━━━━━ yandere!crown prince x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!transmigrated!reader
↳ A coma sends Y/n to another world; and to his terror, it's none other than an otome game! Luckily, he's a mere side character-the supportive, gentle brother of the female lead. Y/n's only...
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"Stay calm," Y/n says in a quivering voice, trying to adjust his legs in a way that won't further worsen the bleeding. "Don't move. We'll—we'll figure something out. I promise."
He lets out a quiet hiss as a thorn rips through his skin, sending a stream of blood cascading down. Angelina lets out a startled sound as she furrows her eyebrows. A bead of sweat drops from her cheek; she is obviously extremely stressed.
"Why are you so prone to injury?" She tries to keep her voice light, but it comes off strained—"you should be the one to stay calm. Does it hurt terribly?"
Because of the fucking system, he thinks.
"Only a little," Y/n answers through gritted teeth, knowing full well himself it is a lie. "I didn't know there would be an attack today. Definitely not on my agenda. Definitely isn't how I want to die."
"Don't joke about dying!" Angelina says, upset—"see! You are always getting into trouble!"
"Right, right..."
Y/n tries not to let the pain show on his face. Everything is burning. It feels like there are trails of fire patterning up his leg; breathing flames down to the very bones of his body. Is there poison infused in the vines? How annoyingly treacherous.
And besides that one little thing, there is also Arion to think about. Y/n is very sure that the Prince will plot murder after this. Y/n knows his possessive nature very, very well — wait, just what is that?
There is a slight shimmering effect near the base of the vines, where they connect to the floor.
The source.
Y/n studies this for a while, and he thinks. He's a quick thinker, and he knows the knowledge from the game — so it doesn't take long for him to reach a logical conclusion.
Vines like these usually derive their power from their source, which in this case—might be a magical gem or core. If I can find and destroy it, there is a chance I can weaken or even break the hold the vines have on him.
With this thought in mind, Y/n wills whatever vestige of strength he has left in his body to reach for a thorn —and through closing his eyes—he painstakingly rips it off. With a swift and focused movement, he stabs it into the ground, right where the vines seem to originate. A magical gem, pulsating and flowing with dark energy, is embedded in the floor.
Bingo, he thinks; but no moment to celebrate. The moment the dagger connects with the gem, the vines loosen their grip. Y/n takes advantage of this opportunity and tears himself free and stumbles back; heavy pants fall from his mouth, laboured and hard. The vines — now disconnected from their power source, wither away into lifeless twigs. At least now, he is disconnected from it.
But that won't help his worsening injury.
The vines let go of Angelina too—and she stumbles away from it, relieved. Her body has nicks and cuts from the vines, and she is pale.
