Crafting The Lust

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A/N :- Before starting the chapter I want to inform that this story is inspired by the manhwa 'painter of the night' in which the main lead is red flag so Hyunjin's character is like this so if anyone dare to call me grape promoter I'll kick you for sure.

Let's start

Hyunjin's words evaporated into the thin air yet leaving a permanent cryptic fear on the painter's head. Yongbok stared at the king with surprise but it wasn't that amusing, he could assume this person is somehow a maniac.

"You can't be serious?" Hyunjin chuckled at the blonde's remark. His guaze fixated upon that pretty face stained with the dry tears and fear that was for Hyunjin's satisfaction. The fear he contained was the remark of Hyunjin's dominance letting him curve his lips in a satisfied grin.

"I said what I said," Hyunjin whispered, as he destined himself from the painter. If wasn't Felix in those bulky men's grasp he would have shaking violently.

"I will never do it," Yongbok screeched, his rage casting through the dry cry and screech. But all this attempt was like a sun in summer...get neglected.

"Bring him to carriege" Hyunjin ordered as he turned his heels to the carriege. Yongbok struggled between those strong grip of men, no matter how many times he try how much he cry it was for nothing but a reminder that for now his freedom was covered with his white drawing sheets.

The painter's mother on the ground widened her eyes as she witnessed her son to getting pulled by the monsters her heart paced violently. Her trembling body crawled to the king grasping his leg. "No, no let him go..my majesty, You can find lots of professional artist around the city. He is just a child..."

Hyunjin stayed there as his demeanor dark sending shivers people around him, he didn't bother to justify him then kicking the lady. Letting her stumble on the muddy ground nonchalantly.

"Let go of me," his cries, screeches all dissappered like a fog after sunshine indicating he has only one way which was the path of hell to the demon and nothing .

The guards shoved him inside the carriege as king's instruction. Felix (writing yongbok is kinda weird) fell on the floor of carriege. He somehow still has the courage, the guts to escape from the demon's territory Oh! Who gonna tell him ..once you trapped in the hell there is no going back.

He violently got up trying to escape out from the carriege king entered. His trembling iris examined the devastating devine figure ahead with a calm yet displeasure on his features. The next thing Hyunjin did was kicking the painter on his guts, which led him to stumble back in carriege.

Felix held his stomach, his face red with the surge of pain wavering Inside his nerves yet adamant instinct of him escaping from this territory of demon.

Hyunjin sat at the seat, while his gaze fell upon the painter yelping on floor. His gaze dark, he was heavily displeased by all this acts and disrespect the painter playing. The next thing he did was placing his feet on the painter's back, pressing his body to the floor.

"Move this carriege," with his order the four tires of carriege began to take round turns as the two horses walked while all his guards have to walk with the pace of carriege.

Hyunjin darted his gaze to the painter, who was shaking violently under his feet. Hyunjin smirk at the sight, bending down near to the painter's ear.

"You know, you are the only person in history who is still alive after such brattiness, if you have presumed to come with me I'd have welcomed you but" Hyunjin clicked his tongue, "I think you like to get forced, don't you"

Just his voice was enough to raise  the hair on yongbok's body. The king's pressure of leg causing him have shortness of breathing. He felt his hair get harshly pulled then the next thing he found himself on the king's lap.

It caught him off guard, yet he dared to meet his gauze with the king's dark one. Hyunjin was already staring at him, he parted the legs of painter setting on his laps while limbs spreaded.

Felix had presumed that he was already trapped, if he tried to get out of this trap..one single wrong choice could led him to his death.

Hyunjin looked over him, Felix could see the mystery on those demonic eyes, could see the satan hiding behind this beautiful facade.

Hyunjin's hand lent to the painter's arms, slowly but surely slipping to his hand. He changed his glance to the painter's hand on hold of him. They're like petal of roses having its own luring charm, contained the passion In it. They were tiny like a pollen floating on the open air.

The king's glance flickered to the painter looking at him with horror which made him chuckle lowly. "Artist are so good in imagination, I think you are quite interested in sodomy?" Hyunjin asked with a playful tone in which yongbok didn't utter.

"I can assume by the creation you have done. Umm artists are really good imaginater, I think my grandfather should summon your ancestors before giving the token of love to his wife, the green diamond was really suitable for that necklace," Felix just stared at Hyunjin blankly he has no idea what Hyunjin referring to . All he knew was his grandfather's finger was severed by the king.

Hyunjin chuckled at the younger's confusion. "I hope you are aware of the consequences of your brattiness, once you are done with my wife's painting I'll let you decease in my dungeon."

Felix tried hard to stabilize his thumping heart but every single word of Hyunjin impacting it so much that he couldn't help. His eyes held the horror, the initial courage washed as carriege took its turn ahead and ahead.

His gaze followed to  Hyunjin's hand lifting his long hanbok which made him wide his eyes in surprise.

"Please don't do this..."