Masked King | m.yg p.jm

𝐙𝐖𝐄𝐈

Min Yoongis dark eyes were fixing the boy in front of him.

He was actually on the way to a meeting with a minister, but when he saw that the slave market was open, and he had some time left, the blonde decided to pay it a visit.

"A new slave, sire?" Park Jinyoung had asked. He had a dialect from the Kim Kingdom, that you couldn't overhear.

His eyes were a hazelnut brown, which wasn't really common in the Min Kingdom, and it let people stare at him sometimes. He always had his sword on his belt, ready to protect his king with his own life.

Jinyoung was loyal to Min Yoongi. He was his private guard. Always following the king.

He wasn't wearing as fancy clothes as Yoongi, but he enjoyed his basic not extravagant clothing.

"Didn't you get one like a month ago, or so?"

The king hadn't even glanced at him. "I have high standarts," he had answered and got off the horse. He had given the reins to one of his guards. "You better watch it."

After this he had entered the market followed by his companion Jinyoung.

That's what happened before Yoongi saw him.

He wasn't any special to him. He looked young and was easily discribed as beautiful.

He could have easily just bought another one and never thought of the black haired beauty again.

But the moment he saw the slave there was a feeling in him. It was unknown to him, but his mind was telling him, that it would be good for his future to buy him so he did without even feeling any pain about the amount he would give away.

His mouth was automatically saying a very high sum of money, knowing no one here could beat him.

The folk did then notice him. Everyone was gasping in shock.

The king was known to often visit the slave market. But he had never given that much cash for a slave.

"His majesty, the king!" Jinyoung said to announce the presence of Min Yoongi.

Everyone got on their knees and bowed down, even Jimin did so because he was kicked in the hollow of the knee.

He twisted his face in pain as he landed on his knees.

"All hail the king!" they said to honor King Yoongi.

With a short hand gesture the blonde told them to stand up. He had no time for all of this.

"So, can I have the slave now? I guess no one wants to make a higher price." he only said bored.

"Of course your magesty!" the currently owner of Park Jimin said. He was an old fat man with a bald head. He was a known slave trader.

"Good," Yoongi said, "also, I don't like my stuff damaged. So teach your guards some manners." The king nodded to Jinyoung who was taking his sword and holding it on the throat of the man.

The bald one gulped. "I u-understand."

The blonde answered, "I hope so. I don't mind killing you and your guards."

The slave trader nodded and made a gesture with his right hand. "Give him the slave. It's the kings! And don't hurt him. I won't lose my head because of you!"

Jimin was grabbed on his arm and brought to the blonde.

The king smirked and put his hand under Jimins chin, holding it up and looking directly in the slaves brown eyes.

Only yet he noticed the color of them. They weren't dark or hazelnut brown. They were amber brown.

This was the second person he had seen with this eye colour.

"You indeed look lovely."