𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎㆐SEVENTEEN

Junhui

The walls of that hotel would never compare to the gold that once bathed the walls of the palace where he always lived. The great prince Wen Junhui, respected, loved and above all envied, everyone wanted to have the privilege of that child, son of the second wife of King Wen, in the corridors the children of many of the servants did not stop looking at him with disdain. 

What did Junhui have that the other children of the king did not have?

Perhaps the word illegitimate, Junhui was the only son within the marriage of King Wen and Queen Ling Rina.

Since he was a child he was forced to know the monster that was his father, who ordered the execution of a washerwoman who claimed that the kid who pulled her by the arm was the true crown prince and not him, after that he could understand the reason for the bad looks, if he were one of those children he would surely do it too.

His childhood took a gray turn after the death of his mother who after a few months it was discovered that she was poisoned by the king's first wife, who was sentenced to exile. With this, little Junhui was left in the care of that nefarious man, whom he saw drinking, beating members of the service or sentencing to death anyone who did not want to please him.

He would never forget how when he was eleven years old, walking through one of the corridors of the east wing of the palace, a man with torn clothes and wounds everywhere did not hesitate to slap him. Disoriented, Junhui looked at the ground, his eyes filled with confused tears.

"Raise your face, bastard." That man with eyes bloodshot with anger yelled at him. Junhui trembled in his place, scared. "You will be scum just like your father, you are scum. There is not a day when we do not wish for the death of all of you. You control us, you hurt us, you treat us like garbage. You are the ones to blame for everything."

The glow of a dagger caressing his cheek was all the young prince saw before he closed his eyes and squeezed them tightly, his hands gripping the tunic he was wearing, and his face lay downcast.

"You will never be a good person, you are stained with your father's blood, the blood of all the people he took advantage of, humiliated and abused, you are scum and you are the disgrace of this nation."

After that he knew all: The cheers in the streets were nothing more than screams of fear, the white flowers were not in honor of the royal family but of the people they had exterminated.

That omega servant was tortured in front of his eyes as punishment for both of them by order of the king, Junhui was just a child, but the atrocities around him covered him with a dark cloak.

Upon debuting as an alpha, King Wen's treatment seemed to improve a little, who gave Junhui on his first rut the most repulsive of gifts: a harem, made up of alphas, betas, omegas in the majority and a few gammas, all of them in debt or forced to be part of that circus. It was there that Junhui learned that he was just like his father, he never received any education about his ruts when his secondary gender manifested, his father only told him to let his instinct speak louder and that was his sentence.

Three days later Wen Junhui was not able to look at himself in the mirror without cursing his birth, without spending a night without getting drunk or trying to hurt himself.

Until one day during a visit to the Anshan Arts Department, he met Xù Minghao, who was nothing more than an alpha like him, only that young man still retained in his eyes the sparkle of a child's naivety, Minghao was everything Junhui ever was: talented and happy, everyone seemed to love that young alpha.