Hi,this is fic is based on the Korean drama,Rooftop Prince.But it is written by me,with the help of my friend,Unknown Mystery XD
Characters aren’t mine unless stated.
I have no intention of plagiarizing or whatsoever.
If I ever see one of you copying this, you’ll get bashed. Just sayin’.Or I will slit your pretty little throat while you were sleeping.Be ready.
Cold cup of coffee in hands, black coat, black trouser.
Waking up early just to get a cold cup of his most desirable drink.Typical Sungyeol.
Everyday the same routine will repeat.But today will be slightly different.
The type of different that will change his life, forever.
Sungyeol’s POV
This damn cold weather. Couldn’t it leave my hands from frostbiting each day?
Well,it’s mainly my fault for not buying gloves,but,oh well.I’m a lazy 23 years old man,whose living in London,and studying in Oxford.
I know I’m smart.I know.Praise me.
My feet keep walking until I’ve spotted the familiar trees and benches.My favourite park.
So beautiful and calm,away from all of the vehicles that produced unhealthy gas.
I sat on my favourite spot,the bench under a big tree.Well,now it probably looks like a dead tree,but trust me,it’s beautiful during spring.
I took a sip from the cup I’m holding.The scenery here is beautiful,though.
Well,I better get going right now.Not that I have classes today but,it’s getting cold out here.
And I have a weird feeling in my heart. I fasten the speed of my walking until I’ve reached my flat.
I took out my front door key,inserting it in the key hole and twisting it to the right.
It made a click! sound as I pushed the door open,wide.
Standing there,a guy,probably younger than me,wearing a hanbok,watching me as if I entered his house.
I blinked.
He blinked.
I blinked,again.
He blinked,again.
Is he mirroring me?
Okay,time to end this blinking game.
“Who are you?What are you doing in my house?!”I finally spat out.
He just stood there, bitch staring me.Fuck you then,Hanbok Guy.
“Well,do you hear me?”I said,waving my hand in front of his face.I have to admit,he’s pretty handsome,too.
What?I’m gay.I have the rights.
“Who are you,then?You’re the one who barged into this,er,this cottage!”Too bad the pretty face is ruined by his stupidity and rudeness.
“Well,excuse you!This ‘cottage’ is what you called my house,you sick bastard!”I snapped back at him,while closing the door behind me.His face suddenly showed anger,then annoyance.Tsk this kid.
He made the hmph sound and wandered around the living room,then to the bedroom,which he tripped over on the way there.Hah.
“Just where do you think you’re going,kid?”I said,stopping him from wandering around.
“Where’s my family?Where’s my house?”He questioned me,like I’ve kidnapped him all the way here.He kidnapped himself,okay?
“I don’t know,how am I suppose to know about you and your family?”I questioned him back.
He then sat on the floor and stared at me,intently.
“Okay,is this some kind of sick joke where you tricked me and the cameramen jumped out from nowhere and screamed”Gotcha!”?Because it certaintly not funny,anymore.”
“What are you talking about?Ahjusshi.”He talked back,coldly.
“Wae?You’re the one who appears from out of nowhere wearing a hanbok!So you’re the ahjusshi.”I argued back.
“It doesn’t make any sense.”He glared at me,as if I’m stupid.Hello?This is Lee Sungyeol,the most awesome human in the whole galaxy.
“Why are you here,anyway?Out of all places?”I asked,raising my eyebrow at him.
First,he hesitated to answer but after ten minutes of pleading and nagging him,he finally gave in.
“I don’t know! I was about to sleep when suddenly,the guards said the castle is on fire.Everybody was running in different directions back there.God knows why I didn’t move.The fire soon caught up with the floor I’m in,I remembered seeing my wife,in the fire and everything went black.”He’s in tears right now.How do I make him stop?I mean he’s crying and sobbing right now.I’ve never seen someone I barely know crying in my flat.
Okay,calm down,Yeol.Everything’s gonna be just fine.I took a deep breath and said,”It’s okay.Why are you wearing a hanbok,anyways?”
What?I was just curious.Why would anyone wear a hanbok on the winter at London?I may add.
Perhaps,or indeed he’s-
“Bwo?Everyone wears hanbok.Why aren’t you wearing one?And you hair is short,it’s a humiliation ,you know?”He questioned me back,pointing at my hair.
“What are you talkin about?Damn,you’ve hit you’re head pretty hard.”I joked,or at least,tried.But he’s still with the same,emotionless and tear stained face,watching me,as if I answered Dora The Explorer while she’s asking me the directions.This damn crazy bitch.
“I didn’t hit my head.”
“Okay,fine.Which era do you live in?Like seriously?Who wears that?”I said jokingly,sitting up and about to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water when he stops me,
“I live in Joseon.Do you forgot which era do you live,young men?Well everybody wears this except you,clearly.And your house is weird.”He said examining my house.
What?Did he said he lives in Joseon?I have a crazy phsyco in my flat.
A crazy handsome phsyco.
