Princess? I Yoonmin (Discontinued)

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English is not my first language. Not edited.

Part 2 of Yoongi's flashback

When Yoongi woked up, the curtains were still drawn. The room was still dark and he didn't know how long he'd been out. Hwan was gone.

His body hurts and he can't move. He didn't want to move. He was still in his dress and it was dirty. So did his body. He could feel the dried semen everywhere on the crumpled sheets and some leaked out of his hole as he moved. It reminded him how dirty he was. He could only cried. He hated this. He hated himself. Why? Why did this happen to him?

He stayed longer on the bed until he could see lights peeked through the curtain. Was it morning? Or maybe evening. He didn't know. He never made a move. He didn't want to be reminded of anything. He could hear footsteps and panicked murmurs from out of the room. Someone's here? No. They shouldn't see him like this. The thought of someone seeing him like this. So dirty. Being used because of how worthless he was. What if his parents sees him? The thought of being a dissapointment. He could only whimpered and cried but nothing came out. He bet he was dehydrated from how much he cried.

He heard the footsteps became louder before the doorknob rattled. Hwan must have locked it on purpose.

"Young master! Are you in there?!" A soft panic voice was heard. The maids.

Taehyung was definitely worried because he wasn't in his room. The butler always searched for him whenever it was near his bedtime. How kind.

The knob rattled a little more before it was finally opened. He heard gasps as he curled into himself. He didn't want anyone to see him. He wanted to disappear. How dirty he was.

Yoongi whimpered as someone tried to carry him. He was dirty. They shouldn't touch him. They tried to soothe him but he felt worse. His chest tighten and he was once again engulfed by darkness.

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When he woke up, Yoongi was in the comfort of his room, clean but tired. He felt hands around him as he tried to escape. Not this again. Please, he pleaded as he felt tears coming to his eyes. Why couldn't he stop crying for one second? Someone hushed him as they rubbed his back, pulling him into a sitting position. He opened his eyes to be greeted by his mother. The tears that he tried to hold up was released as he wrapped his arms around his mother. He was relieved to be back in his mother's arm but he was also ashamed to meet her eyes. When she tried to pull back, he whimpered, hugging her tighter.

"Sweetie, please let me see you" Yoongi's sobbings ceased to sniffles as he sat back, eyes down. He could feel his mother moved when a tray was in his vision.

"You've been gone for a day and slept for another. You should eat some, darling" he only complied as his mother feed him some food. The door suddenly opened as he was greeted by his father, looking disheveled, hair messy and heavy looking eye bags. He went foward to engulfed him in a hug as Yoongi returned it.

"I was so worried, Yoongi. Who took you?" Yoongi knew the question was coming but he didn't know if he could tell them the answer. He felt the words on his tongue but couldn't bring it out. A hand carressed his hair as he looked up at his father. He knew he should tell them. Someone who did something as bad as this to a royal family should be sentenced to death. But he didn't know if they will believe him. They will think he's a liar.

But his father was looking at him, pleading. He sucked in a breath as he closed his eyes. "H-Hwan"

He could feel his father tensed. He knew it. He didn't believe him. He buried his face into the crook of his father's neck and tears began falling again. Such a crybaby.

He felt his father pulled away as he whimpered. His father didn't love him anymore. He soothed him as he rubbed circles onto his back before trying to pull away again. This time, Yoongi let him go. His father's face was stone hard as he left the room. The door opened as he saw two guards was standing at the side of it.

They followed his father with a signal of a hand. His angry voice later boomed loudly as it could be heard in his room as Yoongi could make out some.

'Find and kill him. Never rest until he's dead'

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Yoongi's mother had carried the boy into the bath after he had fallen asleep once again and throughout the day, the woman never left his side. More like, couldn't. Yoongi had a strong grip on her dress even when he was sleeping all night long. His mother couldn't imagine the fear he had gone through. The sadness she felt when she saw the bruises on her son's body was very hurtful. She was disapointment in herself. Disapointed because she couldn't protect her son.

When she carried him, asking him what he would want to wear, he asked for a black slack and any shirt. She looked at him, confused. When she asked him about it, he simply said, "People will come and get me when they see me in dresses" and it broke her heart.

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It took him a while for him to want to go out of the room on his own. Taehyung and Yoonji still came to his room to play and the occasional check up from his parents, especially his father. He always smiled fondly when he looked at him. It made him happy.

But the thing was, Yoongi never went back to wearing those pretty dresses. He went back to wearing his - prince's clothes. He had nothing to do against it. It was super comfy but he liked his dresses better. But now? He'll choose the prince's clothes over them everytime.

He didn't liked being all alone. He must slept with someone and woke up with someone. That someone was usually Yoonji. But when his parents wasn't busy, they'll come.

He stopped being the curious boy he was. He prefered being with someone he already knew. Or alone, if he didn't know anyone. The boy that was running around the hall, the boy that was going into every rooms, the boy that played with the maids, taking them away from their jobs, was gone.

And when the boy grew up to a good looking man, he was seen as mature and conservative. He'll make a great king, they said. If only they knew.

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End of chapter 13. As you can read, it's very rushed. But I was busy packing up my stuff you know. I'll be going back to school and yes, I go to a boarding school.

And yes, I'm allowed to bring phones. But as I said, I'm not sure if I'll be able to update. I'll try as much as I can.

I'm really dreading going back to school. Someone please come and get me😭

Before you all saying anything about social distancing, there's only less than 200 people going to my school. And one class only holds 15 students and the tables are distanced. And there's also rules to follow. I don't know how I'll study😓