oh also, one thing i noticed is casting directors don’t seem to realize that asians can be cool, which is weird, because mean girls did, in like…. 2004. they’re like, alright, we need an asian guy for our nerd character, and then they cast a guy who clearly is in w the jocks, wears snapbacks, gets lit at parties, and could probably get a girl pretty easily if he tried. like have you seen the edge of seventeen? that guy was supposed to be a nerd and you could see his pecs through his shirt. why
“I could do a drive by on my motorcycle before they even realize its you,” Young-Do suggested when the car stopped in front of the doctor’s office. He was stunned at the amount of reporters laying in wait for Rachel. “Have you investigated your secretary?”
“It isn’t her.” Rachel leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. “The only place this information is kept is on my phone. No one knows the pass code for that. It can’t be the doctor. He’s lost patients because of the press.”
Young-Do sighed and opened up the folder he got from Go Nam-Il yesterday. The private investigator was efficient in getting him what he wanted. His partner was also a very good attorney and had set up some paperwork for him. He hadn’t told Rachel his plans. He didn’t want to have a fight with her over this. “Ignore them and go inside. I have an idea that might get rid of them. Please tell the doctor I can come into your appointment.”
Rachel tilted her head and considered him before giving one of her rare smiles. “Alright. Try to mention your new drama.”
Rachel had always been good for one thing, she was utterly predictable when her buttons were pushed just right. So when she’d lost their bet, her part of the agreement was to stand watch while Young Do snuck into the restricted section. Now with Rachel on guard, he’d have enough time to find the book. And this time would be different. This time he’d find the spell to finally defeat his father.
Young-Do did not get to the fifth temple in time to complete the offerings needed to bless his marriage. Thankfully, it allowed him to return to the palace before the midnight hour. He hoped Rachel was still awake even though he needed to bathe away the long day. He told a maid to ready his bath but paused when he saw that Rachel’s candles were still lit.
He knocked on the door and announced himself. “Come in,” Rachel said. He entered quickly and was surprised when he saw Bo-Na and Rachel in their nightgowns. Bo-Na’s hair was completely down and her face was buried in Rachel’s lap.
“What did he do?” Young-Do demanded. “Where is he?”
Rachel shook her head. “It isn’t that, but nicely done.”
“You are getting married in three days,” Myung-Soo lightly kicked him. “Why do I keep finding you on the floor in front of her room? People are talking.”
Young-Do rubbed at his face and accepted the hand up. “Abeoji…wants Rachel. He…said some things when he visited her at the school last week. I want him to know I’m not neglecting my princess.”
Myung-Soo paled. “He can’t get it up,” he hissed. “He hasn’t been able to for over a year. What does he think he can accomplish by scaring the crown princess?”
Young-Do winced and glanced at Rachel’s door. “I’m not even going to ask how you know that. You cannot be stupid enough to play around with his concubines.”
Myung-Soo punched him in the arm. “Don’t be gross. My mother told me. You know how he is about his time with the queens. He hasn’t been able to be with them. My mother is thrilled. I’m surprised yours didn’t tell you.”