Mooyeon's POV
After three days of travelling we finally arrived at the destination Taehyung directed to.
It was a vivid town with maybe everything you would search for in this time.
"Taehyung-DaeJang, don't you think that there are too many people here? Doesn't that increase the possibility for us to get caught?" Hyangin asked, holding Taehyung's arm tightly.
"Just because of that it makes this place that safe. Under all these people I doubt that the soldiers would ever recognize us as long as Mooyeon keeps wearing normal clothes." he explained.
Yes, I was wearing historical clothes like everyone else here. I wasn't a prophet anymore so I didn't have the responsibility to wear my uniform like before.
"Hyangin, don't worry." I comforted her. "Taehyung must know exactly what he's doing so all we have to do is to trust him."
"Huh? Yeah, I know. Thank you Mooyeon." she said, not looking at me.
"Don't you want to get in the gama with me? You'll get a cold." I offered.
"No. I'd prefer staying outside." she replied.
Well... OK, I guess?
"Taehyung, how is this town called, by the way? I don't know the letters there." I asked.
"We are now in DaeGu. It's not far away from DongGyeong. So your guess wasn't that wrong last time." he answered.
This is DaeGu? I couldn't believe that we already travelled such a great distance.
I always wanted to visit DaeGu but I never got the chance to do so.
It's incredible to see the difference of a place from past to present.
I looked through the gama window and observed everything we went by, thinking that I must have missed a lot from this time.
Soon, we stopped at a restaurant to eat something and after a while I saw a bunch of people not far away from us.
"Taehyung, do you know what's going on there?" I asked him, looking at the mass.
"Uhm, seems like there are some people offering themselves for sale." he said, munching on his noodles like he didn't care.
"Selling themselves? How should that work?" I asked shocked.
"Lady Mooyeon, let me answer your question. There are a lot of possible reasons why people would offer themselves for a sale. Like their parents died and they need money for the funeral or they want to take revenge but aren't able to do so. In this case, the one who bought them has to do it and they'll be working for him until death." Hyangin answered.
I nodded as I understood her. That doesn't sound humane to me but I had to admit that this must be something normal in this time.
"I've been here for over a year now, but still, there are so many things to learn." I sighed.
"Scandalous! You know why I'm this rich? I've never payed money whenever I bought something. Little wealth depends on frugality, big wealth depends on Heaven, enormous wealth... only comes from not paying money. I would like to keep this rule. Now come!" I suddenly heard someone shout from the direction of the mass.
Curiousness hit me and I dragged Hyangin and Taehyung with me to see what was going on.
"Mooyeon, at least let me finish my noodles first!" Taehyung whined but came with me though.
I put my finger on my lips, signalling him to be quiet since I wanted to hear them clearly.
"Your daughters may come with me and be my concubines." I saw a white clothed man with a fan say. I couldn't help but think that he looked a little ridiculous with his voice and gesture. A typical prig.
"And you. You'll feed my dogs at home!"
I looked towards the old man in front of him, noticing that this grandpa was really nervous. "Of course, of course! I had a big dog at home before. I'm really good in taking care of dogs."
"Keep on dreaming! I want you to use your flesh to feed them. So I'll save the money for their food!"
"What the fuck!" I cursed and was about to ask Taehyung if he could help these people but Hyangin stopped me, saying that it wasn't a good idea to let Taehyung show up in this situation.
Suddenly, a young man, about the same age as Taehyung appeared, kneeling behind the prig.
"Where did he come from all of the sudden?" we all asked ourselves.
The young man did a 360° rotation showing everyone his sign which was hanging on his neck.
I tried to see what was written on the sign and read the words 'Selling for cockroach's funeral'
Cockroach?
Soon I noticed a girl who seemed to be related with the prig. It seemed like she really liked the young man and she pushed her brother to buy him.
"I am a very proud man. If you want to buy me, you can't buy these girls or this old grandpa. And you have to bury my cockroach first." the young man suddenly stopped sobbing and stood up.
"Young man, don't do that. This Mister never gives money when he buys something." the grandpa kindly explained.
"Show me the cockroach." the prig ordered, pushing the grandpa aside.
To my surprise the young man really had a dead cockroach in his hand.
"His name is Sikmul. I met him in a kitchen on a silent fullmoon night. I was stealing food and found him stealing food, too. He saw the cookie in my hand and wanted to take it away. We fought for a whole night. First verbal, then physically." the young man emotionally said and I had to hold my laughter.
"Lie to a ghost! How can someone fight with a cockroach?" the prig asked, not taking the young man seriously.
"Why not? Cockroaches can even have sex. Without sex, how should they give birth to little cockroaches? If they can have sex then they could fight as well, right?" the young man countered.
"I promised him, if he ever leaves this world, I will buy him a gold coffin, kill a silver cockroach to be his wife, search for an asshole to be his son, crying nonstop for 3 days." the young man continued.
"Wait, maybe you... you're perfect to be his son." he said and put the dead cockroach on the prig's head.
The prig glared at the young man as he took the cockroach from his head and tossed it to the ground before trampling on it.
"Aaah! Sikmul, even get trampled after death! Now you can't keep a complete corpse! Sikmul! Sikmul Sikmul!" the young man cried out loud.
I couldn't tell if he was just acting or serious about this cockroach.
"You're kidding me? How dare you play with the Wang (King) of this town?" the prig shouted angrily.
"What kind of Wang (King) are you to be this pathetic? I am also a Wang (King)" the young man suddenly smirked.
"Who are you?" the prig asked furiously.
"Ga...Ee...Wang!" the young man shouted and soon the scene became a fighting place between only this young man against the servants of this prig.
"Taehyung, go help him!" I asked Taehyung.
"It's not our business. We should leave before we gain attention." Hyangin whispered to me.
"But that's one against a whole bunch of people. That's not fair!" I argued.
It took some time before Taehyung agreed and supported the young man.
Since Taehyung is skilled in fighting it didn't take a long time until all men were defeated and the prig had to escape the scene.
What surprised me was that the young man also knew martial arts very well.
I and Hyangin approached Taehyung immediately to be sure that he wasn't injured from the fight.
The mass cheered for the two and left the place soon, since there was nothing interesting to watch anymore.
"That was refreshing. As I always say this world has too many kind people." the young man happily said.
"Why did you do that?" Taehyung asked him.
"Because I was born with the instinct to do damage." the young man responded, looking away.
"Real reason." Taehyung simply requested.
"He looks better than me, has much more money, has more power and so many girls being his wife. I'm jealous of him. This reason might be a little bit weak but I still have the reason to diss him. I can't see this brat oppressing other people in this town, my town." he answered in all seriousness.
"You're speaking like a waterfall. Can you tell us your name?" I giggled in amazement.
"I'm the one who impresses the whole word, treacherous like no one else, scaring thousands, millions of girls to cry, teaching teenagers to be bad, always stealing children's pocket money, molesting nice and virgin women, eating without paying money, having to brush the teeth after drinking water. I'm the champion of bastards, A... ppa!" he quickly said with rhythm.
"Appa (Dad)?" Hyangin and I repeated, making sure that we understood him correctly.
"Good girls." he grinned.
Taehyung chuckled because the young man just tricked us successfully.
"My name is Kim Taehyung." Taehyung greeted the man.
"Real name." the man demanded.
"Kim Taehyung."
"Real name."
"Kim Taehyung"
"Real name."
"... Kim Taehyung"
"My pleasure, TaeTae. Welcome in DaeGu, my name is Ga Eewang." he introduced himself.
"Real name."
"Ee Wangga"
"Real name."
"Wang Wangee."
"Real name."
"Wang Gaee. Really."
"Well, Wang Gaee. How about being friends?" Taehyung asked.
"Hm, maybe. For what reason? You're not planning to make me borrow you money, are you?"
"No."
"Then if I ask for money, would you lend me some?"
"Maybe."
"Then it's decided. I, Wang Gaee, am willing to have you as my bro. And this beautiful girlfriend of yours will be my sister. What do you think?" he approached me and rested his arm on my shoulder.
"My name is Joo Mooyeon. This is Lee Hyangin." I introduced ourselves.
"Uhm, could you tell me how you noticed that I am his girlfriend and not Hyangin?" I asked because we really didn't give any clues that Taehyung and I were a couple.
♡"My sister is so cute. It's obvious! Even a blind man could see that! Unlike this girl, you and my bro just look like a perfect couple together!"♡
♧A/N: OK, so let me explain why I chose these names in this chapter.
'Wang Gaee' is no other than Jackson from Got7. His real name is 王嘉爾 (Wang Jia-Er) and I translated it into Korean which would be Wang Ga-Ee.
'Sikmul' is the Korean word for lotus flower and this is also the team name of Henry and HeJiong on a TV show where they were the MC.
Jackson also worked with HeJiong in the TV shows Go Fridge and Fresh Sunday and they had a team name called Hormone.
So as we all know Jackson, he would always be jealous whenever HeJiong mentions his teamwork with Henry and how well they get along with each other.
I found that really funny so I decided to make Sikmul be the name of the cockroach ^^.♧