Author's Note: Here's the new story. It may take a little bit of time to get it up and running. I'm not sure how it is going to work so bear with me. It could come out quickly or it could drag on. Who knows?
Also, SHINee is in this one. You'll have to read the first chapter to find out what it's about, but I hope you like it. It's just a random thought I had and have been working on it for two days. So here is the madness that is my brain on crack (cotton candy that is). Hopefully you like it. And leave me wonderful comments. Bad ones are okay but good ones make me happy. Speculate as much as you want on this one.
As I write this my cat is playing with her shadow.
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Jun Pyo turned and looked at his friends. All three of them were staring at him like he had lost his mind. He probably had. Nothing as important as this had happened since his marriage and the birth of his son. Now he was able to be slightly weird.
But things had to be done. The Constitutional Republic of Korea demanded it. Now what that meant was Korea was a constitutional monarchy, much like Great Britain. After the Korean War, the monarchy was reinstated so the people would have something to believe in. After a war that had borough them closer with the United States they needed something that was wholly theirs.
The position of president had been changed to Emperor and the man in that position had stepped down. An election had taken place one final time and Jeon Sung Min had been chosen as emperor. His family of seven had been moved from their quiet suburb home to the old Joseon Palace until a new place could be refurbished.
During that time, the former emperor had died and his son had taken over. His son had lived away from the palace and had had been asked to return at his father's death. He had brought with him two children.
That had occurred a little over four years ago. The children had even in elementary school and high school. The older child would be heading into college, and that was what was causing all the ruckus.
Even the rise of the monarchy couldn't stop Shinhwa Group from taking over again. They were still the leading group in acquisitions, trade, and everything. The only group who beat them in any area was Song Construction. As it was the company was the one in charge of building the new palace.
Because of that the Songs had been asked to house heir to the throne while he was in college. Unfortunately they had to turn downhill sniffer due to construction. Costs. They had so many projects on there was hardly anyone home. The royal family member had to have someone there at all times.
So the student had been bounced to Jun Pyo's house. He and Jan Di had alternating schedules so someone would always be home with their son. It was a somewhat perfect set up.
That was the reason Jun Pyo was acting weird. He was supposed to be helping get the house ready, but he had never cleaned in his life. He had no idea how to do it. So he supervised in his own word way.
Yi Jeong looked at his watch. "I know you want us all here, but I have to go. I have a meeting with perspective artists. I'm trying to get a new showing of international artists to boost their popularity."
"Anyone we know?" Ji Hoo asked.
The youngest member shrugged. "A couple maybe but the rest are virtual unknowns. Some are students."
Jun Pyo poured a bit. "Fine. Go on. I guess we'll manage."
Yi Jeong left the other two watching their idiot friend act like a moron. There was nothing they could do to help so they stood quietly.
What seemed like hours passed when there was a knock at the door. Everyone scurried about. Jun Pyo looked sick as he walked over to the window and looked out. The Royal emblem was emblazoned across the doors of the car.
They were here.
Hurriedly, he walked to the door. Woo Bin and Ji Hoo looked at each other and shrugged. He hadn't been like this since his son's birth. What a time for him to lose his mind.
The three men walked out the door to stand under the awning. A well dressed man got out of the front passenger seat and walked to the back of the car. He opened the door and bowed slightly.
The first person out of the car was a short brown haired man. He wasn't the same age as the men before him but he wasn't a high school student. The ear piece in his ear gave him away as a body guard.
The second and third men were blond headed. They shifted to the other side of the door, opposite their friend. The fourth man was the tallest one with black hair. He stretched as he unfolded himself. Jun Pyo wondered if Woo Bin had that issue sometimes.
Finally the royal family member stepped out. He had lilac hair that faded to blond as it receded to his roots. He gnawed at the corner of his bottom lip as he looked around. It was obvious he still wasn't used to the lifestyle of royalty.
He focused on his hosts with a gently smile and bowed deeply. "Hello. My name is Jeon Taemin. These are my guards Shim Onew, Kim Jonghyun, Lee Key, and Lee Minho. Please don't treat us differently because we're from the palace."
"How old are you?" Ji Hoo asked.
"Twenty-two."
The doctor pinched Woo Bin aggressively, twisting the skin violently. "Don't start singing Taylor Swift." The architect only smiled. "What year are you in school?"
"I'm a sophomore in college. Minho and I go together every day because he's finishing up his degree. I'm majoring in art while he works with music mechanics."
The guys shared interested looks with each other. Yi Jeong would be really happy to hear that. He was always looking for new people to teach art to. Music was Ji Hoo's department so they would inadvertently end up talking about that. There was some common ground here.
Jun Pyo was fidgety as he turned back to the house. "Please come inside."
His friends cringed at the man's attempt at formal language as they followed the group inside. Jun Pyo didn't use formal language to anyone. He was so far off that radar that it was amazing he talked to anyone like they were normal human beings. Even his wife and Yi Jeong's fiancé were wary around him most of the time. But Jan Di would let him have it whenever he deserved it. She could be as nasty as he was.
The staff followed them and separated to do their jobs. Some hung around in the background to see if they were needed. They were all on edge with the Crown Prince in the house. There was no doubt that Jun Pyo was going to be even snarkier with royalty in the house. He was the type who liked things perfect.
"Would you like to go to your rooms first or have a meal?" he asked. He had gone all out and had made the best guest rooms in the house available to them. He had even asked for the best meals to be prepared while the prince stayed in the house. It was going to cost a small fortune but he said he could handle it.
Taemin smiled, looking at the floor briefly in embarrassment. "Please. We're not in the palace so lower your speech. Even Onew doesn't talk to me like this."
Jun Pyo shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."
"Then talk comfortably while we're here. This is your house. I'm just your guest."
Glancing back at his friends, the CEO of Shinhwa Group nodded. "I may be able to do that. What would you like to do?"
The younger man looked at his friends. They shrugged, not really caring at what he decided. His gentle smile never faded as he looked back at his host. It was so reminiscent of what Jun Pyo did sometimes. Well, except for the gentle smile. The man rarely smiled gently unless he was talking to his wife or son, but he always consulted with his friends.
"We'd like to take a moment to settle in. This is the first time in four years I've been out of the palace and in a normal home. I want to feel it again," he said kindly.
The host looked at his butler and the older man stepped forward to lead the men to their accommodations. They could hear him talking to the new group as they walked up the stairs and disappeared around the corner. He was giving the history on the house and how many rooms there were and what they could do. He was totally being a know it all.
The nanny brought Jun Pyo's son to him. Just like his father, Eun Seul had curly black hair that bounced around his head. He had his mother's nose and dimples and happy smile. She tried to hush the child, but he had seen his father. Jun Pyo took his son and bounced him as he swung the baby to his hip. The little boy immediately grabbed his ear and started to scratch it.
"What are you going to do?" Woo Bin asked. Ever the one to get the conversation rolling, he looked pleasantly enthused at the situation at hand.
"I'll accommodate him as much as possible. I've been told to be strict on him but he's so young. I think he needs to have some fun," Jun Pyo said as he tried to pry his son's hands away from his shirt collar.
The Royal family had strict guidelines for their children. The heir to the throne was not supposed to have any outside relationships that would be detrimental to the throne. He was to be cordial and understanding at all times and a hard worker. The envoy from the palace had made sure that Jun Pyo had the list of appropriate schedules that Taemin could do, and the inappropriate ones that he should stay away from. Everything the man's life was organized.
But to the man who ran the biggest company, it looked like slave labor. Taemin's personality said he wasn't going to argue with it, but he should be able to have a little bit of fun. Jun Pyo wasn't going to stop him if he wanted to meet with friends along the way.
"Don't go too overboard. He has to keep up an image. We don't want have to ruin his reputation. He's going to be Emperor some day," Ji Hoo cautioned. As it was, Taemin had the pure and unadulterated look going on about him. They had wondered if the kid had ever had a girlfriend.
"I know. I'll be careful." He looked at the huge clock on the wall. "Get to work. I know you two have a lot to do. It's a busy time for you, Woo Bin, as you plan the layout for the palace, and Ji Hoo has to work at the hospital. Thank you for being here, but I'm okay now."
The older two men looked at each other with impressed looks. Their friend had really grown in the last two years. He was finally a man instead of a little snot nosed brat that had acted spoiled and carefree.
They said their goodbyes and left the house and their friend to his fate. All of them knew this was going to be interesting, but they had yet to see how interesting or how much trouble all of this was going to cause. Because whatever F4 did, there was always something that was going to backfire right before it got any better.