Prince of the Celts

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓔𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽: 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭

Hyeong and Jiro led me to a large building with multiple doors but stopped at a door that read twenty-three. "This is my apartment. I've been staying most days and nights at Jiro's place so you'll live pretty comfortably. And I'll only start charging you when you get a job, okay?"

I nodded, ecstatic about the opportunity. It's not every day that you get so lucky. He pulled out a yellow key with a cute fuzzy fox keychain and unlocked the door, pushing it open.

"Oh, wow!" I was taken away by it. There were four rooms of relatively the same size. A kitchen, with a black fridge, granite counter, and a bunch of electronic stuff.

A bathroom, stocked with lots of soaps and fluffy-looking orange towels.

A living room with a large screen on the wall and a decently sized black couch that looked cozy and cozy. A few pillows and a gray blanket were half haphazardly thrown over a corner. A clock on one wall, some pretty flower decor on the wall, and black curtains on the window.

"And this," he blushed lightly. "Is the bedroom."

He pushed open the door again and I was taken aback for a different reason.

"Wow." He nodded. "Yeah. It's my private space so I keep everything I like in here." The bedroom was on a wood floor with a fluffy orange carpet, and black bedding was over a mattress. Pretty simple stuff.

But the walls--

"Who are all these people?" I stared at each of the posters. They were all really pretty or handsome
Various species, too. Werewolves, vampires, cat shifters, demons, I'm pretty sure I even saw a fae.

"This is my favorite kind of music. I'll introduce it to you later. These are all my favorite groups!" All the men posted on the wall stared back. It was slightly unsettling.

"You think it's awkward for you?" Jiro scoffed ad he stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. "Imagine how I felt making out with him on that bed."

Imagining that just gave me the chills.

Hyeong scoffed and glared at Jiro. "That's why we do it at your place! It's not my fault you wanted to kiss me so bad you couldn't wait!"

Ah, they're so sweet.

The couple bickered for a little longer before Hyeong cleared his throat. "Anyways! After you get your things put up, Jiro and I will get you ready for your possible new job at the club!"

"I'm pretty sure you'll get it, you're way more behaved than some people." Hyeong rolled his eyes at Jiro's jab.

"This is not the time to play argue, Jiji." Jiro scowled at the nickname. "This is about us getting Cael here settled." They each helped me set up my stuff in the bedroom, my small amount of belongings, and showed me the ropes.

"--You're lucky I have some spare toothbrushes," Hyeong grumbled. "How do you forget to pack a toothbrush?" I blushed and looked away as he helped me set up my toiletries. "After this, I think we're good, right? Jiro took care of your clothes for you. The password to the apartment is 2910. Don't forget."

I repeated the number in my head. "Got it." He grinned. "Let's take a picture together. Jiji!" Jiro came out of the room annoyed by the banshee screech. "Pictures! To commemorate! Get your retro camera that prints them."

Jiro just snapped his fingers and a small, navy blue bag fell from seemingly nowhere into his awaiting hand. He unzipped it and pulled out a matching navy blue camera.

They put me in the middle and grinned. "Now...one, two three!"

"Cheese!" The flash was blindingly bright, but I smiled throughout.

"Beautiful!" Hyeong cheered, clapping his hands. "Let's take some more."

We took in total five pictures. Hyeong was fussing about the angles and the overall look of it while Jiro was distributing them out.

"Can I have that one? I want to send it to my family." I pointed out one in particular where I was smiling and Hyeong had two fingers over my head and Jiro was doing the same to Hyeong.

"Of course! Now then, I'm going to go call Master Zion and tell him about this. He's been on the look for a new waiter for a while anyway." He pulled a communicator from his pocket and strolled away, whistling.

Hyeong glanced at me through his fringe. "Tea?" I smiled. "Please and thank you."

He set to the kitchen and started playing a soft tune, with words I couldn't quite recognize but the beat was lovely. The smell of tea brewing filled the room, notes of jasmine tickling my nose.

"How different is it here versus where you come from? I remember how big of a shock it was when Ireland decided not to join the Coalesce."

I thought for a moment, then paused to thank him when he gave me a steaming teacup.

"I was raised pretty old-fashioned, to be honest. I lived with my father, uncle, and his familiar. He's a witch, you see? We lived in a little cottage in a human village."

"Oh? Sounds humble."

"Yeah. Nothing like around here." I took a sip of the tea. "This is delicious!"

"It's green tea with jasmine in it. I'm glad you like it."

It got slightly awkward as the soft music continued, the harmonized foreign voices blending.

"Want some dessert? JiJi! I'm ordering dessert, what do you want?" He stood up from his chair and wandered the house.

"--babe, he wants to meet Cael, we should go--" Hyeong shrieked as he tripped on the rug and Jiro caught him effortlessly in his arm, the other going to hold his head.

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, just breathing, unblinking. It was like they were each other's whole worlds.

"I'm in the mood for luk chup, how about you?" Jiro murmured, still holding onto Hyeong in that awkward position. "Sounds good. What flavor?"

"Pandan? Maybe get some cherry-flavored ones too for the crew."

"Sounds good," Hyeong grunted as he was pulled into a standing position and patted lovingly on the head. "I'm going to grab my uniform." Hyeong kissed Jiro on the cheek as he wandered off into the hall.

"What is Hyeong talking about? Luk chup?"

"It's a really good Thai dessert. And y'know, you don't have to call him Hyeong. His name is Minjoon."

"Master?" Minjoon shrieked. "Are you taking away my Hyeong rights?"

Jiro laughed. "My puppy has such amazing hearing."

Minjoon huffed and came out of the hall, a bag slung over his shoulder. "The luk chup got delivered. Let's grab it and get going. Come on!"