How To Kill A King:
Chapter 3:
*TWO WEEKS LATER*
“You’re going to get in, Min-jun.” Hyun-Woo sat on the floor near his desk, meticulously peeling an orange. Min-jun paced in front of him, gnawing on his lip, his fist drawn close to his mouth. What would happen if he wasn’t selected? Mother had never specified, never acted like he might not become the King’s consort. What would happen to Su-Jin?
No. He was being silly. Mother would never cut off Su-Jin’s access to her medicine just because he failed the first time around.
Then again, she wasn’t prone to mercy.
Something cold and sweet entered his mouth. Hyun-Woo had pushed an orange slice between his lips, looking unimpressed.
“Sit down,” he told him, moving back to his spot. “Your pacing is making me nervous.”
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He sank down to the floor as if his knees had given in, sucking the orange slice into his mouth. Their room was quiet save for the muffled sound of another orange being peeled. It made him nervous. His fingers began to drum against the table, almost painful. Hyun-woo shoved them off.
“Xbv, sbe’gf j wfrr. Lbcfrais, ktja’r atf kbgra atja mjc tjqqfc?”
I fail and that menace of a King continues to live with the blood of my parents on his hands. Min-jun bit his tongue. No one else knew of his desire for revenge, nor Su-Jin’s reliance on Mother’s aid. They wouldn’t understand.
“P vbc’a fcpbs ojlilcu, Lsec-Qbb.”
Lf qblcafv tlr xclof ja tlw. “Ktja qgfaas ojmf bo sbegr tjr wjvf sbe abb jmmerabwfv ab ufaalcu ktja sbe kjca. Lfgf, fja. Pa’ii wjxf sbe offi yfaafg.”
Eluta, tf kjr abb qgfaas ab gfpfma. Ktja kjr ktja Zbatfg jikjsr rjlv. Lf kjr abb qgfaas jcv mifnfg jcv tf tjv jii atf abbir bo rfvemalbc ja tlr yfmx jcv mjii.
“I need some air,” he finally breathed, stumbling a bit as he stood. Hyun-Woo watched him go, knife held mid-cut.
“Don’t stay out too long.”
“I know.”
He raked a hand through his loose hair. Usually, he’d wear it up. There was too much of it to keep it all under control, from his scalp to his hips, but he couldn’t be bothered right now. The black strands caught between his fingers like ink stains. He leaned back against the stone wall of the building. A few people were drunkenly making their way inside. Some of them noticed him, recognizing the detective that kept waking them up in the middle of the night chasing criminals. They all lived in that ruin of a building, thirty of them, all barely acquainted with one another and yet too intimate to be strangers.
He heaved a sigh, watching leaves drift off trees. What he wouldn’t give for a drink right now. His nerves were completely shot. Hyun-Woo would kill him if he smelled even a drop of alcohol on his body, though. Nothing could get past him, especially not after that one time when Min-jun passed out in the middle of the street and got himself kidnapped (entirely not his fault, if you must know).
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a cheerful young man skipping toward him, a satchel full of scrolls at his side. At this hour? It could only mean one thing. His chest felt painfully tight for the way his heart was beating.
“Hello, Min-jun-nim,” the man sang, coming to a stop next to him. He dug around in his bag, eventually bringing out a scroll tied together with a red string. “An invitation from the palace.”
“Thank you,” he said, bowing slightly, his hands tightening around the scroll. An invitation. To the palace. In three days. He’d passed.
Now he really needed that drink. Min-jun bit his lip, looking back toward the building, his hand rubbing at his neck. Surely, Hyun-Woo wouldn’t notice if he took one cup of wine. A cup would be fine.
Min-jun nodded to himself, turning on his heel to take the path to the city and all the blissfully numbing alcohol it produced. He only managed to take a few steps before a hand grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back toward the entrance of the building.
“Knew I couldn’t trust you.”
“It’s one drink, Hyun-Woo,” he said, bumping into him on their way inside.
They were back in their little room. The mattresses had been rolled out now, the table having been moved to the corner. Hyun-Woo released him, sitting down on one of the mattresses and shuffling through some of their reports for Friday. Ah, Min-jun would probably be long gone by that time. “With you, it’s one drink and then a dozen more.”
A beat of silence, as Hyun-woo glanced at Min-jun, who stood still in the doorframe. “I got in.”
Hyun-Woo’s hands paused on the pages of the reports. He didn’t look up, fixing his gaze down, as if in thought. He flipped a page, and muttered, “Congratulations.”
“So we should celebrate. Preferably with alcohol.”
Hyun-woo rolled his eyes. “No.”
me thinks the execution of his parents were likely the works of the kings adviser or like the one person who temporarily takes the place of the monarch while the monarch is too young to rule.
because it is said he’s a boy king so he must have been really young so it makes sense for their to be a temporary monarch.
I love this theory!
I second this, also, Cheol does not seem to be this kind of king.
Im so biased tho, I took Cheol`s side as soon as i met him ahhh
I find min jun cute with how he insist to drink ….
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️
Min-jun has a bit of an alcohol problem lol. Thank you for commenting ❤
Thank you for the chapter
Thank you for reading!
So Min-jun is a drunkard… I want to know what type of drunk he is 😂
Min-jun as a drunkard is very open about his feelings in ways sober Min-jun just isn’t