The kings obsession

Chapter 1

Doyoung groaned as he rolled out of his bed. He shuddered as he threw the blanket off him, it was way to cold for school-as if he had a choice. The wooden floors of his hanok were way too cold. It was nearly winter now. Sighing he threw on his plain white robes adding an extra layer for warmth. Grabbing his book bag he made his way out his house stopping infront of the tiny picture frame on the wall, the picture frame preserving the only memory of his parents he had.

He stared at his moms enchanting smile, laughing in the embrace of his father while holding doyoung in her arms. Doyoung smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek.

 "Im 17 today mom" Doyoung said Wiping the tear he pulled his shoes on and slide the door open rushing out.

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"10 years ago , there was a huge war between the 2 kingdoms ( The Jung and the Kim). The Jungs emerged victorious but were assassinated after the war. Korea was never the same. Over the 10 years the Jungs developed quickly taking over nearly half of Asia being the strongest reigning empires in history. After the Jungs got assassinated his son his majesty Jung Jaehyun took over the throne at the young age of 16" the Teacher said, flinching when mentioning the king.

Doyoung clenched his fists. The war was the reason his parents died, and many others. 

"Loosen up Doyoung, you might accidently punch someone " 

His best friend Taeyong said. Doyoung smiled "Your right". Taeyong and Doyoung had been friends for about 5 years, both being orphans, and Doyoung loved him alot. "I think its stupid how much everyone fears him, hes human like us. "So what if he's the king" Doyoung said as they walked down the streets. Doyoung panics punching his shoulder " Don't say that Doyong, you don't want someone to accidently hear you. Doyoung just shrugs shrugs his shoulders. "Hey its really cold, perfect time for some steaming soup dumplings don't ya think?

Just as Doyoung was about to reply he heard someone yell "make way".

Doyoung grabbed Taeyongs arm pulling him to the side of the street. "Kneel Taeyong" he said his voice full of fear. The sound of horses approaching as everyone  kneeled. Doyoung was full of fear, this was his first time being even in the same area as the feared king. He could get his eyes stabbed out just for looking the wrong way. He gulped under his breath as he hear the horses approach. "The king is arriving." Someone announced. Why would the king be here in this marketplace filled with peasants. Doyoung kept his eyes on the floor too scared to even think of looking up. The once noisy marketplace completely silent.  

Doyoung could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat, beating like crazy. All of a sudden he felt something crawling up his leg. This cannot be happening Doyoung thought to himself slowing looking down towards his leg. A Spider was crawling up his leg. Before he even realized Doyoung jumped up shrieking in fear. He HATED insects more then anything. Doyoung swatted the spider away before realizing what he had just done. Slowly turning his head to look infront of him. He was screwed. There standing only a few feet away was the king. Jung Jaehyun. Doyoung didnt dare to move. Then he felt a hand grab his arm.

  "How dare you rise infront of the king" the solider spits harshly. 

"I-I-I im so-" before Doyoung could finish his sentance he hears a deep voice. " Bring him here".That must have been the king. Doyoung was so so so screwed. He shuts his eyes as he feels himself being dragged to the king. "oh god please dont let me die like this" Doyoung chants in his head.

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Doyoung could feel the presence infront of him. Too scared to move he keeps his eyes shut facing downwards. " Open your eyes" he heard the king say. Doyoung gulped, his mouth suddenly feeling super dry. Slowly lifting his head up he opened his eyes. God must have sculpted the king himself, for truly he was a work of art.

" What is your name?" he asks. Doyoung gulps again too scared to speak. Hes heard stories, far too many. People have had their tongues cut out of their throats just because the king felt like it. One wrong move and Doyoung was a dead man.

" Park Beom" Doyoung blurts out. Shit. Shit.Shit. Why would he lie? That was like asking for a death wish. Doyoung felt like crying, how had he even got in this situation. He just wanted to go home. He then felt a hand on his chin lifting his head up. The king was mounted on a horse, making him already way taller then the short Doyoung. The king said nothing, just stared into Doyoung's eyes. Then he mumbled just loud enough for Doyoung to catch it.

"Pretty"

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Hi guys im so sorry if this a really boring chapter but its just getting started, i swear itll get better

:3. Enjoyy!