The Masquerade (6/13)

[london9calling]

The Masquerade
Pairing: Xiumin / Luhan, side Kai / D.O.
Genre: Romance, Mystery, Regency inspired AU
Rating: NC-17
Length: Multi chaptered (93,555 words)
Summary: Minseok reluctantly attends the Kim family masquerade ball after three years of being shunned by high society due to a broken engagement. Luhan, the catch of the season, meets who he thinks is his boyfriend in a secluded alcove, greeting him with a passionate kiss. It is unfortunate that Minseok is wearing the same costume as Luhan’s boyfriend…or is it? A Regency Xiuhan story.

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The calling card had a drop of blood on it, a red stain which luckily did not cover the writing on the cream colored paper.

“I picked it up outside Herringwoods.” Minseok deposited the card on Yunho’s desk, Jongdae and Junmyeon leaning over to examine the paper “I believe the man who attacked me dropped it in the scuffle.”

Yunho picked the card up, carefully reading it and turning it over before handing it to Jongdae for further inspection. “I dare say this corresponds to my own recent findings.”

“And pray tell what these findings consist of.” Jongdae handed the card off to Junmyeon. The four men were gathered in Yunho’s office. It was the day after Minseok had attended the exclusive game at Herringwoods, a day after he and Sehun had been attacked by the strange man.

As soon as Luhan had left that morning Minseok had contacted Jongdae to appraise him of the situation, including the single tangible clue he had extracted from the scene of the attack.

“We found a receipt from the jewelers- that poor sop who took his own life - marked in some sort of special code. One of our best men discovered the anomaly, realizing there were several such receipts written in a manner very different from the others.” Yunho pulled one of the yellowed papers from a stack of receipts on his desk. Passing it over to Minseok he explained “The address for all such receipts points to an apartment that is…how do I say this – in an area well known for housing kept women.”

“How does the apartment relate to Mademoiselle Beauchamp?” Minseok questioned. The calling card he had picked up outside of Herringwoods bore the unmistakable name of Mademoiselle Beauchamp, the same woman who had hosted the soiree where his engagement to Luhan was so shockingly announced.

“It appears that the Mademoiselle owns the property listed on the receipts.” Yunho explained, “Though who resides in the apartment is a mystery – which is where you boys come in.”

“You want us to visit the home of a kept woman?!” Junmyeon asked, his voice sounding a bit higher in tone as he clearly protested the order. How could he visit such a scandalous place?

“Unless your dear friend here-“ Yunho motioned towards Minseok “Would like to go.”

Minseok should be used to drawing the “investigate what no other upright and respectable man can be seen visiting” card. Yet he wasn’t. Because honestly his reputation was now intertwined with Luhan’s.

“I will visit Mademoiselle Beauchamp’s house.” Jongdae affirmed, taking the easy route “Perhaps she can shed some light on why her calling card was found at the scene of a stabbing.”

“I…” Junmyeon practically choked at the thought that he would visit the mysterious potential mistress’s apartment, Minseok not yet confirming he would do so instead of Junmyeon.

“I will investigate the apartment.” Minseok announced, patting Junmyeon on the back. He would take a chance in place of his friend.

“Thank you old boy.” Junmyeon muttered, looking a tad bit sheepish at Minseok accepting the assignment over him.

“Then it is a plan. Go find this dastardly criminal boys.” Yunho smiled briefly at the three younger men, wishing them success in their investigation.

***

“Your fiancée has accepted this evening’s invitation.” The Duchess mentioned rather casually, feigning boredom as she commented on the upcoming dinner.

“Has he?” Luhan smiled. Of course Minseok had accepted the invitation, even on such short notice. Luhan had guessed his parents would put something together soon – throwing a formal dinner with little to no warning if time would permit. It would be a test, the first time Minseok would enter the Hayden household as a potential future member of the family.

“Dear, have you considered a date for the ceremony? We need to be prepared to announce the marriage banns.” The Duchess took a sip of tea, placing her tea cup down on the small table. Luhan had arrived at his parent’s house for breakfast, taking tea with his Mother after the meal was finished.

“I am not sure. I need to discuss it with D’add-Minseok.” Luhan grinned at the fact he could call D’Adderleigh by his first name. Then he blushed at the memory of how that name had rolled off his tongue the night prior – in the most sinful of ways.

“Yes. Perhaps we should discuss the matter after dinner.” The Duchess pretended she didn’t notice how positively lovesick her only child looked. She pretended no such thing came to her notice, hiding a small smile behind her tea cup as she took another sip. Love was a marvelous thing.

***

Minseok arrived at the apartment a little after four in the afternoon. He checked the address, written on the crumpled piece of paper, a few times before he stopped in front of the house. He had tried to identify the best greeting, knowing very well there wasn’t one. There was no elegant way to knock on the door of a kept woman and ask them if they had anything do with a rash of thefts.

No – there was no elegant or proper method to make the resident of the apartment’s acquaintance, therefore Minseok decided to wait and watch. He walked across the road, taking a seat near a wide window at a teahouse, ready to observe the comings and goings of the house.

Carriages rattled by, pedestrians strolled up and down the walk in front of the apartment. Minseok finished his tea, yawning as he continued to keep an eye on the apartment across the way. It was a white stone building, fairly new in the area. The building had several apartments that were rumored to be quite fashionable for those women who depended on sustenance from a man that they were not married to. Some were former actresses, others serving girls, some noble women fallen from their status due to a family catastrophe – most of them owing all of their support to a rich sponsor.

Minseok thought that a life such as that must be…well, frankly terrifying. Many in the higher social class considered such women little more than high end prostitutes. Many of the kept women had long ago burnt bridges with the place they came from, existing in a strange purgatory between high society and the lower classes. They were dependent on the whims of men that often took women – who could very easily leave them to be evicted and starve in the gutter if they set their sights on a new woman. The most successful of such women were versed in understanding how to retain a sponsor and a backup -never failing to pay for their high end lifestyle while obtaining a sort of insurance if their original line of funds dried up.

Those who had foolishly fallen in love with their sponsors were often seen on the East End, broke, a horrible life ahead of them. It was a brutal existence, though not entirely without blame on both sides. A life that was born of both the high end and low end of society – those who wanted more and those that took advantage of those who couldn’t fall any lower. Despicable.

Minseok had always been proud that his Father had no hint of ever keeping such a woman, as many men of his class did. His Father had loved his Mother, proclaiming such even years after her death. She had died in childbirth, the moment Minseok came into this world was the moment his Mother was taken from it. Yet his Father never forgot her, his beloved.

Drumming his fingers on the table in front of him, Minseok drifted between memories and observing the apartment across the road. He braced himself when he noticed a man stop in front of the apartment. Straining his eyes he watched as the man carefully approached the door. He noticed the gait, the posture –

Walking outside, thankfully before the man entered the house, Minseok was able to obtain a clearer look at him. He froze, swallowing. It was a man he knew well. It was Sehun’s Father.

***

Jongdae had attempted to look fashionable. He was well aware of the fact that the afternoon salon of Mademoiselle Beauchamp was a seen and be seen sort of place – and a location dripping with intellectuals, misfits, and dandies. Jongdae wished he had invited Junmyeon along. Visiting Mademoiselle Beauchamp’s was not nearly as scandalous as paying a call to a kept woman’s apartment – Junmyeon would likely have been in the clear to attend such a place. Yet Jongdae went alone, Junmyeon off the hook completely.

Jongdae handed his calling card to the butler, nervous but attempting with all his might to disguise his anxiety. When he was ushered into the salon he felt a new wave of nerves. Mademoiselle Beauchamp seemed to be in the midst of hosting a plethora of famous authors. Jongdae’s eyes darted around the room furiously, hoping he recognized one person – anyone so he felt a little less like a usurper. He did, Heechul was there. When they locked eyes Heechul stood, a devilish glint passing across his brown eyes as he beckoned Jongdae to sit next to him.

“If it isn’t Lord Ellsworth.” Heechul watched as Jongdae awkwardly crossed the room, the bevy of literati gathered paying him no mind. He sat down on the scarlet colored sofa, looking more than a little relieved that Heechul was present.

“A very academic gathering.” Jongdae whispered, Heechul smiling broadly before breaking into a laugh.

“Are you intimidated?” Heechul asked, seriously curious if the younger man found such an audience over his head.

“No.” Jongdae replied firmly “I was only a little worried they may be offended by my non-prose spouting presence.”

“Ruining their stories, perhaps?” Heechul leaned a little closer to Jongdae, nearly whispering his words. Jongdae gulped.

“What brings you here?” Jongdae tried to remain composed in the face of Heechul scooting over, lessening the gap between them.

“I tend to grow bored in the afternoons, especially when my friends are too busy making silly engagements or being….exceedingly unexciting in general.” Heechul nodded towards the Mademoiselle “Yet, as much as I regret the thought, I would guess you didn’t come here to speak to me.”

“Yes. Sorry, I do have something I need to speak to the Mademoiselle in regards to.”

“You wound me, sir.” Heechul clutched at his chest, leaning back ever so in mock pain “Which means you owe me a conversation later.”

“Deal. After I knock Easton off of his feet.” Jongdae hadn’t forget Heechul’s promise and he was still very much wanting to see his fist meet Luhan’s face.

“You best me!” Heechul chuckled “Once you punch the pretty boy in the face we can sit down for a long talk.” He winked at Jongdae, the younger man squirming a bit in his seat at the blatant flirtation directed his way. “Mademoiselle, this fine young man would like a word with you.” Heechul drew her attention away from a poet, spouting his interpretation of a rose bush.

“Good day my lord.” The mademoiselle seemed to only notice Jongdae’s presence at that moment, waving her fan and smiling in greeting. Jongdae felt in his pocket, trying to assure that the calling card – stained with Sehun’s blood – was still tucked carefully in his suitcoat. It would be an interesting conversation.

***

Minseok tried to reason out Sehun’s father’s visit to the apartment – his reasoning failed miserably. The Earl of Pressley was not a man who was…unknown to have a mistress. It wasn’t out of turn for him to be visiting a kept woman. Yet one that was tied to the thefts, in a way that was yet to be determined – coupled with Sehun’s appearance at Herringwoods caused Minseok to feel acutely uncomfortable.

He had sent word by courier to Jongdae and Yunho regarding what he had witnessed at the apartment. He wished he had time to discuss the matter with them in person, however for now he was engaged. He was busy smoothing down his hair, Kyungsoo practically beaming at him in the mirror.

“Sir, You shall make them all grateful that you will be joining the family.” Kyungsoo had styled Minseok with extra care that evening, understanding that his employer needed to make a great impression.

“I would almost think you approve of the match.” Minseok teased, appreciative of how much time Kyungsoo had spent insuring his dress for the evening.

“Sir, I wouldn’t go that far.” Kyungsoo responded, causing Minseok to laugh.

“Was that a joke Kyungsoo?” Minseok’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he looked at his old friend, wondering if Kyungsoo had further perfected his use of sarcasm.

Kyungsoo shook his head “No sir, the truth.”

Minseok had laughed quietly a few times as he recalled the exchange, the carriage Luhan sent for him bouncing up and down on the uneven road. When his arrival at the Hayden mansion was announced Minseok swallowed hard. It was not as though he hadn’t met the Duke and Duchess before. In fact the Duke seemed to favor him. The difference, the source of his newfound nerves, was the fact he had never met the Duke and Duchess while being engaged to their only child. An important detail in the grand scheme of things.

The carriage door opened, to Minseok’s surprise it was not a footman waiting to help him out of the vehicle but Luhan.

“Hello.” Luhan greeted shyly, taking Minseok’s hand.

“Hello.” Minseok responded, having to jerk his hand out of Luhan’s after alighting the vehicle - the younger man seeming to want to hold hands as they walked into the mansion.

“My Parents have invited my Aunt and Uncle, Please forgive any kind of..um…questions you receive on their behalf.” Luhan explained as the butler opened the front door wide, announcing Minseok’s arrival. Minseok wished he had a chance to ask a few questions about what inquiries to expect but there was not time. It was a blur as he entered the household, bowing to the Duchess in greeting.

It was a warm, if not slightly pretentious greeting. Minseok couldn’t blame the woman however, it must have been quite a shock to her to hear of her son’s engagement after it was announced.

Minseok followed the Duchess into one of the spacious parlors of the mansion, bowing immediately as he greeted the Duke and two individuals he assumed must be the Aunt and Uncle that Luhan mentioned.

The Duke rose from where he was seated, making the introductions himself “Viscount D’Adderleigh, my son’s betrothed, please greet my dear younger brother, Seho and his wife Nana.”

“A pleasure.” Minseok greeted the two, immediately noting their strange dynamic. While Seho was a short and portly man, possessing a kind face and bright eyes his wife was tall, curvy, beauty and rather quiet.

“So this is the handsome Viscount that stole my little Lu’s heart.” Seho chuckled, winking at Luhan, who blushed furiously at the action.

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that, Uncle.” Luhan groaned.

“You are such a cute little Lu.” Nana cooed, Minseok understanding immediately that humor and a jovial attitude was what bonded Luhan’s Aunt and Uncle together.

***

“My family estate is in the north.” Minseok explained, taking a small bite of the delicious duck that was served. The six of them had sat down to dinner, politely chatting through the previous two courses. Minseok was thankful that his engagement with Luhan was so well received by the Hayden family, he was feeling more at ease every minute that passed.

“Hmmm.  The north. I like the north. That is where my wife lives.” Seho laughed making a motion to indicate that his wife towered over him.

“And I prefer the south. How odd.” Nana smiled at Seho, Minseok appreciating how much affection the two had for each other.

“Have you decided where you will live once you are married?” Seho asked, gulping his wine as he finished chewing. Minseok was initially surprised that the Duke’s younger brother had less than proper table manners, yet he found the fact rather endearing as time passed.

Luhan and Minseok looked at each other, neither answering. They hadn’t discussed that much. No, in fact they hadn’t discussed a good deal of the logistical matters they should have – they tended to spend their time in other, more immediate pursuits.

“It would be ideal if they were to become more familiar with the operations of the Hayden estate.” The Duke tactfully made his opinion known. Luhan had a large estate- almost twice the size of the D’Adderleigh lands – that he would inherit. Minseok knew this very well, yet the thought of ignoring his own ancestral home bothered him.

“I very much possess a desire to know more of the Hayden estate.” Minseok responded “However I must not forget my own family home.”

“Yes! Of course! I love his opinion on the matter.” Seho nudged his wife, who nodded in agreement.

The Duke seemed amicable enough at Minseok’s words, “I would not expect a man to forget his ancestral home.”

“What of a date?” The Duchess pressed after a few minutes of discussing rather frivolous matters “We need to announce the marriage banns.”

Minseok felt Luhan’s hand find his knee under the table, squeezing. As if to say it would be all right, no matter how many questions were thrown their way.

“Soon.” Luhan answered for the both of them, Minseok trying to hide his surprise, “I would like it if we could celebrate before the end of the month following the current month.”

Minseok felt Luhan’s hand caress further up Minseok’s leg, teasing. Minseok wanted to slap Luhan’s hand off of his knee, but refrained from drawing attention to the Earl’s affection - which was very much hidden from the other diners.

“I believe we have a lot of planning to do.” The Duchess said, “Including a rather proud, formal announcement at the gala in two days’ time.” She emphasized the word formal, her distaste for how her son’s engagement was originally announced not being lost on Minseok or Luhan.

“That would be wonderful.” Luhan agreed, his hand moving up Minseok’s thigh in a teasing manner. Minseok managed to move his foot ever so, kicking Luhan’s shin in turn. Luhan flinched for a moment then covered it up with a cough, no one any the wiser.

***

Luhan sat on his bed, admiring the sight. Minseok was walking around Luhan’s bedroom, muttering a few words here and there – a question at some times – as he surveyed the items that Luhan held dear. They had cleverly found their way to Luhan’s room after Luhan had told his parents that Minseok was interested in the portrait gallery – which of course had Luhan dragging Minseok upstairs to his room.

“A ship in a bottle?” Minseok held up the bottle, examining it closely “Do you have a desire to go to sea?”

“I have a desire to fit tiny things in places they cannot possibly escape.” Luhan joked, obviously referring to Minseok’s smaller stature and his own wish to…well.

Luhan’s bedroom door opened before Minseok could issue a proper retort. A tall, lean and tan man entered, bowing immediately and looking very embarrassed when he noticed Minseok in the room.

“Ahhh!” Luhan jumped up from the bed, “This is my valet!”

Minseok bowed, knowing full well if he didn’t Kyungsoo would somehow know of it and scold him “A pleasure to meet you. I am Viscount D’Adderleigh.”

The man stared at the floor, then bowed quickly “I was not aware that you had a visitor. Please forgive me, My Lord.”

“No need to apologize old boy. I need you to introduce yourself.” Luhan approached his valet, patting him on the back awkwardly “Now please tell the Viscount your..um….Adams?”

The valet continued looking around the room, anywhere but into Minseok’s eyes “It is a pleasure to meet you my lord. My name is Jongin, I am the Earl of Easton’s valet.”

***

Kyungsoo clasped his hands together, waiting patiently for the shop girl to fetch the package. He had enough foresight to order Minseok seven new outfits a week ago, quickly realizing that his employer’s rotation of clothing was verging on the repetitive. As a valet Kyungsoo could absolutely not have that occur, he cringed at the thought of being known as the man who dressed his lord in the same clothing twice during the season.

He waited patiently, quietly, as was his usual demeanor. He didn’t say much when he was out of the house, away from Minseok. Talking wasn’t really his thing. Not unless something extraordinary made his tongue move without his consent. Something like…

The bell hanging on the door to the shop rang out, a clear sound as the wooden door made a thud as it returned to its frame. A tall man walked in, well, more like sauntered in if Kyungsoo was being honest. Obviously a servant, well dressed. He wasn’t in his family’s livery, which meant he was likely some sort of personal servant. Probably another valet. Kyungsoo eyed him up and down, noticing that his shirt was slightly untucked. How sloppy. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes.

The owner of the shop appeared from the backroom, hearing the bell on the door she emerged to wait on the new customer.

“Jongin! How are you?!” The woman practically cooed. It wasn’t that unusual of a greeting. The woman knew all of the valets and personal maids. She had to – her business depended on it.

“I am well. And you?” The man asked. So his name was Jongin? Kyungsoo thought it was a rather boring name if he did say so himself, almost perfect for a valet that should be seen and not heard. A man who had very little opinion to offer. Kyungsoo stood up a little taller as he considered the fact.

“I am well! What a lucky visit this is! I am sure you have made the acquaintance of the valet of your Master’s future husband!” The woman motioned towards Kyungsoo, smiling politely as she took in the sight of both handsome valets.

Kyungsoo froze. Was this his…the Earl’s valet?

“My Master’s future husband’s valet?” Jongin repeated, confused.

“Good day. I am the valet for Viscount D’Adderleigh.” Kyungsoo bowed slightly. Clearly the Earl’s valet was a bit slow. Likely a terrible valet as well. Kyungsoo shouldn’t have felt a bit joyous at this realization, but he did. The man would never be able to take care of Luhan and Minseok both.

Despite what Minseok had explained, Kyungsoo was still fretting over what would occur with his employ when his employer was a married man. What if the Earl, with greater wealth and resources than Minseok, hired a new valet? What if the Earl’s existing valet cared for both men? Clearly the latter could not be the case, because this Jongin was a poor excuse for a valet- with his half untucked shirt and his smile and his…

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” Jongin grinned at the smaller man. So this was his competition? He looked rather cute, all little and such, though he seemed to have a bit of a bad personality the way he was currently scowling.

“May I ask how long you have been a valet?” Kyungsoo let the question slip. One of those rare occasions he spoke without carefully considering what he should say.

“Of course you can ask! I hope we can be friends.” Jongin flashed a wide grin. Kyungsoo hated how frivolous he seemed, “I have been the Earl’s valet for a little over two years.”

“Two years?!” Kyungsoo chuckled, Jongin appeared a tad bit put out by his reaction. “Oh my. You are very, very new to this, are you not?”

“I am very well versed in my profession if that is what you are insinuating.” Jongin grew serious. So the Viscounts valet was one of those – a servant that put on airs. He hated people like that.

“I am sure you are.” Kyungsoo smirked, turning his attention towards the counter when the clerk appeared with Kyungsoo’s order. He took the package, thanking the shop keep. As he turned to leave, he stopped briefly in front of Jongin. “Please mind that the way you dress reflects upon your employer.”

Kyungsoo quickly reached over and touched the bit of Jongin’s shirt that was hanging loosely, letting it fall through his hands before he walked out of the shop.

“Never mind him, Jongin. He is the prickly sort.” The shop keep tried to diffuse the situation.

“Indeed.” Jongin continued staring at the door, wondering what sort of little, angry man he had just come into contact with.

***

“We cannot, at this juncture, rule out Sehun’s involvement in these crimes.” Yunho pointed at the notice, sitting on his desk that Minseok had sent by currier the day prior.

“I can’t believe he would stoop so low.” Minseok said, his voice barely above a whisper. He was sitting in Yunho’s office alongside Junmyeon and Jongdae, comparing notes, theorizing based on the latest evidence they had collected.

“You did say he was at the gambling game.” Junmyeon pointed out.

“Yes, but he was stabbed. How could he be involved – he almost had a knife through the gut?” Minseok responded. He couldn’t believe that Sehun would be the sort to steal…and murder.

“Almost may be the key word here.” Yunho remarked “It could very well be a ploy, a planned attack so we wouldn’t suspect him.”

“I still don’t believe it.” Minseok couldn’t, not without more evidence.

“Based on everything we have gathered I do say our next steps are rather clear.” Jongdae pointed to the paper he had in his left hand, where he had written down the evidence so far “We need to investigate the dealer at Herringwoods. The man likely has some knowledge of the thefts. Minseok stated he accepted the necklace without arguing over its worth, that may be indicative of his complacency with the crime.”

“I did find it rather odd.” Minseok confirmed.

“We also need to keep watch over the apartment where Sehun’s Father was seen visiting. He may not be the only person who calls upon the woman.” Jongdae stared at the paper, reading his notes “We should look into the Earl of Presley’s latest business dealings as well. If the family lost money the thefts may have a clear motive.”

“What of Mademoiselle Beauchamp?” Minseok questioned.

“She was quite out of sorts at the suggestion she had anything to do with Herringwoods.” Jongdae reported, remembering how she had practically chased him from her salon when he had asked her – with a more careful ordering of words of course.

Minseok sighed. Sehun seemed to be the prime suspect.

“I will assign one of my men to watch the apartment. D’Adderleigh, what do you know of the Earl of Pressley’s business dealings?” Yunho asked.

“He has large land holdings.” Minseok thought carefully “He invests rather liberally but never seems to have much trouble with the way he allocates his funds. The Earl tends to look for low risk opportunities.”

“I will have a man look into his latest dealings.” Yunho sat down, folding his arms behind his head he looked at the three younger men gathered around the room “D’Adderleigh, I need you to follow up with the dealer at Herringwoods.”

“Very well.” Minseok wasn’t surprised at the request.

Yunho pursed his lips “The gala at the Hayden Mansion is tomorrow evening. Please, please, be attentive, old boys.”

“Of course, Uncle.” Jongdae spoke for the other two men.

“Good, good. May lady luck be with us.” Yunho watched as the three younger men bowed, taking their leave. He watched them go before sitting down at his desk and writing out a rather hasty letter to Jongdae, intending to have one of his men deliver it that morning.

Nephew,

I regret even suggesting this, but based on our morning meeting I fear it may become a necessity to shield Minseok from some elements of the investigation – his personal history with Lord Sehun may prove too significant, clouding his otherwise impeccable judgment.

***

Luhan hadn’t exactly informed Minseok of the lawn bowling party. Not in so many words. Well, any words actually. Instead he headed over to Minseok’s house, a bounce in his step at the thought of surprising him.

Knocking on the front door, he shifted his weight from side to side in anticipation.

“Good afternoon, my lord.” Kyungsoo answered, looking none too happy to see him. “My master is out at the moment, would you like to leave your card?”

Luhan knew the valet was humoring him. Why would he leave his card at his fiancée’s house? “Do you know when he is expected to return?”

“Easton?” Minseok smiled at the sight of Luhan facing Kyungsoo, the Earl looking a bit miffed at Kyungsoo’s steely facade.

“Minseok!” Luhan broke into a wide smile, throwing off his sour expression “What a fortuitous time for you to return!”

Kyungsoo didn’t bother to remark on the perfect synchronization of Luhan arriving and Minseok returning home, instead stepping aside and taking Minseok’s coat from him.

“I was paying a call on Jongdae.” Minseok explained, then the anxiety hit him “Pray, what are you doing visiting at this hour?”

“I wonder.” Kyungsoo muttered, taking his employer’s coat and leaving to hang it carefully on its preordained hook. He seriously hoped that he wouldn’t have to stuff cotton in his ears during his afternoon chores, in an attempt to drown out any unsavory noises coming from his employer’s bedroom.

“Kyungsoo!” Luhan suddenly recalled his achievement, turning towards Kyungsoo, stopping the valet from leaving “My valets name is Jongin!”

Kyungsoo wanted to comment that yes, he met the man -unfortunately. The sloppy, horrible, no good, valet with that adorable smile and. No – that valet probably dipped into incompetence more than what was comfortable or appropriate. Instead Kyungsoo nodded, muttering “Yes, very good sir.” Kyungsoo played nice, slinking away to leave his employer and Luhan alone.

“I would like to invite you to a game of lawn bowling.” Luhan beamed, his mind growing just a bit cloudy at the sight of Minseok, a trickle of sweat running down his face, his eyes bright.

“Lawn bowling?” Minseok questioned, trying to recall the last time he played. It had been years, definitely, since he was invited to any such party. “Where, may I ask?”

“Ah, yes, of course you would want to know where.” Luhan had to grasp his hands together tightly to stop himself from running a finger over Minseok’s brow. He knew if he did so his invitation would come to naught because he would quickly be resolved to spend the afternoon in Minseok’s bedroom, not at a party. His original intent was a joyous day outside with Minseok, not inside with Minseok, as difficult as a resolution as that was to keep. “Baroness Ingram is hosting.”

“By the greenhouse?” Minseok smiled naughtily, Luhan blushing at the memory of what had occurred in said greenhouse.

“Yes…by the greenhouse.” Luhan had to look away least he lost all resolve.

“I do have the afternoon free.” Minseok remarked, teasing lightly “Though I don’t know if a lawn bowling game interests me.”

“May I remind you of the greenhouse?” Luhan raised an eyebrow, deciding to play Minseok’s game. Teasing, enticing.

“I suppose I have to attend now.” Minseok smiled, happy to spend a few hours enjoying the afternoon with Luhan –a very memorable greenhouse in the background.

***

The gardens at Baroness Ingram’s, or at least the grass terrace in front of the gardens, had been transformed into an adequate space for lawn bowling surrounded by a sumptuous afternoon party. Party goers, dressed in light colors to match the requested theme, sipped on cold tea and laughed among the bright afternoon sun, painting a delicate yet bustling landscape in the shadows of the large mansion.

Minseok and Luhan arrived shortly after the party had begun, the carriage ride over a lesson in how not to become distracted. Luhan had stared out the window of the carriage for most of the ride, not trusting himself to look into Minseok’s wide eyes. He had to keep reminding himself he wanted to spend time with his fiancée – time that involved speaking, and not of the moaning variety.

Luhan managed to restrain himself, his arrival with D’Adderleigh introduced as they walked onto the terrace.

“Are you prepared to learn of how wonderful your future husband is at lawn bowling?” Luhan asked, eyeing up his competition. Of course his competition was a mix of newly debuted heiresses, bored young men, older men and women who cared more for the refreshments than the game, and the requisite scary matrons. It wasn’t really a competition to begin with.

“Please, enlighten me.” Minseok smirked, following Luhan to the place where the jack would be rolled across the rink.

“I shall.” Luhan watched with confidence as the other players rolled the balls towards the jack, attempting to create what was known as the head - in lawn bowling linguistics- or so Luhan whispered to Minseok. He nodded, not having the heart to explain to Luhan he knew the terms.

Minseok watched as the other players finished up their game, Luhan cracking his knuckles, clearly anticipating when the game would begin anew and he could join in. Minseok took a moment to look around the lawn, observing who else was in attendance, who he may have missed seeing on his way out to the gardens.

He tensed for a moment when he spotted Sehun, chatting with a man that Minonk recognized as one of his friends from school. Minseok debated approaching Sehun, asking a few questions that had come to his attention since their run in at Herringwoods. Specifically questions around his Father and the state of the family fortune overall.

Minseok didn’t want to embarrass Sehun but he desired – no, needed – to know if there was any kind of motivation for thievery. Minseok’s thoughts of approaching Sehun dissipated as soon as Luhan began nudging him, indicating the game was about to begin.

Minseok watched as Luhan flipped a coin against Lord Reynolds, breaking out into a lilting bout of laughter as he won the right to throw the jack. Luhan gave the ball a good throw, the jack landing near center of the mat.

The spectators clapped, appreciating Luhan’s skill. Luhan looked pleased with himself. Minseok watched as Luhan retrieved a ball for his next bowl, also observing Sehun out of the corner of his eye.

“I give you fair warning Lord Reynolds, that I shall win this game.” Luhan smiled charmingly at his opponent.

“Is that so?” Lord Reynolds, a portly man in his thirties, married to a minor heiress of a woolen business, grinned “I dare say your confidence is misplaced, My Lord.”

Minseok chuckled at the competitive exchange that occurred, a feeling of placid happiness overcoming him in the moment. For once he wasn’t hearing whispers- perhaps because he wasn’t near enough those who were gossiping for it to affect him. It mattered little, he delighted in the fact he was watching Luhan play proudly, his competitive streak coming out. The sun was shining, a slight breeze in the air. It was nice, relaxing even. A feeling he hadn't had since the time before his life fell apart, a feeling of ease in the midst of so much judgement - something he had known little of for the last three years.

Luhan managed to score three shots, overjoyed at his performance. The game went by swiftly, the minutes passing by, Luhan quickly gaining and retaining the upper hand. He was absorbed in the game, watching as his opponent scored one shot then another. Luhan needed to strategize, he needed to win. He carefully assessed his next move.  Once Luhan scored twenty one shots, Lord Reynolds bowed out graciously. “You beat me old boy.”

Luhan shook Lord Reynold’s hand, before turning to where Minseok was watching, ready to confirm his place as the best bowler that Minseok had ever had the pleasure of watching. The only problem was D’Adderleigh wasn’t watching any more. Luhan looked around, not finding his fiancée in the crowd. Where had he gotten off to?

***

“I need to speak to you.” Minseok had approached Sehun when he was alone, hoping Luhan wouldn’t notice his absence. He was so absorbed in the lawn bowling game it was likely he wouldn’t pay any mind if Minseok was gone for a moment.

Sehun looked suspicious, curious, unsure, but he nodded. He went inside a few minutes after Minseok, knowing very well they couldn’t be seen entering the house together. Sehun found D’Adderleigh in the small study, closing the door quietly in the hopes they wouldn’t be interrupted.

Sehun walked towards the fireplace, staring at the ashes pensively as he waited to hear the reason Minseok wanted to speak to him. He didn’t have to wait very long, Minseok rushing into his explanation with a slight stutter.

“Sehun – I need you to be honest with me. I believe you owe me that much.” Minseok choked down the emotions that threatened to burst forth with his statement. Why- Sehun owed him that much. Why Sehun…

“Is this about gambling? I told you, I lost money at the races.” Sehun sighed, turning to face Minseok. “Did I make your fiancée suspicious? Is that what this is about?”

Minseok braced himself, ignoring Sehun’s words about Luhan, changing the subject “How is your Father? How…are- is - your family fairing?” Minseok wasn’t sure how best to hint at the fact Sehun’s Father was spotted at the house of a woman who, very probably, had something to do with jewelry thefts. The only possible motivation that could drive Sehun’s Father, in Minseok’s opinion, towards thievery would concern a downturn in the family fortune. Why else would they steal?

“What is this about?” Sehun had known Minseok almost his entire life. He knew when Minseok was being less than direct, the trouble in those wide, cat-like eyes hard to dismiss.

“Are you having financial troubles?” Minseok asked bluntly.

“Ha!” Sehun laughed, mockingly, turning back towards the fireplace, reaching his hand out to steady himself he started at the empty hearth. “You believe the entire family is in trouble now? Do tell – how many years has it been since you have visited my family’s estate?”

Minseok swallowed. He hadn’t been back to the D’Adderleigh estate in at least three years, of course he hadn’t been anywhere near the Presley lands in at least that span of time. Sehun knew this. “Your words are rather harsh.”

“I see.” Sehun folded his arms over his chest, cocking his head to the side “I care about you Minseok, you must know that.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Minseok stared at Sehun, hoping he would have an explanation.

“I told you I lost money at a horse race. Why won’t you believe me?” Sehun practically whined.

“Sehun…believing you is what got me in trouble.” Minseok said quietly, sadly.

***

Luhan should not have been eavesdropping. Of course not. It was bad form. Yet the moment he wandered down the hall and heard raised voices from the study – one of those voices belonging to his fiancée – he couldn’t help but listen. Bad form or not.

He clenched his fist as Sehun so rudely declared that he still cared for Minseok. How dare he. Luhan tensed, ready to dash away from the hallway if Minseok or Sehun approached the door, bracing himself for the sound of footsteps.

***

“You lost money at the races. I realize you will likely never report another reason for your gambling.” Minseok didn’t expect Sehun to change his story, not now.

“It is the truth!” Sehun protested, rolling his eyes. This flippant action did something to Minseok. Brought something out, made him find a courage he didn’t know he possessed.

“The truth… I will try to believe you, I will. Though I must ask, let me ask- finally -please hear me out- for I am more capable of speaking like this now, far more capable than I was three years ago.” Minseok turned towards Sehun, his courage coursing through him, feeling a bit alive at the thought that he could speak his mind now. The hurt wasn’t as intense, as devastating, as important to him anymore. He had to, for the first time in three years, at least ask “Why did you agree to the engagement when you loved him?”

“Did you chose to love the Earl of Easton?” Sehun countered. Minseok clenched his fists, hiding the emotions coursing through him, appearing when he thought they had gone. Tempered, but still there, at least a little - betrayal. Then his thoughts shifted – to that word – love. Did he love Luhan? Was it that simple? No, it was but a distraction, that word.  No, Sehun hadn’t considered what hurt he would have wrought, love was a different matter. Love wasn’t an excuse.

“That is a very poor answer. You strung me along.” Minseok countered.

“I did what was expected of me.” Sehun replied. It was true – in a viewpoint based solely on social expectations. They had been practically engaged since they were born. Minseok and Sehun, whose fathers owned adjoining estates. Who played so well together as children. Who complimented each other so well. What matter was it if they didn’t love each other in that way?

“Ah- because it was expected of you.” There was a bite to Minseok’s words, purposely, belittling his own agreement – to a point- with Sehun’s words.

“You may be able to shun this life, Minseok, but I can’t.” The facts, the pressure – Sehun couldn’t say no, not if he wanted to. A terrible trait, a terribly normal trait among their social class. Should Minseok fault him for it? Dredge up the pain and suffering?

“I should hate you. I did.” Minseok spoke carefully “I don’t any more. Because I realize you are another foolish man among foolish men.”

“Ha. Is that a compliment?” Sehun scoffed, still recognizing the point of Minseok’s words. They were fools, the lot of them- the men and women that moved among high society. Letting money and societal opinions dictate their lives, conquer their emotions, direct their every move. A sea of expectations, surging and controlling at every turn.

“No, the truth.” Minseok swallowed before continuing, “Are you still in love with him? If you are doing this- does he know you are gambling?” Minseok recalled that shy, lanky servant. Black hair worn in a shag, his days spent in the stables. His every action dictated by stolen glances – that near worship of Sehun. A pleasant man, always nice to Minseok, always accommodating.

“Tao knows. I tell him everything.” Sehun admitted before turning his attention back to the bare fireplace, whispering “I still love him, and that won’t change if that is what you are asking.”

Minseok nodded “I see.” The memories were not as painful anymore. The memories of when he walked into Sehun’s room, finding Tao in his bed, Sehun admitting his true love for his servant, admitting it to Minseok in a flurry of tears and shouts. Begging Minseok to never let his parents know the truth. Minseok breaking the engagement to protect Sehun. To protect Tao. Realizing he was the man who did not belong, realizing he was the person that did not fit. Accepting society’s scorn amidst the truth that he was the fool.

The last time he saw his Father was shortly after, when he went to the continent, heartbroken…though his Father’s demise had nothing to do with Sehun. A tragedy following unfortunate circumstance. A sick turn of events that created the myth of the notorious Viscount D’Adderleigh.

“It couldn’t be you and I.” Sehun’s turned, his face was contorted, the despair evident “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I was a fool to ever fall in love with you.” Minseok blurted out, a bit of the pain – no anger - coming out “Though I realize that now, and I am a better man for it.”

Sehun turned back towards the fireplace, making circles with his foot as he kicked the ashes “I didn’t want you to love me. I am sorry – and thank you, for what you did.”

“I don’t regret it. You made me realize what it is – to love and be loved in return.” Minseok spoke, the image of Luhan, dragging him towards the lawn bowling game, hugging him senseless, kissing his nose, wanting him – a realization of what it was like to want and be wanted. Mutual feelings, confirmed. “Thank you for that Sehun.”

A few seconds of silence passed, neither man speaking. Minseok cleared his throat.

“I do hope you remain honest with him – and that you are happy.” Minseok felt a freedom wash over him, a conclusion to the tortured series of events that Sehun had played a part in.

“I wish the same for you- and Easton.” Sehun turned to Minseok, his eyes honest, his expression serious “I want you to be happy.”

“Thank you Sehun. And please – take care.” Minseok breathed in heavily before walking near the door “Tell Tao I said hello.”

Sehun broke into a smile, never imagining a day Minseok would say anything of the sort. “I will. He will like that.”

***

The carriage lurched towards Minseok’s house, Luhan unusually silent as the vehicle traversed the congested afternoon roads.

Minseok noticed Luhan’s silence, slightly bothered by it “You won all of the games.” Minseok smiled at his fiancée. Luhan nodded absentmindedly.

“Is something the matter?” Minseok finally asked, knowing something was definitely wrong. Luhan hadn’t so much as patted his knee since they left the party – an odd restraint considering Luhan was very physically affectionate when they were alone.

Luhan breathed in deeply before speaking. Exhaling he spoke carefully “I…may have overheard your conversation with Lord Sehun.”

“You listened!” Minseok blanched, closing his eyes tightly before opening them suddenly “Easton- why?”

“I am sorry. “ Luhan hung his head for a brief second before raising his gaze, looking Minseok in the eyes “You…are more amazing the more I learn about you.”

Minseok bit his tongue, not daring to say a word. Considering.

“You invited such social scorn to protect him?” Luhan kept his eyes locked with Minseok’s, “I - you must have loved him.”

“I did.” Minseok confirmed, staring back. Uncertain what it would mean. Uncertain what Luhan had thought, felt, as he listened in on the conversation – as terrible as his eavesdropping was. Those brown eyes, those chestnut colored eyes, Luhan’s eyes, Minseok cherished them in the moment – hoping, wishing they would not turn away in disappointment.

“I am a fool.” Luhan smiled “For thinking so poorly of you. I –“Luhan looked pained, staring, then moving. He bridged the small space between them, capturing Minseok’s mouth in his own. Claiming. Wanting. Knowing he would never doubt Minseok again. Regretting he had ever even considered him suspicious, the idea of a notorious rogue shattered into a million pieces.

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