Jinkook Exhibit

10.3 18th Century

'A widow.. He's just unlucky..

He looks so young. Is it normal for a commoner to marry at such a young age? How old is he? 15? 16? Is it even legal to marry at 15?

Ha.. In the end I was at the losing side.

I didn't get to collect my money and taking an extra baggage instead. Make sure to make yourself worth it, my dear concubine..

That bastard is lucky to die before I came.. Ah, I really need to kill some bugs..'

The Duke staring at his hands. They're shaking in excitement at the thought of having some blood spilling on it.

He laugh, staring at the big picture of the late Baron hanging on the wall.

"You are a lucky bastard. To die in the hands of God.. Ah, I wish you're alive, so I can give you a better punishment, dear old Baron.."

While he's still muttering to himself, suddenly there came a knocking, as of someone gently tapping at his chamber door.

"Come in." he call, for that person to get into the room.

Slowly, the door pushed from the outside. A man in a loosen white-laced shirt walking in, entering the big room. He stop and lowering his gaze, bowing at him when his eyes catches the sight of the Duke.

The Duke gets up, approaching him. The thin man cannot contain himself from being frightened towards the young Duke. His lips shaking as he fiddling his fingers.

The Duke only stop when standing a breath away from him. He leaning in, bowing to his height.

"What is there on the floor? Are you admiring the carpet?"

The thin man flinched by the unexpected question. Seems the Duke is being sarcastic with him.

"What's your name?" second question, the tones is a bit more serious than the previous.

"Hm.. How old are you? 15? 17?" third question, but none coming up with an answer.

"Are you really mute, or are you refuse to speak?"

This time, the thin man raised his head. His eyes open wide. Surprised.

"... I.. Jeon.. Jungkook.." the thin man finally decided to speak, but his low tones barely reaching the Duke's hearing.

"Hm?"

Jungkook taking a deep breath, bracing himself to speak to the monstrous man standing in front of him.

"Your highness.. My name is Jeon.. Jeon Jungkook.."

"Oh, Jungkook.. What a beautiful name. So you refused to speak to the folks. Is there something that you hide from them?"

".. N-no, your highness.."

"Are you sure?" the Duke pinching his chin to lift his head.

"Y-yes.." Jungkook's eyes starting to swell up with tears. He's afraid. His life is at the brink. One silly mistake, he'll lose his life.

"Why? Why are you crying? Didn't I saved your life?"

"Y-Yes.. Thank you.. For saving me.. Your highness.."

"Tch! You didn't answer my question. I asked, why are you crying, Jungkook?"

"..."

"Are you afraid of your saviour? Aren't you being ungrateful, Jungkook?"

"I'm sorry!" Jungkook fall on his knees, hugging the Duke's feet begging for forgiveness.

".. So boring.." said the Duke, kicking Jungkook away and moving to sit on the couch.