Just another lonely night.

Working at the bar right underneath your apartment.

You don't have college going for you. Or anything else.

Just thus bar to run.

Fist fights are the norm, as well as calling a taxi for customers that spend the night.

You get regulars, tourists, businessmen, teenagers, people from everywhere. Your bar isn't big, or known, it's just a regular bar.

Nothing exquisite.

Nobody particularly special.

"Something strong." Someone orders. You nod your head, grabbing a shot glass.

Hot.

Yup, that's all you can think as you reach for a small bottle on the shelf behind you.

"Where you from?" The man looks at you, a dark glint in his eyes. His eyes look to be in a deep analysis, scanning over you. Not in the way that most perverted drunks would, but in a trusting way.

"I'm not a cop." You blurt out, almost immediately regretting it. "Sorry, here's your drink." His hand catches the glass you slide to him.

As soon as he's downed the liquid, asked for another round, then downed that, he answers.

"Kouka. I work as a bodyguard."

"Hmm~ Your client frustrating you?"

He takes another drink. "No. Reason why you'd say that?"

You smile, setting down your rag just to lean in. "Well you tell me. You just decided to chug down three shots of my strongest. Most people are quite pissed off about something when behavior like that shows up."

He grins back as you straighten up. "Anything else you can figure out?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Nope. Not at all."

"You're lying."

"As are you."

"You've seen just about everything, why stop?"

"Because you've seen twice as more."

The quick exchange of words are monotone, sharp. Nothing rehearsed.

The man leans back in his bar stool. His raven black hair brushes over his eyes and his piercing blue gaze can only make you stand your ground more so than usual. But he seems so, so familiar.

"...I know you..." You whisper. He grins even more.

"There we go. You're finally getting it."

"Who are you protecting?"

"Someone you knew."

"Was their death meaningless?"

"Their death brought the rise of Kouka."

Your blood runs cold.

"I know you." You say and he brings out his spear, one you remember from long ago.

"(f/n), my love, how nice to see you aren't bathed in the blood of our previous king."

"Hak, dear, how grand to know that you're still on my opposing side..."

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reader knew hak :0 so reader killed the king under orders of su-won as his body guard. hak and reader used to love each other, even though they were on opposite sides before and after the murder. reader got away from that life, but hak found them. hak will now kill the reader for the previous king :D sorrynotsorry