red haired herbalist.

04

tw !! kidnapping; mild violence; blood

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chapter four
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yuta wakes up in an enclosed room, not knowing where he is. he finds himself on the floor on a carpet, naked brick walls with worn out paint around him. the ceiling looks high with a window and gate, both locked bars, the only way for air circulation.  he tries to sit up, but falls back immediately losing his balance, and his hands wouldn't support him and he finds out they were tied behind him, along with his legs.

"oh, you're awake" the same deep voice he heard, said.

turning to his side, towards the gate, he sees a man in long, tied brown hair. his clothes were messed up but not ragged. yuta glared at the person who had given a blow on his neck and kidnapped him, "i'm mihaya" he says.

"why do you have me here... what business do you have with me?" yuta asks, masking his fear as he obviously had no idea what the man could want from him.

he tries to look outside the gate, to find out for ways to escape. but his area of vision was limited from the walls.

"i wouldn't have kidnapped you if i didn't have any business with you, red" he said, yuta immediately getting why he was kidnapped when mihaya used the name 'red' for yuta. of course, it had to be about his hair.

"imagine having something which even a prince couldn't get his hands on" mihaya said, yuta knowing exactly what he meant.

"he's talking about prince yeojin..."

"now, for example" mihaya continued, but seemed like a different subject, "someone born with apple red hair, decorated in natural jewels... would be presented for a great price, don't you think?"

"do you intend to sell me?" yuta says, frozen in his spot, angered. but deep inside, he's scared of whatever plans this man had for him.

"how vulgar, i said 'presented' not 'sell'" he said, waving a hand as a disagreement of saying 'presented' and 'sell' as the same thing.

yuta could feel his heartbeat speed up, he was about to start panicking. well, he was panicking on the inside and there was no way he would let the man in front of him see him in a vulnerable state. that would just make it easier for mihaya to take advantage of him or something.

"i could also wait until your hair grows out" mihaya continued, caressing yuta's hair and his fingers slowly traveling down to his cheeks, and chin which he used to lift up yuta's face and make eye contact. yuta tried his best not to show fear in his eyes, but he couldn't help but slightly tear up seeing the dark look in mihaya's eyes. he wanted to shove his hand away, but his own hands were tied up. "i'll keep you to myself until then" mihaya said like he had made the decision, making yuta pull his face away from the brunet's palm.

mihaya scoffs with a smirk before getting up and walking outside the dim room, and pulled down the grill trapping yuta inside all alone.

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"what do you mean he's not here?"

"i thought he might have visited you, your highness" the landlord lady says to the prince before continuing, "the last i think i saw him was the morning before he went looking for a job, which was yesterday"