Blood Line ~ kunten

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Kun's POV

The whole living room is chaotic, I can't even recognize half of the people here. I shouldn't have agreed, why did I? Did I do this for myself even? Do I get pressured? Or I just want to impress Ten, whatever the reason may be, I should just enjoy the party right?

Look at them, all dancing and screaming, definitely Lucas' voice is still the loudest, he should be stopping this but look at him chugging his beer.

I let the helpers take a break this night, I don't want them to see all this chaos, my father really trusts me for taking control of the house, he thought I could not cause any trouble but look at me now.

There he is, the cause of all this chaos dancing with random people in the room, does he even know those people? I feel irritated and happy at the same time, at least he's enjoying this.

Shit he caught me, is he still looking? Ah fuck he is approaching me what do I do now? Okay calm down, keep it cool Kun you're good at this. I turned my back and I poured myself a glass of red wine.

𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊

"Hey~ You know I can feel your eyes just staring right through my soul, are you mad?"

"No" He said while sipping his wine.

"You seem mad, are you not enjoying the party?"

Kun did not reply but he just continued to drink his wine.

"Come on red wine? Drink something strong~~" He suggested while reaching him his own glass.

Kun unexpectedly grabbed the glass immediately and chugged it empty. His throat felt like a dessert, it's burning.

"I did not expect you to do that, you will be drunk lol"

Kun didn't question the younger at all, he just want him to be close to him so he just follows whatever the younger wants him to do. He drank every drink Ten gave him, they talked, they danced they sang they played.

Kun felt different, his personality switched, he was loudly screaming, he was very talkative, he did a lot of crazy stuff which made him the center of attention. All of the people in the party was now gathering around him. He loved it, he loved the sound of people cheering for him, he loved the attention he's getting.

Ten's POV

This guy really... he actually drank everything that I gave him, he is crazy, but look at him, at least he's enjoying it. I'm definitely not drunk, am I? I want to explore this huge house more, let the man do his thing haha. Whoa this stairs are tall as fuck, is this a hike?

Oh my god I'm swaying haha, if I slip on these stairs I'm probably gonna get my head bonkers lol. Am I drunk? Gosh I thought I'm better than this...

Is this a museum? Whoa, this portrait is hugeee, is this Kun's mom? Omg he looks so much like her she's so pretty.

The swaying boy walked and walked to the dim hallways with small lamps providing light. His legs are getting weaker, he tripped.

He accidentally pushed a figurine peacefully displayed on the hallway.

"Haha whoopsie"

The wall beside the figurine creaked open revealing a secret room.

"I'm so tripping right now what the fuck was that... wait what?"

The confused boy lift himself up and checked out the room.

He took one step in, and one more and one more.

He checked his phone on his pocket to use it as a light as the room is pitch black, thankfully his phone is in there. He opened his flashlight and revealed another sightly narrow hallway with a lot of portraits placed on the walls.

He looked on the right and saw a very old portrait of a man, he looked down and saw a label on the lower right corner of the portrait.

"Qian Wo, 1542 to 1652..." He read as he squint his eyes.

He walked further the hallway and read every label on the portraits.

"Qian Gui, Qian Ziyi, Qian Wei... Is this what rich people do? Weird." He realized that these men must be Kun's ancestors, their name, their year of birth and death.

"What the fuck..." His eyes widened as he shined the light at the end of the hallway.

He saw a very huge portrait of Kun displayed on the center.

"Why is his so huge?"

He moved his light on the bottom right corner of the frame.

"Qian Kun, 1996 to 2016... what? It can't be it's the year 2016 right now, what does this mean?"

He paused, the moment he read the label, he couldn't move, he felt the creeps move up to his spine, a cold breeze of air flowed through his hair, where did that breeze even come from? He felt like his soul is slowly getting sucked out from his body. He's starting to feel unconscious he fell down the cold dusty floor.