BACKSTAGE - OT8

The Prince's Harem

His memories slowly came back, but some things were lost. That was okay, though, since people with normal memory couldn't recall everything. The most impactful moments, and the most important ones, he started to remember. It took a while, but that night, he recalled after.

When he told them what really happened before the accident, they were pissed. As they should be. Felix was sobbing, feeling guilty, but Hyunjin would not have that. It was nowhere near his fault. That was all, Jeeyu.

Hyunjin said he would handle him. He couldn't have them going to jail after they just got back together. Plus, it was something he had to do for himself. None of them liked the idea, even if the man was bedridden. His Hyungs were the ones that needed to be watched the closest. They had murderous intent in their eyes. He had to beg them not to do anything.

But they drove him back to the hospital room to see Jeeyu, who hadn't left because his family refused to take him. He found the man's phone in his bag of belongings at the hospital. Taking it as the bedridden man watched him wearily.

It was funny how he had the nerve to look at Hyunjin in fear when he was the one who'd terrorized him. Yet now he sees actions have consequences beyond his imagination. And he feared what else Hyunjin would do to get back at him, while he was the helpless one.

Hyunjin only gave him a spare glance, telling him, "I hope it was worth it."

He didn't need to do anything else except make sure that the footage never got out. And Jeeyu was already gonna be stuck regretting what he did for the rest of his life. That was more preferable. Imprisoned by his own body as someone cleaned his ašs when he piss and shît himself, after sitting in his own soil for hours. He'd never be able to forget what he did to himself.

Hyunjin had already won. And that put a smile on his face as he left.

The others saw his face, and they turned from worried to confused. Hyunjin just smiled at them innocently, hiding the phone away from all their eyes because he couldn't bear to let them see what was on it. He had to destroy it or they would really kill him. They knew, but seeing was different. It'd hurt them all too much. But most of all, it'd hurt his pride. He never wanted them to see him so weak and defenseless. They wouldn't judge, but it was too much to even think about. He didn't want to see them hurt because of it. He didn't want to see them hurt ever again.

He only wanted to bring them joy, happiness, and the pleasure he used to. Today was supposed to be all about him. They said whatever he wanted to do, they would. And he wanted to feel like himself. His real, powerful, strong self. The one they loved, the one they respected, and the one who knew how to control a room full of people. So that's what he was going to do. Show them the real him.

"Line up! In a single file." He started, watching all their subs scramble to listen. When they were lined up, he grabbed Felix's hand and told them. "Hold hands and follow me." He led them to the outhouse, where he had 6 chairs lined in a row, side by side.

This was not his first time coming back here, but it would be his first time using the space again. Since his memories had started coming back, he just wanted everything to return to how it was. That might've required some retraining on his part by Lee Know because he didn't want to jump into it too fast.

After being shown his supposed most prized possession, his camera, he kinda flipped out. He threw it, almost breaking it, and hiding like that could change the fact that he'd recorded most of what was on it. It was worse than just remembering because it was proof of how freaked out they were. And how big a menace he is.

"Sit." He commanded. When they listened easily, he was proud of the work they'd done to train them all so well, and he would be testing just how good they are at obeying orders.