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Little Snow White (Jin)

There are many renditions of the tale of “Snow White”, but the real story is only known by few. So before we begin, let’s clear a few things up. The story is not about a ditzy princess and a blood thirsty, ostentatious queen. There are no seven dwarves or happy-go-lucky songs. Now that that’s been cleared, let the story begin.

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, a prosperous, young prince had recently assumed the throne. The prince knew he was a handsome man, with lips red as the rose, hair back as ebony, and skin white as snow. He became known as the Little Snow White Prince. Yes, Prince Seokjin was as fair as they came.

But with his beauty, came with vain and envy. The young prince was foolish and spent the kingdom’s money on himself. His royal advisor, a wicked and power hungry man, let Seokjin waste the kingdom’s money. Soon the villages grew poor and sickly. They grew angry as the prince blindly spent their money, unaware of the Royal Advisor’s increase in taxes.

Riots began to break out, but the prince remained oblivious to it all. Until he was forced out of the castle. The Royal Advisor had told him if he didn’t leave, the rioting villagers would kill him. So the Little Snow White Prince left, with nowhere to go and no one to turn to.

To make his point apparent, the Roya Advisor sent his best hunters after the prince. They chased him into the woods, letting nature take care of him. For many days, the Prince wandered alone, lost within the vast forest. Cold and starving, Seokjin stumbled upon an old house. It was falling apart and was covered in a layer of dirt, but, in his desperate state, he went to the front door and knocked feebly. Just as the door open, sleep deprivation took over, leaving him passed out on the front steps.

When Seokjin woke up, he was in a hard bed, covered in an itchy blanket. “Hello?” he called weakly. When there was no response, he heaved himself out of bed. He walked to the door, pulling the heavy wood open. Voices echoed from down the stairs. Slowly and silently, he crept down the stairs. As he drew nearer, he could hear what the voices were saying.

“Who is he?” asked one voice, followed by a yawn.

“I can tell you who he is,” came the voice of a young boy’s voice. “He’s that no good Snow White, the Prince who reduced us to nothing more than orphans.”

“Jungkook,” warned another voice.

“Namjoon, he has a point. We have nothing. The Prince took everything we had and then some.”

“But did you see his condition?” asked another. “He was on death’s front steps.”

Having heard enough, Seokjin stepped into the doorway. Six boys sat around a small table. They fell quiet when they saw Seokjin. “You’re right,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself. “I am Prince Seokjin, the Snow White Prince. I’m--I’m the reason everything is in ruin.”

The six boys looked at Seokjin in pity. He was just a kid like them, alone in this world without a home and no family. “What are you doing here?” asked one of the boys. He had brown hair and was wearing soot covered clothing.

“I was cold and I just--”

“No, what’re you doing here? Alive? The Royal Advisor said you died.” Seokjin stared at the boys.

“N-no. I’m very much alive.”

“Then why aren’t you in the castle?” asked another boy. He had blonde hair and was wearing a shirt made of carpet patterns and grey pants. “Why did the Royal Advisor say you were dead?”

“Obviously he’s a power hungry psycho who let you do whatever you want. Oh my god, he wanted this to happen,” the one referred to as Namjoon said. He had a black, dread mohawk and was clad in baggy clothes.