Whispers Of Love - Taekook
Am I a replacement? (2)
Jungkook whimpered in pain while lying helplessly on the floor.
But then, he heard a strange man’s laugh in his ear.
At the moment, Jungkook's body flinched. The man’s laughter rang louder as if he had seen something funny. When Jungkook opened one of his eyes, he saw a toe covered by a fancy shoe.
Someone
To bare your chest and lie on the floor… Is this a new kind of entertainment? ( asks with a chuckle )
The boy with his chest exposed wriggled like a caterpillar.
Someone
So pretty yet petty.
Jungkook was so desperate, but the man was laughing. He looked ridiculous, crawling on the floor to live.
Jungkook managed to raise his head. And his eyes widened in surprise.
… That man wasn’t wearing a mask.
It was the first time he saw a person without a mask except for the host and the attendants. His outfit and graceful appearance were not of a host or attendant either.
Brown eyes with raven black hair. His eyes were cool, like ice. It wasn’t shiny eyes from eye slits staring at him, but eyes cold like a winter night. His eyes were strangely overbearing, so even though Jungkook's body froze, he felt an unknown sense of relief. His perfect jawline, his gaunt and Greek God face and those sharp stare. Absolutely handsome!
For the first time, he saw someone who he could discern.
Taehyung
May I help you, little boy ? ( bent a little and asked in a mocking tone )
Taehyung
Or may be not . ( stood straight again with a frown )
Jungkook
Please. . ( mumbles out while streaming tears out )
Then an angry voice sounded from behind. " The boy is mine."
Jungkook turned hid head and saw the nobleman and guards rushing in.
But the moment he found the man in front of Jungkook, the old nobleman bowed his head and opened his mouth with a different soft voice while smiling awkwardly.
Slave Buyer
Umm- Sir .. my lo-lord Kim. . .
Count Taehyung . ( bows twice )
Slave Buyer
How can you be in a place like this ?
Taehyung
Park Bogum, agriculture department right?. I thought you were living in peace while raising a younger student in the countryside, but what may you be doing here? ( asks with a serious face but mocking tone )
Slave Buyer
I had some work here and by chance, I bought a slave. But I didn’t expect the foolish slave to run away, haha. ( laughs nervously )
Taehyung
Quite a choice, Bogum shii. ( glances at the whimpering and crying little Jungkook)
Taehyung
So how much is he ? ( asks while folding his sleeves )
Taehyung
This slave . . . the boy down there. The half ***** slave. ( chuckled )
Slave Buyer
No. . I can't give him. I brought him for my self. I- ( stopped speaking instantly)
Bogum couldn’t speak anymore. This was because the sword on the Count Kim's waist was aiming precisely at the tip of his chin. He held his breath.
Taehyung
I guess my question wasn’t who bought this slave, but how much did he cost?
Taehyung
I’ll give you six. Sell this slave to me. ( says in a casual tone with a shrug)
Slave Buyer
I agree, my lord.
Taehyung
I will send someone to pay the amount sooner or later. And it’s especially surprising to see that Bogum shii was here. Your Majesty is very sensitive to illegally operated markets these days. ( says dramatically)
Taehyung
( He laughed. The laugh was beautiful, he looked dam dead handsome , but he looked so cruel. While threatening with a sword on the old man’s neck, the sword didn’t shake even a bit.)
As soon as he lowered the sword in slow motion, Bogum screamed thanks and turned around. Jungkook, who was watching until he disappeared, finally opened his mouth.
Jungkook
Th-thank you, th-ank you so mm-much ( sobs out while mumbling )
Jungkook
( Tears filled his eyes, flowing down his cheeks. Words came out mixed with his irregular breaths. At first glance, he looked really beautiful. Very innocently gorgeous)
Taehyung
( smirks while checking out Jungkook)
Jungkook
Thank you-thank you. . . i am grateful, thanks.. .
Taehyung
Why are you thankful? ( sits on his knees before jungkook)
Jungkook
( looks up at Taehyung with wide red wet eyes and red nose and flushed cheeks as he sobs)
Taehyung
How do you know I am better than that fatso ? ( gently pinches Jungkook's chin with his thumb and point finger )
The voice as light as a feather could not easily be read. The only thing that can be detected is a bit of interest.
Jungkook
( shivered and sobbed more )
Taehyung
You are so naive. ( chuckled)
Jungkook thought it was probably not the man who bought him, but the women of this mansion.
Lalisa wiped her damp hands on the apron, looking at Jungkook. Lisa, who has been working with this family for generations, had disapproved of Jungkook ever since he first entered the house.
Lalisa
Where are you going to be of use? ( asks with a irritated and annoyed face)
Jungkook bent his back at the cold voice that reprimanded him. As he lowered his head, bitter his lower lips and clutching his dress and looked down, the tips of the maid’s clunky shoes came in sight. Her toes were tapping dissatisfied on the smooth floor.
Lalisa
Uh fck! Why the hell did master buy a shitty kid like him. ( rolls her eyes and crossed her arms )
Jungkook
Sorry. ( replies with a small mumble )
Taehyung who bought him at the slave market told someone to bring Jungkook to his mansion. Then he handed it to the maid telling her to use Jungkook wherever she wanted.
The man who bought Jungkook was named Count Kim Taehyung, who is considered one of the most powerful and outstanding knights and head of all soldiers in this empire.
In the center of the capital, almost everyone knows him, but Jungkook, who helped in farming in someone else’s field in a quiet rural village, had not heard of this strange name.
Lalisa
You are so weak and frail. ( makes a tsk sound )
Lalisa
Bring the vase to the warehouse. It’s on the far right of the second floor. Can you at least do that? ( says rudely )
Jungkook
Yes madam. ( nods thrice quickly and blinks multiple time to control the tears )
However, unlike Lisa, who said it wasn’t a big deal at this point, the vase felt quite large and heavy. What vase was this to be so heavy?
No, maybe the heavy feeling wasn’t the vase, but his drooping body. He only slept for three or four hours, and was only given a bit of soup and a piece of bread. It had been a little less than a week since he came to this house and in the meantime, Jungkook was really experiencing what a territory was like.
The ankle, which was tied up by the chains, was still sore because he couldn’t rest properly, and the shock from the time he fell still had bruises on his back and arms. Every time he moved something big, it seemed like his body ached.
He was dying, working with this body was painful. But what could he do? He had to resume.
Jungkook hugged the vase with both hands and diligently moved his feet between the maids. The gestures of the maids cleaning the house were busy and careless. They didn’t look at the convenience of Jungkook, and thanks to him, he had no choice but to squeeze through the gap in a sloppy shape.
Jungkook hurriedly walked with a throbbing ankle. The warehouse came into sight when he turned around the corner in front of him. He just had to put it in there.
"Make no mistake, move well."
The moment the soft voice passed through his ears, air blown through his ears and something soft touching his ear lobe, Jungkook's body staggered. His body lost balance and began to lean forward, terrified to feel that someone was pushing him from behind.
With the sound of the vase breaking, Jungkook's body fell over the corridor. And at the same time, a small laughter erupted from the back. However, he had no time to turn his head and find out who it was.
Jungkook
Oh no! Oh my god! ( panicked )
Jungkook approached like a creeper and began to pick up the pieces of the vase with his bare hands. Unlike the trembling fingertips, there was no hesitation in picking up sharp pieces.
Jungkook
Ah! eomma~ ( teared up )
Then, in the end, he cut his hand. As he sucked his fingers, a fishy taste struck his tongue. Red blood continued to ooze from the scratch, but Jungkook moved his hand again. Every time he touched a sharp piece, he was flinching in sharp pain, but he was busy thinking about how to fix it.
But then, he heard the sound of someone stepping on the broken pieces.
Jungkook's hands froze. The toe of the leather padded shoe came into sight. The moment he guessed who the owner of the shoe was, a careless voice fell into his ear.
Taehyung
What are you doing, little boy? ( asks with a bored tone )
Jungkook
( raised his head a little and immediately looked down as their eyes met )
Jungkook
Master. . .mmm. . .master.. I am sorry. . .master for-forgive me . ( says with a small scared tone )
Lalisa
Wow, really! Can’t you do any of the work? ( hissed at Jungkook)
Lalisa
Master, I will clean it. Please don't bother. This guy here, is a dumb. ( smiles and speaks shyly)
Lalisa
Move , you bish! ( whispers and elbows Jungkook's back pushing him away )
Jungkook
( he gets up silently looking down and wiped his palms on his dress making blood speared on it and blinked multiple times to avoid tears )
Taehyung
Tsk! ( walks away )
Taehyung
(He laughed while walking away and looking back at the meek naive Jungkook. He found Jungkook really adorable and pitiful then but then also he enjoyed teasing him )
Taehyung
(The little boy's clear round big teary red doe eyes looking at him with his chest openly passed through his head again.
Only then was he a young and humble slave boy.)
Taehyung had then left for a war.
The war took one full year to end. It was a war of conquest.
At the end of the boring days of repeated cease-fire and war, the emperor of Busan received complete surrender from two small kingdoms.
When the trumpet sounded that the war was over, the people were delighted, hugging each other.
Most stores lowered their product’s prices in commemoration of the victory; the rich opened their warehouses to feed the hungry; and the wandering musicians reenacted the glory of the caters with their flamboyant speech.
And it was said that Kim Taehyung was the hero of the war.
The cruel and ruthless god of war. When the black flag representing his army fluttered, the smell of blood arose. When he wielded a knife, his allies held their breath and lowered themselves.
The more he cut, trampled, and killed soldiers without mercy, the more the people of Busan praised him.
He won’t stop the knife under any circumstances! He’s slitting a few people’s throats on his own! Several rumors that may be true or false had been added to make him appear as a more brutal and elegant monster. Some accused Taehyung of being devilish and ruthless, but the accusation was often buried in the public’s cheers.
Hobi
Jungkookie! Jungkookie!
Hobi
The master is finally coming back! ( squeaks with excitement)
Hobi, who was holding a mop, made a big fuss. A little less than a year after working in this house, Hobi was about the same age as Jungkook. He couldn’t see Hobi often because they usually work in different areas, but they could be called friends.
Jungkook
The war is over? ( asks with his shy slow voice while looking at Hobi with wide eyes )
Hobi
I guess so. I can’t wait for him to come back! Master was always strong and good looking. . .( makes heart eyes )
Hobi
. . .so he must have gotten more handsome. But he’s a little scary, isn’t he? ( keeps his elbow on Jungkook )
Jungkook
Strong and good looking… ( mumbled as he got lost in his thoughts of how he first saw Taehyung)
Dark colored hair and brown eyes came to his mind first. The angular jaw and the sleek nose gave a strong and impenetrable feeling, but those clear eyes were sharp like a light-weighted blade. He was a dangerously handsome man, but his eyes were as cold as ice, giving him a heavy sense of intimidation.
Hobi
Shall we go see the parade?
Jungkook
I need to sweep the floor and set the water of cooking and a little more. Let’s go after this. ( gives a small smile )
After the war, a parade of endless nobles and peasants came in. Carriages lined up long on the main road from the capital to the castle gate, diligently carrying various rare things.
Jungkook had ever seen in his life. Shiny jewels, engineers, artists who made vases of soil, marble carvers, all sorts of people and things were present.
Taehyung was also granted numerous properties and territories in recognition of his contribution. Most of the spoils went to his share, but the material things that Taehyung already had were meaningless. Therefore, for him, the greatest honor was the spoils of war.
But this time, it was different.
The most special and unusual thing he’d ever received in this war was the Prince of Daegu.
Prince of Daegu. A perfect match for Master.
At the news of the master's wedding, the maids were busy preparing to welcome the wife.
Hobi
He must be beautiful, right? He's a prince, full of dignity! ( says with dream eyes )
Jungkook
Hm. . . a prince for a knight. ( whispers inaudibley)
Taehyung had never touched the maids. It was a public fact and natural thing for nobles to regard their servants under their control as their dogs. They were possessions bought by the aristocrats and could be used at any time. Nevertheless, Taehyung had never taken the maids in this house.
Hobi
I wish I could hug him at least once. His shoulders are so wide and he’s so tall… so gorgeous! AH, of course I have Jackson. ( whines )
Jungkook
( pauses and thinks about Taehyung's body posture for a while )
Hobi had a crush on Jackson, the gardener. The maids were usually not allowed to get married, but it depended on the owner’s permission. Taehyung was on the side of allowing maids to get married. So, Hobi was dreaming of marrying Jackson.
Jungkook
I hope he comes back safe. ( just mumbles thoughtlessly as he leaves towards the wall, his chubby cheeks getting squeezed on the wall)
Comments
LordPARKJIMIN-SSI
Liar it's 25000
2023-07-31
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2023-07-21
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Greedy liar motherfcker
2023-07-21
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