|Emperor Choi Soobin × Concubine Choi Yeonjun|
Yeonjun's head was spinning, as if he'd downed a few bottles of soju before going to bed. Which made no sense-he couldn't recall drinking at all in the past five years. And then there were the hot kisses along his neck, and those broad hands slipping under his clothes...
Wait. What?!
Yeonjun jolted upright, coming face to face with a pervert who had apparently gotten him drunk and was now shamelessly trying to get into his underwear. How dare he?! Yeonjun wasn't found in a dumpster for some random creep to think he could just stick it in!
Fighting through the dizziness and the ache in his body, Yeonjun suddenly swung and slapped the bastard across the face-only then belatedly noticing where he actually was. He froze, staring around the room in confusion, glancing down at his clothes, while the pervert he'd just hit stood there, stunned and staring into space.
"You insane asshole, how dare you?!" Yeonjun snapped and tried to get up, instantly tangling himself in his own clothes.
That fumbling gave the pervert just enough time to recover and react before Yeonjun could tumble off the bed. The man grabbed Yeonjun's wrists and slammed them down against the mattress, looming over him like a rock face. His gaze burned with anger and desire, and Yeonjun couldn't tell which of the two was more terrifying.
"How dare you strike the Emperor?!" the man snarled, and that was the final straw for Yeonjun.
This lunatic was so far gone he'd even imagined himself the Emperor! Yeonjun had dealt with arrogant creeps like this before-one hand was all it took to put them in their place. He just needed to get free, and then he'd beat some sense into him.
Yeonjun thrashed like an eel on a frying pan, trying both to shove this so-called "Emperor" off him and not choke on his own outrage.
"Get off me, you psycho! Do you have any idea this is a criminal offense?!" he shouted, twisting and trying to knee his attacker.
The only answer was heavy breathing and an iron grip. The Emperor-clearly not expecting this level of acrobatics from his favorite-effortlessly caught both of Yeonjun's wrists with one hand and pinned them above his head.
"Flower, you're especially bold today," he drawled with suspicious calm, as if this were all just a game.
"Bold?! I'll show you bold-so bold you'll rewrite the Korean constitution from scratch!" Yeonjun howled and finally screamed at the top of his lungs.
It was a good scream-loud enough for people outside to hear and come save him from this pervert. The Emperor winced and reflexively clamped a hand over Yeonjun's mouth.
Big mistake.
Without a second of doubt about the moral correctness of his actions, Yeonjun bit down hard, sinking his teeth into the man's hand.
"Ow!" the Emperor yelped.
The grip loosened for just a moment-but that was all Yeonjun needed. He twisted free, rolled off the edge of the bed, got tangled in sleeves far too long for him, tripped over his own hem, and, swearing like he never had in his life, bolted for the exit.
"Guards!" echoed behind him-but it was already too late.
Yeonjun burst through the door, took two heroic steps, and then crashed disgracefully onto the floor, completely ensnared in his clothes. He would've stayed there if two armored men hadn't yanked him up by the arms.
"Hey! Hey! Let go, I'm actually the victim here-of circumstances and harassment!" Yeonjun tried to reason with them. "There's a pervert in that room who just almost-"
