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☆ Betrayed☆Sunghoon ☆

Im starting to ask my delulu friend for ideas whenever idk what to write abt and this is her first time helping me. So lets hope yall enjoy
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"Get on your knees now."

You stood in the middle of the meadow with a white dress covered with blood.

You were once surrounded by royalty and richness. But now you were replaced by the many knights who pointed at you with their sharp swords, surrounding you.

Sunghoon stood in the centrecentre on a dashing black horse, looking at you intently.

"Give up."

Sunghoon jumped off his horse, his gaze fixed on you. He approached you, and you could see the seriousness in his expression and hear the tension in his footsteps.

Sunghoon stopped when he was only a few steps away from you. He reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"Any last words?" His voice is cold and emotionless.

"Sunghoon.."

His jaw clenched when he heard his name leave your lips. For a moment, doubt and hesitation seemed to flicker in his sharp eyes, but he quickly steeled himself again.

"Don't say my name," he said, his voice remaining cool and steady.

His jaw clenched when he heard his name leave your lips. For a moment, doubt and hesitation seemed to flicker in his sharp eyes, but he quickly steeled himself again.

"Don't say my name," he said, his voice remaining cool and steady.

You reached for his arm and held it.
"Why are you doing this?"

He felt your soft hand hold his rough arm. He seemed to freeze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.

He avoided your gaze, trying to ignore the sudden ache in his chest.

"It doesn't matter."

He tried to sound indifferent, but his voice betrayed a hint of bitterness.

"Sunghoon.. why are you listening to her?"

His grip on your chin tightened momentarily in response. His expression darkened further, but he averted his gaze, unable to look at you directly.

"I... It's my job. I have to follow the queen's orders."

His words were tight, and a muscle in his temples flexed in concentration. Internally, his mind was torn, conflicted by his duty and his feelings.

"I thought you didnt care about that."

His eyes widened as he heard your words, and a spark of surprise flashed across his face.
For a brief moment, he looked taken aback, almost as if he hadn't expected you to say that.

He let out a deep sigh, his gaze returning to your eyes. His expression became unreadable, a mix of conflict and vulnerability.

"It's not a matter of whether I care or not," he replied, his voice now a bit softer. "I have a duty... to the queen."

"I didnt do anything wrong...... They attacked me first."

His eyes darkened, and an intense look of frustration briefly passed over his face.

Your words hit a nerve, and for a moment, he seemed on the verge of saying something more.

But instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

"You don't understand," he said, his voice taking on an air of authority again. "It doesn't matter whether you did something wrong or not. It's my job... to carry out the queen's orders."

You felt tears drop as you looked at him holding the sword near your face
"Sunghoon, please don't do this. I thought we were more together."

The sight of your tears seemed to strike him like a blow to the chest. He clenched his jaw, and his eyes darkened with a mix of pain and guilt.

"Don't... please don't cry," he said, his voice now less certain than before. He tried to maintain his stoic expression, but his grip on your chin loosened a little.

His heart was in turmoil, torn between his duty to the queen and his feelings for you.

"How can I not cry? My childhood bsf is about to kill me."

His eyes widened once again, and a flash of shock and pain crossed his face at your words.

The mention of your childhood friendship and the accusation about his actions seemed to hit him harder than anything else.

He looked conflicted, his expression wavering between the cool detachment of a knight and the vulnerability of a childhood friend.

"I... I have no choice," he said, his voice a mixture of guilt and resignation.
"My first priority is the queen. I can't defy her orders, no matter what."

"What happened to always promising to protect me from danger?"

His expression softened at your words, and a wave of memories seemed to wash over him. He remembered the times when he was your protector and defender. For a brief moment, his eyes filled with a hint of the same warmth and care he had for you in the past.

But he quickly shook his head, trying to push those memories away. "That's the past," he said, his voice hardening again. "Things have changed, and I have duty now. I can't let my emotions cloud my judgment."

"Your mother wouldn't be happy."

At the mention of his mother, his eyes narrowed, and a flicker of anger crossed his face. He knew deep down that you were right; his mother would not have approved of this.

He remained silent for a moment, his jaw clenched as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Don't bring my mother into this," he said firmly, his tone now sharper.
"This has nothing to do with her memory."

"Your sweet mom was replaced with that stepmother of yours."

His face darkened further, and a deep bitterness and anger welled up within him.
The mention of his stepmother struck a nerve.

"Don't remind me," he said through gritted teeth. "I am very much aware of that fact."

"You hate her."

"To the core," he admitted, his voice dripping with venom. "I can't stand her."

A mix of anger and disgust twisted his features as he spoke, revealing the deep disdain he harboured for his stepmother.

"Yet you're willing to kill me because she told you so."

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened with frustration and self-hate. He looked at you with a mixture of anger and helplessness.

"I don't have a choice," he replied, his voice cold and blunt. "I can't defy the queen's orders. I have to obey, no matter how much I hate it... and no matter who it hurts."

"Sunghoon.. choose a side, will you?"

He froze, his expression wavering as he looked at you. The conflict in his heart was evident on his face. On one hand, he had his duty to the queen, which he had committed himself to.

On the other hand, there was you, his childhood friend and the one he had always silently cared for.

"I... you know I can't defy the queen," he said, his voice strained with the weight of his inner turmoil. "I have a duty to fulfill, no matter how much it hurts me... and no matter how much it hurts you."

"Why are you listening to her?!"

He clenched his jaw, the pain in your voice and the sight of your tears cutting through him like a knife. He tried to maintain his cool facade, but his heart was torn between his duty and his feelings for you.

"I have to follow her orders," he repeated, his voice now a mix of determination and despair. "It's my duty as a knight... I can't go against the queen. I can't..."

"Y-you can't just kill me?!" You cry as more tears fall out.

His eyes widened, and a mix of anger, determination, and guilt flashed across his face. The sound of your voice, pleading and desperate, cut through him like a whip. He clenched his fists, torn between his loyalty and his love for you.

"I don't have a choice!" he exclaimed, his voice strained. "I have to follow her orders! I have to!"

"What did she exactly say?"

He clenched his jaw, and his eyes darkened as if he didn't want to answer that question. But eventually he spoke, his voice cold and emotionless.

"She... she ordered me to kill you," he said, his gaze unwavering. "She doesn't want you around any longer. She sees you as... as a threat, and she wants me to get rid of you."

"How am I a threat?"

He paused, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions. He knew the answer to that question, but he didn't want to say it aloud. But his duty as a knight compelled him to speak the truth.

"You... you're a threat to her position," he said, his voice measured. "You could potentially uncover her plans or expose her actions. She can't have you around, especially since she sees you as a potential rival or obstacle."

"She just hates me."

A tinge of anger returned to his eyes, and his jaw clenched. His voice grew harsher as he spoke, his words laced with bitterness.

"She does. She always has. Since the day she married my father, she's seen you as a thorn in her side. She never wanted you around."

"Just don't kill me please."

His expression cracked, the mask of a cold, obedient knight slipping for a moment.

The plea in your voice and the sight of your tears tugged at his heart like a knife. He looked torn, his emotions waging a war inside him.

He wanted to obey the queen, but he couldn't bear the thought of hurting you.

"Please... don't make it harder than it already is," he said, his voice hoarse with despair. "I... I don't want to hurt you."

"Please.. im begging you."

His eyes followed your gaze, and a surge of guilt and helplessness washed over him. He could see the pain and desperation in your eyes, and it was killing him.

He gritted his teeth, his face torn with conflict. The war within his mind continued. He desperately wanted to obey the queen, yet he couldn't bring himself to harm you.

"Please... stop," he pleaded, his voice faltering. "Don't beg. You know I can't... I can't... kill you. I just can't."

His voice broke as he repeated those words, and for a moment, he looked as if he might give in to his emotions. He took a step closer to you, his face a mix of uncertainty and desperation.

"I... I can't do it," he said, his voice now rough with emotion. "I can't hurt you. I can't kill you. You... you mean too much to me."

The realization of his own words hit him like a ton of bricks. He had never spoken them aloud, even to himself. But now, facing the reality of having to carry out the queen's order against you, he could no longer deny the truth.

He had always cared for you deeply, silently, and hopelessly.

"Sunghoon"

His eyes brimmed with a mixture of emotions. The mention of his name on your lips made his heart skip a beat, even in this dire situation.

He took another step closer, his voice now filled with a hint of vulnerability.

"Please... don't say my name like that," he said, his voice cracking. "It makes this even harder."

"Don't hurt me," you cry, hugging him.

He froze momentarily as you stepped closer and held onto him. The feel of your body against his was both familiar and torturous. He wanted to pull away, to keep his distance, but he was helpless to resist your touch.

The sound of your plea sent a pang through his heart, and he looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and tenderness.

"I... I won't hurt you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to. I never did."

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly, as if he were trying to protect you from the world. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent, and closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the feeling of having you in his arms.

But then, reality hit him like a cold bucket of water. He opened his eyes, his expression hardening once more.

"I... I can't let you go," he said, his voice laced with pain and determination. "The queen... she gave me orders."

He held you tighter, as if you were slipping through his fingers. The conflict within him was agonizing.

On one hand, he loved you, he wanted to protect you, and he didn't want to hurt you. But on the other hand, he had sworn an oath to the queen, and he had a duty to carry it out.

His heart was torn in two, and the pain and despair he felt were etched across his face.

"Please... I can't disobey her," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Lie to her.. that's the only way."

He pulled back slightly, and his eyes widen as your words sink in. "Lie..."

For a moment, he stared at you in disbelief. The idea had never crossed his mind before. But now that it did, it was like a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

His jaw tightened as he considered the possibility. To deceive the queen... it was treachery, and it went against everything he had sworn to uphold. But you... you were more important than any oath, any duty.

He took a deep breath, looking at you with a fire in his eyes.

"Lie to her. Tell her you killed me."

He looked at you; his eyes darkened with determination. He hated the idea of lying, but he hated the idea of hurting you even more. He had to do what he had to do to protect you.

"I..." he began, his voice low and intense. "I will lie to her. I will tell her... I killed you."

"Thank you"

He nodded, his grip on you tightening. He hated himself for lying and for going against his oath, but he would do anything to keep you safe.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes taking in your tear-stained face. He reached out and gently wiped away one of your tears with his thumb. The soft gesture was filled with a tenderness he rarely showed.

"I still need to make it look believable, though," he whispered, his eyes pained. "She'll expect proof."

He looked around, his mind racing to figure out how to fake your death convincingly. Mm