Win | Jung Wooyoung

11

Just one day into the trip and you were regretting bringing Yeosang along with you.

You were regretting ever appointing Yeosang to be your Right Hand.

"So she sees your back before we enter the office, and goes, 'that's one hot back-'"

"Yeosang, that's enough-"

"And then," Yeosang continued, ignoring the death glare you were passing, leaning even further forward as if whispering a secret to none other than Park Seonghwa, "don't even ask me about the gasp that left her when you turned-"

"Kang Yeosang!" You kicked his leg and he yelped, "That is enough! Ignore him, Seonghwa. He tends to exaggerate things a little."

"Well," Seonghwa grinned, "I'd like to know if you really think I have a hot back, Your Highness."

Mortified, you pursed your lips as you ignored him and stared out of the window. Yeosang and Seonghwa continued to grin. You glared at Seonghwa. "I really think you should keep travelling in your own carriage, Colonel Park."

Seonghwa finally laughed. "It's okay. I've been told that I have a nice back often, though none of the remarks have been as direct. Makes me more confident that you think so too."

"You're the Minister of Defence," you gaped at him while Yeosang chuckled deeply.

"Do I have a nice front too?" Seonghwa flicked his bangs back and you sighed, looking up in defeat.

"She does think you'd make a hot father-"

"Yeosang!" You interrupted, forgetting all manners and putting a hand over his mouth as you slapped him with the other. "If you don't shut up right now, I'll tell Seonghwa all about the time you saw the Princess of Utopia and thought-"

"Okay," Yeosang broke free and slumped back. "Okay. I'll shut up now."

"Wait," Seonghwa wasn't having any of it. "I'd make a hot... father?"

"God take my soul out of my body right now and take me away from my misery-" your prayer was interrupted with Yeosang laughing out loud and unclasping your hands from prayer position.

"Let me explain, it's not as bad as it sounds," Yeosang couldn't even form proper words while laughing so hard. "By hot father figure, she doesn't necessarily mean a literal father- wait, it does sound worse."

"This is why you should shut up," you begged, turning to Seonghwa. "I just think you're hot, okay? Let's end it right there and forget we had the conversation."

"Oh," Seonghwa's ears were now flushed.

"And I'm not interested in you for the record," you grinned- Seonghwa being an old friend was the reason you two were casual with him like this. "Well, I would have been but..."

"Ah, don't worry," Seonghwa shook his head furiously. "I know a certain someone has caught your eye."

"Wow, I really should work on my stealth, huh?" You looked at Yeosang who glared at you as if to say 'point proven'.

"No, you should work more on lying expertly," Seonghwa laughed out loud and you gaped at him. "I had my suspicions but you just confirmed them. Your stealth is fine- Wooyoung is to blame."

"Ah," you scoffed. "You're both testing my patience."

"Anyways," Seonghwa changed the topic, "What I'm more interested in is what Yeosang thinks about the Princess of Utopia."

"That is not something that should even be said out loud," Yeosang began but you smiled devilishly- it was time for sweet revenge.

"If the Princess wasn't a wife to the Prince of Utopia already, I'm sure Yeosang would have made use of his natural charms," you laughed while Yeosang hid his very red face. "It was when we went to visit two years ago- he would have passed a flirty remark to the Princess had I not stopped him."