The Mafia And His Prince (Hyunchan)

8. New Beginning 🔞

Warning- Contains Explicit sexual content (Smut)

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The air in the palace had shifted dramatically. What was once a space filled with fear was now drenched in the weight of newfound freedom and the echoes of the past. As Bangchan moved toward Hyunjin, their eyes met, and in that moment, the world around them faded.

Wrapping his arms around Hyunjin, he held him tightly, feeling the tremors of his grief coursing through him. Hyunjin's sobs were muffled against Bangchan's chest, each one a release of the pain and burden he had carried for far too long. "It's over," Bangchan whispered, his voice soothing. "You're free now."

Hyunjin pulled back slightly, looking up at Bangchan with tear-streaked cheeks and shimmering eyes. "But at what cost?" His voice trembled with the weight of what had just transpired. "I never wanted this. I wanted a father... not a monster."

"I know," Bangchan replied, cupping Hyunjin's face in his hands. "But you have the chance to be something more than he ever was. You have the chance to make things right."

As the truth of Bangchan's words sank in, a flicker of determination ignited within Hyunjin. They stood together, two broken souls who had found solace in each other's pain, ready to face the world anew. The misunderstandings that had once fractured their bond began to evaporate, replaced by an unbreakable connection forged in shared trauma and emerging hope.

In the dim light of the palace office, the atmosphere shifted as a new understanding blossomed between them.

The tension between them crackled with an electricity that had long been simmering beneath the surface, a magnetic pull that had drawn them together time and again. As the silence stretched, the distance between them seemed to vanish, replaced by the heat of their bodies.

"I'm scared," Hyunjin admitted, vulnerability pouring from him like a river. "Scared of what's next, of what it means to be king without my father... and without you."

Bangchan stepped closer, closing the distance until their bodies brushed against one another. "You're not alone anymore," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "I'll be with you every step of the way. You can count on me."

With a surge of emotion, Hyunjin leaned in, their foreheads touching as they shared the weight of their fears. It felt raw, electric, and deeply intimate. "What if I fall?" Hyunjin whispered, vulnerability lacing his words.

"Then I'll catch you," Bangchan replied, his voice thick with promise. "I won't let you fall."

As if compelled by an invisible force, Hyunjin closed the remaining distance, their lips crashing together in a desperate kiss. The warmth between them ignited a fire, consuming them both in a wave of passion that had been building for far too long. Hyunjin's hands tangled in Bangchan's hair, pulling him closer, as if afraid he would disappear.

Bangchan responded with equal fervor, deepening the kiss as he pressed Hyunjin against the wall. "I want you," he breathed against Hyunjin's lips, his voice husky with desire. "I've wanted you since the moment we met."