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Song Jae knelt beside him, her hands trembling slightly as she assessed his wound. Blood stained his clothes, soaking through the fabric.
"What are you waiting for?! Quickly, find a way to treat him!" Hwang barked, his voice laced with urgency.
Song Jae's brows furrowed in irritation, but she remained calm. "Young sir, I'm trying to assess the depth of the injury to determine the best course of treatment." She glanced up briefly, her voice firm yet composed. "Please, can you be quiet for a moment? I need to examine it carefully."
She swallowed hard, then added, "I'm no doctor, but I'll do my best to help."
Hwang opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. He clenched his fists, forcing back his impatience. She's just a little girl, he reminded himself.
Arguing with her was pointless. But if Song Jae knew what he was thinking, she would have been absolutely livid.
Taking a deep breath, she turned back to the injured man. "I need wine, a needle, thread, hwangto, yakgwan, and both dry and wet cloths. The last two medicines I mentioned are especially important, so make sure to bring them."
Hwang narrowed his eyes. "Is that all?"
"Yes, that's all. Hurry before he loses consciousness, or I won't be able to help him."
He hesitated for a brief moment before stepping closer, lowering his voice. "Fine, but let me give you a piece of friendly advice."
His tone turned ice-cold. "Don't even think about escaping. If you dare to run, I'll track you down and kill you."
Song Jae barely flinched at the threat, her mind too preoccupied with her patient.
But then— "If anything happens to the prince—"
Hwang's own words caught in his throat. His blood ran cold as he realized his mistake.
Silence. Chul Kwan, who had been conserving his strength, suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was sharp as a blade, slicing through the air like an executioner's sword. He fixed Hwang with a cold, piercing stare.
A chill shot down Hwang's spine. His breath hitched. Damn it! I let it slip!
Without a second thought, he spun on his heel and rushed out of the alley before Chul Kwan could utter a single word of punishment.
Song Jae, however, wasn't even paying attention to them. Her mind was stuck on a single word.
Prince. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. Wait… this scene. It's exactly like the novel!
The crown prince had been injured, hiding in an alley while waiting for his guard to return with a doctor. But instead of a doctor, the female lead had stumbled upon him and ended up saving his life.
And the prince—the cold, distant man who despised women—had, against all odds, grown protective of her.
Her lips parted slightly. Then… Chul Kwan… is the crown prince?
She stole a glance at him. But as she observed the man before her, something felt off.
The prince in the novel had protected the female lead because of the aura she carried—the halo that drew all powerful men toward her. But this man…
Chul Kwan sat before her like a frozen entity, a living iceberg devoid of emotion. He wasn't the type to care for a woman. Not naturally, at least.
His full name suddenly echoed in her mind. Chul Kwan.
She turned her attention back to his injury, carefully checking his pulse. But just as she leaned in—
Something cold pressed against her lips.Her breath hitched. Her entire body went rigid.
What…? A wave of shock crashed into her. Chul Kwan's lips… are on mine?!
Her eyes widened in disbelief. How?! When did he move so close?!
Kwan's body was just as stiff as hers, frozen in place like an ice sculpture. He wasn't moving. He wasn't even breathing. His mind, like hers, had gone completely blank.
What the hell is happening?! Their lips remained pressed together for a heartbeat too long before reality finally snapped back into place.
Both of them recoiled instantly. A sharp crack echoed through the alley.
Chul Kwan's head snapped to the side, a sharp stinging sensation spreading across his cheek.
Song Jae's hand was still raised in midair. She stared at her own palm, stunned. Had she just… slapped him?
Her mind spiraled into chaos. I hit a prince?!
But she couldn't bring herself to apologize.
Her heart pounded erratically. My first kiss… in both lifetimes… just happened like that?!
No romantic moment. No buildup. No reason. Just… an accident. A meaningless accident. Tears stung her eyes.
Chul Kwan, still reeling from the slap, frowned at her. Why the hell is she crying?!
She had slapped him, and she was crying?
He clenched his jaw, eyes darkening. He hadn't even settled the score with her, yet here she was, acting like she had suffered some great injustice.
His irritation flared. Does she even realize what she just took from me?! Seventeen years.
For seventeen years, he had kept his chastity intact. And now, just like that, it was gone.
Chul Kwan let out a scoff. "It was just a kiss. It's not like we slept together or anything."
Song Jae shot him a furious glare, furiously wiping at her lips as if she could erase what had happened.
His patience snapped. "Do you have any idea how many women dream of marrying me?" He shook his head, his frustration bubbling over. "Why the hell are you crying? It's not like I wanted to kiss you either."
His gaze turned colder. "And just so we're clear—you're not even my type." "I am not interested in a child.
Song Jae's breath hitched. A surge of anger and humiliation burned through her veins.
Her fists clenched. "Then why the hell did you kiss me?!" she shot back.
Chul Kwan stiffened. He had no answer. Because truth be told—he didn't know, either.
Chul Kwan's lips curled into a mocking smirk. "After all, you—" He deliberately paused, his gaze sweeping over her form before finishing, "—you're flat everywhere."
Song Jae froze. The words hit her like a sharp slap to the face.
Her chest tightened, and before she even understood why, tears welled up in her eyes. A lump formed in her throat, her emotions swirling between anger, humiliation, and an unsettling sadness. Why am I crying over this?!
She was from the twenty-first century. A kiss meant nothing to her. It was just an accident—nothing worth fussing over. But flat everywhere?!
Her mind snapped back to reality, and she instinctively glanced down at her chest.Flat.
A deep frown creased her brows as she hesitantly pressed a hand to her chest. Is this even considered a breast?
A wave of despair crashed over her. I miss my C-cup breasts!
No wonder Chul Kwan had laughed at her reaction. Damn it! Compared to his broad, sculpted torso, hers was practically nonexistent. It was probably even flatter than his own chest!
As Song Jae continued to stare in horror, touching and pressing against herself as if confirming her worst nightmare, Chul Kwan watched her with sheer disbelief.
His expression twitched. What the hell is she doing?!
Was she so devastated by the kiss that she had lost her mind?! Just then, heavy footsteps echoed through the alley.
Hwang returned, carrying a bag filled with medical supplies. But as he stepped into the dimly lit space, he stopped dead in his tracks.
His gaze flickered between Song Jae—who was still clutching her chest in distress—and his prince, who looked downright disturbed.
An awkward silence hung in the air. What the hell happened while I was gone?!
Hwang cleared his throat loudly, forcing their attention back to reality. "My lord, I've returned," he announced stiffly. Then he turned to Song Jae. "And little girl, this is what you asked for, right?"
He held out the bag of supplies.
Song Jae quickly snapped out of her thoughts. Seeing everything she needed was finally in front of her, she forced herself to focus. Forget it. Priorities first.
She exhaled deeply before pushing Chul Kwan's shoulders back, making him lean against the wall.
"Hold still," she instructed firmly. Her heart pounded against her ribs.
She wasn't a doctor. She had no real medical training. If she made a mistake…
She swallowed hard. I can't afford to mess this up.
Taking a steadying breath, she carefully peeled away the blood-soaked cloth that had been pressed against his wound. The sight of the deep, gaping cut made her stomach twist, but she forced herself to remain calm.
Reaching into the bag, she pulled out a clean cloth and wiped the dried blood surrounding the wound.
Then she grabbed a small wooden stick from the ground and held it out to him.
"Bite down on this," she said. Chul Kwan arched a brow. "Do I look like someone who fears pain?"
Song Jae rolled her eyes. So stubborn.
Without warning, she shoved the stick into his mouth before he could protest. His sharp glare burned into her, but he didn't spit it out.
She quickly took the bottle of wine, uncorked it, and without hesitation, poured the liquid directly onto his wound.
The moment the alcohol met raw flesh, it felt like fire. Pain shot through Chul Kwan's body, burning through his nerves like molten lava.
Hwang winced at the sight, his own stomach twisting at the brutality of it.
But despite the obvious pain, Chul Kwan remained completely silent. Not a single grunt. Not a single wince.
His jaw merely tightened around the stick, his knuckles turning white from how hard his hands clenched into fists.
Song Jae hesitated for a moment. No reaction? Was he human or a damn machine?!
Shaking off the thought, she grabbed the needle from the bag. Using the remaining wine, she sterilized it before threading it with a steady hand.
"Alright," she muttered under her breath. "Here goes nothing." With precision, she began to stitch the wound.
Hwang, who had been watching quietly, suddenly shouted, "What the hell are you doing?! Do you think you're doing embroidery?! Nothing better happen to my lord—"
"Shut up," Song Jae snapped, not even looking up. Hwang's jaw dropped. Did she just scold me?!
His face turned red with rage, but Chul Kwan raised a hand, silently telling him to stop.
Song Jae focused all her attention on the stitches, carefully pulling the wound together with each loop of the thread. It was a rough, amateur job, but it would hold.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she tied the last knot. She let out a deep breath. Done.
But then— She looked at the stitches.
A crude, uneven pattern resembling a centipede stretched across his stomach.
Song Jae stared at it. Chul Kwan followed her gaze. A deep, unsettling silence. Neither of them spoke.
Should he laugh? Should he cry? It was possibly the ugliest stitch job he had ever seen in his life.
"…At least the bleeding stopped," she muttered awkwardly, quickly applying the two medicinal powders to the wound before wrapping it with clean bandages.
Once the final knot was secured, she stepped back and dusted off her hands.
"I'm done," she declared, relief evident in her voice.
Then, with a hopeful gleam in her eyes, she added, "Now, am I finally permitted to leave?"
She was so ready to escape this nightmare.
But Chul Kwan remained silent. Her stomach dropped. He's not going to let me go, is he?
Meanwhile… Far from the alley, Song Ji was growing restless.
His fingers curled into fists, frustration gnawing at him. Where the hell is she?!
Although he and his father rarely saw eye to eye, one thing was undeniable—his father loved all his children dearly. If word got out that Song Jae was missing, her reputation would be ruined.
And he had promised to bring her home safely.
Unmarried women weren't allowed to roam the streets at night. If anyone found out, the consequences would be severe.
Song Ji clenched his jaw. Damn it, Jae. Where did you run off to?!
He and Song Sook had searched nearly every possible place she could have gone. Yet, there was still no sign of her.
But no matter what—he couldn't return home without her. She's my only family besides Father.
Something must have happened to her. His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword.
Nothing should happen to her. Nothing can happen to her. He could only pray he found her soon.