Bro I immediately fell in love with yan!wayv x maid!reader (shouts out to the lovely who sent it in) could we get a pt2 mayhaps???
Anonymous Said: can we have a part 2 for that yan!kings! wayv?
Anonymous Said: can we mayhaps have a pt 2 to the yandere wayv kings drabble?? thank you!
As with every day before this one, you were given a simple task: clean the library. Only, what should have been easy, and only have taken you a few hours at most, turned into one of the most difficult assignments you’ve ever had.
Normally, when you go to do your work, you’re by yourself, or joined by other palace servants to help in whatever task you’ve been sent to do that day. Only, today, when you were told you were going to be alone in the library while you worked, you had walked in on not one, but two of your king’s friends sitting by the large bay windows. They had been leaning into each other, voices low so as not to be overheard, but still, the frowns on their faces had made it seem as if they were arguing about something, or rather, someone.
“Your Majesty, Your Highness,” you greet with a bow towards each of them in turn.
King Ten smiles warmly at you as Prince Yangyang moves to stand.
“What brings you to the library today?” Yangyang asks, sounding casual but in reality wanting to keep you here for as long as he can.
You blink, not used to being acknowledged by other royals like this. Well, other than when King Ten and the rest of Kun’s friends visit. They all seem to be the only ones who treat you like a person. It’s just been so long since you’ve last seen them, you’ve forgotten what it feels like.
“Please, do not mind me,” you bow once more. “I will do my best not to disturb you while I clean.”
Ten frowns slightly, “do you ever get time off from your duties?”
“Oh, yes!” You reply politely. “My King give all of his servants ample time to themselves, especially in the evenings.”
There are those words again. Your King. They both scowl.
“Which means you should be able to accompany me for dinner tonight if you have the evening free.” King Xiaojun says, appearing from around the corner of one of the shelves, moving to lean against it in the next moment with his arms crossed casually in front of his chest. “That is, if you’ll join me, of course.”
“Perhaps they would like to accompany me instead,” King Sicheng says, his voice nearly startling you as you turn to see him approaching you from behind. “I was planning on dining in the gardens this evening.”
The smile he sends you is soft, but to the other three, it appears as calculated as his statement. Each of them have done their research on you, of course, and they all know you enjoy spending some of your free time in the gardens. They still haven’t forgiven Prince Lucas for sending you an arrangement of your favourite flowers before they could themselves.
“That does sound lovely,” you hum, and your words have Sicheng’s smile widening, only for it to fall in the next second, “but I'm afraid I'll have to decline Your Majesty’s offers. I must complete my tasks for the day and I'm afraid I will not be finished in time for the evening meals.”
“You mean you’re going to clean right through supper?” Prince Yangyang asks in disbelief.
“It really isn’t good to be skipping meals,” Ten adds with a frown.
“Oh, no!” You’re quick to reassure them all at the concerned looks they throw your way. “The cooks always set aside meals for the staff when they have to work late. One of them will be me, today.”
Just then, you hear the doors to the library open and three sets of footsteps entering the room. As soon as you lock eyes with the king, you bow deeply.
“Your Highnesses. My King.” You straighten as Kun stops a few feet away from you, book held in his hand as both Prince Hendery and Prince Lucas flank him on either side. “I will get started on cleaning the library right away.”
“Were these punks bothering you?” Kun asks, tone teasing to you, but pointed to the other royals in the room. “I cannot have you near my staff if all you’re going to do is bother them as they try to do their jobs.”
“Oh, no, My King,” you shake your head, quick to defend them. “None of Their Majesty’s or Their Highnesses could ever be a bother to me.”
Kun doesn’t fail to miss the way the four males in front of him smirk, and he’d bet everything the other two behind him are as well.
“Alright,” he sighs. “But if they are, tell me and I'll kick them out.”
You bow to him once more, scurrying off in the next moment to begin your task of cleaning the library.
About an hour passes and you manage to to have cleaned a large portion when you finally move back to the main section of the library. All seven royals are still there, sitting around in the lounges. Some converse with one another, while a few read leisurely. You notice both Kun and Ten have a small stack of books resting beside them each.
Setting your attention back onto the task at hand, you don’t even register Hendery approaching you until he’s practically standing right beside you. You jump.
“Your Highness,” you blink at him with wide eyes, “you startled me.”
“My apologies,” Prince Hendery chuckles.
“Stop terrorizing my staff,” Kun chastises from the lounge he’s currently sitting on.
Hendery simply rolls his eyes, making you chuckle. Of course, he can feel the six sets of eyes glaring holes into his back at this fact, but the smugness he feels at being able to make you laugh is worth it every time.
Acting casual, Hendery pretends to browse some of the titles in front of him. Of course, he’s not going to let you know the real reason he came over was to talk to you, and be near you, even though the others can tell that that was exactly his intention. They only wish they had been quick enough to do so themselves.
Trailing a finger along the shelf, Hendery hums. “You clean exceptionally well.”
“I should hope so,” you huff out a breath through your nose as you reply without thinking, “that’s my job.”
The library, which had been silent before, now fills with a deadly tension, as if the fall of a pin could set off a catastrophe at any moment. You can feel all eyes on you now, and you straighten.
You clear your throat, “I mean-”
Before you can even rush out an apology for talking back to the prince, you hear three sets of laughter erupt from behind you. Turning around, you see both King Ten and Prince Yangyang doubled over in their seats while King Xiaojun throws his head back in his. Even King Kun cannot seem to fight the way his lips curve upwards at your response.
“I meant,” Hendery flushes, “you always do an extraordinary job.”
You avert your gaze to the floor, embarrassment causing your voice to come out smaller than you intend. “Thank you, Your Highness.”
Hendery smiles, but before he can say anything, Prince Lucas is beating him to it.
“Really, you are incredible,” he adds. “It’s been, what? An hour and you’re already halfway done?”
“I wouldn’t say that,” your face heats, shifting slightly in your spot.
“Really, my own staff could learn a thing or two from you,” Ten adds.
“You should come work for me, instead.” Xiaojun voices casually, turning a page in his book. His words, which sound like a playful quip to you, couldn’t be more pointed towards the other six.
“I think they are quite happy where they are right now,” Kun chimes in, not even raising his gaze from the book in his hands.
“I think they can speak for themselves,” Sicheng smiles, again, kindly at you, calculated towards the others.
“My King is right,” you nod in confirmation. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
Your words make Kun’s heart absolutely soar in his chest, a bashful smile taking over his features as the other six turn to shoot him looks of either disbelief, or glare at him.
“Why does he make you refer to him like that?” Yangyang asks the question on all of their minds.
“Like what, Your Highness?” You tilt your head slightly in curiosity.
“We’ve never once heard you address him as ‘Your Majesty’, or anything else,” Lucas says casually, even though he (and the other five) are hanging onto every word.
“Are you asking me why I refer to My King as ‘My King’?” Your brow furrows, and Ten nearly scoffs at the question you pose.
Well, when you put it like that...
“Yes,” Hendery confirms with a nod. “We're just curious, is all.”
Looking towards Kun, you meet his gaze which is suddenly on you as he peers over the top of his book. Subtly, he nods his head, as if encouraging you to answer.
“Because that’s what he is.” You reply simply. “He is My King.”
Xiaojun’s eyes narrow, having noticed this small interaction between the both of you. He scoffs. “A king who not only forces you to address him as such, but who needs to give you permission to speak as well.”
Kun’s eyes narrow at King Xiaojun across from him.
“If you were to come live with me, you’d never have to abide by those types of stupid rules again,” Ten voices, and all heads, including your own, turn to look at him. “You could address whoever, however you wanted. You could speak your mind freely without having to seek permission to do so.”
At this, Kun slams his book closed, but your voice halts him in his tracks, calming the storm raging just beneath the surface of his skin.
“You all think I refer to him as ‘My King’ because he makes me do so? That I need his permission to speak my mind?” The disbelief in your tone has them blinking in surprise at you.
“Then why do you do such things if he does not command you to do so?” Sicheng could not be more confused as he meets your gaze.
“Why?” You reply, incredulously, and your next words have Kun’s chest swelling with pride while the others look on with envy clear in their gazes. “Because I respect him.”
