Glassy Sky - You're Born for Me -

Fragment No. 30

A/N : I love LOVE Jonghyun. RIP, my love.. Anyway, the reason I said this is because I put his character here~ As I said before, I'll use some of the character from the original kpop ff of this one, which include him and Heechul. Lol

ps. : I think I made a mistake.. but it seems I don't really show it much in the story, so it's not a big deal.. You know.. about the glowing eyes thing.. Orz

This is Heechul pov

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Heechul closed his eyes right as a plate was flying past him and broke into pieces from the impact to the nearest wall. Soon enough, the dining room was once again got into a disarray. He sighed inwardly, praying that he will get excused soon. The young man in front of him didn't get the memo, though. He kept on trashing and broke every furniture within his sight. Even the chimera, his familiar, look scared and huddled up in the corner.

Finally, for what Heechul thinks to be a long time, the rage stopped. The young man in front of him stood with head risen, staring unfocused to the ceiling. His chest went up and down with tiredness. Heechul still decided to observed him more closely, not bothering to say anything. The burgundy hair the young man possessed swayed as he tilted his head and stare straight back at him, eliciting a shiver down to Heechul's bone.

"Hyung." The young man's eyes cleared up. His handsome face was actually hold such an innocent look that surely would be loved by many, but then a sinister smile was plastered on that face, marring it into an unrecognizable person.

"Your highness." Heechul tried to act casual. He crossed his hands on his laps, and giving a curt nod far away from his seat across the room. No way he would come closer to the demon in front of him.

"Oh, come on.." the king in front of him childishly whined. A pout forming, but still Heechul sit unperturbed. "Hyung. Don't be like this. How long would you stay unmoving, huh? It's been how many years already!"

Heechul's jaw set, but he won't let the younger man has an upper hand. He let the younger man who imprisoned him here in his own castle seethed with anger once again. He looked down to have his flashing eyes that burned with hatred unseen.

"Hyung! Talk to me! I hate this! I hate this! I hate this!" the king kept on repeating the same words. The tattered clothes hanging beside him starts burning, as the spark of his power went out of control. "Shit!"

"Your highness." Heechul called. "I'm done with dinner." The statement surely irked the king, but instead of going into a more powerful rage, the anger dissipated. With a huff, the king waved his hand.

"You're dismissed."

As soon as he heard it, Heechul stood up and gave a courtesy bow before leaving the messy room. His steps are sure, steady, with eyes stares straight ahead. He won't let anyone bullied him. he keep his stride without pausing, until he reached the door of his room.

He closed the door behind him with a push from his body. A huge sigh finally escaped as a frown marred his beautiful face. His lips thinned, remembering the dinner that he went through. The king relished in tormenting and taunting him every time he was summoned.

Blinking his eyes to gather himself, he straightened his back and look on his surroundings. He has books, at least. And even though Rome-

Is that what I think it is? His heart hammering on his chest, as Heechul approached a single black rose placed daintily on the desk at the corner of his room. Gingerly, he stretched his hand to reach the flower, afraid that it was just an illusion. The softness of one of the petals is real, and Heechul's breath hitched. Tears begin to gather on his eyes as he caress and brings the flower to his chest.