The Killer and the Artist(Hiatus)

Welp (5)

A/n- Enjoy. Btw the "Joe" in here is referring to "JoCat" on YouTube. Also sorry if the spacing is weird - Cecil



Hosuh smoothed his silver tail coat down as he stopped right outside of Stephens room. The silver of the coat complemented the black pants and white gloves. It was as if his body gradually got brighter. 

Hosuh knocks on Stephens door, getting a "just come in peasant" by the purple haired king.

Hosuh opens the oak wood door to the princes room and walks in, the room was dark only lighted with a single lamp, sitting upon Stephen's nightstand.

"H-Hello your highness...I was called?" Hosuh says, standing near the door shuffling his feet and playing with his hands nervously.

"Indeed" Stephen says humming, looking up to Hosuh who stood by the door.

Stephens face held a neutral face, showing no emotion making Hosuhs nerves spike more. Stephen leans forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. They stared at each other for a moment before Hosuh backed down, looking to the floor. 

 Stephen stands up and walks over to the smaller "Hosuh. I'm famished go get me some tarts and tea" 

Hosuh pauses for a moment, still wondering how on earth this prince knew his name.


"Well?" Stepehen says, snapping Hosuh from his thoughts.


Hosuh bows in respect "u-uh! Yes s-sir right way" he backs up and opens the door, running out towards the kitchen. 

Once in their he sees one of his close friends, Joe. They had meant when Hosuh first got to the Palace. It was a very bad day for Hosuh when they meant, and meeting Joe made it all better. It made working here better. 

Joe's eyes go wide seeing his friend, he was worried for him sense he had just been called to the council and Joe hadn't seen the shorter or got any updates sense that morning when he left. 

Joe hands his half peeled potato to another worker as he ran to Hosuh, hugging him. 

"HOSUH! I'm so glad you're okay. I heard you got called down to the council and I assumed the worst and-...wait, why did you go there? Are you okay?" Joe says and after a moment pulled back from the hug and started to search the younger for any harm.

"I-I'm Fine" Hosuh says hugging Joe back when he hugged. "I'm...I'm sorta a personal servant for Prince Stephen?" He says scratches the back of his head nervously. 

"The Prince Stephen?" He says with a shiver, he's heard story's of this man. Stephen was a rude arrogant person, and if he didn't get what he wanted he would do everything in his power to get it.

Hosuh nods, starting to make his way around the kitchen making a plate of tarts and starting to make tea.

"Does he hurt you? You look nice in your new uniform." Joe says, following Hosuh around the kitchen.

Hosuh chuckles "Joe, I've only been working this part for today. I'm not sure yet. And thanks"

Joe groans and puts his hands on Hosuhs shoulders "I'm just worried is all Hosuh..." 

Hosuh gave him a reassuring smile "I'll be fine, I promise"

And with that Hosuh made his way back to the very interesting Prince Stephens room, plate of tarts and a cup of tea in hand.

Before he could knock the door was opened quickly as Stephen reaches out, grabbing Hosuh and pulling him in the room.

"Wh-what-?!" Hosuh yelps out, trying to keep balance of the tray as he is pulled in the princes room. 

"Took you long enough" Stephen says, slamming his door after Hosuh is in and taking the tray from Hosuhs hands.



"S-sorry" Hosuh says, rubbing his arm as Stephen puts the tray on his night stand. grabbing a tart.

Needless to say, Hosuh knew this job was going to make his days at the Palace more.... interesting?

(more interesting? Fuck Stephen imma take Hosuh and give him all the love he needs -Jor)

Hope you liked! Gosh I dislike making the storys here. It's annoying how it keeps deleting lmao - Cecil