𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲•𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧

twenty three

a/n: shameless self promo: i have published the changlix book i wuz talking abt! its called flower boy, and you can go check it out on my page! ok! back to the story!

SEUNGKWAN IS naturally a nosy person. he likes gossips and juicy news of all sorts; wether it be about his friends or about his enemy. the lanscape artist always loved knowing everything, yet he chooses not to listen in to anyone at the palace—because ignorance is bliss.

seungkwan doesn't want to know what kind of nasty they do to the kingdom. he doesn't want to know why there was a 1% in the society that experiences all the best services and materials while other people strive to live. because, once he finds out, he'll be seriously bothered.

he doubts it though. jeonghan is a good man, and seungkwan can prove it through his 7-year friendship with the king. ah! right. jeonghan is a good man, except when he is thinking of war.

seungkwan has pledged to never eavesdrop on the officials, the ones with the title. he broke that today. he is here, behind the humongous vase in one of the corridors, listening to prime minister wonwoo's phone call.

"he called it off for whatever reason. you can move... what? no, just include the other princes."

and, seungkwan heard the voice of the other person on the line. he can't make out what she's saying, but her voice sounded a lot like jihae. grazia's princess.

"it would be easier to conquer this.. this place if the officials are gone, yes, but—hey! don't bring 8th into this. he's not on our side and he's going to die with the nasty princes."

seungkwan had no idea who 8th was. but, he was sure that there is poison spread all over this palace. the monarchy is corrupted.

"yeah, hainya's advanced bu—hey!" seungkwan shuddered, as wonwoo's voice volume increased. seungkwan knew he was dead meat. wanting to keep his damn life, seungkwan straightened his gets and shot right up before bolting towards the staircase. it was his life on the line.

but then, seungkwan hears a gun click. he stops running.

"one move, and you're dead." the distinguishable voice of the prime minsiter rang throughout the corridor, as seungkwan started losing hope. but then, he looks up at the ceiling and sees a blinking red light—a speck of hope.

"they have cctv c-cameras in here, prime minister," seungkwan muttered, raising his hands slowly as he turned on his heels. he didn't dare to look straight into the taller's eyes, in fear that he might get in further trouble.

"and i have connections to those cctv cameras. if they ever catch me, i can make an alibi." wonwoo cocks his gun, smirking in victory when he didn't even win anything yet. "i'm sorry. i was a huge fan of your works in the garden, but..."

seungkwan wished that he brought his shears or taser right now, to stand a chance against his potential demise. that way, he won't be standing still, scared shitless as he faces death. if he had a weapon, he could confidently say that he died fighting—even if he was not a soldier.

"or, do you want a public execution?"

"public execution?" a new voice inquired, chirpy and bubbly—in contrast to what the newcomer's voice sounded like. "as the head of the estate security, i'm afraid i might have to ask you to put down that gun. it's not allowed inside, without further supervision."

seungkwan side-eyed the newcomer, already knowing that it was seungcheol by the voice and the sight of his brown, swept back hair. seungcheol looked much stronger than wonwoo, and he had a gun; would they stand a chance against wonwoo and his injustices?