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~Jungwoo~
"Off, runt." A rough voice sounded, and Jungwoo was forcefully pushed off of the small carriage that carried him a few more servants to this castle. Jungwoo landed nicely on the soles of his feet, and he looked around at the sight that beheld him. A silver castle with blue and golden linings, matching the color of the carriage he rode in, but much more elegant with the lightly tinted windows and the glitter on some side decorations that his carriage didn't have. He had expected a lot less from a royal family, and was elated once he realized he might be getting a good ride to his new master's house, or a ride in general. The other servants sighed and gasped in awe, and Jungwoo already knew that they were new to this job. They didn't know what was to behold them in this castle.

Jungwoo stuck his hands in his pockets and turned to a random guard who was to greet the servants and looked at him levally, though the only thing in the guard's eyes were disgust. "Hi, as you know, I'm new here. Can you direct me towards some oaf named Lucas? I'm supposed to be his servant for the time being." The guard gasped and poked Jungwoo with the blunt end of his spear, though the servant didn't budge.

"Don't talk about Prince Lucas that way! He is of royal blood, someone of such lowly breeding like you could never understand." Jungwoo raised a brow and sighed.

"I guess I'll just find him myself," he murmered, trying to get through the guard, but got blocked by the stick instead.

"I will not allow you in until you beg on your hands and knees for mine and his royal highness's forgiveness!" The guard barked, moving his hand to force Jungwoo down. Jungwoo was starting to get irritated, and before the guard could lay a single finger on the smaller male, he got his hand slapped away and arm twisted in an awkward angle as Jungwoo used the moment to kick him hard in the groin. The guard crumpled to the ground, clutching the area in between his legs and rolling around the floor, spewing creative curses at the servant. Jungwoo knew he had made a scene, and he didn't really care. The guard deserved that, honestly.

Ignoring the many whispers of the crowd, he ventured on and through the crowd of people surrounding him and whispering, and pushed open the doors of the palace, prepared to scour the whole place looking for this bumbling oaf he was to serve.

~Lucas~
Lucas watched the scene unfold from his private quarters, sipping on a warm cup of tea that was given to him half an hour ago and had gone cold. He decided to sip it slowly as he watched the guard attempt to block a gray-haired male dressed in unruly clothing. Lucas wasn't able to see his face, but he was able to see his body, and that was good enough. Something was turned on in him, and he couldn't help but stare at the newcomer as he twisted his enemy's arm behind his back and gave him a quick kick to the groin and walked through.

Lucas scoffed at how easily the guard went down and how effortless the gray-haired seemed to do it. This person was supposed to be the people who protected him from enemies and invaders? Pathetic. He got beaten by a measly servant. Lucas took another sip of his tea and looked down once again, surprised to see a crowd of other servants whispering as they were rounded up by other guards that were called down.

The gray-haired beauty was nowhere to be seen .

Scanning the crowd for the silvery gray hair, he failed to do so and only sighed, thinking of the possibilities. Was it possible that he had gotten taken away by another guard, after so easily taking down one? Perhaps, though it was unlikely. Was he even a servant in the first place? Did he just run away? What if- Lucas didn't get to finish his thought as the door to his private quarters burst open with a loud bang as the front of it hit the neat walls. He nearly dropped his tea, though he admit that he jumped up just the slightest bit. Straightening his posture and placing the tea down, Lucas turned around on his wheely chair and was met with a beautiful gray-haired male.

Not just any beautiful gray-haired male.

The gray-haired male he was looking for, showing up right when he was searching. Lucas observed him, from his soft eyes and petite lips, to his skinny frame and nice as- I mean what? The newcomer growled and slammed the door shut behind him as he walked forward a bit. "I know you're eye-raping me and all, but save that for later. I'm assuming you're this Lucas dude, right? Yeah, hi. I'm Jungwoo and I'm you're new servant or whatever. You can eye-rape me after I find my bed and can hide from you. How does that sound?"

Lucas chuckled. A soft tone, but sharp words. Haughty and rude, unlike how most servants were. Most servants bowed down to him and quivered at his very presence. This new servant though, Jungwoo, was a completely different story. Lucas sensed no fear, just annoyance and boredom coming from the shorter male. Lucas smirked. His attitude wouldn't last much longer, but this is how he liked his playthings. Resilient and making him work to make them scream. It was a bit extra work, but the final result was always more satisfying than normal people.

"Of course. I can't promise you the hiding one, but how would you like to sleep in one of the higher-class rooms?" Lucas stood up and slowly dragged his hands over the wooden work table in front of him and slowly approached Jungwoo, who maintained a defiant glare. "Say, something like my room?" He was now standing in front of Jungwoo, trying to intimidate him, but all he got was a scoff and surprisingly, their eye contact still remained, unwavering.

"I would rather go back to the slums than sleep with scum like you," Jungwoo spat. Lucas clutched his chest mockingly.

"I am so offended. How could you do this to me?" Lucas asked, making his tone go up and down to be even more dramatic. Jungwoo glared and abruptly turned around, yanking open the door and stepping outside.

"Bye, bitch. Wake me up tomorrow if you want your morning tea or whatever. I'll find the servant's quarters myself."

~Jungwoo~
I was about to walk out and find my new room myself, but a sudden burst of power overtook my mind.

I want to stay with Lucas.
Lucas is my everything.
I will obey Lucas's every command.
Lucas is my master and I am here to make him feel pleasured.
I will not resist Lucas's control, and will turn around, begging for forgiveness for my ignorance.

I grit his teeth and dug my nails into my palms. Manipulation. Lucas was using Manipulation on me to make me a submissive Omega. My brain told my body to turn around, and that's what I did. It forced my head to look up, look at Lucas. See how he was a hundred times more beautiful. How he was ethereal. It told me to walk forward and cower in his presence. But, I just stood there, fighting for control over my brain, making a wall between me and Lucas.

Lucas is- GET THE FUCK OUT
I will- LUCAS, ASSHOLE GET OUT OF MY BRAIN! SUCK MY DICK, ASSHOLE.
Lu- I. SAID. OUT.

And with those words, my brain was released and Lucas looked at me, back to his normal yet still handsome self with a surprised look in his eyes. I ran away, like a coward. I ran and ran, avoiding nobles and house staff alike, until I reached a dirty section of the castle, where there were rooms and a rusted sign reading "Servants". I got myself a room near a window, slammed it shut, and locked myself in until I was called.

Like the disobedient Omega I was.