CAPTIVATED || JEONGCHEOL

ᡣ𐭩 . Four

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note: heavily edited!

Jeonghan groaned loudly as soon as he opened his eyes. What a way to start the day.

Why is Jeonghan so annoyed?

Dragging himself up from the bed, he trudged over to the bathroom and gasped at his reflection in the mirror. What happened to me? He caressed his bruised neck, running a finger down the indents on his skin.

Lately, Jeonghan has been feeling under the weather. Like something has been weighing on him, some kind of preassure that held him down.

Nevertheless he must attend his date, the one that was forced on him. The words of his father echoed in the walls of mind. "She'll be perfect for you." All Jeonghan knew was that she was absolute trouble.

Lucia. The second princess of the neighbouring Kingdom, Daphir. She was known as a tyrant. A total sadist. She had no shame in hiding her shameful behaviours and even bragged to many about her recent endeavours.

Another woman I don't like.

A knock sounded through the room and a voice rang from behind the door. Seungcheol's voice. "Your highness, permission to enter?" Jeonghan stopped and grinned.

Maybe if I push him hard enough he'll leave me alone.
No harm in playing with a lamb.

"You may." From the bathroom, Jeonghan heard the click of a door opening and readied himself with a cunning, fake smile. The weight on his shoulders seemed to lift as he strode into the room with pure confidence.

"What do you want?" He stared down at his finger nails, uninterested and inspected them with great detail.

"I have brought your garments in preparation for your meeting with her highness, Princess Lucia." Folded over his arms was a dark red suit with a black, collared shirt.

"Leave them there." Jeonghan pointed at his bed and turned to leave when Seungcheol completely stops him. "I have been instructed to dress you and tend to your needs by his majesty, the king."

There is absolutely no way in hell.

Jeonghan whipped his head around and fired back in retaliation. "Leave me! I am not a child, I can dress myself!" Preposterous. Seungcheol seemed unmoved, his mind made up.

Jeonghan rolled his tongue against the walls of his mouth as his growing frustrated for Seungcheol festered due to his lacking response.

"I'm afraid since it is a direct order from his majesty, I cannot disobey what has been set to me." He stated calmy, staring blankly at Jeonghan who wore a bewildered expression.

"You are to serve me! Did you forget who owns you?" He stomped forward, his words laced with rage as he struggled to suppress his growing anger.

Their faces stood inches apart. Seungcheol's breath lingered on Jeonghan's lips as he continued to corner him. "I own you! You are my property, mine to order and mine to throw away!"

"Your highness, I really am sorry but-" Seungcheol's sentence was cut off when he felt a stinging sensation burn into his left cheek. He stood there stunned, his gaze not leaving the space on the floor that he stared at.