You thought you know what a plot twist was? Well, let's redefine that real quick.
What if the famous screenwriter Jay Park met his arch-rival in the movie industry Yang Jungwon and were to challenge him to win this one director's favour to get the s...
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Success in his hands, Jay managed to make Jungwon return to him and only him. Though the boy had been for a while too silent to call it save.
"Little prince?" Jay calling Jungwon like that almost happened naturally by now. It felt like this name was just made for him.
But that was a one-sided opinion. It was just a reminder for the crown prince of what their relationship was like and what the reason for him bringing the second prince here was.
With the traditional performer in his peripheral vision, Jungwon smiled at Jay. The return of dimples inevitable. "Perform for me." His dark brown eyes held the whole galaxy while glittering in the light.
The screenwriter felt somehow uneasy because of that look. His gaze travelled to the traditional dancer with transparent long ribbons in his hands.
"You don't want to?" The crown prince asked, sadness completely taking over his face.
"Shouldn't you fulfil your husband's every wish?" He mumbled almost as if in confusion, but still purposefully loud enough for Jay to hear.
Jay only noticed now that Jungwon looked exactly like in the courtroom. This oh-so miserable sadness misleading you to wanting to do anything for him, but it only had one purpose: revenge.
Jay had known from the beginning that this sudden change in person was a red flag, so why did he decide to be colour-blind?
He wasn't that stupid to think the crown prince didn't have an ulterior motive. He knew him, he wrote him, after all. So why did he feign ignorance?
(Maybe it were the dimples' fault... it were the dimples' fault.)
Jungwon leaned towards him, one corner of his lips almost invisibly rising. "Why? Do you look down on performers?"
He was asking a prince, a royal figure, if he looked down on his people. He was practically forcing him at this point.
This shit of a cat fake was trying to humiliate him behind closed doors (well, in front of all the people he could control) so the king wouldn't know.
He wasn't planning to forgive and fall in love with Jay. He was rebuilding his pride after this fiasco in the courtroom or wedding chamber or — whatever it was that made him so bitter had with one hundred percent grown on the screenwriter's responsibility.
Jungwon had faked his smile the whole time. His dimples were insincere. And Jay almost fell for it.
Maybe he had gotten too ahead of himself to think Yang Jungwon was easy.
The second prince still seemed to be in minus seven and had to return to zero to make plus points.
And then there was this sudden threat named Kim Sunoo. Seriously, where was Sunghoon when you needed him?
