Kingdom of Lust || Vkook

Chapter 3 (Tae POV)

alrighty so i'm not too sure how i feel about this chapter yet and i'm sorry it took me a while to write, but i've been on vacation and haven't had many opportunities to sit down and rlly type things out. anyways, i hope you enjoy & remember i purple you💜💜

omfgggg this actually killed me^
He'S sO tAlEnTeD i CaN't DeAl😤😫

(i had to add that:)

ONWARD WITH THE STORY😤

If there was one thing in the world that Taehyung loved more than manipulating people, it was some high class drama. Perhaps he should've felt the slightest bit of angst when his father collapsed dead on the dining room table, but all he could feel was pride. Call him a demon, yes, but his intentions were far more meaningful than a sinister game.

Taehyung would've liked to stay there, watching the scene unfold before him, but the tension in the air was suffocating him and he needed to at least pretend to be upset.

King Jeon stood on the opposite end of the table in horror at the sight before him, his sword evident in his hand.

"Your highness? What do we do?" A maid asked Taehyung from where she stood next to King Kim's corpse.

Taehyung turned to look at her with a blank expression and opened his mouth.

"We prepare his body for burial." He simply answered.

The maid nodded, gathering some other maids to help her with the dead king.

"Will somebody please explain to me what's going on here?" King Jeon yelled from across the room.

Taehyung glanced at the king's shiny, brown eyes swiftly and saw deep fury inside them.

"Are you blind, Sir King? My father is dead." Taehyung answered harshly.

The chandelier lights from above illuminated pure frustration on the Sonyeondan king's face and Taehyung couldn't help but suck in a deep breath at his rival's beauty.

King Jeon grabbed the wine glass sitting before him and speed-walked over to where Taehyung stood.
He shoved the cup in the prince's face and steam nearly puffed out of his flared nostrils.

"The wine is poison. You almost succeeded in killing me, Prince Taehyung." King Jeon growled with a snarl.

"You think I did this? How dare you accuse me of something so horrible." Taehyung scoffed, shifting his eyes to the glass a few inches from his face.

The king standing before him, accusing him of his father's death, looked no older than 22 and still had baby-bunny teeth. Taehyung found this amusing.

"Of course you did!" King Jeon retorted, wrinkling his nose. "First, you were late to the meeting. Then, you kept smirking at me as if something bad was about to happen. Lastly, you show no signs of remorse towards the death of your father."
Taehyung narrowed his eyes.

"Let me ask you this, Sir King. How old are you exactly?" The blonde prince asked, skeptical.

King Jeon seemed taken aback by the sudden change in subject and now it was his turn to narrow his eyes.
"I don't see how that has anything to do with what's going on here." He responded.

"Answer the question, Sir King." Taehyung pushed.

The brown-haired boy continued to study him for a few moments more, then spoke.