Chapter 6:

“Dongwan-sshi,” Eric said. “Make sure the king reaches the safety house.” He mumbled to the guy, who was staring at him. “I don’t want anything to happen to him and unfortunately I don’t trust your son…” his voice was filled with disgust.

Dongwan nodded to the guy and turned, when Eric grabbed his hand. The priest looked over his shoulder, trying to pry himself free. “When will you tell me, what really happened to us…?” Eric questioned.

The priest glared at him, yanked the hand free, and muttered, “You know what happened…Eric-sshi. Don’t blame my son for it…” He walked away huffily, feeling Eric’s eyes piercing to the receding back, and exited the room of chaos.

                             Andy heard the familiar voice, which belonged to Priest Dongwan, coming behind the corner as he gasped and whispered to Junjin, “I do not want to see anyone…please, take me away from here. I want to be alone with you just this once without interruptions.” Usually the bodyguard wouldn’t have listened, but he wanted to be alone with the king, so he grabbed Andy’s hand and commenced dragging him toward an exit that led to a garden.

“Here…” Junjin drew Andy with him behind a tree. “He…won’t find the king here…” he murmured.

The king smiled shyly, bowed his head down and giggled. The bodyguard scowled bemused, but pressed himself against Andy when the priest walked past the entrance, returned back and entered the garden. He began to search for the priest.

“How does he know we are here…?” Andy whispered.

“He has the sense of a smell of a bloodhound…” The bodyguard mumbled jokingly.

Andy had to bite his bottom lip not to laugh out loud, when he noticed the hand holding his tightly. He entwined the fingers and pressed his ear against Junjin’s chest. The bodyguard lowered his eyes at the interlaced fingers.

“Don’t…” Andy shook his head when the bodyguard tried to pry his free. “Please…don’t…” their eyes fixed, and promptly Andy was pinned to the tree and Junjin was kissing him.

The king rose to his toes and threw his arms around the neck, laced them behind it, and opened his mouth gently for Junjin to slip his tongue inside. They moaned passionately, bodies gluing. Junjin’s walkie-talkie was rattling, he was being needed urgently, but he removed it from the belt, dropped it the ground and stepped onto it.

It broke.

Andy ran his hands through Junjin’s hair, pulling the curled fringe back, and sighed into the mouth. The bodyguard held the waist sternly, before the hands swiped back to the sides and they retreated from one another.

Junjin opened his eyes slowly, lips pursed.

“Thank you for hiding me…” Andy said.

“You’re welcome…” Junjin nodded.

“Where were you!?” Dongwan raised his voice when he saw the bodyguard and the king approaching the safety house – Junjin had sensed that his father was near so he had let go off Andy’s hand just minutes before. “You cannot run around the castle when danger is occurring!”

“I apologise father,” Junjin bowed his head, legs straight, arms beside his body.

Andy didn’t like to see that, so he stepped in front of the bodyguard and said, “It was my fault, Priest Dongwan. I wanted to see the garden so he took me th