Bethrothal Gift

Chapter 12

                                                   "We see no etiquette in your eyes."

SeokJin carried Jimin back to his bedchamber and laid him down on the bed, then sat down by the edge to remove his own shoes.

A faint ambergris fragrance lingered on the tip of their noses, which was very soothing. The imperial bed was large enough to accommodate five to six people. Jimin rolled to the other side of the bed while curling himself into the quilt.

When SeokJin looked back, he saw a large gap between him and the young man: "..."

Very good. The other party was very self-conscious.

As a territorial Kim Emperor, he indeed didn't like being too close to people. 

Last night, the young man was ill and subconsciously sought for a heat source to snuggle into. Today, Jimin was fully awake, he knew how to draw a river-like line between the two.

...But there was this small, subtle displeasure.

SeokJin wasn't sure where this negative emotion came from...Perhaps because he was the one who always disdained others while never permitting them to avoid him.

He pulled down the drapery and gazed over at Jimin. "What are we going to be covered with, when you take all the quilt?"

Jimin started blankly for a moment before slowly releasing the bedding and reluctantly tossed a corner to the older man.

SeokJin grabbed it and took the entire quilt impolitely.

He was the Emperor of Kim, there was no reason for him to share with others.

Last night, there was no point in bickering with the ill.

Jimin obediently sat down on his knees. "Your Majesty, can you share a small portion with this subject?"

There was an indescribable itch in SeokJin's heart before he deliberately made things difficult. "No."

Reckoning, Jimin asked, "Then add another quilt?"

SeokJin emphasised by dragging out the word, "No."

Jimin: "?"

This was not the Kim Emperor. Who was this childish brat sulking for some unknown reason?

SeokJin glanced at him, covered himself with the quilt, and turned his back to the younger man. Not intending to tend to him.

Jimin was shivering in his thin robe on this cold night.

...Well, not entirely true. The inside of the pavilion was warm and cozy due to the heating. But it didn't change the fact it was a cold winter's night outside; one would still catch a cold without a quilt.

After a moment's thought, Jimin reconsidered, and without another word, he lunged forward to snatch the quilt from the Kim Emperor.

The moment Jimin launched his attack, SeokJin perceived this. 

How could a cautious man like himself easily leave his back unguarded to his opponent? It has become a habit to take precautions at all times. Almost immediately, he reacted as if he was about to grab Jimin's throat.

But Jimin's voice was quicker, "If Your Majesty is not willing to share it, then please forgive this subject for fighting for it."

SeokJin's hand paused, and Jimin successfully snatched half of the quilt away.

SeokJin's sharp eyes lifted upward slightly. "Jimin, do you not fear death?"

No one had ever dared to be so bold in front of him.