"So you played with his heart and now he's becoming king. He WILL have you decapitated", he lightheartedly laughed and I smacked his arm.
"I hate that you're right", I stated with doe eyes.
"Hey, but maybe you can become his queen!"
"Yeah, sure thin...
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Taeyang couldn't stop looking at Yeonjun. And he knew it. He damn knew it.
They were currently in the middle of cutting his hair, the Event Organizer, Lee, was holding an iPad and checking things off the list, merely glancing up from the screen.
Yet, all Taeyang's eyes decided to look at was him. The sound of the scissors cutting his bangs was somewhat soothing, and the smile he was sending her in that moment only made her blush profusely.
"So, I have also pre-arranged a selection of Hanboks that can be made to fit your majesty perfectly".
"No", Yeonjun said. Everyone stopped what they were doing.
Even the hairdresser had stopped cutting his hair.
It was known, and a fact, that the ball was always traditional. Korea had never seen a ball where the royal family, or the guests, wore anything other than the traditional clothes, or the ambiance was any different from traditional lamps, silks and colors.
"Are you sure, Your Majesty?", Lee asked. "It– It's always been a tradition to hold the ball in Hanboks".
"That's exactly why I am making a change", he smiled at the woman and clasped his hands. "I want this ball to be different, to be... refreshing, if you'd like".
"Your Majesty always is right, but... wouldn't it perhaps be a bit... scandalous?" Lee looked horrified by the fact that Yeonjun wanted to hold a ball in anything other than the traditional clothes.
"Then let it be scandalous", he smiled. "I bet all guests will be pleased to have a change of scenery for once in a while".
"But the press–"
"Miss Lee, shall I call another event planner?", Miss Noh interrupted. Taeyang had to swallow a giggle at the way the younger woman's eyes widened. "I bet losing this prominent event-planning opportunity would signify great loss for your business. Besides, Your Majesty has already decided".
Miss Lee nodded silently before stretching two lines over "Hanboks" written on the page. She smiled painfully as her idea was discarded, and Taeyang felt for her. Her eyes went to Yeonjun and he was looking at her already, a puzzled look on his eyes. She furrowed her eyebrows for a split second, signaling he was being a kid, and the King could not resist a stifle laugh from leaving his precious lips.
"Do you perhaps need a drink of water, Your Majesty?", Taeyang was already walking towards him to hand him his bottle. His fingers lingered a bit too long on hers, and she retrieved her hand as fast as the speed of light. "Miss Lee, please let's go to the next topic".
She walked next to the event planner, avoiding his eyes and that stupid smile that crept on those lips. The woman looked stunned at the recent interaction, but managed to make up a smile and nod.
"So next, color palette", she smiled. Looking hopefully at Yeonjun, she went ahead with her idea. "What about silver and blue? Similar to the colors of our flag, and definitely high-end..."
"Nope", he smiled while the hairdresser brushed his neck and hair off the recently cut off hair. He stood up after the protective cape was taken off him, and he started walking toward the meeting room.
Miss Lee scurried behind him, holding the binder close to her chest.
"Your Majesty, I must express my concern...", their voices were muffled by them entering the room.
Taeyang was about to follow behind, but Miss Noh's hand stopped her from doing so. For her to be an old woman, she surely had a very strong grip.
"Miss Kang", she called. Taeyang turned around.
"Miss Noh", she smiled at the scary yet tiny old woman.
"Just an advise"
"What can I possibly advise you in, Miss Noh? Although, I am happy to help".
The old woman laughed, her eyes showing all the years that tiny body had put through in the form of smile lines. Taeyang didn't know what to expect when the words left her mouth, but she definitely didn't expect the old woman to laugh at her. She waited silently while her cheeks blushed profusely, and looked at the floor until all croaks of laughter ceased.
"I must remind you that you are part of the Royal Staff. Your every move could be misinterpreted by outsiders", the old woman said. "That is my advice to you", the old woman started walking towards the meeting room.
Taeyang followed suit.
"I don't know what could I have done for you to believe I need that kind of advice, but I assure you that I understand completely my position in this Royal Commission".
"Then you must know that touching the King's hands, unless a handshake, is not permitted. His Majesty shall not be touched without him asking for it; and even then, only in the intimacy of Royal Marriage", the woman stated.
"Oh", Taeyang gulped. "That was a mistake. I apologize, and will make sure that I don't make it again", she stated.
"Good", Miss Noh said. "I can't fire you, but I will talk to the Queen if I deem your removal appropriate".
"Removal?", Yeonjun's eyes traveled from the old woman to Taeyang, and then back. "Why on earth would you even consider removing her from her place?"
"Your Majesty", Miss Noh replied. "I was merely making sure the professional environment remains professional".
"Thank you, sincerely. But I will define what professional means and what I am content with. So far, Taeyang has been nothing but a good assistant".
"It's Miss Kang during working hours, not Taeyang", the old woman said as her final words before entering the room and taking a seat near the window.
Taeyand looked at Yeonjun, who just rolled his eyes and smiled at her, asking with his eyes if she was okay. She nodded silently, wanting to scream to his face that whenever he behaved like that, protective of her, she felt like bursting into sparkles.
"Let's organize this ball, then", she started walking inside the meeting room. "Color scheme has already been decided?", she asked Miss Lee.
The woman nodded with very little enthusiasm.
"Periwinkle and sage green", she replied. "And gold rose silver-wear. So far... so good", the woman smiled forcefully.
"Let's keep on, then", Yeonjun also took a seat.
"Music, I believe. Shall we open with classical music?", Lee asked.
Yeonjun looked at Taeyang, and she just shrugged back at him.
