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Jung Hoseok comes back home to Korea with his girlfriend, Amy, after spending 3 years in America. After visiting an ancient sight open to the public, where Amy wanted to learn more of her Korean heritage, Hoseok discovers a more hands...
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After spending another day alone in the sealed room, he had another visitor. It was Jimin, the peasant boy he first saw in his house with the small group that had kidnapped him here. He had more clothes draped around his arm.
"The king has invited you to a private dinner with him and a few other guests." He announced, walking in as if the room was his, a few serving girls behind him with water pots that were filling a tub behind a screen Hoseok had failed to notice before in the corner of the room.
"Oh. Um okay..." Hoseok acknowledged, not knowing what else to say. His hair was still disheveled from sleep, Jimin's knocking having just woke him up from all three hours he managed to catch.
"My name is Jimin, but you probably already knew that. You're Hoseok, the spy everyone's talking about." Jimin spoke matter-of-factly, flinging the new robe on the table.
Hoseok scoffed a bit in surprise. "I'm not a spy."
Jimin nodded, a smug look on his face. "That's what spies say."
Jimin walked closer and started to undo Hoseok's robes right in front of him, the latter stepping back abruptly.
"WOAH WOAH WOAH DUDE- bro- Mr. Jimin...." He raised his hands, snatching the ties out of Jimin's hands. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Jimin looked at him curiously. "You need a bath. I work for the king, so obviously it's my job to make sure you look... decent. You think I like this?" He raised his eyebrows, corners of his lips lifted as if Hoseok was quite weird, but he didn't seem displeased.
Hoesok stuttered, giggling nervously while waving his hands 'no'. "There's n-no need. I can bath myself."
"No, no. Are you sure?"
Hoseok nodded quickly. "Most definitely." he bowed to Jimin as if 'yes that's good, please leave.'
Jimin smiled to himself, confused, eyebrows knitted as well and left him to bathe alone.
Hoseok undressed, his phone and wallet falling out he had long forgotten about. His jaw fell open and he quickly collected the items, clinging them close. It was all he had left. He touched the screen of the long since dead phone. He had to hide them somewhere. There'd be servants in and out now, so it had to be somewhere they wouldn't look while accidently cleaning or something. He whipped his head around the room and spotted a small box on the same table with the cut cloth. He opened it, finding a bunch of small bones inside.
