Almost Killing the Prince | Minsung ✓

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Jisung thought that he and Minho couldn't be any farther apart.

Minho provoked while Jisung would stand by. He would fight and Jisung would defend. He was a storm with his words while Jisung was a mere breeze.

And the same thought seemed to always cross Jisung's mind whenever he interacted with Minho, albeit not much. He would always think, "He's supposed to be the crown prince?" He was the farthest thing from a crown prince! He almost tied up Minho again, but he reminded himself that the prince's safety came first.

However, as Jisung watched him getting chased by a guard dog, taking merchant wares and trying to throw it at the beast chasing him, Jisung couldn't help but stare and watch. People gasped and yelled when Minho pushed them aside, murmuring things to each other as the bandit continued to run from the dog, almost running over a poor child if she hadn't run out of the way.

Leaning against the teahouse, Jisung pursed his lips into a smug smile when Minho finally got the dog off his tail. The older was panting when he got back to Jisung, hands on his hips and eyes screwed shut. Throwing his head back as Jisung snorts at his dramatic reenaction. The older only glared at him, his face dusted pink and the warm temperature and his dark hanbok didn't make it any better.

"I thought you were a bandit?" Jisung questioned with a small hum, Minho sighing as he leaned against the wall beside Jisung. The younger fanned him with his hand, only making Minho swat it away and scoff at the attempt to mock him.

"As a- As a bandit, I don't have to deal with- with guard dogs," Minho huffed, swallowing hard. His eyes went from the dirt to Jisung, the younger shaking his head at the bandit's poor attempt to steal something. Really, Jisung expected more from Minho, and the older seemed to notice the small disappointed frown on his lips, smacking his arm.

"I told you not to steal from houses," Jisung rolled his eyes, rubbing his arm. "Always go for smaller things- they're usually more valuable, anyway."

"We could've just stayed in one spot, and waited for anyone to pass by," Minho suggested with a slight arch of his eyebrow.

"We were waiting all day yesterday and no one came by! I'm so sick of waiting-" The younger exclaimed. Patting Minho's chest with his knuckles, he gestures to a nearby merchant, whose customers all calmed down from Minho's eccentric display. "Watch and learn."

Jisung walks toward the nearest the merchant, glancing over the customer's shoulder to look over the merchant's wares.

They weren't anything special- most likely fake as he picked one up and scratched at the gold. Jisung wondered how many customers this merchant fooled. What caught Jisung's eye, however, was this woman that stood next to him, smiling and going on her toes to look over the others' shoulders. She looked rich, with her gold embedded hairpin and bright colored hanbok with detailed embroidery. She had a delicate necklace on too- something Jisung could sell for a lot. Seven or eight silver bars at most, maybe more if he sweet-talked the merchant he could sell it to.

And looking back towards Minho to make sure the bandit was watching him, he smiles smugly. Though was waved off with a small roll of the other's eyes.

"Excuse me, miss," Jisung bows to the woman who smiled at him, covering her mouth and a small giggle. "Are you trying to look at something?"

"Yes. The necklace over there-" she goes on her toes, pointing at a silver necklace, embedded with gold and small gems. "I can't really see anything from back here, but that caught my eye."

Jisung squeezes past the other customers, taking the fake necklace. He heads back to the woman, who clasped her hands together with a small gasp.

"It looks like it's made of silver and gold and sapphire. The sapphire's polished well, so it's expensive- maybe it came from Baekje? I heard their jewelry is to die for."