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Jeonghan breathed out softly, putting his weight into his arms as he leaned against the railing of the balcony. He looked up at the moon, which shone brightly that night. He shut his eyes and relaxed, humming a familiar tune to himself.

His mother used to sing to him when she was happier; before she found out the king was being unfaithful. That was when the soft singing disappeared and it reappeared and took its form into tear-drunken words including slaps full of hate. Words that she would regret after a while, and he would cry along with her when she'd apologize.

She rarely came to his room nowadays for all that, though. There was something stopping her. Not guilt, or shame, or embarrassment, but–

"What are you thinking about?"

Jeonghan's eyes opened and he faced the source of those words. Seungcheol. "Nothing." Jeonghan mutters, stretching a little. Seungcheol was the knight that was recently assigned to stay with him. The reason Jeonghan's mother hasn't given him those visits.

Jeonghan examined him with a deadpan expression for a moment before turning away once again. The reason his father assigned Seungcheol to him was probably because he felt guilty. Seeing the bruises on Jeonghan's face, probably being his fault. Was it really guilt? Maybe wanting to make sure the goods weren't damaged before he gave Jeonghan away?

"Don't lie." Jeonghan laughed bitterly as Seungcheol snaked his arms around Jeonghan's waist, kissing the younger man's jaw gently.

The only good use Seungcheol was to Jeonghan, his body. He was good at relieving Jeonghan's stress.

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"What? She's making a new book while leaving all her others not updated?"
Yes, you're right, I have done it again
I'm sorry, I have inspiration and when it does come all I can do is write it all before it's gone, I love you uhuu
Anyway, have this jeongcheol fic because I recently started stanning svt and i love them with all my heart. I also have inspiration for two verkwan fics kill me.
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- zee, 2018
p.s. dont expect lemons, im a pure fifteen-year-old