• Selfish Prince • || KookMin

11. Wonderful in the inside

A small drop of blood trickles from Jimin's nose. He looks at the white tablecloth with confusion and even contempt. His blood staining the neat surface. Jungkook releases it little by little and Jimin clings to the table, groaning in pain from the sudden attack in his stomach. As if something is twisting his intestines from the inside.

He falls to his knees and hits the table. Namjoon rushes to help him, worried. Jin, discreet to everyone else, keeps his eyes on Jimin. Unlike Jungkook, Hosook and Yoonji, his eyes turn entirely black.

"That's enough." announces Jungkook, not seeming to address anyone in particular. "I said it's-"

Jimin gives another groan of pain, his flesh and bones burning.

"ENOUGH."

The blow shatters the table and Jimin inhales air. Namjoon holds him down and helps him into the chair. He checks that he has nothing serious, beyond the sweat, blood in his nose, mouth and redness all over his skin. Taehyung notices Jin and that once he blinks, with his eyeballs returning to normal, the torturous pain disappears in the nobleman.

"What a bloody mess you just made for a spoiled brat who wants to kill you." replies Jin with contempt. Angered by Jungkook's attitude.

"When I need your advice, I'll ask for it. Until that time comes: if I tell you to stop, you do." Jin clenches his jaw.

"Damn brat. I-"

"Silence."

Yoonji rolls her eyes Now how is he going to eat breakfast?

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Inhale hard. How damn thirsty she is. If only-

"That thing that happened: Was it Jin's fault?"

Hosook opens her huge yellow umbrella and walks out into the garden. Taehyung decided to wait to ask her alone. It's more sensible and safer that way. Hosook stops in front of him and tilts her head.

"Of course it was Jin's fault whose else could it be?" Hosook questions smiling, swallows saliva and avoids looking at Taehyung's skin. His neck, his hands, his heels. Taehyung stretches his lips.

"I don't know. From the house maybe. We attacked 'his' lord."

"Oh, no. The house is alive, but not like that. It couldn't cause anything like that," Hosook assures nonchalantly. "At the end of the day, it's just like us. One of Jin's many experiments and bad deals."

"Deals?"

"Yes. Deals. He's worse than a demon. His fine print just doesn't exist," scoffs the redhead. "But don't be distressed. If you behave, that's not going to happen to you. I'll make sure of that." she promises giving him a kiss on the cheek.

If that was supposed to make him feel calm, Hosook failed miserably. Taehyung gives a snort and folds his arms. There are too many things he doesn't understand in this house and that plants grow because of a Hosook hand motion adds to the list. His wide eyes, furrowed brows and head back makes Hosook laugh out loud.

"What's the matter, you thought everything here was so normal?"

"Do you...!?"

"Of course I do" The vine full of pale pink flowers continues to grow until it entangles itself around Hosook's delicate, gloved arm. "They grow as long as I like and they will live forever and so I demand it of them. It's a beautiful gift don't you think?" Hosook tilts his head and Taehyung approaches.

He touches the flowers with a finger and quickly moves away, drawing more laughter from the redhead.

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