Kept

First Impressions

King Ahnjong POV

There

Was

A

HAN

In

My

House.

And my son was kissing him.

No, My son was married to him,  lest my ears deceived me. I couldn't form words, I only shook my head slowly, pinching the bridge of my nose as the last few moments replayed in my mind, trying to make sense of them.

Minho and Felix had entered with two others- a largely muscled one and the smaller, meek one dressed in all black. Minho had introduced him as Jisung... his wife. 

I groaned.

I knew he was the youngest Han prince, even if Minho hadn't offered that piece of information. Did he thihnk I wouldn't know every single member of my swore enemy's family? damn that boy... Then he'd unabashedly kissed him in front of me, like...like it was no big deal.

It was a big fucking deal.

Massive.

Astronomically, kingdom tumblingly huge.

I would not lose my composure. I would not lose my composure... I chanted inwardly. I took a deep steadying breath, finding Felix's gaze on me, knowing he was reading my mood through my aura.

"Father..." he spoke calmly. "Are you.... well?" he asked.

His sweet eyes watched me as I searched for words, nodding in response even if I felt like I was going to have a stroke at any moment. "Fine." I nodded finally. "I'm fine, Felix, thank you." I smiled warmly at him.

I ignored Minho and his new spouse who held the power to crumble us all and instead gestured to the other young man who seemed calm, but unmoving. "And who,  is this?" I asked as a way of distracting myself from the matter at hand that had suddenly overshadowed every other problem I'd been wading through since noon.

"My bodyguard." Jisung said quietly, bowing toward me sheepishly.

"My boyfriend." Felix said in unison, tearing my attention from my new son-in-law.

Boyfriend? Boyfriend? I exclaimed inwardly. Gods, were they trying to kill me?! I hadn't even known my second son was attracted to men, let alone dating one... and the personal security of the Han prince at that. How much more interwoven had my children gotten themselves into my rival's house? I needed to sit down. 

"Hhhnng." I groaned as I felt my way back to my desk chair, sinking into the buttery leather seat far less gracefully than befitted a king, my head spinning at the deluge of revelations thrown at me.

"Father?" Minho asked, sudden alarm in his tone. He strode forward, checking my pulse, fanning me with his hands. "Lix, grab a water yeah?" he ordered and it never failed to surprise me how efficiently he took on the role of caretaker, leader.