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౨ৎ ,, ‘Whiny...’

—— S. Jaeyun.

ᯓ★ Pairing: fem!reader x bf!Jake

ᯓ★ Genre: smut

ᯓ★ Wc: 1,223

ᯓ★ Warnings: meanish-dom!reader, sub!Jake, use of 'mommy', use of 'puppy' mentions of Jake being mean beforehand (chokeing on dick using legs), Jake being 'punished' but they both like it so. Creampie x2, mentions of breeding, whiny Jake (obvi), hand job, dacryphilia, bondgae (handcuffs), face slapping, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasm (m. rec), aftercare.

a/n —> this is me making up for not posting any more chapters for Heeseung... it's in the works but I promise it'll be good. Not proof read either

You thought that trying handcuffs would be easier to keep Jake from taking control. And it was, you were able to edge him about three times before finally placing his tip in between your plump lips.

But clearly, he was too desperate to submit to you, wrapping his legs around your head and pushing you down to choke on his cock as he comes deep inside of your throat, causing you to spit and blubber everywhere.

When he finally let you go for air, he had that stupid, smug smirk on his face, staring down at you with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. Anger cursed through your veins; you just had to punish him.

If he wanted to come so bad, then he can come as many times as he wants.

"You wanna act like a slut, huh?" You whisper in his ear, bouncing yourself up and down his cock much to your desire, keeping your hands on the headboard rather than touching him.

That fine line between getting what he wants but nothing at all.

"I'll fucking treat you like a slut, since you want to act like a dumb dog. Just mommy's dumb puppy," You pout, accentuating the words with a hard thrust down, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.

His moans were loud, head thrown back against the headboard as he stares up at you through his eyelashes, mouth agape and red cheek from the number of times you've slapped him.

"You're going to cum again, hm? I can feel you throbbing inside, puppy," You lean down, catching his bottom lip between your teeth and pulling away with a laugh as he chases after your lips with that high-pitched whine of his.

Fuck it doesn't matter how many times you hear it, it makes your core clench, and you feel pleasure that pleasure override your senses. Your walls tighten around his cock, squeezing him tight and pushing his second release out of the night.

You grind slowly against him, moving your hips in a slow rhythm as you catch your breath, tilting your head down to watch the way the mixture of cum spills out beneath you. You slowly let his cock slip out of you, giggling at the way it flops back against his stomach, still hard and flushed red.

You coo quietly and sit next to him, watching the way his hips stutter upwards as you give an equal number of slaps to each of his cheeks, watching the way the impact mixes with the flush of heat. "Fucking greedy... that's what you are," You mutter grabbing his chin in between your fingers, making him catch your gaze. "Greedy little boy, wanting to come but not obey mommy. What do you say?"

"I'm sorry, mommy," He breathes out, his words whiny and soft, the fronts of his eyebrows tilting upwards. "I'm sorry for disobeying you, mommy."

Yeah, he fucking should be.

You sit up, resting on his lap, trailing your hands up his abdomen, feeling the way his abs clench underneath you. You clench your jaw, lifting your hand up and giving a hard slap to his cheek, making him moan out. Your other hand reaching to his cock and stroking it as quick as you possibly could.

His reaction was immediate, the way his senses were overridden and his hips attempting to push out to match your strokes. He throws his head back, a delicious array of moans and whines falling from his lips, the way 'mommy' falls easily from his lips.

It's not long before his come spills from his red, aching tip, causing you to coo and pout at him, mumbling about how he's wasting his cum, but you don't stop.

He comes again. And again. Three times before you finally give him a breather, watching the way tears spill down his beautifully flushed cheeks and the way his chest stutters as he calms down.

"Mommy... mommy, please," He whispers, opening his eyes and looking at you through those long lashes of his, "Mommy, I-i'm sorry, I promise- I swear!"

And the way he whines your name, that same high-pitched and breathy sound making your pussy throb. It's like he still has that ounce of control and it pisses you off. You moved your body upwards, bringing your face down to his and raising an eyebrow. "You're going to be good for mommy, puppy?"

"Yes- hah, mommy!" His pleads get cut off as you pick his flushed cock back up, dragging your soaked folds all over it. "Mommy, fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuck- stop, 'm going- oh fuck, comming!"

You scoff at his words, rolling your eyes and sinking down on his cock, feeling his throbbing members all lubed up from his cum spurt more out, right into your hole. You sigh at the stretch, sitting flush against him, rolling your eyes back for a moment before looking back down at him with heavy breaths.

"All this cum that you wasted..." You whisper, clicking your tongue and shaking your head, your hands reaching up to interlace your fingers with his, feeling the way his hands flex against the handcuffs. "Could've bred mommy by now, could've gave her a baby. You know mommy's ovulating. If you just let her, take care of you, you could've fucked a baby into me by now."

His lips wobble at your words, his eyes squinting as more tears spill out in hot, heavy waves. Little whimpers spill every time you clench around him, his head in a heavy haze.

"Now, if you make mommy cum again," You say, tilting your head and brushing your nose against his, "She'll let you go. M'kay? Make mommy cum."

Your hips start moving, slow grinds building up into hard bounces as you rest your hands on his chest, ignoring the way he twitches under you and begs for you to stop. But you both know that he doesn't want you to stop, the feel of your warmth is perfect, and he prays that this is the way he goes.

He comes two more times before you finally do, thrusting down to match his stuttering hips and using his whines to push yourself over, your walls clenching around him hard and letting your orgasm take you.

When you regain your senses, you look back up at his fucked-out face, the way he hides it in his arm, and he just looks so...

"Oh, baby," You whisper, cupping his cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, slowly lifting yourself up to escape his now limp-cock. "Sweet boy, I'm here. Y/nnie's got you."

You reach over to the bedside table, grabbing a key and unlocking the handcuffs from the beds' headboard, slowly letting his arms down and massaging at his wrists. You guide him to lay down, pulling him against your side and running your fingers through his hair to calm him down.

"It's okay, sweet boy, it's over now. You did so good f'me, so so good... so proud of you."

His shakes and whimpers against you, causing you to whisper more sweet, reassuring words into his ear, running your fingers through his hair and rubbing your palm up and down his back. He calms down a lot quicker than you expected, hiding his face into your neck and cuddling against you, slowly falling asleep.

Cleaning up can be a tomorrow job.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒 ; A King's Burden

— King!Heeseung x Queen!Reader

⠀ ⠀. ⋆ ･˳ ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⋆ . ⋆･. ⠀⠀˳ . ⋆⠀⠀.

Summary: For months, the Queen of Light has been nothing but a ghost, her kingdom lost to a curse that shattered the world’s balance. Now, even the Dark Kingdom suffers, and its newly crowned king, Heeseung, sets out to claim what remains. But when fate leads him to the missing queen, their reluctant alliance forces them to face a deeper truth—light and dark were never meant to exist without each other. The question is: can they fight fate, or were they always meant to fall together?

A/N: Hello~ this is my first chapter of this fanfic… and I'm a little unsure whether it's engaging or not, which is why the second chapter will be uploaded not too long after this chapter. My schools first unit ends on the 4th next month, so I will be trying to do more updates as I have some break off of school! Please let me know if you're wanting to be a part of a tag list and if you're liking the story so far!

Wc: 4134

Warnings: Mild language use, mentions of death and destruction, light horror themes, supernatural elements

⠀ ⠀. ⋆ ･˳ ⠀⠀⠀⠀. ⋆ . ⋆･. ⠀⠀˳ . ⋆⠀⠀.

The ink that bleeds through the paper gets harder to read everyday, the cursive writing in the journal leading up to the hour slowly becoming more incompetent as the light from the flames start to die out.

‘The light.’

He writes.

‘The light that has once welcomed our world is slowly leaving. It’s been seven months since the last letter from the light kingdom and three months since we’ve come scarce on our light sources. Karina insists that it’s fine and that the Queen is just having her misfits again. I tell her not to use too much and to not say such foolish things, but she insists she can only do her routines when night has officially fallen. It ‘set’s an atmosphere’ she says.’

His quill stills on the paper, his lips pursing together at the thought of his wife’s inconsiderate actions. It has been four years since their coronation, and it is expected after this journey that they will have kids. Heirs.

His fingers tighten on the quill and he takes a breath before continuing to write.

‘I pray she is fit enough to run the kingdom by herself these next few months. She’s been nagging me about an illness she might inherit from her mother, which I highly doubt. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone, but if much changes, I will immediately switch it back to how I like it. I will leave this journal here and take a new one to track my mission, if anyone finds it, they will know of the exciting adventures I experienced with the six of my soldiers.

Please, keep Karina in check. And don’t let her change anything too drastic.’

He watches as the ink dries in the journal, as if much will change, before he shuts it, letting it rest in the middle of his desk. Besides the book, the candles dwindling light flickers, and for a moment, Heeseung thought it grew stronger, as if it was fighting for it’s life. He thinks about what the Light Kingdom’s final days were like – broken, in flames, one last flash of light before darkness falls.

He doesn’t even notice the presence of his wife until the smell of Jasmine greets his nostrils, scrunching his nose momentarily, he leans comfortably in the chair and tilts his head backwards, lazily. “How long have you stood there?” He mutters, watching her upside down.

“Long enough to see you watch the ink dry,” her sharp tone speaks, causing him to tilt his head up so she doesn’t see the roll of his eyes. The slide of her hand on his shoulders distracts him from the annoyance as she leans over him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’m still unsure on why you wanted to do this. You’re king of this Kingdom. Whatever happens over there, is their problem.”

He fights the urge to scoff, reaching his hand up to intertwine their fingers, shifting his body and guiding her to stand in front of him, “If it causes our fall, then it is.” He whispers, properly addressing his wife by pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles of his fingers. “You changed the colour of your nails.”

“You sound exactly like how your father did,” she scoffs at his attempt of changing the topic, rolling her eyes and situating herself on his lap, she wraps her arms around his neck and leans into him, “So dramatic and nosy. If it’s really that serious, then as queen, I should be going beside you.”

“No.”

She stiffens as she hears his immediate disagreement, her eyebrows furrowing as she tilts her head to look at him, “Excuse me?”

“You’re not going,” Heeseung says, voice firm as he trails his fingers in small circles on her lower back while his other hand rests on her thigh to keep her secure. He watches the annoyance in her eyes flare to something of anger, lips curling upwards softly before he leans in and presses soft kisses to the plump skin of cheek, her jaw, and her neck. “You’re too precious to me. I don’t want you dirtying that stunning face of yours, my love. Who will keep the kingdom in check if we’re both gone?”

His shift in tone – from cold to indulgent – seems to please Karina as her usual smile is back on her lips, giggling and tilting her head to press a happy kiss to his lips. “I suppose you’re right. A kingdom needs their queen afterall.”

A squeak falls from her lips as Heeseung suddenly lifts her up, carrying her bridal-style and spinning her around in a small circle before he makes his way towards their bed, pressing kisses along her skin to keep her satisfied.

“Just lay with me for now, rina,” he whispers against her skin, “I leave tomorrow.”

He keeps his promise until just before the sun is meant to rise, barely little light coming in as he double checks his items, fingers brushing over his journal one last time before he heads to his horse. His last potential words dismissing his wife.

The morning air is tense as his guards part, making way for their King. Mounting their horses at once, their hooves strike the ground as they strut through the streets. The sounds are deafening in the early morning, as everyone else lays in bed alongside their loved ones while the seven men ride out to a location that may be just fine. That would mean he was overreacting, as Karina has said one too many times these past few weeks.

Yet, he knows. That gut feeling that something is not okay.

It’s like he can hear the nagging tone in her future letters, the way she’d slowly degrade him more and more, listing the ways she changed the kingdom to fit her wants, not even bothering to take into account Heeseung or the villagers. She’d be wearing that insufferable, condescending snarl on her face and she’d flip the pages through his withered journal.

He can hear his main guard, Jay, shouting out directions to his other men and guiding the horses along the rocky roads that soon turn into dirt. The further they venture, the more dry the air comes and the higher the humidity rises. He wonders how his father rode down this road when he was still King. How tall had he stood, going into battle, while knowing that he would return safe? To his people. To his Queen. How did he fight for so many years and return as strong as when he left? He wonders if Karina would jump into his arms when he arrives home, cooing and doting over him the whole way back to their chambers before laying with him and feeding him the food he’s been wishing for.

Or if she would nag him when he came back, murmuring how it was a waste of time and draping herself on him to distract him from the changes in the Kingdom. Maybe, if the trip was useless, then he’d have Jay and Sunghoon rough him up a little – just enough for Karina to slip into the nurturing role their parents wish she’d have.

That night, after grueling, long hours of travelling, watching as tumbleweeds drift past, they set up camp. The fire burned in the middle of the group, the six guards sharing their stories of their lives outside of battles and protection. Heeseung smirked as Sunoo shared the gossip about his older sister cheating on her husband with a fishmonger. He lets his gaze rest on the stubborn flames that flicker even on the still road.

“And then,” Sunoo said, shaking his head and laughing softly, “Her husband found out, came to me and stated he has to train beside me– to ‘be stronger’. Mind you, he works in the bakery for a living and the lover cuts up salmon for a living.”

The men around him bark out laughter at the thought of his in law training alongside him, the thought itself being ridiculous. They continued like that for a few more minutes, the guards sharing stories of each other like how Sunghoon almost got trampled by their horses because Jake was too busy ogling a pretty woman to secure the reins properly.

As their stories died down into more simple words, Heeseung kept his gaze locked on the dancing flames. He watched them dance around each other as if they were whispering words to him.

His mind wanders back to his castle that his ancestors walked through for decades – centuries even. He imagines Karina draped across the beautiful, emerald green chair near their bay window, dressed in her finest silks, barking orders at the servants.

For a moment, he saw her in a way that he almost forgot existed.

Beautiful and airy, giggling and making jokes alongside him in the morning light. Her skin is smooth, and her cheeks are slightly flushed in embarrassment as he teases her and presses kisses along her skin. The image of his wife. His Queen.

His thoughts eventually shift once more. To the bigger picture at hand.

The Light Kingdom.

He wondered how their Queen and King had fallen, what managed to take over half the world and keep the imbalance stable for such periods of time. What were their final thoughts before they were wiped out? How were they wiped out? Did they prepare for what happened?

He wanders back to the time he met their King, standing strong as he and his wife greeted Heeseung and Karina, the air immediately lifting.

Soobin was a wonderful man, he remained standing tall, his broad frame creating whiplash to his bright personality. His toned arms were constantly adorned by the decoration of his wife’s beautiful, ringed fingers – who never stood too far from her husband. His smile was as bright as the sun in the sky, as if it was a relic in his name. A relic of the light he was meant to protect.

Heeseungs jaw clenched, his eyes falling to his lap as he takes in a deep breath.

That light was gone.

All that’s left is the flames in place of his ashes.

The sound of the horse’s neighing and stomping on the dirt drags him out of his thoughts. He tilts his head up, blinking as he sees that everyone is staring out to the distance. The horses, too, stood rigid as they looked towards the horizon. The air runs thin, and even the crackling of the fire grows silent.

Heeseung’s throat runs dry as he looks to where his guards watch, ignoring the way their horses snort and shift uncomfortably.

“Jay.” He mumbles, keeping his voice firm despite the hesitancy he’s feeling.

They shouldn’t be worried. Darkness is where they’re from, their calling, their destinies. They can face anything that’s in the darkness. Except, this time, with no answer from his head guard, Heeseung feels uncertain of what lurks in the distance.

“Jay.” He repeats again, his voice slightly louder than before, narrowing his eyes as his hand twitches towards his sides. Finally, Jay turns his head, slow and carefully as if trying not to startle the thing in the distance.

“We’re not alone.” He whispers, his own hand reaching for his sword.

His words spoke enough.

Something was out there.

The other guards had never looked more tense or terrified, frozen in place as their eyes dart between each other and the horizon.

Then – there was the slow gurgling noise. Distance and high pitched.

Heeseung didn’t even notice when he moved, standing into a simple fighting stance and gritting his teeth together, getting ready to sheath his sword. “We must leave,” He says slowly, narrowing his gaze and slowly shifting it over the horizon. “Now. Move it.”

The six men didn’t need to be told twice, instantly standing and mounting their horses, calming them down quickly in hopes they wouldn't get kicked off. Heeseung hears Jake cooing to his stallion, telling her to calm down and stroking her mane.

As Heeseung’s eyes shift to his horse, away from the horizon for a singular second, a rotten smell reaches their nostrils. Heeseung immediately covers his nose, looking back up to find the source of the smell, but all he can see is darkness. Nothing moves and nothing creeps forward.

Niki clears his throat, speaking up for the first time all night. “Your honour, we need to leave. Please.” His voice wavers and the realisation of everyone's fear settles in. Heeseung nods his head, motioning with his fingers to move forward.

The adrenaline starts to shoot through the King’s veins, pressing for his horse to move at a high speed to get far away from whatever lurks. Despite his evident fear, he stays behind the others, constantly counting them to make sure nothing has pulled them aside and they’re all safe.

It’s only the first night and dangers are coming. He prays that this journey was worth something in the end.

They spend the whole night moving East. There were no break periods, no matter how tired the horses were and how sore the men were. There were no stretch periods and there was no time for water breaks. Just 12 hours of riding through dirt roads.

As the sun started to rise, there was still no humanity in sight. They didn’t encounter anything else throughout that night, but the smell lingered on for miles and Heeseung was sure he could smell it in the early mornings.

Pure exhaustion weighed on the men, and no matter how far they traveled, it still felt like they weren’t even at the edge of the Dark Kingdom.

By the time they saw some sort of life forms, it was a rice farmer travelling between his farm and the riverbank nearby. He called himself a foreign name that was unfamiliar with all of them, Vernon. He offered them a place to sleep and for their horses to rest.

Heeseung didn’t wake till the next day.

After that fearsome night, Heeseung made sure that wherever they set camp was safe and protected. He made Jungwon draw sigils and place any protection spell on each of them, their horses and where they slept. He refused to let something unknown hurt them.

On the fifth day of travelling, they arrive at their fourth town. Except this time, it was empty and cold, ashes taking place where people stood. Heeseung strolls leisurely through the town, keeping his guard high as he scans the surroundings. The soft sound of rustling makes him come to a halt.

He raises his hands to stop the others, listening into the deafening silence of the ruins. Just as he goes to motion to continue forward, the sound of crying and footsteps make them freeze. A figure slowly makes their way towards them, their feet walking quickly and their heavy breaths coming into their line of hearing.

“The chapel!” The figure cries, waving their hands as their steps speed up slightly, “Everything is ruined… but the chapel! The chapel has the books… and the… Light… Kingdom…”

Heeseung’s head perks up at the mention of the Light Kingdom, his stoic expression faltering for a moment as he watches the figure collapse into a heap on the floor.

There’s silence for a few moments before Heeseung clicks to his left. “Sunoo, Jungwon, Niki,” He says, turning his head, “You three stay with this… priest. Keep him alive. Jake, Jay, Sunghoon, you come with me. We’re going to find the chapel.”

It doesn’t take long to find the tall, decorated building, the poor sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows and shining onto the entrance, as if the building was waiting for them. Heeseung takes a mental note to mention it to Karina in the future, knowing she loves when the window pains in the castle do such things.

The horses stay outside as the three men stretch their legs, sauntering through the rubble of the broken doors. Feet are etched into the wooden floors, a memory of the people who stood before them not too long ago. Heeseung can’t help but wonder what happened to the beautiful building. He waits till he stands in the middle of the room until he pauses, lifting his head up and looking around the tall walls, stained glass windows decorating every space, telling its story of the Kingdoms.

At the entrance, stands two opposite sides, a dark and a light, in between them was a glass stain in the shape of a rose. Next to it, showed the pair in battle, holding each other at their throats as the rose starts to wither away. Beside it shows the dark side watching the light side at the river, cupping some water in their hands and taking a sip, the rose on its last petal. The rest show the story of how, despite their hatred for each other, they have to work together to store a balance in the world, their love story blooming and creating a peace between them.

Heeseung heard the story countless times: throughout his childhood, in literature classes, when he found out he was getting married, at the wedding, at the coronation, at the honeymoon and so on… It was to remind him why he should never battle with the light kingdom, to never become selfish and try to take more land than he really needs.

Heeseung hears the trio murmuring and can see them pointing at the windows as they recall the story and try to piece everything together. He scoffs and focuses on the task at hand, letting out a sigh and climbing up the steps to the podium, finding a desk off to the side filled with spilled paper and ink everywhere.

“The books… the books. What books?” He thinks out loud, furrowing his brows as he starts to look through the drawers, being met with empty spaces and cobwebs. He grunts in frustration, sliding a drawer shut and covering his face with his hands. He’s lucky enough to even hear the sound of the object falling onto the wooden floors.

He slowly moves his hands away from his face, tilting his head down and looking around. Is he imagining things? What just dropped? He looks up, looking towards the three men he bought with him and seeing the way they all looked amazed by the intricate carvings in the seats and the poles. He blinks a few times before looking the opposite direction, immediately flinching as the light goes straight into his eyes.

“Fuck–” he says, covering his face with his hands and stumbling back. When did that happen? He thinks to himself, keeping his hand covering the sunlight as he looks away, blinking away the dark spots that formed into his eyes. It takes him a few moments before he notices something glinting in the sunlight, a few seconds longer before he recognises what it is. A key.

“Hey–” He says, catching the attention of his guards as he bends down, picking up the key, “Look what I found. Do you think this’ll help us find those books?”

“We found them already,” Sunghoon suddenly says, furrowing his brows as he and Jake hold up four different books. Jake’s were a dark navy colour while Sunghoon’s were a light yellow, the same words placed on all four: A crown of light, a throne of shadows.

That night, they sat in a random building’s rubble, watching the fire flicker miserably as they try to decipher what was written in the pages. They’ve only managed to decipher the words ‘Light’ and ‘Dark’ from the cover of the books.

“So… if this symbol is ‘a’, then most of these should have ‘a’ in them.” Jungwon says, looking between the different books as he notices the same symbol used consistently. “Does anyone have some spare paper we could write on?”

Jungwon’s request is met with silence between all seven men, Heeseung’s expression turns somber for a moment before reaching out of his bag to find the journal he packed before he left. He opens up the pages and rips out a page along with a stick of granite, passing it over to the boy and watching as he immediately starts to write down the repeated symbols.

They all watch in silence as Jungwon depicts what the vowels of the alphabet are, before placing the rest of the letters in their own section. They fill each of the letters with the translations etched onto the leather bindings on each book, each having their own meaning.

Book one and three were both yellow-dyed velvet bindings, signifying the perspective of the Light Kingdom was being presented, while books two and four were the opposite. Book one had the words ‘Dawn on the fallen’ engraved on the front.

“There’s no point doing this,” Sunghoon suddenly says, furrowing his thick brows and resting a hand on his thigh, “Translating these– these– ancient texts is useless! It’s going to be daybreak by the time we’ve finished translating the first page.”

He looks around the group of people, some of the younger men looking away to avoid eye contact while Jay and Heeseung keep their piercing gaze on the man. He’s always known to be the most impatient when it comes to these things, wanting to keep going to finish things.

“This is important–” Jungwon starts but he immediately gets cut off by the brunette.

“Then how about you stay here in this shit fallen city so you can sit here and translate a bunch of old ancient shit.” Sunghoon spits, standing up in annoyance. “I’m not going to sit here and–”

“Hoon–” Jake starts, grabbing onto his hand to pull him back down but the latter yanks his hand away with a scoff. “Oi! Stop being fucking dramatic and sit back down. Where are you going to go at this time of night, huh?”

“Away from dealing with this waste of time!” He snaps, turning around and heading towards his horse, pulling on his reins and guiding him away a couple metres. The air is silent besides the footsteps of the man, Jake rolling his eyes and standing up to go chase after him.

What happens next is something you wouldn’t have been able to see if you had blinked. Someone– no, something, grabs a hold of the horse's head, dragging the animal to the floor and taking Sunghoon with him. In a matter of three seconds, the horse is gone and Sunghoon is on the ground, Jake standing over him and cupping his face.

Heeseung’s body moves before he even processes it, his feet running quickly and he can hear the footsteps of others behind him, “Sunghoon!” Heeseung calls, squatting down and checking over the man. “Are you good?”

The man below him groans in agony, slowly turning onto his back, showing everyone the gash right across his features. His porcelain features and pale skin is ruined with blood trickling down the sides of his face, bleeding into his hairline.

“Shit.” Heeseung whispers, looking over his shoulder at the other men. “Get some bandages. Go!” He looks forward again, seeing Jake holding the man’s head into his lap, brushing his hair out of his face and whispering affirmations and reassurances.

Heeseung stands, grabbing the hilt of his sword, looking around to find what mystery took his horse and slashes his guard's face, eyes only being met with darkness and the rubble of houses. His breathing quickens and he doesn’t remember much else that happens that night.

The night is fueled with exhaustion, the translation being long forgotten by everyone else except Jungwon, who distracts himself from the situation with it, an underlying guilt setting in his stomach. Jake stays seated throughout the night, keeping watch over Sunghoon and keeping the injured head in his lap, playing with his hair and soothing him when the pain starts to become unbearable.

Jay stays beside the youngest, having them sleep on either side of him in case the wretched creature comes back. Heeseung… Heeseung paces in circles around the camp, around the city. Watching as the moon hits the chapel’s stained glass windows, the symbol of harmony lighting up when it hits just right. His thoughts linger on every little thing, his wife, his kingdom, the light kingdom, the creature that just appeared and the way that the fire flickers lower and lower, straining Jungwon’s gaze.

It takes them two more days before Jake decides they can leave, too worried about Sunghoon’s safety. Since they’re missing a horse, Sunghoon sits on the back of Sunoo’s horse, much to Jake's dismay, and they set out again, the same cycle of no rest and constant travelling happening once more until they reach the border.

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