He had to start moving despite overwhelming fatigue and pain.

He searched untop the dressers with the upmost stealth so not to wake the king up. He can't come so far just to bomb the plan now. During his search, all he came across was useless metals. Gold, silver, bronze, even diamonds. But none was the rocks he searched for.

After exhausting all the dressers and cabinets, he cursed. The crystals he was looking for meant nothing to the royal family, so he wondered why it so difficult to even find one piece of it anywhere. He checked the closet once more, hoping something– anything would appear. Again he was met with the boring sight of the disgusting show of wealth.

He raked through when he saw a glint between the clothes. Around a silk garment lay not one but two necklaces of an assortment of dragon crystals. He nearly cheered grabbing both.

He observed them both and realised one pair of the necklace was rose crystal. He didn't particularly need this type at the moment but took them either way. They were his rightful property.

He threw them into the pocket of his night wear before they could affect him since he was spiritually connected to the crystals. He tip toed over back to the bed. That's when he realised a pair of eyes staring at him. Minho's eyes was fixed straight at him.

His hands flew behind his back and his flight or fight mode was activated.

"What are you doing?" The prince asked.

"What do you mean my lord?"

"What are you doing up? Are you looking for the male quarters?"

Jisung took this as a sign that he really must has been unaware of him stealing. "I... yes. I was feeling a little parched."

"As you should. Water or wine?" The prince asked as he emerged from the cool sheets. His nakedness didn't mortify him in the slightest bit.

"Wine sounds nice actually." Jisung replied. He watched the man go over to the minute table on the cider side of the room. He poured the liquid into two cups. In that moment when the prince had his back turned, he smuggled the item he'd stolen underneath his pillow. Once done he came over and handed a cup to him.

"Thank you. I didn't think I'd be getting served by royalty today." He said before taking a sip. The cockiness Jisung had faked throughout the night was clear from his voice.

"I'm not serving you. I just didn't want you to stain my cutlery. Though I'm glad that I've managed to humble you a fraction."

Jisung looked away and took another sip. It was unexpectedly smooth as it soothe the throat he had used to moan for hours.

"What's your name?" Minho asked.

Jisung turned, reminded that they didn't yet get to that bit of the conversation yet. "Bastard."

Minho breathed a laugh through his nose. "That's correct. But I meant the name that you were birthed with."

"Oh." He uttered. He realised it was a rather weak reply compared to what the persona he'd created for Minho's pleasure would say. It was almost as if he was too tired to think of snarky remarks. "Han Jisung."