(HIATUS)Queen Thief || Mashikyu

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[Joseon era]
"Catch that thief! Thief!" A man shouted running after a figure

The figure clutched the stolen buns in a bag as he jumped over a cart and continued running

"You! Stop! Filthy thief! Pay for that!" The man yelled still running after the thief

The thief pushed a vegetable cart to stall the man chasing him and fortunately for him, it worked

He stole yet again

He jumped into a moving donkey cart filled with hay

"Ha this one is very heavy, it will be more than enough for today" Mashiho, the thief spoke with joy in his heart

He jumped down from the cart when he saw a familiar street, he swung the bag on his shoulder as he confidently walked on the street

"What did you steal this time?" Someone asked and laughed with the others

"What do you mean? What didn't he steal?" Another said and they laughed

"He has no shame, I better pack my stuff before he steals them too" another said chuckling

Mashiho stopped his steps and yawned, he then turned to them

"Keep hating...I love the attention" he said with a smug smile knocking the smirks off their faces

Mashiho continued walking and stopped by at a familiar wooden shop

"Hello beautiful~" He said as he rested his hand on the table pushing his hair backwards

The figure he greeted flicked his forehead and twisted his ear

"Yah! I told you never to say that to me"

"I'm sorry Hyunsuk hyung Ah just let me go please" Mashiho begged hissing each time Hyunsuk added more pressure in twisting his ear

Hyunsuk scanned him and tsked as he let him go

"I see you a bagful this time" Hyunsuk said as he turned back to wiping the washed cups and plates. He ran a small restaurant in the village they stayed

"Of course, I made sure to clear his stand, what do you expect, I'm Mashiho after all" Mashiho said feeling smug at his accomplishment

"You've gotta stop doing this Mashi, you're really tainting your image" Hyunsuk worriedly said

"Hyung...do I look like I care? My image's already ruined what's more to it?...let people talk, it's not like they put food on my table" Mashiho said shaking his bun filled bag

Hyunsuk sighed and turned to face Mashiho as he dropped a tray filled with food

"You're right...anyways here's your food, eat up" Hyunsuk said and tousled Mashiho's hair

Mashiho was eating when he remembered something

"Hyung...The royal wedding's coming up, are you still going to be among the catering crew?" Mashiho asked

"Oh yeah, You're coming with me, I'd need your help" Hyunsuk said and Mashiho nodded

Though Hyunsuk's restaurant was small, it was popular because of the very delicious dishes, he would be paid to cater weddings in the village and some neighbouring villages and Mashiho would always follow him

"Hm I hope I get something valuable at the wedding" Mashiho said and Hyunsuk immediately shot a glare at him

"Are you nuts? This is a royal wedding, if you tried shit, you would actually get us killed" Hyunsuk said

"I have a history in this field hyung" Mashiho said standing up

"Don't forget when this whole thing started" Mashiho said with a straight face, he grabbed an apple from a basket and carried his bag as he started walking away

"I'll see you later hyung!" He shouted and waved with a bitten apple in his hand

"Aishh this boy" Hyunsuk muttered and carried the tray to wash the dishes

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Mashiho spotted his house, it was an average sized house him and his family lived in before his parents died

He slid the paper door shut when he got to his room, he laid on the bed

He remembered the words those people told him, he chuckled "Fools" he said and sat up ruffling his hair

He's been living alone for years, he's parents died when he was six, he had to find a way to eat, he started begging at first, some gave him food or coin while some spat at him or simply ignored him

He hasn't always fancied the idea of stealing, his mother taught him not to steal but as the say goes

Desperate times, calls for desperate measures

Ever since, he started stealing when he learnt life the hard way

Mashiho chuckled as he remembered his young self and how he vowed not to ever still

"Huh life sure has a lot of surprises" Mashiho muttered as he got up to check the things he's run out of

He went to his father's old study, his late father was a known literary scholar, he sold his written books to make a living

At the corner was a Geomungo(six stringed Korean zither), he smiled remembering how his mother loved that instrument

He sat and placed it on his lap as he truck he fingers against the strings creating a sweet melody, he began to sing the song he has always sang for years

His soothing buttery voice filled the room, he had always wanted to be a musician but to heck with that thought, you could only get money as a singer if you sang at brothels for big belled perverted men

Mashiho stopped singing and stopped playing the Geomungo

He let out a bitter chuckle

"What am I doing?" He put down the Geomungo and leaned his back to the wall

"I'm comfortable with what I have but I still have to get more things" Mashiho said and sighed

He stood up and walked back to his room, he covered his face with the piece of cloth on the bed

"Time to get more things for the month" he said with a smirk as he closed his door