Runaway Prince |Choi Beomgyu|

21

Beomgyu wrote on the notebook as he sat on the carpet next to his bed.

A knock on his door made him look up but he ignored it as it opened, knowing that it was just his mother.

"What are you doing on the floor? You spent too much time in the village." His mother questioned as she shook her head. "Come sit at your desk."

"I feel more comfortable here." He said softly as he continued writing.

"You used to sit at your desk." The queen tilted her head making Beomgyu shrug his shoulders. "Are you still thinking about it? It's been a month, child."

Beomgyu raised his eyebrows as he looked up for a few seconds, before looking back down at the notebook.

"What do you even write on that old thing? You have better ones on the desk and in your library. You hold on to that, and you're holding onto that village girl." She said with a bit of spite in her voice as she grabbed the notebook that Beomgyu used to write on, tossing it on the bed behind Beomgyu.

Beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows as he closed his.

"I don't like you talking about Luna and your village like that. That's your people mother, why do you act like you're better than them?" He asked softly as he carefully placed the notebook on his nightstand.

"Because we are-"

"We're not."

"You won't be a good leader if you're so soft."

"I'm not soft, I'm just rational. I have feelings that I acknowledge, and I know what I do and say that is wrong, something that you don't seem to do." He shook his head as he stood up, going towards a small table in the corner to grab a drink.

The queen shook her head as well, placing her hands on her hips, disappointed as she watched her son pour himself a glass of wine.

"You didn't drink before."

"That was before, mother." Beomgyu said under his breath as he took a shameless sip.

"I don't like that you drink."

"I don't like that you think you have a say in that matter."

Beomgyu walked over to the couch and sat down, taking his shoes off.

"I am not appreciative of your behavior, Choi Beomgyu." The queen crossed her arms as she walked towards him.

There was another small knock on the door and a few maids walked inside, bringing in Beomgyu and the queen's lunch.

Beomgyu watched them place down the plates and shook his head.

"Do you mind setting my food on my desk?"

"Why?" His mother questioned with a strict tone.

"I don't want to eat next to you."

The maids froze their movement, not knowing what to do and who to follow.

"That is a childish move, Beomgyu."

"Our thoughts don't align. You're different than everyone else, and different from me, so why would I sit in a table with you?"

"I never said you were different. You're nothing like the village people."

Beomgyu chuckled as he heard those words, standing up to sit at his desk with his wine glass.

"Why do you act like you belong with them? You don't!"

"They're not different from me. They're not any different from any of us. What makes you better than them? Your status? Your jewelry? Is that it? Because you seem rotten to me." Beomgyu scoffed as he shook his head.