Walking up to the king, the young man in front of Yunho stared him in the eye without any trace of fear in him. It surprised Yunho, but he stared right back, towering over the short male, maybe five inches difference.

Yunho spoke first. "Who are you?"

The young boy growled, "Those two fools over there dragged me out of my hut. You have no right to know my name."

This peaked the taller male's interest immensely. "Feisty, are we?"

"The hell I am."

Over to the side, Yoochun and Junsu cowered in the shadows, afraid Yunho would lash out at them for picking a male for him, and even worse, he was mouthy and rude. Yunho didn't like that.

Surprisingly, a small smirk grew on the king's face. "You are interesting. What is your name?"

The new queen huffed and turned away, crossing his arms over his chest. "Did you not hear me earlier?"

"Oh, I heard you." Yunho slowly walked over to his new guest, leaning over him and whispering so quietly, even he could barely hear it. "Tell me now, or you will regret it later."

The depth of the baritone voice from the handsome king sent shivers down the young man's spine, something he refused to admit happened. His hands balled into fists, clenching the ratty clothing on his body tightly. He would never fall into this man's control. Never! His mother raised him to be strong and independent and to never listen to anybody without putting up a fight. It was against custom of that time, but he grew up that way, and he was damn proud of his nature and where he came from. He wouldn't just throw it away.

Yunho sighed, his warm breath brushing against the short male's earlobe, another shiver emitting from the petite body. The king smirked, patting his shoulder. "You will tell me eventually." With that, he walked down the corridor, Yoochun and Junsu following close behind. They had to talk to their friend.

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The couple sat in front of the king, their heads bowed in shame. They knew they had done wrong, and they hoped Yunho would forgive them.

"Your Majesty, forgive us--"

"Do not speak."

Yoochun shut his mouth quickly, now afraid to talk. He decided he'd act like a normal, everyday peasant and wait until he was spoken to. Junsu followed the example.

"Alright..." Yunho began, taking a deep breath. "Where did you find him?"

"In the south of the Gwangju Province, Your Majesty," Junsu answered quietly.

"Do you know his name?"

Yoochun spoke this time, but a little too quiet for the king to hear properly. "Jaejun, Your Majesty."

Yunho raised an eyebrow. "Jaejoong, did you say?"

Yoochun was about to protest and correct the king, but he changed his mind and just nodded, not willing to test the patience of his friend.

Yunho nodded. "Hmm... seems to fit him. I would like to arrange a meeting with him, just us two. I will need to get him to talk at some point, and I will get him to, one way or another." An evil glint appeared in the king's eyes, hinting at something only an observant person could see. He soon waved off his friends, planning out his meeting, figuring everything to the perfect degree, sure it was going to work.

Little did he know, he had a surprise waiting for him, one that would tame him for good.

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What the hell is this? Han Jaejun asked himself, traveling throughout the castle and checking everything out. He picked up a small bowl with designs on it that looked like the king fighting in a war, but he couldn't care less. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching before letting the bowl slip from his hands. It dropped to the floor, breaking into tiny pieces that scattered everywhere. Some landed on him, but none pierced his porcelain skin. He smirked, stepping over the mess, going on to the next expensive item.

"I wonder what would happen if I played with this," he wondered aloud, picking up a dagger and swinging it around like a madman. He had a small past in the art of fighting with knives, but he was nowhere to the point of where his master was. His master was a great swordsman, gunsman, and martial arts teacher. He respected him and wished he could have learned more before he was kidnapped into this hell hole, but he couldn't, so he had to use the techniques he'd learned to the best of his ability.

Jaejun decided his little act was over, and as he swung it above his head, he loosened his grip and let the knife fly across the room, and, as if Jaejun had years of aim practice, the knife stabbed a portrait of the king right through the head. Jaejun smirked and nodded, thinking his minor damages were enough for the day. Suddenly, a small giggle escaped his lips, and he covered his mouth, surprised he let it slip. He didn't like to giggle--it was a burden of his--and when he did, he was afraid it would show who he really was.

The young man escaped through the doors of the room just as someone turned the corner down the hall.

"Stop right there!"

Jaejun froze in his spot, recognizing the voice instantly. He mentally cursed himself for not being more careful with his surroundings, and the fact that the king himself had caught the poor man didn't help any at all. Jaejun sighed and turned around, his facial features forced into a tight scowl. "What do you want?" he asked with an uninterested voice.

Yunho smiled down at his queen. "You and I are going to talk for a while."

Jaejun stared up at him. "Who says, huh?"

"Me."

Out of nowhere, Yunho reached out and placed his hands on Jaejun's waist, picking him up with ease, and threw him over his shoulder. The poor boy couldn't help but scream and yell, pounding on Yunho's back as hard as he could. The king just chuckled and walked to his special corridors where no other room was in that hallway. It was specifically for secret occurences, and this could definitely count as one of those.

When Yunho set Jaejun down, he pushed him down onto the floor in a sitting position, and then took his own across from him. They were quiet for a second as Jaejun fumed with anger. He stared intensely at the king, his eyes filled with flames. Yunho could only laugh at him.

"You know how cute that makes you look, right?"

Jaejun had to hold in a small laugh, surprised the king would say such a thing. What, was the king gay, too? Must be. Just look at him!

That's just what he did. The king's smile was pure white, sort of blinding. His dark auburn hair was unnatural for a Korean, but it made his almond-shaped eyes stand out, and the mole on his upper lip was really cute. His lips were in the shape of a heart, a feature that made Jaejun stop and think about what he was pulled into. He cleared his throat before speaking back to the king. "There is no way I can be cute. I am a man. Men cannot be cute."

"You can."

Jaejun's nose scrunched up in distaste. He only allowed his family to call him cute, and even then, it was a rare occasion. His reputation did not exactly paint "cute" across his forehead.

Yunho kept examining 'Jaejoong's' face, his mind racing a mile a minute, imagining what he could do with the seemingly stunning male. Maybe show him his garden, or take him out on a hunting trip. He could show Jaejoong his favorite past times and share all kinds of things of his with him. Even though Jaejoong was not a woman, he was his queen, and he had to treat him like one. Yunho knew he could throw Jaejoong out and get a new queen--a female one--instantly, too... but he chose not to. He had his reasons.

Another a few minutes of them staring at each other like hungry puppies, one more ferocious and deadly than the other, and Yunho found the nerve to stand up, walk over to Jaejoong, crouch down, and take Jaejoong's hands into his. He stared right into his eyes, causing the latter's breath to catch in his throat. Nonetheless, Yunho whispered, "Meet me in this room when the moon hits mid-sky. I have a surprise planned for you." Then, as if he had not said anything, Yunho walked out of the room and out to the courtyard to talk with Yoochun and Junsu.

Jaejun, stunned by how close he and the king were in proximity, could not move for a good five minutes. He did not know why, but he didn't exactly doubt the king's features were quite striking up close. He knew he shouldn't think like that with someone he adored back at home, but his hormones told him otherwise. Since he knew he had to get his mind off of the king, he chose to snoop around a little more, figuring it would be a great way to know the premises in case he ever had to hide from anybody. Like the king, perhaps.

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