How To Kill A KingCh39 - Follow The King’s Plan (Part 2)

Reaching Sun-woo was easy, as Sun deflected the few arrows that found their way to Min-jun. Convincing Sun-woo to get up and abandon his student proved a more difficult task. Min-jun understood the harshness of his words as he tried to force the man to move, but really, there was no point in staying out in the open! The boy had been shot, and it was too dangerous to move him with an arrow sticking out of his side. Sun-woo still had two good legs. He could run without much trouble.

“Listen, I’m sure the King has some gifteds who heal people rapidly but we can’t do anything to help him right now.” IPdfYW

“You really are heartless, Consort Hui!” Sun-woo said, covering part of the boy’s body with his own. “I’ve never met a person with so little regard for human life. All of my apprentices are precious to me. I will not let a single one of them die.”

“Die?” Min-jun guffawed. “He was shot in the side. No one dies from getting shot in the side. If they’d wanted to finish him off, they would’ve already done it while you were running up here. Now, get up.” Min-jun pulled him up by the collar, much to Sun-woo’s dismay. He wasn’t sure how the King planned to bring them together through this. Right now, it seemed that Sun-woo would never forgive him.

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As he pushed Sun-woo forward, he finally caught the glinting metal of an arrowhead hidden within the lush canopy of the trees. Within seconds, Min-jun had calculated the general trajectory of the arrow. One of them would be hit, he was certain of it. Sun would protect himself and Min-jun, but Sun-woo wouldn’t be so lucky. Best to keep the shaman close to Min-jun, as dangerous as that might be.

Biding his time, Min-jun kept one eye on the gleaming iron, all the while trying to locate any accomplices hidden in the trees and behind the temple gates. He kept a hand on Sun-woo’s back, wondering why the shaman hadn’t tried to drag Min-jun’s soul out of his body yet. zW4dob

And then, in the fraction of a second, the gleam disappeared, then reappeared, and the arrowhead was racing toward them. Sun cut through it with it, the arrow lying in pieces on the ground. The next four or five were similarly dealt with. With Sun by his side, Min-jun’s nervousness began to ebb away. Perhaps if it hadn’t, he would’ve been able to react more quickly to the ear-shattering bang that split the air as they were halfway to the temple. A sharp sound that faded away after the initial shock.

Gunfire.

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Was it from the left or right? He couldn’t tell, but even Sun couldn’t stop a bullet. Without much thought, Min-jun pushed Sun-woo onto the ground. If this is the King. If this was the King, he wouldn’t hurt him, surely. Min-jun would later berate himself for this sudden irrational burst of trust, but in those few seconds, he couldn’t help that certainty.

With no way to predict the trajectory, Min-jun began to duck as well, but the time it had taken to push Sun-woo out of the way of enemy fire had left him with no way to properly defend himself. The bullet buried into the flesh between his ribs, skin torn, warm blood pooling in the space he’d been shot. He hadn’t realized, initially. It felt like a punch to the chest, the impact spreading all over the left side of his torso. The sound of the gun still vibrated in his ears, a sharp ringing that he hoped would go away over time.

Sun-woo stared at him, eyes wide in shock. No, he was staring at his side. Min-jun’s fingers brushed over the place the pain had gathered round. Blood, warm and sticky, stained his pale hand and dripped down his palm and onto his wrist. Sun was beside him at once, calling his title, arms wrapped around him as Min-jun staggered back.

I got shot. His eyes settled on the bewildered Sun-woo. Was the shaman disgusted? Was he appalled with himself? I got shot, and it was for that crazy shaman. 

“Sun, if you let me bleed out . . .” He paused, realizing too soon that it hurt to speak, hurt to breathe. His ribs must be broken. With as much strength as he could muster, Min-jun wrapped his fingers around the black fabric of Sun’s uniform. “I will personally come back to haunt you as a fearsome ghost . . . No shaman will ever be able to get rid of me.”

“It’s good to know you can still threaten me, your Highness,” said Sun. He even had the gall to sound relieved. “Come, I will carry you the rest of the way. I’m faster than you, especially when your Highness is in this state.” Bg6tb

“Carry me.” He staggered again, feeling faint. “Mmm, that might be for the best.”

Sun picked him up without much trouble, one arm around his shoulders, the other beneath his knees. Had the King really sent a gunman to kill him? Had he finally gotten sick of playing with Min-jun? That bastard. If this was his fault, Min-jun would pray every night (if he survived) to every deity he knew that the King would be punished severely in the afterlife. The wound would undoubtedly leave a scar, and after Min-jun had spent so much time perfecting his body. Ugh, the nerve!

The peel of gunfire came again, this time aiming at Sun’s arm. It managed to only graze it, but Min-jun could see Sun’s face contort in pain. Even so, his arms only tightened around Min-jun, shielding him from the assailant. Well, this was certainly counterproductive to the King’s plan, but Sun had always been soft underneath that rough exterior.

“Your Highness!” called Jeong-eun, as they neared the entrance to the temple. The apprentices and his entourage had sealed themselves away inside now, far from doors and windows. Only Jeong-eun and Chae-won stood in the doorway to greet them. Jeong-eun stumbled back, her face pale at the sight of her wounded royal. Behind her, Chae-won stepped up to wrap an arm around Jeong-eun’s shoulders. “His – His Highness is wounded!” D59i12

“I noticed.” He cleared his throat, but the vibration only made the pain worsen. “Let’s go inside.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” They herded them into the temple and slammed the doors shut, barricading them with a long wooden bar. “It will be alright, your Highness. Some of us were able to get outside.” Jeong-eun continued, as his maids created a makeshift bed from cushions and blankets to place him on. “They’ll bring back help.” She ordered the other maids to make some tea for the pain and then busied herself to treating his wound. “I can even stitch it up for you.”

Min-jun grimaced, as he peeled off his expensive robes to reveal a bloodied torso. “Are you sure . . . you’re qualified . . . to do that?”

“Oh yes! My brother is a doctor. One of the best in the field.” zmeCjA

Chae-won gave her a skeptical look, as she dipped a cloth in steaming water. “Your brother gives people medicine for headaches and knee pain. He’s no surgeon.”

“So? I still spent a lot of time around medical textbooks. And I’ve seen it done a few times, too!”

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“Yeah, when you were ogling the female doctors at the clinic. I think you might’ve been a bit distracted,” Chae-won said. She wrung the cloth out. “Can we get some honey in here?”

“Honey?” asked one of the maids. rwW3hs

“It’s good for wounds. Ask the apprentices if you have to.”

As they begin to clean the blood away, one of the apprentices ran into the room in a flurry of white and blue, pointing to the door. “Th-the King! He’s here!”

All at once, the temple erupted into a frenzy. Beside him, Chae-won muttered, “Are the two of them telepathic or something?” She met Jeong-eun’s eyes. “We should fix him up quickly.”

Jeong-eun hummed in agreement. Not a single ounce of concern for the King. Min-jun apathy toward him had rubbed off, no matter how hard he tried to maintain his consort persona. bPtNgB

They were beginning to wrap the bandage around him when the King barged into the room, every bit the furious, concerned lover. Sun-woo trailed behind him, his eyes lowered in helplessness. The maids and apprentices gathered around Min-jun quickly walked away, apart from Chae-won who didn’t bother to even bow to the King. All her concentration had been taken up by Min-jun’s injury.

The King wasted no time in reaching Min-jun and getting into his personal space. His arms gently embraced him, pulling him into the warmth of the King’s body, burying him into the softness of his robes. Min-jun leaned in as if he relished it, treasured every second of contact between him and his King. After all, they had quite the audience.

“My heart,” the King spoke. “How could this happen to you?”

Min-jun wanted to laugh but he settled for a pained smile. As if the King didn’t know how this could happen to him. QmzMbH