The Queens

Conditions

Tae sat on the chair his eyes watering and his heart breaking each second. Just when he thought that everything could go right between him and his sister (and even Jeon) things sucked again. He was back to square one. Hating his sister and the King Jeon.

"I know my sister is a bitch," Tae said wiping his tears like a baby, "But you Jeon – I just thought maybe I was wrong about you. You know I came here with so much hopes in my heart. I thought maybe we could be friends. I could tell you what's really in my heart. I really believed that what people have been saying about you was all a big fat lie. But –"

His voice broke and he began sobbing like a baby. Jeon shook his head and stood up to calm him down.

"Don't," Tae stopped him and wiped the tears again, "I don't need you."

Jeon sat down again feeling so horrible of himself.

Tae bit his lip still crying, "I – I came here thinking you will understand me. I wanted to convince you to – be – gentle with me. How stupid," Tae laughed wiping the tears again, "Here I'm thinking that Jeon would be gentle with me if I ask him nicely but you – you are writing down conditions so you will torture me in the bedroom in whatever way you want. I really am stupid. Verena is right. I'm the stupidest person ever."

"Tae," Jeon said earnestly, "baby, don't say that."

Finally, Tae met Jeon's eyes and asked him boldly, "Tell me Jeon. What have you planned to do with me in the bedroom? Tell me? I want to know."

Jeon sighed and just stared at Tae feeling bad and sorry. No one had ever made him feel like that. Like shit.

"Tell me Jeon," Tae insisted blinking his eyes, "Do you – plan to beat me? Jimin told me that's what you do to young boys. You plan to whip me?"

Fuck! Jeon felt his heart breaking and crushing. There was a boy who had never touched himself, so naïve and innocent and Jeon was making him worry about such things.

Jeon shook his head slowly which Tae barely noticed as his eyes were on the bathroom door.

"Oh god!" Tae's hand was on his mouth, "My painting in your bathroom. Jimin said that. Oh god! Did you keep it in there purposely? To imagine me while you touch – oh god!"

Again, Jeon kept his mouth shut. Somewhere he was happy that Tae finally understood what 'touching yourself' meant. But that's not how Jeon had planned to make him familiar with the concept. Jeon had planned everything, everything that would happen in Tae' bedroom.

"See Jeon," Tae said confidently, "I don't even know what touching to oneself means and you – you are different. Your world is different. We are no match. I have been telling you this. We cannot be together."

"Don't say that love," Jeon pleaded, his eyes moist.

Sighing, Tae said what he felt, "It's the truth. We should not be together. So please cancel this wedding."

Jeon gulped and answered, "You know I won't. I would never."

Tae was annoyed now. He wanted to shake Jeon and make him understand how stupid he was being. Their relationship would only be full of thrones. How could he not see it? Was he so blinded by lust?

"You will get someone else to," Tae looked down embarrassed, "have sex with. Forget about me."

Jeon laughed sadly hearing that, "It's not just about sex, Tae."

"Then you should be able to leave me," Tae shouted annoyed, "Leave me. Let me go. Please."

Jeon didn't say anything and sat there silent.

"Fine," Tae stood up abruptly, "If you won't break this marriage then I will. I have had enough of you and V. I'm not going to be ruled by you two. I will make sure that I never get married to you. I will die but marry you."

"Baby, please don't say such things," Jeon was on his feet now worried and anxious.

Tae took a step back, "I will. I know. You and V never cared about me. You both will use me for your benefits. Now I will do what I want. I will run away. Yes, Jeon I will run away and you will never find me. In fact, I will run away and marry someone else. What will you do then?"

Jeon poked his inner cheek with his tongue and tried to control his anger.

"I will let someone else touch me before you ever get to touch me."

Even Tae knew he shouldn't have said that. He saw Jeon's face and body language changing.

Coming closer to Tae he whispered, his face full of rage, "I won't let that happen. Ever."

Tae knew he would say something like that. He also knew that he should have left instead of poking the King Jeon. But he was extremely furious to leave Jeon unhurt.

"Do whatever the fuck you want Jeon," Tae said his eyes piercing inside Jeon's irate eyes, "I will make sure you never get to touch me. Never!"

He didn't even wait for Jeon to open his mouth and left the room fuming and annoyed.

Marching to Verena's room, he found his sister getting a back massage from Jung.

"Tae, come here, you want a massage," she said opening her eyes and moaning as Jung touched her back seductively.

Rolling his eyes, Tae stood in front of them and smirked, "I would also like to massage your neck V."

Instantly, Verena was on her feet, "Now what happened? The beast did something? I mean Jeon? Or that cat?"

Tae shook his head disgusted with his sister, "It's not just him. It's you too. I read the conditions. The fucking conditions where King of Theolia wants to do anything with me in the bedroom. Anything."

Jung and Verena exchanged glances and Verena flashed a sad smile, "I – I had told him to speak to you about it. Did you two talk?"

Smiling slyly Tae nodded his head, "Yes, sister. We spoke and I broke the marriage. Oh yes, I did. I told him it's over."

"What?" shrieked Verena almost falling down only to be grabbed by Jung.

"I also told him that he will never get to touch me," Tae added smirking, "Never. Ever."

With that, he left his sister speechless.

"Fuck!" whispered Verena standing straight, "Jeon's gonna fuck us all."