Crafting The Lust

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Felix's heart skipped a beat as the king's dark yet suspicious tone rang in his ears. The King had acknowledged Chan's presence, how wouldn't he after all it's his palace. Though it still amused him raising his concern.

Felix gulped, his hands turning icy as sweat formed along his spine, the chill sinking deep into his bones. More In fear that king might do something anything to someone who was the only one he could trust at the moment, only one who could be persuaded to take care of his mother.

His body jolted upright as it shivered with a sensory of  Hyunjin's almost dangerous chuckle. "Peasant," yongbok didn't dare to look at Hyunjin's eyes, all he could do was pray to the almighty, "A visitor in my palace without my permission?"

"Who do you think you are?"

The king's voice echoed like a whip crack against the marble walls, venom curling around each syllable. Felix kept his eyes low, his lashes trembling, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. He could feel the weight of Hyunjin's stare, sharp and suffocating, like a blade grazing his skin without ever cutting.

"I—I didn't mean to—" His voice was barely audible, cracked and frail, like glass under pressure.

Hyunjin stepped closer. The sound of his boots tapping the floor was like a countdown. Slow. Intentional. Terrifying.

"Did I give you the impression that my palace was some inn for the forgotten?" His tone darkened, like storm clouds gathering before a torrential downpour. "Or perhaps you mistook my silence as mercy?"

Felix's lips parted, but no words came. Breathing itself felt like treason now.

A hand suddenly cupped his jaw—cold, forceful—and yanked his face upward. Felix met Hyunjin's eyes for a split second. They weren't just angry—they were insulted, betrayed, and unreadable. That scared him more than anything else.

"I should have your little guest dragged into the courtyard and whipped for trespassing," Hyunjin murmured, too close now, his breath brushing against Felix's cheek like ice. "Would that finally teach you your place?"

Felix's heart pounded in his throat. He shook his head, a tiny motion, desperate.

"Please… he only came to bring word of my mother's health. I begged him. It won't happen again."

There was a pause—long, unbearable. Then, a slight smirk tugged at the corner of Hyunjin's lips.

"Oh? So you do know how to beg."

His thumb brushed across Felix's lower lip—mocking, dangerous.

"Interesting."

Felix flinched, shame and fear boiling in his stomach like acid. Hyunjin's lips curved ever so slightly to even decipher any expression, what's going on his mind.

"Are you deservable of my mercy?" The king squinted his eyes, tilting his head, his long strands lingering on his face giving him the dangerous allure. Felix took a shaky breath, "I'd do anything you'd ask for," the silence stretched as Felix let out the syllables in his shaky breath.

The king's face was unreadable, still as a painted god. His eyes, however, gleamed with something far from divine, "What work you are for me..... except," the pause felt like a siren of warning screaming near Yongbok's ear, Hyunjin's voice dropped, smooth like silk soaked in poison, "perhaps to entertain me… in ways your lips have yet to speak of."

Felix froze.

The silence grew, thick like molasses, dragging each second painfully slowly. Hyunjin's gaze flickered downward, then slowly returned to meet Felix's. There was a question there—unspoken, wicked, yet veiled behind the soft lilt of his words.