Damn it all, Min-jun should’ve bargained with him! Why must he always go to extremes? Min-jun turned over in bed, grumbling all the while. It was freezing and no matter how many blankets he asked for, he couldn’t chase away the cold. Body heat, the physician had told him. How was he supposed to get warm when the one person allowed to touch him was the object of his scorn? Tch.
A harrowing wind blew outside the windows. Min-jun hugged his knees to his chest. Had he spent every night with the King recently? He hadn’t even noticed how quickly they fell into that pattern as if it was nothing less than expected once the King had confessed his love for him. How could I have been so foolish? How long had the King been hiding this from him? All the while Min-jun had been so eager to share his heart with the King. He’d told him that he wanted to be his partner! That he wanted the two of them to continue working on the case together. Little did he know the King had been the very person standing in his way.
Min-jun shivered again, his breath shaking. It was as if the traces of the poison were still coursing through his veins, sinking into him like ice, freezing his blood. Should he just ask Sun to call for the King after all? Why must this happen now of all times? He’d already drunk his medicine. What if it stopped working? What if he froze to death?
He barely registered the sound of the doors opening, or the footsteps gently padding across the floor. He sucked in a breath as the King settled behind him on the bed. Arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close until he felt the King’s chest against his back. Min-jun rolled his hands into fists and bit down on his lower lip. He was angry but he was terribly cold as well and the King felt so warm behind him.
“You’re freezing,” the King said, taking Min-jun’s hands in his. One he brought to his lips, kissing Min-jun’s knuckles. The warmth of his breath was more than welcome, as Min-jun shivered against him.
“G-go,” Min-jun said, halfheartedly. He was so cold he could barely force the words out.
The King’s hands slipped under Min-jun’s jacket. They felt searing against Min-jun’s skin, and Min-jun let out a gasp. “You let it go too far, my love.” The King sighed against his neck. “Are you that upset with me?”
“I hate you,” Min-jun whispered. “I do.”
“And I love you,” the King replied. “It seems neither of us are quick to give up those feelings.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“My love.” The King ran a finger down his cheek. “It’s not you I didn’t trust.”
“Then what –”
The King gave him a pained half-smile that burrowed itself right to the center of Min-jun’s heart, the part that cared for the King. Don’t make that face. “It was myself.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Min-jun said, rolling his eyes.
“I don’t believe that I would’ve spared your parents, my love,” the King said.
“What?”
“To think that I had hurt the man I loved most in this world.” The King placed his head in the crook of Min-jun’s shoulder. “I could not bear it, but I could not deny it either. And you . . . you looked so hopeful that it might be true. That I might still be the man you loved. But I am not, my love. I did not even have the dignity to hide those records for your sake. It was all for me and my selfish heart. If you are taken from me again . . . I do not know what I’ll do.”
Min-jun swallowed thickly. He did not know what to say, not when his insides felt like they were full of fluttering butterflies. A wave of nausea passed over him, but he pushed it down. Gods, what was he even supposed to do with that? And what was he supposed to do with how good it felt to have the King this close again? Why was his mind and body and heart always at war with themselves? Ah, he felt so hot now.
“You can let go,” Min-jun said. “It’s over.”
But the King stayed on top of him, showing no signs of planning to move.
“Your Majesty, let go.”
“I’m petrified,” the King whispered. “I’m so terrified of losing you, my love. Please, please, just stay as you are.”
All this talk of losing things was making Min-jun nervous. So this had been on the King’s mind all this time? “I have nowhere else to go. You know that. Now, release me.”
The King did as he asked, pulling away from Min-jun. With the cold banished from his body for now and the King at arm’s length, Min-jun pulled the blankets up to his chin and turned onto his side.
“If that’s all, I suggest Your Majesty takes his leave. I do not want you to lose any more sleep.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
Min-jun heard the blankets shift as the King stood up. He could hear those soft footsteps as the King walked toward the door.
“If you want to make it up to me,” he started, louder than he’d meant to. “Take me to the previous Chief of the Investigation Bureau.”
“Very well.”
“Tomorrow.”
A pause.
“Tomorrow, it is.”
Mission accomplished. And if he even tries to fool me again . . . that’ll be end of it.
Ahh thank you so very much for the update!! I’ve been waiting all week 😭❤️
thank you for commenting! it makes my day 😁
I’m not crying you are
its ok. it will only hurt for a little bit
They’re talking and Min-jun is listening, at least. I guess I can breathe again for now. I wonder what Cheol was mentally rearranging to free up his day ☺️
i imagine it was something very important, but for minjun, cheol can sacrifice many things.
The start of talking it out is good.
Thank you for the update
communication is the key to any healthy relationship 😌