SCANDAL - yoon seungho

CHAPTER 17

Dedicated to KaraboMatiko

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The bustle of the busy market place resonated in [Y/N]'s ears. The giggling of the little girls playing dolls on the side of the road, near their parents' stand, found their way into her ears, making her smile slightly at the sight.

Then she remembered her own childhood, when she would look for a pointy stick and begin drawing on the dirt. She had her fun, and then would be called to the kisaeng house to eat dinner when the night fell.

She missed that. The pleasant existence of childhood.

-Are you sure the master told you to get her fitted for new clothes? - Asked the tailor. - You're not just spending his money as you please? - He asked the male servant that had accompanied them on their outing.

-Turn around. - He directed [Y/N].

-Would you do such a foolish thing and risk your own life? - Asked the servant.

-I suppose not... It's just Lord Yoon has never made such a request before... - The tailor said, scratching his big nose. - Huh... and I've never heard of a nobleman outfitting his servant tailored clothes either. -

-I'm not a servant... - [Y/N] muttered.

-The jacket that she is wearing. It is one of your creations, is it not? - The servant said, disappointed that the trained eyes of a tailor with so much experience under his belt couldn't recognize his own creation.. -Can't you recognize it? -

-So my question is, why is this woman wearing a jacket that belongs to Lord Yoon Seungho... - Then, his eyes widened in realization -Oh... -

[Y/N] looked down in embarrassment, as a light blush spread through her cheeks.

It was at that moment that Lord Seungho stepped into the tailor shop. -Has she been measured? - He asked. It was then that he took in the scene in front of him. The man had his hands in her waist, measuring it, he assumed, but she was red, a virgin -unlike her- blush spreading across her cheeks.

He didn't say anything, he just stared, until he found it appropriate to speak up.

-You seem to be enjoying yourself, now that your fever has lifted. -

-Sir? - [Y/N] asked, taking a step back in fear at the menacing nature of his stance. - Wha-What do you mean, sir...? -

-Why have you reddened so? - There was a small tinge of jealousy in his voice.-Now that you've tried it, does the mere touch of a man's hand make you tingle between the legs? - He smirked.

She blushed in retaliation. - Um... It's because of you, my Lord...! -

-What is? - His expression changed.

-All of it is because of you...! Because this jacket belongs to you! -

-Everything is because of me, because this jacket belongs to me? -

-No...- She answered, a little embarrassed. - That's not what I mean.

-It is my fault that my jacket belongs to me... and your midnight wetness... that too, was my fault. As is your reddening face... - He looked uninterested, as he had heard this before. - Go on. What else, then, should I take responsibility for? -

-Um...- She looked everywhere except his face.

-It seems I am at fault for many things. - He began getting closer to her. - How can I seek forgiveness, I wonder... -

-My Lord, just a moment... - She pleaded.

-What to do... - He feigned curiosity. - Perhaps by taking you right here? -