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King's POV
They did it again.
They hurt him.
I failed to protect my son again.
Such a disgrace for a father.
All this fame, all this power, and for what?
When am unable to protect the only thing I should have protected..
When I couldn't protect the one thing I should have treasured more than all of this.
As I stand there staring at my son, I have never felt so disgusted in myself before.
He's crying.
My son who has never cried after what happened decades ago, is crying.
One hand of his is wrapped protectively around his bloodied guard, whom he keeps rocking like a child.
It was the sight of the other hand that branded itself like hot iron on my heart, that held a gun to his own forehead.
Why am I alive to see this?
I don't want to.
This isn't just traumatising, no, it's poison.
This sight.
As am forced to watch my son hold a gun to his own forehead.
He's not aware of me.
He's not aware it was me who shot. He doesn't know I just killed the man closest to him.
All eyes are on me, except him. They're shouting and yelling but he's the only one I want to hear from.
I don't know if he's even aware that they've shot her too. His mother.
All I know is I can't lose him.
He's all I have.
My only light in this dull world.
No matter what he says, he's the reason am alive.
He's the reason all of it matters.
I had Taehyung too but it's too late.
There's too much blood around them. All over the floor. He's bled out from the bullet wound on his shoulder.
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