Jisung seemed to like the quiet- actually. It was very peaceful out here in the village.
It was considerably farther from the towns and strayed from the main dirt road, but Minho seemed to be used to the small greetings villagers gave each other, plowing through the farm- like he wasn't a bandit or a king. Maybe that was a third identity to the mysterious man he followed. Maybe he was also a hardworking farmer- a king living among peasants and doing their work.
"Yah, are you just going to sit there?" Minho pants, wiping the sweat from his forehead and turning to Jisung with an arched eyebrow.
Jisung perked up from his spot under the shade of a tree, knitting his eyebrows together.
Minho didn't look like a king or a bandit. He didn't talk or act like one either. With his peasant hanbok's sleeves rolled up and pants too, he looked like a regular commoner, working for their family or working for a debt. He talked like the commoners, but once in a while, his proper, noble accent would jump out (though rarely, and the older would immediately correct himself if it did). He wasn't like that fierce bandit or king that fought him. He didn't have the characteristics of taunting when he and Jisung fought in the blacksmith's- he wasn't living by the sword now, unlike before.
He only had a plow.
Minho sighs, sitting beside Jisung with a huff, using his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his face and neck. There were other people working the farm, but it seemed that Minho was the only one in this area of the field. Even so, Minho worked hard and finished most of his work except for the areas farthest away.
"Why do you farm?" Jisung asks, Minho turning to him with a scrunched face.
"Why do you ask so many questions?"
"I'm just curious," Jisung mumbles with a small shrug. "I mean- You're a king... A bandit... And a farmer?"
"Yah, keep your voice down- actually just don't bring up anything about Baekje or royalty. No one in this village really knows of my heritage."
"But why are you farming? I thought you steal from others. Surely you wouldn't need to... to..." Jisung trails off, eyeing Minho with his knitted eyebrows heavy on his forehead, a frown on his lips that only added to Minho's scoff.
"You know, instead of doing nothing, you should learn how to do some of this," Minho smiles bitterly, handing the plow to Jisung. "You want to follow me? Great, I'm not going to babysit you. Now get out to the field!"
Jisung huffs, Minho pushing him to his feet and gesturing to the rest of the unworked field.
"But- Minho, I don't know how to do any of this-"
The younger glanced back at Minho who waved him off, shutting his eyes and leaning against the tree. He didn't flinch or even give Jisung another glance even if the younger kept on calling his name.
Today was going to be a long day.
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Jisung decided that farming wasn't his forte. As Minho wasn't great at pickpocketing, Jisung wasn't good at farming- holding the plow and turning dirt for hours and all that. Someone might say that he wasn't trying his hardest at farming. But he wasn't even taught- much more seen anyone farm before, especially when he came from a background of sword fighting and stealing. In all honesty, the plow might be the farthest cousin from the sword!
Minho wasn't helping much either- only replaced Jisung under the shade of a nearby tree. He eyed Jisung, working hard on the field and trying to figure the best way to do it without hurting anyone or himself. With his arms crossed and his dark eyes never leaving the younger, he was clearly judging the younger which made something burn in Jisung.
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Almost Killing the Prince | Minsung ✓
Fanfiction[C O M P L E T E D] The last thing Jisung thought would threaten his life was a job offer and a crown prince. He'd think alcohol poisoning would get to him first, or the menace of Goguryeo guards at his heels. But here he was, at the mercy of the c...
