Enhypen Imagines

Treason | Y.Jw

The sun shone into Jungwon's room another day, making him lazily rise up from his bed. He looked around the room, rubbing his eyes to wake himself just a bit more.

Throwing his duvet to the side his feet came in contact with the cold floor in his room. He remembered those days when the floor wasn't that cold, when he used to turn on the floor heating. But now he just lived without the floor heating, living in an ice cold room whenever the winter came around.

Slowly getting dressed Jungwon glanced out the window. It was raining heavily. It was a strong contrast to the sunny and cloud free weather it had been that one year ago. A whole year had passed and still his feelings hadn't changed.

He still cried every night. Cried at the memory. He still got the same nightmares of it happening. Sometimes it wold be more intense than it actually was, other days it was in another location, but the happening was still exactly the same. The worst thing was that he still heard the cries and begs whenever it was all too silent. Even though he still heard those horrid sounds whenever it was silent didn't mean that he would get music or anything to make sure it never was silent.

It was almost like he wanted to feel the pain, still. He wanted to feel the pain that he had caused other's. Even if he had brought the pain upon himself as well that day, he still wanted to torture himself with it in some way. He wanted to punish himself for what he did.

A small knock echoed on the door to his room. His voice instinctively uttered for the person to enter. The door slowly opened revealing a maid standing with a tray of food, his breakfast.

"Do you wish to eat in your room your majesty?" the maid questined and Jungwon simply nodded. It had been a year since he had said more than two sentences in one go. He didn't find the reason to do so. Not anymore.

The maid quietly nodded before rushing in and placing the tray of food on Jungwon's desk. As the maid exited again Jungwon felt the feeling of missing something. He felt the missing of the usual face that would bring his breakfast. 

It used to be three rhythmical nods, and he didn't even say for the person to come in. He reminisced the wide grin that then would appear in his door, immediately waking him more up. But it had been a year now, and he had never felt as fresh as he did back then. It was as if he couldn't wake up properly anymore. In fact he got the impression that his life only was fully lived when he saw that grin each morning. 

Jungwon quietly sat down by his desk and looked at the breakfast. It was not that the food looked bad, but it was his conscience that did. Jungwon did not want to eat, not one bite of his breakfast was gonna be eaten and he knew that. Today was another of those days where all of his food would be abandoned on his desk.

Jungwon spared his breakfast one last glance before standing up and taking his blazer off once again. Jungwon moved towards the door to his balcony, where the hard rain was rushing down from the sky. Not even an extra thought rushed through Jungwon's mind before he just walked out and sat in one of the empty chairs on his balcony, letting the rain drench him completely.

There was an exact amount of two chairs on his balcony, but he never sat in the other one. The other chair had so many memories it held, but they were all splattered with the deep red color of blood. Any time Jungwon tried to recall those memories a horrific sight of blood spatter would interrupt the happy memories.

The happy memories of sitting and laughing with the person in that chair, how their smile looked, the jokes they would make. Everything. He missed absolutely everything that chair used to mean, and he hated all it meant now.

Jungwon glanced at the chair before closing his eyes and leaning his head back to feel the cold raindrops hit his cheek. Not long lasted before hot water drops joined the cold ones on his cheeks. He couldn't help it, he had to cry. He had to cry for everything he had become.

He was a king, but he was a monster.

It was that one order his dad had made him give out. That one accusation and he could finally be made king.

The sound of the rain only intensified the echo of your cries and begging when the royal guards had taken you to the dungeons, right in front of Jungwon's eyes. 

He hated himself more and more with everyday that passed.

How could he ever agree to his dad's plan? Accusing you of treason. He knew even before the accusation that the only punishment for treason was beheading.

He still remembered how you had held your head high the day they brought you to the execution. You didn't cry or beg for foregiveness, like you had done everytime Jungwon visited you in the dungeons. He knew your innocence, so did you, so did his dad. But it was no secret his dad was scared you'll bring the kingdom to ruins the day Jungwon became king, you two were simply too close.

As the rain continued to fall Jungwon forced himself to imagine how you had knelt down by the tree block, not even hesitating to place your head on the block. All you did was stay calm and wait, three words echoing from your mouth.

I am innocent

And you were.

Jungwon still wanted to punish himself for what he did to you. He still goes around and terrorizes himself for what he did, and for the pain he caused you. He couldn't even begin to imagine how much you had hated him in those last few days.

As the rain continued to fall Jungwon slowly opened his eyes, looking out over the gloomy castle grounds, and idea immediately hitting him. He knew what he could do to forgive himself for what he did to you.

He must commit treason.

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