[FanFic MLSHR] Moon Lover Scarlet Heart Ryeo One Shot 23 Stay Still

Title: Moon Lover Scarlet Heart Ryeo One Shot 23 Stay Still
Genre: Humor
Rating:  PG-13
Character: Prince Wang Jung 14th (One sided love)
Summary: Wax on. Wax Off.





Love. It was a horrific emotions that would cause people to be fools and tolerate the odd quirks of their love ones. Jung had a big heart. He love Hae Soo because she was the first one to defend him with her whole body.

She was fragile but she was strong in spirit and Jung love that of her so much. Hae Soo so warmth hugging him and calling him as her little brother. Hae Soo whose lips curve upward like the moon.

Jung was his mother's son. What he want he would persist to obtain, because his brother Yo seem to always gain his mother's love. Sure he had his moments with her, but certain things he wanted to do such as fight and run off into the outside world was look upon with frowns.

He was a mama's boy as Baek Ah would call him. Even Eun always taunted him for how close he stuck to his mother, but Jung love his family.

He didn't trust Wang So, but his mother told him of how he wanted him to be harmed, but there are moments he view his older brother strangely. He was gone for so long and he could sympathize with the man. Their mother wasn't kind to him, but he couldn't understand why there was a resentment that exist from his mother and his older brother Yo to Wang So.

But getting far along to the point, Hae Soo had him lay down with a paper on his face while she brushes on chemicals onto his face. He admits the item smelled and his face felt wet and itchy. However, Hae Soo was bent on keeping him down. She started to chant and babble about how she watches a show once upon a time. That there was a show about a karate kid. What's a karate kid?

Most of the time he couldn't understand what she was saying, but her voice was so cheerful and he felt himself submitting to her whims. Her descriptions of how this reminds her of waxing on and waxing off motions and it was soothing, but all Jung could do was follow the brush that went above his eye sight of his forehead going back and forth.

He tries to talk but he was utterly failing here. He wasn't doing so well at all.

Yet the gleam and laughter all he could do was stay put and listen to wax on an wax off. It gotten worse when he started to say the same words outside and his friends were giving him wide berth, but hey it was catchy.