Beseeching Love; Chapter 10 - Spoilt
Jaejoong keeps still as the emperor rocks their body on the bed softly, hands of Jaejoong’s waist as he rests his chin on the consort’s head. Sniffing some sweet scent from the other’s head, the emperor smiled.
“You smells so good, ” he complimented, eyes shutting blissfully while dwelling himself in the serenity of the moment. Life can never be any better at that point. They had just finished their meal a while ago, and now here they are, latched together like some good old Siamese twins, inseparable and one.
Jaejoong gave no answer as he let the superior do whatever he wants, his mind too busy and preoccupied at the glances Ji Hye had been showering the emperor during lunch. If he sees right, there was this subtle interaction between them in both the garden and during lunch. Funny, because he is sure, absolutely positive that the emperor had never met Ji Hye before and vice versa. So what was that? Were they flirting with each other?
After a few moments of contemplation, he finally speaks up. “Do you like her?” he asks, his voice so soft the emperor would never be able to hear him if they were anywhere farther.
Knowing very well who he’s referring to, the emperor answered with a simple, “No.”
His answer was firm and rigid, but apparently that is not enough to tell Jaejoong that he means it, that he indeed has taken no liking on the lady he’s talking about.
“Then what is it?” Jaejoong asked carefully, finally lifting his face from the emperor’s chest, looking at him with his doe eyes which he knew were the other’s weakness.
“It was nothing,” the emperor put it simple, not wanting to talk about the matter any longer. He feel a soft tug in his heart when he pecks the other on the forehead. He didn’t know why, or how, but this moment feels so right to him. Jaejoong on top of him while looking at him straight in the eyes. Him hugging Jaejoong close in a tight embrace. There is nothing sexual about their interaction right now. They’re not doing anything, they’re just laying on the bed with each other, but the moment feels so perfect, so right.
“No, it’s not nothing,” Jaejoong boldly answer, his tone soft, but laced with annoyance. Annoyed for being kept in the dark in things he’s curious in.
“It is,” Yun Ho mutters softly, fingers absent-mindedly fiddling with Jaejoong’s hair, sometimes bringing it to his nose to inhale his intoxicating scent.
“How can it be nothing? Why can’t just you tell me?” Jaejoong tries his luck again, ignoring the itchy feeling formed on his head from the emperor’s ministration.
The emperor didn’t answer him. And Jaejoong didn’t know what to think. He knew he heard his question, and he also knew he had no right to question -borderline interrogate- the male like this, but he just can’t help himself. The curiosity is too great. He has to know, he didn’t know why, but he just has to.
“Well, are you tired of me? Is that why you’re wanting Ji Hye now? You don’t want me anymore?” the soft voice of Jaejoong echoes again, and this time, Yun Ho can feel the wariness inside.
“Why? Are you hoping that I would? So you can finally run from me?” he shot back, tone gentle and soft, differing greatly from the context of his sentence. He can feel Jaejoong tensing under his touch when he said that, he can almost sneer. Jaejoong must be really scared of him to react that way upon hearing his question.
“Why? You’re not answering, Jaejoong,” he stated the obvious, waiting for Jaejoong’s feedback. When he was given none, he asks again, “Jaejoong?”
He pulls Jaejoong’s head from his chest gently. Noting how his eyelids are fluttered close and his breathing steady as if he is fast asleep, the emperor sneered. “I spoilt you rotten, hadn’t I,” he said knowingly before placing Jaejoong’s head back to it’s original place.
“I’ll let you off this time. But you will have to answer me the next time I ask,” he reminds the other before he lulls himself to his sleep.
Jaejoong opens his eyes after the statement.
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The next day,
The emperor ignores Hong Chul who is busy melting ink for him as he continues writing on the yellow piece of paper, his eyes concentrating on the paper alone. Once Hong Chul finishes that batch of ink, he bows as he slowly walk outside to wait in front of the door before it’s time to melt another batch of fine black ink.
It is their weekly ritual, the emperor will always spend a day of the week on his reading room, reading and writing. It is something he has been doing ever since he was a boy and according to him, it will continue that way as long as he reign.
Hong Chul wait outside, fighting the urge to plead his master to eat. It’s almost mid day now, and the emperor still hadn’t eaten his breakfast, getting too carried away with his writing. He’s the emperor, he needs to take care of his body. And Hong Chul is his people, it is his responsibility to take care of his master’s well being. But how can he take care of his master when interrupting the emperor during his writing time comes as good as pointing a sharp dagger to one’s own neck?
Hong Chul know how precious this is to the emperor. Growing up as the future ruler of the land gives him minimal to no times for himself. He always had to be escorted by at least Hong Chul, and the old man knows very well how much the youth hated that fact. According to him, being followed by people only burdened him instead of helping him, because, to him, he is at his best when he is alone. People surrounding him will only ruin him with their idiocy and thoughtlessness and tamper his already aligned moves.
Hong Chul smiles in reminiscence as he remembers the day the young crown prince spat such venomous words to him. He was only 8 at that time.
Ah, he’s a grown up now. Hong Chul sigh as he look up to the sky in nostalgia. It feels like it was only yesterday when the prince was at his rebellious stage, refusing to do anything if his father won’t heed to his demand. He grew up so well.
Basking himself in the precious memory, he barely realizes the presence of a significant someone right next to him. It cost the beautiful male an awkward cough to get noticed.
Hong Chul gasp when he realizes the male’s presence. He immediately bows down respectfully, “Your highness, you’re here.”
Jaejoong nodded blankly with Soo Kyung next to him. “I seek the attendance of the emperor,” Jaejoong verbalize his request coldly, not caring how it sent both shock and uncertainty to the poor old man’s soul.
Hong Chul grit his teeth, wondering what he should say. The emperor had been forbidding people from messing with his writing time since forever. But still, this is the Occupant of Jang Mi. The emperor ought to grant him his attendance whenever he was requested of. Besides, being by the emperor’s side ever since he was born gave him quite the liberty to understand the young man’s heart, and right now, he is sure that the attraction the emperor felt towards the beauty in front of him will eclipse his anger of being stripped off his leisure time.
He huff to embrace himself before he slide the door open. Leaving Jaejoong and Soo Kyung outside, he walks in softly, bowing along the way.
“You should know better, Hong Chul,” he hears the emperor’s icy remark. He looks up and saw the young man still writing, but in his otherwise stoic face, a thin line of frown decorates his forehead, and that thin line is usually the catalyst of minister’s death in the palace.
“Sire, forgive my audacity. It’s just that-“ Hong Chul fought the urge to sigh. He suddenly regrets this now, the risk is too great. He hopes his instinct is true, otherwise, the consequences are too unbearable.
“-you have a visitor,” Hong Chul finishes. That is enough to put a halt in the emperor’s writing.
Slowly, he looks up from his paper. “Is it Jaejoong?” he asks, knowing Hong Chul won’t let anyone disturb him if it weren’t someone he deemed important.
“Yes, sire,” Hong Chul nods, relief when the hardness on the male’s face dissipates into nothing.
There is this sudden silence in the room as the emperor stares into midair, into something farther than what Hong Chul is allowed to see.
“Did something happened?” he asks, though he tried to sound unfazed, the worry in his voice is evident. Well, who wouldn’t be? Jaejoong is barely the type who’d make the first step in what-ever relationship they has right now. It is usually him coming or calling for Jaejoong. But now, the beauty came himself, and the thought of the worst starts to flood his mind.
“Sire, not that I know of. Should I send him away?” Hong Chul asks, testing the water.
The answer was immediate, “No, send him in.”
The old man fought the urge to smile, “Yes, your sire.”
With that, he bow again and walks out carefully, gesturing the waiting Jaejoong to come inside. The consort nodded to him acknowledgingly before he walks in, leaving Soo Kyung and himself outside.
Once he shut the door, Jaejoong bows, “Sire, thank you for granting my request,” he said respectfully. Then, he looks up and look straight into the emperor’s eyes without being requested to.
Stomach churning from the feeling he gets from looking into Jaejoong’s eyes, the emperor knew right away that the person in front of him is going to ask of something really really heavy from him again. The last time Jaejoong looked at him in the eyes without being asked to, he was forced to let the girl live. Now what?
“How can I be of help?” he asks as he trains his slightly amused eyes on the fidgeting male in front of him. God, he looked so ravishing when he does that. He is biting his lips while looking at him hesitantly. As a male, Yun Ho didn’t know how someone can look that vulnerable yet tempting at the same time. He’s even more enticing than those females he ever bedded combined.
“I was wondering if you could give me your permission for something,” Jaejoong started diplomatically, eyes pleading while boring straight into the emperor's.
“On what?” the emperor asks again, brows furrowing.
“I want to visit the Second Female Attendants’ quarters,” Jaejoong let out his wish hesitantly. Just like that, the emperor’s expression hardened.
“No,” he immediately answer, turning icy cold as he resumes writing on his paper.
“Why?” Jaejoong questions. “I mean, Ji Hye used to live there, so she wants to get some of her important things back, so I thought I should accompany her,” he lies.
No, the truth is, he just wants to visit the place, to see for himself, the place that used to shelter him and Soo Jung. The place that contains the last remaining memories of her during her lifetime.
“Then, she can go get it herself. Why would you come with her?” the emperor countered, eyes narrowing from feelings unidentifiable to Jaejoong. Sighing, Jaejoong continues, “I just want to see the place. I’ve never venture out of Jang Mi before.”
“Why? Is Jang Mi not enough for you? Do you want me to relocate you to some other place? I can locate you to Lotus if you want. There’s no need for you to step foot on the filthy ground of the quarters.” Yes, to the emperor, the quarters are filthy. The grounds are dirtied with the steps made by Jaejoong’s dead lover when she was alive. The air was polluted by every breath she inhales when she was still breathing. And God knows how filthy her bed is. The bed they shared must’ve been the dirtiest thing on the ground. Imagining the things they had done on her bed infuriates him. His anger clouds his mind with images of Jaejoong cuddling with the girl on the said bed, their position same with the position Jaejoong and the emperor had yesterday, just this time, Jaejoong was the one who hold her.
Sensing the growing anger on the emperor, Jaejoong walks closer to him before settling himself on the male’s laps once again. It worked once, it should work this time around too, right?
“Jaejoong, no. I won’t let you. Don’t even bother asking,” he stated firmly, though his hand says the otherwise as it holds Jaejoong closer.
“Why not? Please, I’ll behave,” Jaejoong promised.
“No.”
“Please?” he begged again.
“No. And that’s that,” the emperor put the ultimatum in their conversation. Face turning blank again, Jaejoong nods dejectedly before he scramble off the male’s laps, lips close to pouting.
The emperor almost shake his head by what appears to be Jaejoong sulking. The beauty is pushing his limits day by day, and he appears to consent it since he’s so close to succumbing to his request now.
“I understand. I’ll just go back to my bedroom, then,” Jaejoong said, though his voice is nowhere close to understanding, it was soft and strained, as if he is really hurt by the fact that he cannot visit the place.
Then, he turns around gracefully and walks out, without even bowing.
“I spoilt him too much,” the emperor said to himself once the tempting silhouette of the male disappears. Muses gone, he drop his brush to the table as he massage his temple, trying to alleviate his headache.
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AN: Aloha, people! So I updated lololol. You guys should thank nanapham cause I swear, if she hadn't urge me, I really wouldn't have updated this today XDD /gets bricked/Anyway, I have a new story, please support it /nodsnods/
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hi, I have read Beeeching love multiple times before in your AFF account. I amd deeply saddened that you are not there anymore, i am glad I found you here though, i am jusy wondering where are the other chapters? please post it. I would like to re read it again for the nth time. thank you. take care!
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