Series based off my ATEEZ as Disney Villains chapter
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Yeosang watched as you strolled through town, an annoyingly cheerful smile on your face. Why were you always so happy? What was there to be happy about?
Everyone you passed greeted you with a bright grin, their faces lighting up when they saw you, especially the men. Yeosang grimaced at the sickening sight, observing from his window. He didn't understand why everyone was so fond of you. There was nothing special about you. You were average, dull, and ordinary. Yeosang however was royalty. He was powerful, intelligent, and wealthy. He ruled over the kingdom and had an incredible castle, furnished with only the finest pieces of furniture. He should be the one getting all of the praise and attention, not you.
"Why does everyone like her so much?" He grumbled.
It took everything in him to step away from the window. He wanted to keep watching you. It sounds absurd, watching someone you despise. Yeosang never once stopped to consider that fact. He was too busy keeping tabs on you and peering at you through his large viewing window. When he wasn't doing that, he was watching you through his enchanted mirror.
He paced around his room, taking long strides across the floor, his mind fogged with thoughts of you.
"You need not concern yourself with her, your majesty." His mirror spoke.
"I'll do as I please." Yeosang snapped.
"She is only causing you stress." The mirror continued. "This obsession you have is not good for you."
"It's not an obsession." He hissed. "And how do you know what's good for me?"
"This behavior is no good, your majesty. It will only cause you harm."
"Stay out of my business. What I do is none of your concern."
"Very well." Sighed the mirror.
Yeosang continued stalking around his room, his temper being pushed to its limits. He was already annoyed with you to begin with, then his nosey mirror had to get in his business. He's there for Yeosang to watch the townspeople (and you), not to give him unwanted opinions.
The king had to come up with a solution to this issue. Perhaps he could just try to be better than you. He reached up, running his fingers over the long hair at the base of his neck. Maybe he could grow his hair out more? His hand then moved to his black and purple attire. Maybe wear flashier clothes?
How could he bring more attention to himself?
He was quick to shoot the idea down, thinking it was too foolish. It would never work. He had to come up with another idea.
•
Yeosang sat in front of the magic mirror that hung in his chambers, a scowl on his face as he did so.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
He already knew the answer.
"As you wish."
The face in the mirror disappeared, an image of you strolling down the street replacing it. You smiled brightly as you waved to everyone. Yeosang glowered at the sight of you. He couldn't understand how the townspeople adored you and fawned over you.
"She's not anything special." He grumbled. "Her looks are mediocre at best. What about mine?"
"It's not just her looks." The mirror spoke.
"I beg your pardon?"
"It's her personality."
"What about her personality?" Yeosang inquired, his tone becoming snappy.
"She's extremely kind to everyone she meets. That is why everyone loves her."
Yeosang let out a scoff. "Please."
"You need not be so sour towards her, your majesty."
"What did I tell you about staying out of my business?"
"I am only looking out for you, your majesty."
"Well, stop."
"She has done nothing wrong. Tell me, what has she done to you personally?"
Yeosang's jaw clenched in annoyance.
"Existed."
"That is not a valid answer."
"You have no right to ask me these questions." He snapped.
"I am only curious."
"She's become the center of attention. I'm supposed to be the one everyone pays attention to. She is only a citizen, I'm royalty."
"Perhaps you should try being nicer." Mirror suggested.
"I am nice. I've never once been unfair or harsh with the people of this town."
"That may be true, but you're not a very friendly king. Y/n goes out on a walk through town every day and is always kind to anyone she meets. You stay cooped up in here."
"And?"
"You should try getting out. Perhaps try and socialize with the townspeople."
"I've heard enough." Yeosang held his hand up. "I don't need you to sit here and nag me."
"I am not nagging. I am merely making suggestions."
Yeosang glared at the mirror before stalking away.
•
Yeosang was deep in thought as he sat on his throne. He had to do something to get rid of you. Attempting to switch up his appearance to shift the attention to himself was a stupid idea. There had to be another way.
I could have her killed. He thought to himself. Then I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore.
He shook his head at the idea. For some reason, thinking about ridding you from the planet left a bitter taste in his mouth. He had to think of something else.
Moments later, an idea popped into his head.
Yeosang then began constructing a plan.
He listened to what the mirror had suggested and decided to get out of the castle. His perfectly polished shoes tapped against the cobblestone streets as he strode down them.
With a plan on his mind, he went to your quaint home nestled just outside the trees. He came to a stop in front of your door, giving it a few brisk knocks. You answered shortly after, a look of surprise flashing across your features.
"Oh. Hello, your majesty." You greeted with a small curtsey. "What brings you here?"
"I wanted to invite you to the castle for dinner."
Your eyes widened, cheeks flushing.
"Me?"
Yeosang nodded.
"Why?"
"You see, I've decided to do something special and choose one person to come have dinner at my castle, as well as receive a personal tour of the place."
Your eyes sparkled. "Really?"
"Of course, my dear."
"Wow." You placed your hand over your mouth in shock. "I can't believe this."
"Do you accept my invitation?" King Yeosang asked, awaiting your answer.
"Yes, absolutely!"
"Wonderful. Here are the arrangements." The king retrieved an invitation from inside his coat, handing it over to you.
You stared down at it. The date and time written on the decorative parchment in perfect calligraphy.
"I'll see you then, my dear." Yeosang waved as he walked away, a sinister smirk tugging at his lips once he was turned away from you.
You were immensely excited about having dinner with the king. You always thought he was a rather attractive young man and couldn't help but feel giddy at the fact that he chose you of all people to come to the castle. He could have chosen any one else, but he picked you.
You couldn't help but wonder why he was allowing a citizen to have dinner with him.
King Yeosang has never had anyone by his side. He's ruled the kingdom on his own ever since he took the throne. Perhaps he was holding this dinner to find a queen of his own.
You let out a gasp as the thought crossed your mind. If that was the case, did that mean he was considering you to fill that position?
You were quick to shake the thought away, not wanting to get ahead of yourself.
"There's no way." You chuckled. "That couldn't possibly be it."
Instead of allowing yourself to be delusional, you chose to settle on the possibility that he just wants to build a better relationship with some of his citizens.
•
The number of days until your special night with the king dwindled down to zero. You spent all afternoon searching your wardrobe for the perfect dress, planning your look accordingly. You couldn't believe how lucky you were. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you didn't want to squander it. This would be your first proper meeting with the king and you wanted to make a good impression.
Once evening rolled around, you got yourself ready for your special night. When you were done, you stepped outside, ready to head towards the castle. You came to a halt when you saw a carriage sitting in front of your home.
"Miss, Y/n. The king sent me to bring you to the castle." The coachman informed you.
You were surprised, and somewhat flattered, that he sent a carriage to take you to the castle. You had never experienced anything like that before.
Without wasting a moment more, you stepped inside the carriage, your heart racing.
Yeosang stared out one of the windows in his chambers, watching for you. It didn't take long for the carriage he sent to roll up at the entrance.
"Finally."
The king couldn't stop the evil smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth. His plan was beginning to be put in motion.
"Your majesty, are you sure this is a good idea?" The mirror asked.
"It's the only way I'll ever be satisfied." Yeosang responded, impassively before striding out of his room and into the foyer.
He put on a fake smile when he greeted you, welcoming you to his home before escorting you to the dining room where he allowed you to take a seat at the opposite end of the large table.
"You have a wonderful home." You complimented as you sat down.
"Thank you." He then called for his kitchen staff to start bringing in the food.
The meal the staff had prepared looked amazing. You thanked them and let them know how delicious it looked.
Yeosang's jaw tightened as he watched the exchange. Even his own staff seemed delighted by your presence and kind compliments. It angered him.
"Just eat it." He demanded, his words coming out much harsher than he intended.
His anger was getting the best of him.
"Oh. Of course." You responded softly, reaching for your fork.
Yeosang gave a sharp glare to the kitchen staff, causing them to scurry out of the room.
"This is really good." You told him.
"Wonderful." He responded, trying to make his tone light.
Yeosang could hardly stand it. You where right there, just mere feet from him. His eyes moved to the steak knife sitting on the table, his mind wandering to dark places.
No. He thought. Stick to the plan.
All he had to do was endure you for the rest of dinner, then his plan would come into play.
"The townspeople are quite fond of you." King Yeosang spoke up.
"They are?"
"Of course. Do you not see them staring?"
You shook your head.
"You don't see everyone looking at you with adoration?"
You shook your head again.
"My." He chuckled. "You're an oblivious one, aren't you?"
"I—"
"The townspeople adore you. Their faces light up when they see you."
"I like to greet everyone I pass down the street."
"So you do." Yeosang murmured.
"Is there something wrong with that, your majesty?" You inquired.
Yes.
"No. Not at all." He lied.
You were so blissfully unaware of what you put him through on a daily basis, it was sickening.
•
Dinner had ended and Yeosang could finally begin the next part of his plan, but not before you stopped to compliment the cooks on the meal. They were so happy to get that praise from you. Yeosang tried not to let it bother him, but seeing how they smiled at your words made him livid.
"Come along, Y/n." He told you, trying to keep his tone light and friendly.
He led you through the halls, droning on about items in his home. It wasn't anything interesting. He was only trying to waste a bit of time. Without anyone noticing, he slipped something in your drink. Not anything dangerous, just something to make you a little drowsy for a short while, just in case you tried to put up a fight later.
"This painting here has been passed down for centuries." He pointed.
You nodded, feeling your eyelids become a bit heavier.
"Are you alright?" Yeosang asked, feigning concern.
"Just feeling a little sleepy."
"I see. Well, the tour is almost over. There's one last place I would like to show you."
You hummed in acknowledgement, following him down the hallway and through a door. The air becomes significantly more humid as you enter an area with stone walls. You pay no mind to it and continue trailing behind Yeosang.
"This is the dungeon." He told you. "Come closer. Have a look."
You moved towards the only cell, looking at the bars that were rusted with age. Yeosang opened the door causing it to groan and creak.
"It may be old, but it still does the job." Yeosang commented.
You took a step forward towards the opening of the cell.
"It's empty." You mentioned, taking notice of the lack of prisoners in the dungeon.
"It won't be for long."
You were about to ask why when you were shoved forward, falling onto your hands and knees, the sound of the creaky cell door being slammed shut. You gasped, turning to see Yeosang standing outside the prison cell with a smirk on his face.
"Oops. My hand slipped."
You scrambled to your feet, hurrying to the door, grabbing onto the bars, shaking them. The door wouldn't budge.
"The door is stuck."
"Yes. How observant of you." The king spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"I need to get out of here."
"I'm afraid the door is locked, my dear."
"There has to be a key."
"Oh, there is." Yeosang retrieved an old key from his suit jacket's pocket, waving it in the air.
"I... I don't understand."
Oh, Y/n. You're so naive.
"You're trapped." He stated, bluntly.
"But why? I didn't do anything."
The king scoffed. "I believe you need time to think about that."
He turned away, his cape billowing behind him as he left the room. The further he got, the more your heart sank. What did you do? You had never met the king before, so why was he so cross with you?
You slumped down on the cot, your eyelids feeling heavier than they had earlier. You were so tired. Maybe if you went to sleep, you would find out that this was all just a dream.
Yeosang sat in his chambers feeling more proud than ever. His plan actually worked.
"How did it go, your majesty?" Mirror asked.
"All went according to plan."
"Well, how do you feel?"
"Right now? Proud."
"I would like to say I'm happy for you, but I believe you've made a horrible decision."
"Well, I think I made the right decision. You'll see."
•
The next day, Yeosang sprung out of bed with a pep in his step. He strolled over to the window and looked out. The townspeople appeared to be going about their business, not noticing your lacking presence. He smirked to himself before getting ready for the day.
He spent part of the morning watching everyone through the magic mirror, pleased to see that none of them were questioning why you weren't around.
"Your majesty, don't you think you should check on the girl?" The mirror spoke up.
"Let me see her."
The scene of the town was replaced with you stuck in your prison cell. From the looks of it, you were still sleeping. You were curled up on the little cot with your arms wrapped around your small frame. Yeosang felt his chest tighten at the sight of you, but chose to ignore it.
You looked feeble all curled up like that.
Perhaps he should check on you.
You were still asleep when he arrived, but his footsteps woke you up. You pushed yourself up, your body feeling heavy from sleeping so deeply.
Lifting your head, you saw Yeosang standing outside your cell.
"Good morning, your majesty."
He didn't say anything.
"I don't know what I did, but I'm very sorry." You told him.
He scoffed in response. "You don't even know what you're apologizing for."
Even locked in a prison cell you were still unbearably polite. He hated that.
"If we could just talk about it, I'm sure we could work something out." You reasoned.
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"If you're upset about something, especially if it has to do with me, I'm more than willing to listen."
"I don't need you to listen." He snapped.
"I see." You murmured.
Without another word, Yeosang turned away and left the dungeon.
You slumped against the cold wall, your hands resting in your lap as you gripped the fabric of your dress. There was a few stains on it and it felt absolutely filthy. The damp air in the dungeon didn't do you any favors. Your hair was frizzy and your whole body felt sticky from the muggy atmosphere. The situation you were in was dreadful, but you refused to let yourself get discouraged. You weren't the type of person to lose hope so easily.
Yeosang told himself he would only come to see you to bring you food and water. That was all. He refused to go down to the dungeon unless he absolutely had to. However, once night fell, he kept thinking about your curled up figure that he saw this morning through the magic mirror. So, he returned once more to the dungeon with a blanket in hand.
"Here." He threw it into the cell before turning on his heel to leave.
You picked the folded cover up off the concrete floor, dusting it off.
"Thank you." You told Yeosang, your tone warm and sincere.
He froze for a moment, then went on his way without saying a word.
•
Days passed by, then weeks. Yeosang would watch you through the mirror, sometimes getting a tight feeling in his chest as he observed you trapped in your little cell. He would sometimes come and check on you, bringing you food and water. He tried not to go down to the dungeons any more than he had to, no matter what he was feeling.
You were still kind as ever, greeting him whenever he came down to deliver you a meal. You would ask how his day was and thank him for bringing you food. He hated it. He wanted you to be miserable and it didn't seem like you were.
Yeosang thought things would be different by now. He thought you would be begging to come out of the cell and that everyone in town would forget about you and focus more on him.
He even went out one day just to see if the response towards him would be different since you had been gone for a while.
Everyone he passed greeted him, bowing their heads and murmuring, "Hello, your majesty." But no one seemed happy to see him, even if he gave them his best smile.
He tried to hold in his anger as he continued down the street only to have it boiling over the edge after overhearing some of the male townspeople talking.
"Where's Y/n? I haven't seen her in a while."
"Me either. Now that you mention it, it's been weeks since I saw her out."
"Is she okay?"
"I hope she's not sick or something."
Yeosang didn't stick around to hear anything else.
As soon as he got back to the castle, he rushed to the dungeon, his anger fully taking control.
When he stormed in, you jumped up from your cot, startled by his sudden entrance.
"They're still talking about you. Why are they still talking about you?" He growled, angrily.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about."
"The townspeople! All I hear is, 'Where's Y/n? I haven't seen Y/n. I hope Y/n is okay.' and it's infuriating. I'm the king. People should be focused on me."
Your brows pulled together in confusion.
"I don't understand."
"You're so oblivious! The guys all look at you with adoration. Their faces light up when you flash them a smile. No one does that to me."
You were taken aback by this revelation. King Yeosang was angry because the people in the kingdom are more focused on you than him? That's why he locked you in here?
"Oh my." You placed your hand over your mouth, processing everything. "I'm so sorry, your majesty."
He only stood, staring you down with an emotionless expression. Even now, you were referring to him as your majesty and being so nice. It made him mad.
"I had no idea. I didn't know everyone felt that way. I was just being kind. I didn't know it effected you so much... or the townspeople."
"Well, now you do."
Yeosang turned around and left the room, unable to stay there any longer. The kindness you had consistently shown him was beginning to eat away at him little by little. He knew if he stayed in that dungeon any longer, he would crack.
He stormed into his chambers, slamming the door behind him.
"I don't understand. I have her trapped in the dungeon but I don't feel any better. The men in the kingdom are asking where she is. She's gone, but they're still talking about her."
"What do the men have to do with this?" The mirror asked.
"Men? No. I didn't—I didn't mean that. I mean the townspeople in general." Yeosang clarified, stumbling over his words.
"I thought you were mad that it wasn't you getting the attention?"
"I am. She's gone, and yet, no one bats an eye I pass. They're all too busy worrying about her. She's just another person living in the kingdom."
"Seems to me like your plan didn't work out the way you had hoped."
"We don't know that yet." Yeosang pointed, angrily.
"Your majesty, it's been weeks. Three to be exact. Nothing has changed. All you've done is make the townspeople worry."
Yeosang's jaw tightened.
This is not what he wanted to hear.
"She's being so nice to me. I locked her in a cell and she hasn't tried to escape. She hasn't even yelled at me. It's driving me crazy." Yeosang ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots out of frustration.
"I think you like her."
"What?"
"I believe your feelings are mixed up. You didn't trap her in the dungeon so you could be the center of attention—you want her all to yourself."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're angry that she's being nice to you because you feel bad for locking her up and you feel like you don't deserve her kindness." The mirror continued.
"No." Yeosang hissed. "That's not it at all. You think you know everything, but you don't."
"You're easier to read than you think, your majesty."
Yeosang was ready to smash the mirror to pieces. Instead, he grabbed a cape and threw it over the mirror, covering it up before storming off.
"You'll realize it sooner or later." Mirror told him just before he left the room.
Needing to be somewhere alone to simmer down, he went to the balcony overlooking his garden. His fingers gripped the concrete railing as he clenched and unclenched his jaw, his chest moving up and down as he tried to steady his breathing.
Was the mirror right?
Yes. His subconscious answered.
Yeosang squeezed his eyes shut.
There's no way he liked you. He couldn't possibly like you. Everyone liked you, but not him. No way.
If that was the case, why did his heart feel warm every time you spoke to him?
His head dropped as realization hit him.
Yeosang liked you. He liked you a lot.
And he locked you up. You've been alone in that dusty, old cell for three weeks. He hardly spoke to you, hardly gave you things besides food, water, and a single blanket. He was horrible. Why did he think that was a good idea? Feeling heavy with regret, he stepped back inside, heading down to the dungeon, dragging his feet as he went.
You heard the light thump of shoes against the stone steps, watching as Yeosang entered the dungeon, his head hanging low. His body language was unusual. Normally, he came striding into the room with a sour look on his face, but today was different—much different.
You watched as Yeosang pulled a key from his coat, placing it into the lock on the cell door. There was a quiet, metal sound as he jiggled the key, followed by a click as the cell door was pulled open.
"Go." He said.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said go." Yeosang didn't make eye contact with you as he stood with the cell door open. "Locking you in here was a horrible idea. I don't know what I was thinking. You can go back home."
You slowly stepped out of the cell. Then, you did what Yeosang never expected you to do.
Instead of running out of the dungeon, you hugged him. His body stiffened in response.
"You're a lot kinder than you realize." You told him.
You pulled away, giving him a warm smile.
"Goodbye, your majesty."
You were more than relieved to finally be set free. You hated being trapped in that cell, but you knew you'd be set free eventually. Seeing that Yeosang seemed to come to his senses was reassuring.
You had a lot of time to think while you were locked up. First, you thought about how deceiving Yeosang was. He always seemed like a nice person, but he wasn't. Then, you began to realize he was just troubled, lonely, and confused. Despite having a negative outlook on him at first, you decided to be nice. That's just the type of person you were. Seeing that you were now able to go home, you couldn't help but think that maybe all that kindness paid off.
As you headed up the steps and out of the dungeon, Yeosang called for you.
"Wait!"
Hurried footsteps followed after as he tried to catch up with you. You paused, wanting to see what he would say.
"Your dress is dirty and I'm sure you'd like to bathe."
He was right. You desperately wanted (and needed) a bath. You didn't exactly have access to amenities like a bathtub while locked up.
"I—"
"Please." He cut you off before you could even begin your sentence. "It's the least I can do after what I put you through."
"Okay." You nodded.
He let out a huff of relief. "Follow me."
You wanted to be wary of his offer and wonder if he had some ulterior motive—a second trap for you to fall into, but you couldn't seem to think that way. Based on the way he came dragging into the dungeon, you could tell he was feeling immense guilt.
Once upstairs, Yeosang led you to a bathroom where he asked you to wait while he got you a fresh change of clothes.
When he returned, he still wouldn't look you in the eye.
"Here you go. It's all I have."
You glanced down to see a folded up dress shirt and a pair of navy trousers.
You thanked him and stepped into the bathroom, your eyes immediately landing on a shower. Though you'd be thankful for anything, you were happy to see that the king had a shower. You were filthy and preferred to shower rather than sit in a tub full of dirt and other yuck that's built up over the past few weeks.
After thoroughly cleaning yourself, you felt much better. The clothes Yeosang had provided you with were a little baggy, but nothing you couldn't handle. You looked down at your soiled dress as you left the bathroom.
"I owe you an apology."
You jumped at the voice, lifting your gaze to find Yeosang standing in the hallway.
Did he wait for you?
"I shouldn't have locked you up. My reasoning was completely uncalled for. I was being selfish. I don't know what I was thinking."
"Thank you, your majesty."
"Don't." He held his hand up. "I don't deserve that title. Just Yeosang is fine."
He still wouldn't look at you. His eyes wandered anywhere but your face; he was ashamed. He was a king for goodness sake. He shouldn't have been acting the way he has been. While avoiding eye contact with you, he saw the dress you wore when you first arrived to the castle. It was a little stained and looked dingy from being exposed to the humid air and dirty floors
"I can have that cleaned for you." He spoke up, gesturing to your dress.
"Oh. That's alright." You politely declined.
"No. I insist. Please, just let me do this for you."
You gave in, handing the dress over to him. If getting your dress cleaned would make him feel better, you would allow him to do so.
"Thank you." He bowed his head. "Can we talk?"
"I suppose."
He handed the dress off to one of his castle staff and the two of you went out in the garden. You kept your arms wrapped around yourself, feeling the awkward tension in the air.
"I need to explain why I did what I did." He took in a deep breath, preparing himself. "At first, I was angry that you were getting all the attention because I felt it should have been me. I thought that's why I was mad. Then, I realized the real reason why I felt that way. I was jealous that the men in the kingdom were fond of you and so I locked you up to have you all to myself."
You were taken aback. Hearing his sudden confession made the whole situation a lot weirder.
"Goodness." You muttered. "I... I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted to get it all out there."
If Yeosang was jealous and wanted you all to himself, did that mean he liked you?
You turned to the king.
"Thank you for telling me. I think I'll be going home now."
"Wait. Do you want something to eat? I can have my cooks make something."
"No thank you. I think I just want to go home."
He seemed upset, but nodded. "I understand. I'll get your dress back to you as soon as possible."
You bid the king farewell and left. The atmosphere between the two of you was awkward. He was feeling guilty for what he did and appeared to be trying to make up for his behavior. You were forgiving, but didn't really feel like staying at the castle any longer than you had to.
•
A few days passed and you returned to regular life, falling back into your normal routine. Some of the townspeople bombarded you with questions, many of them genuinely concerned about your abrupt disappearance.
"Are you alright?"
"Where have you been?"
"Did something happen?"
You just brushed them off, saying that you were feeling a little under the weather. Despite what you went through, you wouldn't dare tell anyone what Yeosang did. You wanted to keep it to yourself.
You were currently at home reorganizing your bookshelf when there was a knock at your door. You put a pause on what you were doing and went to see who was at the door. Upon answering, you saw a box sitting on your doorstep. You also saw Yeosang hurrying away.
"Hey." You called out.
He froze, slowly turning around.
"What are you doing?" You asked.
"I was just returning your dress." He said.
You picked up the box adorned with a gold bow, glancing down at it.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He nodded. "Well, I'll be going now."
"Wait."
He stopped, turning back towards you.
"I have so many questions."
You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been thinking about what Yeosang told you. It's all you thought about since returning home. You weren't sure how to accept his apology or even if you wanted to.
You always thought the king was handsome and you did kind of wanted him to like you, but after what he put you through, you were reconsidering the way you felt about him.
You watched from your front door as Yeosang chewed nervously on his bottom lip before speaking up.
"I'll answer them."
Minutes later, you found yourself sitting on your patio with Yeosang seated across from you.
"I'm going to be honest with you, I thought you were a wonderful person. I was so excited when I was invited to the castle, but you tricked me."
"I know. I'm truly sorry."
"Yes, well, I appreciate your apology." You pressed your lips together. "I do want to know something, though."
"What is it?"
"Why did you want to keep me all to yourself?"
"I told you it was jealousy, but it was also the fact that I like you."
"You didn't really act like it."
"I know." He fiddled with the rings on his fingers, clearly nervous.
"I'm not a vengeful person, you know. I also meant what I said that day. You are kinder than you realize. You locked me in a cell for three weeks, but you were also able to come to your senses and do the right thing. So, I'm choosing to forgive you."
"You are?"
You nodded.
Yeosang felt like some of the weight that had been on him was lifted when you said that. However, he knew he would have a long way to go. After realizing just how much he liked you, he wanted to right his wrong and maybe even get a chance to make you his for real—the right way.
"I hope it's not too much to ask, but I would like it if we could get to know each other the proper way. I'm sure you don't have the same feelings as I do, especially after what I did to you. But, at the least, I'd like to be friends with you."
"Friends?" You questioned.
He nodded.
You knew Yeosang meant well and that he truly had changed, but it would take some time to fully trust him. Pursuing a relationship with him was something that was currently out of the question, but maybe in time you could work towards that.
"Truth is, I've always thought you were a handsome person. Of course, I don't know all that much about you."
"Right." He nodded.
"We can start with being friends." You told him. "We can work from there."
"That's alright. I absolutely understand. Truthfully, I'm just thankful that you haven't decided to shun me—or worse."
"I told you, I'm not a vengeful person."
Silence settled between the two of you.
"Well, I'd better get going." Yeosang stood up absurdly. "Thank you for your time."
He quickly said his goodbyes and started to head out.
"Yeosang." You called out.
He paused. "Yes?"
"I'm always open to spending time together. Just let me know."
A soft smile pulled at his lips as he nodded. "Will do."
With a final wave, he went on his way.
You were well aware of how odd your situation was. You agreed to try and be friends with a man who trapped you in a prison cell. However, he was a troubled man and someone who clearly didn't have his thoughts together. He needed someone to show him the right path and that someone was you.
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I'm not exactly happy with this one 😅
The idea sounded good at first, but as I continued writing it and got closer to the end, I realized I wasn't sure how I was going to end it.
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