REAPER || minsung ✔︎

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"Jisung! Jisung, stop being so slow!" a young prince yelled, waving his hands at the boy he was calling. He was dressed in the finest blue fabric, gold embroidered into it.

"Yes! I'm coming, stop whining!" Jisung gasped, taking a short break to catch his breath. He groaned, placing his hands on his knees for support. "Just give me a minute. I need some time to consume air."

"We don't have a minute! I really, really want to teach you that dance," the prince rushed the him. "I'm not supposed to be outside of the palace. The guards can come and get me at any moment."

The prince' face was blurred out, Jisung couldn't identify who it was, but the shorter one looked exactly like the demon that has been tormenting him. It was one of those nights again, where he was paralyzed, forced to watch the scenes in his dreams.

"Okay, so you move that arm around over here- No! Not like that!" The prince gently took the boy's arm and corrected the position, delicately as if he would break with a harsh touch. "Gently and gracefully."

Jisung's head twisted and his fists clenched. The touches felt so real, they still lingered on his skin. The boy shuddered. He already knew what was coming and he didn't want to witness it again.

"It's not my fault my coordination is horrible," Jisung pouted. "When you do it, it looks smooth and easy, but that's you." He plopped down on the grass with his head in his hands.

"Stop beating yourself up over that." The prince carefully sat down next to him and gently removed hair out of Jisung's face. "Jisung, you do know how much you mean to me, right?"

"I care a lot about you too," he spoke softly, caressing the prince's face. A sinister look flashed over Jisung's face, disappearing just as fast as it appeared. "That's why I'm sorry I have to do this to you."

It was as if Jisung was watching from the sidelines, unable to help while trapped in slumber. Don't do it, he wanted to yell. Run away...

He wanted to break into the scene and force the two apart, do anything to stop what was happening, but he was glued to his spot. He was unable to move his limbs, like they had been chained to his mattress. He tried to struggle against them, but that only tightened them.

Minho, it was Minho. His eyes were wide with confusion, those bright and hopeful eyes, and the shorter went in for the kiss, knowing the male wasn't going to fight it.

That was when it all went wrong. Darkness twirled around the two, the wind started howling and lightning sparked from the skies. The life was literally being sucked out of the boy and everything seemed to lose color.

"I-I trusted you," the prince choked out, placing his hand on Jisung's cheek.

His body jolted and his breath hitched. He fell back lifelessly, eyes still open with betrayal. Just like the dead patches of grass, the light had left his eyes.

Jisung watched, not even the slightest hint of feeling guilt or regret on his face. He felt euphoric. He looked down at his hands and saw as they turned to dust, leaving nothing but a transparent soul. "Finally."

His eyes shot open and he gasped for air, desperately clinging onto the sheets. The dim street lights fell on his wrists in a vertical line. They were a sickening purple.

Jisung pulled his knees to his face, letting the tears fall. Before he knew it he was silently sobbing at what he saw. It was all his fault again. He caused someone's misery. He couldn't tell if it was reality or if his head was playing tricks on him again.