The Tyrant || Yoonmin

Chapter 1: The Start

MIN YOONGI

The maidens were ready by the time the rooster cocked its loud voice. The sun was just starting to greet the town, a shade of yellow draped the gravel road, reaching the king's window. the bath was prepped, the herbs were ready and his food was being cooked. 

Groaning, the man arched his back and looked to his right. The window was open and the sun was bleeding right through his curtains. The fresh wound on his face was covered, the scent of blood reached his nose as he took a deep breath and groaned. 

"Namjoon, come inside please." His voice was still groggy from sleep and he wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep for longer. 

The doors slid open and came in his personal doctor. Young for his credibility and job, but he does the work better than the old theiving farts in his village. "You called, my King?" the younger smiled. The green and white robes he would usually fancy suited him. 

"Change these dumb bandages, doubt I even need them anymore."

"You need them because you almost lost your eye-"

"But I didn't. Now take them off...please." 

His friend rolled his eyes and kneeled before him, preparing his kit and tools. "I am only following your instructions because you are the King,-" 

"And not because I'm your friend?" The elder joked as the younger removed his bandages. "Well, lucky you, your eye is fine. It might take a while for you to get used to the scar and the itching, but a week or two will give it enough time to heal." Namjoon said, ignoring the last statement of the King. Failed assassination attempt again. Too many for Namjoon to count the times the King's life was in danger.

"Do you want me to call Hoseok to tell you your schedule?" Namjoon asked as he starting packing his bag. "Call him in, stay after." Namjoon nods and go towards the door and calls for Hoseok. 

Enters the said man himself, the King's Royal Adviser. 

The King knows how to pick reliable people. The three of them being friends ever since they were mere appretices and Kings in training. 

"You called, my King?" 

"Close the door." Yoongi stretched his limbs and collected his robes. His blond hair still loose and tangled. He never did like the servants touching him to change, that's why he always relied on either Hoseok or Namjoon. Always. 

"What do I have to do today?" 

Hoseok rolled the scroll before him and read it. Voice, loud and serious.

"None for the morning nor afternoon, the doctor advised your rest my King. But for your amusement later tonight, at dinner there will be a performance for you. A Buchaechum performance will be presented to you at dinner tonight." 

Yoongi nodded. 
"So I have the day all to myself?" Hoseok nodded. 

"Get my *sat gat." He motioned his hand to Namjoon. 
*Sat gat is what Yoongi wore in the Daechwita MV. It means to hide ones identity or protect themselves from the rain*

"Where will you go?" Namjoon said as he passed the hat. Knowing full well the king will go outside without protection. He was capable in battle, yes, but he was reckless. 

"Outside, to take a walk. Don't let anybody in my room." Hoseok nodded and gave a firm smile to Namjoon before walking out. Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched the king preparing his outfit to leave. The plain white rags that he would wear to blend in with the commoners below. 

"Wouldn't the people recognize you? Not many of the citizens have pure hair such as yourself." 

"I'll hide it well, don't worry." Yoongi rolled his eyes, tucking the long hair within his hat. "I'll be back by the afternoon. Go ahead and have fun, I know a certain fisherman is waiting for you." Namjoon blushed and looked away.