solidify // minsung

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"All hail Your Majesty, King Taeho."

The state council gathered in the thrown room where King Taeho sat with a scowl scorned on his face, his eyes in a firm stare at the men in front of him. The council, along with a couple of eunuchs, put them self into a bow on the floor to pay their respect to him. With a nod from the king they soon rised waiting for him to speak.

"Where is the prince?"

Hushed whispers filled the room as the officials looked at one another. The king inhaled a sharp breath before slamming his fist on the arm of his thrown. Silence came over them and soon enough one of the officials came forth his head inclined.

"Your majesty, we could not find him."

"WELL WORK HARDER YOU FOOLS!"

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Prince Minho sat in front of his literature teacher, trying to form words of poetry. His mind whirled trying to think of something but nothing came up, he sighed, his eyes glazing over. This was so boring. He glanced at his teacher, Woojin, who was looking at him expectantly. He gave a small smile to the teacher.

"I can't do this." Minho said, his tone dull. He placed his caligraphy utensil into the ink bowl next to the blank sheet of paper before bringing it out, thoughts of creating a drawing of a flower instead. It would be a better way to spend his time.  "Can't I draw instead."

Woojin huffed. Minho loved to test his patience at the most important times. Grabbing the utensil out of Minho's hand, Woojin began to write a poem. "This isn't art, your father specifically hired me to teach you literature not silly scribbles."

Before long Woojin produced a poem and placed it infront of Minho. His finger tapping on it. "Memorise this, re write it and give it to your father. We both won't get in trouble then."

Minho grinned, this is why he knew Woojin was a true friend and not just his teacher. He gave Woojin a slight jab with his fist, his face pulling into a grin. "I knew I liked you for a reason."

"You only like me because I stop you from getting in trouble." Woojin shook his head, chuckling.

Minho nodded agreeing with him, his eyes glancing over the poem.  "True, I'm not going to disagree. Hey,  you know, you deserve a lot more credit for how creative you are. Why are you here teaching a kings scoundrel son, when you could become a famous poet?"

"You're the crown prince, not a scoundrel and plus your father pays alot more than what I'd get selling a poem." Woojin stated, his shoulders shrugging, his face pushing into a frown.

Minho pouted, he knew full well that wasn't the reason why Woojin wasn't doing what he loved and instead working for his father. Woojin was self conscience witn his work and, was also a terrible liar. Minho could see through every single lie he told.  "I know you Woojin,  that isn't the reason."

"Forget it, Minho."

"Hey Woojin, cover for me." Minho suddenly said, an idea popping into his mind. He wanted to get something for his friend that would hopefully give him some inspiration, something that'd stop him moping. Minho hated it when Woojin moped, it made him feel like a terrible friend.

"Oh hell no, you aren't doing anything like that again." Woojin shook his head. "You barely made it back in time last time, before you got caught. I. Almost. Had. A. Heart. Attack."

Minho grinned, his eyes glinting. "Come on, I'll be quick, promise."

"For a prince, you sure are annoying."

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Jisung huffed as he sat a crate full of jewellery on the wooden bench of the market stall. Beads of sweat falling down his face. He glanced at his mother as she began to take stuff out of the crate and place them neatly on bench. She too was sweating and he became worried. "Mum, you shouldn't of came out,  it's hot today. You'll just get yourself more sick."