✨️ Heartless Dress 💄KimChay Au 🗡 ✨️

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Pete was walking in the corridor of fame. It didn't have a name, he just invented it or it might have a name and he didn't care about finding it. The walls were red, bloody red. Pete only saw this red in the blood he often had seen slide from his father's hands after beating him. It made him shiver, but it was only a wall, it was only images from his past. Pete hugged his stomach, witnessing that on the red, there were little glitters, golden glitter. But it couldn't erase the violent feeling of the deadly liquid which looked splashed all around him. 

He walked more and more, it seemed to no never end. The paintings were all huge and opulent, looking luxurious even if he didn't know who was on it. All of the men looked the same, emotionless, proud, judgmental and fierce. That place looked more like the corridors of horror than a simple honoring of the past. Pete could feel, he knew that all they did was to rule the kingdom, ruling as King, not humans.

 He had lost his first impression after walking around in the castle. Every worker eyed him, some whispered, the atmosphere was heavy. It didn't look like a happy colorful environnement anymore. He was out of the illusion which was created by the King. Pete was still contemplating everything with terrifying thoughts gathering in his head when a sudden voice made him turn around. "Who are you?" The man asked, himself all wearing red.

"I- I am with the Prince..." He just answered, trying to act as if he would be safe. He had nothing to fear under Kim's name.

"And you are the only one I don't know anything about..." He said his words as sharp as his expression, cold but different from Kim. It was a cold that could kill you in a few seconds.

"I am just...here..." He said taking a step back.

"Don't be scared. Even if I wanted, I can't kill someone like you, under my father's favor...just so you know, it might not always be like this, be careful...freaks..." He said turning around to walk.

"Fre-freak?" Pete repeated outraged. He didn't know if he had guessed right, if he knew him or if he meant something else.

The man turned around and smirked. "There are only two types of people who wouldn't be scared when Vegas is in his red clothes...someone who doesn't know about me or freaks...but the second option is more funny..." He chucked before going away.

Pete's body shivered a little more. "Why talk about him in the third person..." He murmured before looking at the wall again. Vegas really looked as if he was the one to have splashed all the blood in this corridor. He looked heartless. His eyes were still under an anger Pete didn't know about. He felt that he was annoyed by him, even ready to attack but instead of doing it, he played. He talked funnily as if murder wasn't engraved in his pupils. He ran out of the corridor, in need of fresh air.