Iseul's confession of not knowing how to help a customer in their ordered robe made made him look like such an unprofessional weaver in Jun-Suk's eyes, which weaver wouldn't know how to put their own creations on someone? Weren't you supposed to know what you let people wear?
Iseul noticed the prince staring at him which made him feel uncomfortable, as uncomfortable as laying on ice that takes away your woolen blanket's warmth.
"My lord..?" Iseul asked before taking a small step back, his heel touching the wooden and paper wall behind him, but then... He noticed Jun-Suk taking two steps towards him, being even closer to him than they were prior to his single step backward.
"Well then, why are you scared," was that a question? Iseul wondered, should he answer- "I'm gonna teach you your own job," the prince said, it wasn't a command, yet it felt like it.
Iseul blinked a few times, his eyes felt dry as this intimidating figure made him have to think about blinking... Even breathing.
Iseul took a deep breath, letting out a little cough before he felt a firm grip right on his adam's apple... It hurt so bad.
He could feel his heels being lifted off of the paper floor as he moved towards the middle of the room with the firm hand guiding him, his eyes locked right on the owner of that hand who could be seen having a small smile on his face, though his eyes didn't seem to show any sign of happiness.
It nearly looked as if half of his face was that of an angel while the other is that of a demon, ready to devour whatever would land in their den.
The prince's other hand gently held onto his pointing and middle finger before sliding his hand to grab onto Iseul's fragile hand, guiding it up to lay on his abdomen, tugging onto the string that defined the man's narrow hard feeling waist, making Iseul's eyes slowly wander down.
"Take it off," the prince commanded which made him clear his throat uncomfortable before quickly untying it, the prince as response finally letting go off of his neck, making him grab towards it to gently rub his hurting skin.
"Did I tell you you could stop?" Jun-Suk said, leaning down over Iseul with his sharp eyes glaring down at him with a tilted head, the beads hanging from his hanbok lightly brushing against his chiseled jaw.
Iseul could feel his body grow hot from his nerves raging through his body, he fastened the pace of taking off the robe, making the prince chuckle "So you do know," the prince accused.
Iseul quickly pulled away his hands as the previously worn robe fell onto the floor, revealing the muscular body, where was he supposed to look now? Does he look at those deadly cold eyes or at his body... No, he looked to the side, his adam's apple visibly moving up and down from swallowing saliva.
Jun-Suk looked down at the noticeably shy weaver, oh the thrill he felt from seeing someone shake in fear or feel inferior in front of him.
"Do I have to do everything for you? Put the new gonryongpo on me," the prince said before shoving Iseul right off of his feet on his right side.
Iseul quickly crawled towards the table he had laid the robe on and stood up once more, moving to stand behind the prince "My lord, could you please-" the prince put his arms up to the side "Thank you," Iseul thanked the man, bowing for him though he wasn't in his vision, he felt like this man would even have those eyes in the back of his head to watch his every move.
The prince rolled his eyes, did this peasant just ask something of him? How dare he.
He decided to let Iseul go off easy, at least he had some sort of humanity inside of him, or what remains of it that is. Iseul wasn't sure whether he would tie the ribbon around the prince's waist or if the man would do so himself.
Iseul didn't notice the prince trying to tie the ribbon around him, so he figured it was a sign for him to do so.
The weaver reached from behind the prince to awkwardly tie the ribbon in front of him, having the side of his face and his chest push into the bigger man's back; The prince grew the same wicked smile on his face while his eyes stayed dull, not even a single blink.
Once the ribbon was tied, he felt a hold wrap onto both his wrists as Jun-Suk walked back, forcing Iseul to walk back as well, landing with his back against the wall before the prince let go off of him.
Jun-Suk turned around and pinned his hands on the wall beside the boy's head, checking him out, up... And down.
Those painful daggers of eyes staring at him made him freeze, was he not supposed to tie it? Why wouldn't he have told him.
"You make it hard to stay kind," the prince said, kind? This man was the opposite of kind "you're the first peasant who dares touching me like that," it was clear he wasn't supposed to now.
"I apolog-" his mouth got covered, muffling the rest of his apology before he noticed the prince's face coming closer to his to the point he began to panic... His impulsive responses getting the best of him as he fiercely pushed the prince away from him before ducking to quickly run out of the prince's chambers.
He quickly hooked the straw slippers onto his right hand after his left slid the door shut behind him with a loud thud, running through the mud with his soft socks, back to his mentor.
The prince didn't bother hurrying after someone of so little importance, he got his fun and loved every second of the responses this boy gave him, the thrill rushing through his veins once more.
Iseul had arrived in front of his mentor's hanok, whispering out his name as tears began running down his face, he held them back since the moment he went under the gaze of this prince.
He felt like the only person who would understand him and feel for him would be Tae Kim, his gentle mentor.