my prince // seungjin

32 blood

this may be boring, it may not, idek anymore. regardless enjoy reading (not proof read or edited)

Glass was scattered everywhere, the room was getting chilly, in the center of the room was the guest who shared a dance with the King, who was tightly clutching his dagger.

"Careful where you step, you can cut your feet, though I wouldn't mind." Seungmin calmly said as he eyed the broken window.

"Be a darling and lay your jacket over the glass," A female voice could be heard. "I don't want these heels to get scratched. I just got these, you know." She poked her head through the hole. "Whoa, there!" She dodged a flying blade. "That's not a nice way to greet your mother, Seungmin."

"Mother? Don't shit yourself with that bullshit," Seungmin spat. "You talk all about mannerism here you are, crashing a big day for the royal family."

Stepping through the big gap the woman yawned. "They should be honored that I didn't blow this place up."

Bang, Bang, Bang, "OPEN THIS DOOR! Seungmin it's you, right?! Please open the door! OPEN THE DOOR GOD DAMNIT!"

"Aw how adorable, your boyfriend is calling for you. I think I should be nice and open it for him."

"Don't even think about it," Seungmin lunged his knife at the woman, landing a cut on her shoulders.

Clutching the newly open wound, the woman had a smile plastered on her face. "What happened to my good boy?"

Ignoring the question, Seungmin went in another time, aiming for her neck. But of course, the female in front of him wasn't an amateur, she dodged it and kicked the dandy boy down. Getting back up he faked one of his attacks, then quickly switched his aim towards the female's stomach. Yanking the metal out, he went to her throat and sliced it, watching the blood squirt out like a fountain. Backing away from the messy scene, he raised his knife one last time and stabbed it in the girl's heart.

Seungmin could still hear his so-called mother struggling to survive, so he bent down and whispered, "I wondered what happened to him-" Seungmin stopped, he felt something piercing his stomach. He slowly looked down and saw his own dagger in his abdomen. Moving his glance, he looked at the dying woman.

"You think I came here unprepared?" She softly whispered as her voice faded. "You killed the man I loved and a son I never had. It never came across your mind that I wouldn't get revenge? I'm so glad that you're coming down to hell with us, we can be one big family again. This time you'd be exactly like us." That was the last thing she said when her grip weakened on the knife.

Watching her hand fall, Seungmin was now trying to keep himself together. He was trying his best to stop himself from losing an excessive amount of blood but his body was too weak to put enough pressure on the wound. This isn't going to work, I'm going to die here due to the loss of blood. Fucking pathetic. Instead of focusing his strength on his hands, he now focused them on his legs. Slowly getting up, he climbed the stairs, towards the throne. Passing it, he made a quick left and opened the doors. There he found himself in a familiar hallway. Leaning against the wall for support as he dragged his body towards his room.

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Half an hour before...

Bang, Bang, Bang, "OPEN THIS DOOR! Seungmin is that you?! Please open the door! OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!" Hyunjin screamed as he continued to bang on the doors.

"Hyunjin!" Chan pulled the boy away from the door. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Seungmin, he's in there! I need-"