Runaway Prince |Choi Beomgyu|

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Beomgyu laid his head against his arms as he tapped his finger on his father's desk.

Luna's nervous habit had rubbed off on him after a few days and every time his brain felt like it was trapped in the gutter, he would tap his hands on the table to somehow calm himself down.

He hadn't sat there since his first day of work, after that, his spot near the window was his go-to. But now he felt like sitting there, maybe his father's wisdom came from the chair, and some could rub off on him.

Being the king was clouding his brain. All he could hear in his head are Luna's pleas.

Just because she asked him, he was already feeling like that's what he needs to do, but he was starting to question whether it was his own decision or his love for Luna making him want to agree.

He was confident to be the king. He knew what he was doing for years since he realized the responsibility as the eldest in the family. His father taught him and trained him for years on end. It was intimidating to be in that office, but he wasn't scared.

The thing he never wanted to risk was his freedom.

Being able to meet other people and talk to others openly. Not being told what to do and not having to care if he moves to one side or the other. He wouldn't have to care about other's opinions.

But as a king, that's all you do. You don't satisfy your own needs, but everyone else's.

Am I being selfish?

Beomgyu shook his head at the thought.

I'm also thinking of Luna. I refuse to be with anyone else but her.

If they actually married, she'd be in that castle, stuck just like his mother had been. Not having the bar or seeing Ms. Tem. She'd be the queen consort, open to everyone's horrible words and treatment, at a vulnerable spot where she had no way to defend herself.

"You need to be the king."

He let out a sigh as he lifted his head and looked around the office. The curtains were closed, and the room was dark, the only thing lighting his sight is the small light over the desk.

He ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the chair, before looking at the drawers on the desk.

He had never dared to open them. All of the important documents were taken from his father's desk a few days after his death, and then returned to Beomgyu's hands. He never used the drawers.

He let his curiosity win and he opened them one by one, most of them being empty. He almost discarded the last one as hopeless too, but he opened it and stopped in his tracks.

The old notebook Beomgyu had found at Luna's bar and had handed to his father was sitting right there on its own.

He grabbed it out and placed it on the desk, before flipping through it. He saw the policies he had suggested, the stories he wrote about the villagers, and saw everything that he wished could be fixed.

Beomgyu felt tears in his eyes as some of the policies were marked with a pen, circled and underlined. His father had been looking at them, and placing them into practice, adding more information to them and action plans.

A small smile broke out on his lips as he felt like he was seeing his father grade his papers. Little messages like 'Good' and 'Great' were written all over and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. His father considered his words good, and his plans great.

He flipped to the last page, seeing a note.

Dear Beomgyu,

I looked through this and analyzed it. Thought I would return it to its rightful owner.