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"My lovely ruby." -J. ____________________________
Jung Hoseok has always liked jewelry ever since he was a child.
Golds, Diamonds, Crystals, and other jewelry, he has all of them.
He just loves the way shines.
But his favorite is rubies.
They remind him of Y/n.
When he still doesn't know what her name is, he simply looked at the red cloak she gave him and decided to call her ruby.
His ruby.
And you guessed it, his favorite color is red.
Not only does red remind him of her, but he also loves it because the color looks rich and has an enchanting beauty in it, just like Y/n.
He also loves it when he could feel it on his hands, his face, his lips, or all over his body.
Hoseok slits the man's throat and watches his blood dripping onto his chest, his sour mood quickly escalates after seeing his favorite color.
Red.
"Bring me one more." He ordered the guards behind him without turning to look at them.
Soon, he hears the sound of someone shouting curses echoing in the hallway as Hoseok's guards drag another man and they tied the man on the same chair where Hoseok killed the previous man.
"GET ME OFF OF THIS CHAIR YOU CRAZY LUNATIC!" The poor man spat, he is desperate to get free under the tight rope that is cutting his skin.
Hoseok smiles and tilts his head before walking to a table not far from him where he lay his precious toys.
"Tut-tut what a sinful mouth..."
"I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'RE A KING, LET ME GO!"
Hoseok starts humming a lullaby while the man keeps shouting curses at him.
He glides his fingers on the torture devices as he imagines different kinds of ways to torture the man with each item he lay his hand on.
"Ah, would you look at this, it's still clean," Hoseok said and held up a silver plier that is still not covered by blood, he walks in front of the man and humms.
"Hmm...what should I do first?..." He asked himself.
"LET ME GO!" The man continue calling him names after he said that.
