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Prince of Nothing II

~ Part Two of Five ~

Release Date: May 6,2020 @ 8 pm

Word Count: 7,683

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything except for you…

Jeon Jungkook was the prince of everything: heaven, hell, and everything in between. His family was an enigma who came to power under mysterious circumstances and had managed to retain hold over the kingdom for centuries - even if no one knew how. There was one thing that Jungkook wanted though, something that could never be his: you. A nobody. A girl with no title. No land. Just money and a pure soul to your name. Jeon Jungkook would’ve never spared a look your way, had that incident not occurred. Now you find yourself the target of his affection and the most hated woman in all the land. Which will kill you first?

Trigger Warning: The following story contains mentions of manipulation, abuse, and vivid, as well as implied, descriptions of abusive acts. The behavior and mindset of the characters in this will be incredibly yandere and toxic. This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent the character of bangtan sonyeondan. Enjoy ~~~

Jeon Jungkook’s study looked like something out of a movie: its Victorian architecture, all black interior, the bar by the side and even the tall glass paned windows behind him made him resemble a villain and not a prince. Jungkook wasn’t too particular about titles however. Currently the prince was supposed to be supervising the kingdom, approving new legislature, and signing a new bill which would only benefit the nobles more though it’d give the appearance of helping the poor. Speaking of the poor. Jungkook couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, as the conversation he’d held the night before replayed in his head. YN was certainly an interesting person, not quite like anyone he’d ever met before. Considering her lineage Jungkook had never actually met anyone like her before.

Discarding the paperwork, Jungkook reached into his breast pocket and pulled out the necklace that once adorned the village girl’s neck. It shined in the early morning light, Jungkook should return it to her the next time they saw each other but the necklace was a weapon now. Another pawn in Jungkook’s lifelong chess game and he’d be willing to sacrifice an object that meant a lot to her, if it meant bringing them closer.

Knuckles rasp against the wooden doors, Jungkook mumbles giving the person on the other side permission to enter. Kim Baekhyung was a member of the prince’s personal guard, becoming so when he’d pledged loyalty to Jungkook and no one else. Which allowed him the freedom of strolling into the prince’s private office like a guest rather than a palace employee. Baekhyun briefly glanced at the necklace before bowing slightly, “The king has requested your presence, your highness.” Jungkook cocked a brow at Baekhyun’s mannerisms, it wasn’t until the latter nudged his head slightly towards the door that the prince grasped it.

New guards had been placed outside his door instead of the ones he was accustomed to. It seems his father was getting more paranoid every day. Good, that only worked to Jungkook’s favor. “Let us go then, best not to keep his majesty waiting for long.”

King Jeon the II was a man of stoic nature and few words, at least that is what the public believed. The son of Jeon the I who inherited his father’s throne had aged significantly in the past few years. Wrinkles and harsh lines chiseled into his features as if done by a sculpture, he was not an unattractive man simply one past his prime. Jungkook had been told time and time again he resembled his father when younger, though he knew that was only because the late Queen was not to be spoken of. Were he a decent man Jungkook would try to steer clear of the subject of his mother to avoid adding salt to old wounds, but there was no affection between the two. Jungkook was to be king not because he deserved the title, though the younger might argue he did, but because of nepotism.

Not to mention after three centuries of Jeon rule, it’d be pointless to stop now. Still there was one thing Jungkook had always desired from his father, something he desired even now as he looked at his father with nothing but pure apathy: his respect.

Jeon looked down at his son, mouth turned downward into a scowl which only accentuated his frown lines more. “I heard of the spectacle you orchestrated this morning. Conspiring against the crown and attacking a member of the court, is it?” The glare Jeon directed towards his son was likely meant to intimidate his son, but all it caused was a grin to break out on Jungkook’s face. “Did you enjoy it father?” Jeon only sneered in response, “The court and the gallows aren’t your playground, Jungkook. If you’re bored find entertainment elsewhere, but refrain from cutting people’s heads off or I’ll have to cut yours!” The anger had caused the tendon’s on the side of his father’s neck to stick out, indicating how infuriated the king truly was. Well then.

Being the sly man that he is Jungkook let his lips fall into a pout and batted his eyes; his mother’s eyes. Once Jeon gazed upon them a bit of tension left his shoulders and Jungkook knew he had him in the bag. “But daddy, I was merely getting rid of our enemies. Protecting the land as you taught me to.” His voice was perhaps too whiny, but it reminded Jeon of a time when Jungkook had been younger - less of a threat. Nothing but a small child crying over his mother. It seems his old age was catching up to him, for Jeon took the bait his son had laid out for him.

“Enemies?”

“The last of the Kim’s. A direct descendent too, not like that bastard that lies beyond the borders.” Jungkook saw the doubt creep into his father’s eyes, and knew his words weren’t enough. Jungkook fished the necklace out of his pocket, allowing the ornament to gleam in the light. For a second, and only a second, Jungkook swore he saw fear flash in his father’s eyes but it was gone instantly. Replaced with the mask of the cruel heartless ruler the kingdom knew. Jeon cleared his throat, “The Kim’s haven’t been a threat for over a hundred years. They hold no power, they’re merely has beens that cling onto hope.”

“Hope can be a powerful thing. Our ancestors once hoped they would rule the kingdom and look at us now.”

Jungkook smirked at his father’s silence, but his lips quickly turned downward at the king’s next words. “What of the girl?”

“What girl?”

“Don’t play the fool with me boy! Is she not a Kim too?! Is she not a threat?!”

“She’s adopted.”

“Was the necklace not on her neck?”

A laugh tore through the prince, “If you’re that worried I’ll kill her too. Order the guards to burn down her house, drag her out, and have a little fun with her before she dies. Is that what you want?” Jeon’s coal black eyes pierced into his son’s, as if trying to look into Jungkook’s soul. The king was relieved when he found no such thing. Finally the king relents, “It may draw too much attention to execute them both. Let us not give the people a martyr to rally behind.” The prince nodded before excusing himself, his father’s final words replaying in his head.

“Make sure to keep her close, she may yet be of use to us.”

Jungkook smirked, making his way down the stairs to play with his new toy.

“Have you heard?”

“There’s a lot of things I hear darling, you ought to be more specific.” Namjoon rolled his eyes, stretching over to lightly hit Seokjin’s naked torso. Seokjin ignored his indiscretion and focused on the softness of the bed beneath them. “A young boy was just executed for conspiring against the crown.” Beside him Seokjin sighed, feeling a heavy weight on his chest. He turned to meet Namjoon’s worried gape. Another casualty. Another fighter they’ve lost. Another thing lost to the Jeon’s.

“Did we lose another one?” Seokjin already knew the answer to the question, but every time he’d hope for a different answer.

“He wasn’t one of us.”

Now that did peak his interest, but from the excitement present on Namjoon’s face it seemed the man was reading too much into it. “Darling, if anyone so much as looks at a Jeon the wrong way they’re accused of conspiring against the crown.” His words had little effect though and even Seokjin couldn’t deny the hope that spread through his body of what this could mean for the movement. Still a leader must always remain neutral in the face of change, so that is what Seokjin did. Even when his lover asked if he should investigate, “Do as you want, but don’t stir the pot. I don’t need crazy old Jeon sending his guards to attack again.” They wouldn’t survive another strike.

As the conversation died, Seokjin placed a small kiss on Namjoon’s shoulder before winking. “Now what were we doing?”

Soojin hated tea. Despised it’s bitterness and how bland it tasted to her, it dulled her senses. Nonetheless she drank it with a smile on her face, one she could do in her sleep. Princesses always smile and Soojin had always known she’d be a princess so it was part of her duty to behave as one. It didn’t matter that smiling so much felt unnatural and would only lead to premature wrinkles, which she would then be ridiculed for. Though she would be callous if she didn’t smile either. Her mother rambled on and on about gossip she’d heard from her friends and would often take breaks in between to criticize how much Soojin had ‘let herself go.’ Visiting her mother was always a pleasant experience.

The teacup was now empty and Lady Seo had taken it upon herself to refill it once more without asking her daughter. Soojin knew what this meeting was about, the same thing all their meetings had been about since Soojin had gone to live with the Jeon’s. “Mother.” Lady Seo looked up at her daughter’s face, “Let us not beat around the bush any longer.” At this the woman scoffed, “I see your manners have faltered since living in the palace. Tell me is that any way to talk to your mother?” No, but it is how I talk to a nuisance. Soojin smiled, eyes becoming small crescents.

“Mother dear, why have you invited me over, so abruptly as well? Is something the matter?”

Lady Seo set down her cup, the small ‘clink’ it made when it touched the saucer let Soojin know the small talk had ended. “Has a date been set for the wedding?” Soojin leaned back against the chair, disbelief on her face. From the second, Soojin had come out of her womb she’d been a means to an end. Something for which to obtain power, what greater power was there than marrying a Jeon. From the sharp look Lady Seo sent her, Soojin straightened right away. Not wanting to upset her mother further than this conversation probably would.

“The king has been ill as of late. The wedding is postponed until he is in better health.” That is the excuse she had been feeding those around her for the past couple of months, in order to keep the sharks at bay. Truthfully Jungkook was in no rush to get married and one could never force a Jeon’s hand. Her mother, as always, saw through her lies. “You’re losing the prince’s favor.” Soojin hissed, “Jungkook and I have been engaged since we were children.”

“And yet never have the Jeon’s made a move to fulfill their promise.”

At this there was silence, Soojin cast a glance towards the gardens, viewing the vast array of colors that spread through it. The harvest had been good and the incoming summer would only bring more goods with which to feed the kingdom with. Lady Seo reached out and captured Soojin’s hand, “Child,” the tone was affirmative yet still soothing somehow, “Alliances are like crops: one can plant the seed, water it, care for it, do everything right and even then they might not bloom.” Soojin knew exactly where this was headed, she rolled her eyes leaning over the table to make sure her mother paid attention to her words.

“The Jeons won’t break their promise. They are loyal to us and won’t do anything that’ll threaten the peace of the kingdom.”

“The Jeons are only loyal to themselves! They do not care if this marriage brings peace because they prosper in war. Lest you forget how they rose to power.”

Soojin recoiled pulling her hand out of her mother’s grasp. She knew very well what kind of family she was marrying into, but she couldn’t care less. Their reputation preceded them and Soojin had never once laid witness to the cruelty the Jeon’s supposedly inflicted. Truthfully she’d never done anything to elicit it. Only fools would try a royal’s hand and from what Jungkook had told her, along with what she’d grown up reading, the Kim’s were no better when they were in power. Seeing that her daughter wouldn’t be swayed on her position, Lady Seo switched topics.

“Have you bed?”

“No, of course not. You ought to know better.”

Lady Seo smirked, “So that means he is seeking pleasure from other women.”

“There are no other women in Jungkook’s life, mother.”

“What about that woman?”

Soojin paused, feeling words die in her mouth; She’d lived her entire life paranoid, but said woman had yet to show. She was beginning to believe it had been nothing but a silly story meant to frighten her. “Jungkook has no interest in other women, none but me.” Her mother once again picked up the tea cup bringing it towards her lips, “Let us hope that is true.”

“YN!YN!” Her brother looks around panicked, begging for mercy as he is placed on the false bottom and the noose is placed around his neck. It is then that their eyes finally meet, Hyunshik staring straight into YN’s eyes, his mouth moving gently as he stares at her with nothing but affection. ‘I love you.’ He mouths. The lever is pulled. Hyunshik's body drops, the sudden force causing the noose to tighten and his neck to snap under the pressure.

YN thinks it might’ve been better if he’d been led away that way she wouldn’t have to see her brother’s dead eyes piercing into her soul. As if begging her to save him. To help him. YN could hear the silent pleading wails that left his lips, wrapping around her, bouncing around her. Like a broken record that played in her head - threatening to drive her insane. The screams rang on and on and on, until YN felt her consciousness slipping.

YN awoke on the bed with Morte wrapped around her leg. The giant mamba’s head resting on the inner part of your ankle, not allowing much movement. YN glanced around the room, gathering that she was back in the same room Jinyoung had escorted her to the previous night. There was dull throbbing from the back of her head, presumably from hitting it. Tentatively she stood up trying not to move too rapidly in an effort not to frighten the serpent lest she want another bite. Thankfully Morte uncoils himself and slithers beneath the bed sheets seeking warmth. YN quickly stands up and races towards the door, fiddling the knob only to find it locked, the only other escape was the balcony which was also locked. She pounded harshly against the glass as if the sheer force would cause it to shatter and allow her an escape.

YN didn’t know how much time had passed, the world outside standing still as the walls began to close around her. All at once it hit her: she was trapped. YN legs gave out and she crumbled to the floor a long wail exiting her as sobs wracked through her body. The last time she had cried this much was when her parents had died, at the time Hyunshik had been there to comfort her. Her brother had held her tight, his own eyes red with unshed tears as he swore to always protect her - to always remain by her side - now he was gone. It was all her fault. All her doing. No...it was all Jungkook’s doing. YN peered up from the floor, all the anguish suddenly replaced with rage. Jeon Jungkook, the crown prince, had killed her brother and all because he was bored.

YN didn’t understand why she was still alive or even in the castle. One would assume once the tyrant prince was done with his little game, he would simply toss her aside. However, for one reason or another he had kept her around. Be it boredom or simply to torment her even more, it seems Jungkook had found himself a new toy. A brief image of last night flashed before her eyes and YN now remembered his words, how vague he’d been when he promised to save her brother. “From imprisonment?” Jungkook had planned it all along. From the corner of her eye, YN could see the snake move underneath the bedding. It moved inconspicuously, had she not been paying attention she would've missed it and YN was certain that in poorer lighting the creature couldn’t be seen at all. A plan hatched in her head.

It was once the sun began to set that YN heard sounds beyond the door before the doorknob turned. Soon entered a lean girl with sharp symmetrical features who appeared almost doll-like in nature. She held a large gift box in her arms, which she hugged tightly when she bowed. Her orange hair falling like a curtain across her features, “Hello Mistress, my name is Sana. I’ve been assigned to be your personal maid as of today.” YN’s eyes widened with confusion, “I’m sorry I think there has been some mistake. Please stand up.” Sana’s back straightened once she was given permission. “You are YN, right? I’ve been assigned by the prince, it is my duty to serve you as well as help you adjust to life in court.” A million thoughts ran through YN’s head that she couldn’t understand. There was a game being played here, yet she didn’t understand the rules - much less what she ought to do.

Sana quickly moved to set the box down on the bed before YN grasped her arm, “Don’t! Morte is there.” Sana stilled in fear, her pink skin suddenly turning a pale white. “T-the prince’s pet?” YN nodded, the look on Sana’s face led her to believe there was reason to fear the viper - for more than simply a bite. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Sana quickly shook her head, adjusting a bright smile back onto her face. “No worries Mistress. I was simply unprepared, usually the animal does not stray far from the Prince’s side. There was a hidden meaning in those words, but YN didn’t understand enough.

“Please just call me YN.”

“I’m afraid I can’t. It would be seen as disrespectful...I would get in trouble for it.”

“But I am no one of value.”

“Are you not the Prince’s mistress?”

YN felt her heart skip a beat as the words rang in her ears, “What?” Surely, she misheard or Sana was mistaken. It couldn’t possibly be true.

“I was informed that I was to be your personal maid, as you are the Prince’s mistress. He has declared you as such.” It appears Jeon Jungkook was much crueler than YN could ever conceive.

YN didn’t speak much for the rest of the day, only answering Sana when she asked whether she preferred the scent of violets or roses in her bath, she’d responded with ‘whichever you think smells the nicest’ and when Sana had asked if she’d like her long hair to be braided. A small smile had been her response. YN found she was mostly numb to it all, her mind working rapidly to try and understand the chaos occurring around her whilst her body seemed to function in an automatic state. Only reacting when Sana finally opened the gift box and pulled out a lavish gown, “The Prince wishes to see you tonight. I was asked to get you ready.” Those were the words to ground her.

“Where?”

“In his room of course.” The quick side eye Sana gave her, let YN know that though she’d been polite there was still judgement for the supposed relationship Jungkook had led everyone to believe they had. YN rested against the bed, “Sana I am feeling unwell, is there anyway I could reschedule said meeting.”

“I’m afraid the prince is not someone to be challenged, Mistress.”

“Hm,” YN pretended to ponder for a second. “What if the prince were to see me here?” Sana seemed to think of this, but she also understood what was being asked of her. Their eyes met, silent words were exchanged between the two women.

“I don’t see why I can’t ask.” YN smiled inwardly in victory.

Another meal had been assembled: servants trickling in and assembling the table, chairs, and tableware. It didn’t go unmissed by YN that all of them were female - of varying ages - but female nonetheless. Slowly they all exited the room, but not before bowing and sending harsh glares her way. Sana lingered enough to keep her company and serve her champagne, but eventually she too excused herself and stated it was too late. Leaving YN alone with her thoughts, wondering whether what she was about to do next was the right thing or whether it would only invoke further peril in her life. It’s worth the risk. YN had nothing left to lose after all, or so she thought.

Goosebumps rose steadily across her arms, the air around her shifting as the temperature dropped. A breath of warm air brushed her ear, “You called?” YN whips around in her seat to see Jeon Jungkook standing behind her. His passing gaze was predatory, lustful, she had been wrong about being a toy - she was prey. The grip YN held on the champagne flute tightened immensely as she willed herself to calm down, lest the plan be ruined. Jungkook quirked an eyebrow awaiting her response.

“Good evening. I hope it’s not a bother.” from the expression on his face those were not the first words he expected to come out of her mouth. “I’d like to thank you...for saving my brother.” Jungkook’s eyes became hooded with contempt. The Prince had been expecting more theatrics: crying, screaming, sobbing, the promise of vengeance and death upon him. Yet YN looked at him calmly and drank the Clicquot as if she didn’t have a care in the world. As if they were old friends meeting for dinner, companions, but he knew better. Behind the facade there was fire raging inside her eyes.

“Were you not present at the trial?”

“I thought it would be imprudent to leave. I am your guest and you did not dismiss me.”

“You trust me so that you would remain in the palace?”

“You gave me your word...you swore on the lives of everyone in the kingdom. Why would you lie?”

For what may have been the first time in his life the Prince was at a loss for words. He stood frozen on the spot, heart racing as several thoughts ran through his head. Tentatively, YN reached forward to touch him. “Are you alright?” Jungkook gripped her hand in midair, it’s hold was iron-clad. Unbreakable. A smile forced himself onto the Prince’s face, YN had to admit to herself it was beautiful. The eighth wonder of the world. Jungkook turned her hand over, bringing it up to his lips and brushing his lips over her knuckles. “Your brother is on his way back home. I’ll allow you to return to him tomorrow.”

A grin broke out over YN’s face, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thank you, well let’s eat then.” She readjusted herself and her free hand gripped a piece of tableware.

Jungkook hummed in displeasure, “I’m not that hungry.” Though his eyes stated the opposite. YN’s eyes trailed up to meet his, she was surprised by the emptiness that stared back at her. He truly has no soul. Before Jungkook could pierce into hers and figure out her plan YN spoke, “Then I’d like to demonstrate my gratitude.” Taking advantage that Jungkook had yet to release her other hand, YN used that to guide him towards the bed. She leaned in closer and closer, until there were mere centimeters separating them from each other then she grabbed him and pushed him onto the bed - straddling him to ensure he didn’t leave.

Jungkook chuckled, eyes alight with amusement. “How do you plan to repay me?” At the sudden movement, something shifted under the sheets. YN allowed her lips to brush his drawing all his attention as she lightly shoved him again so that he lay on the bed. “Like this.” Suddenly from underneath the sheets Morte darted out, fangs poised but instead of sinking his teeth into Jungkook the viper wrapped himself tightly around his master’s arm. Jungkook laughed maniacally, “That’s it? That was your big plan? To kill me with my own pet?!” In the midst of his mocking, the Prince had left his guard down and YN took the advantage to sheath the tableware she’d grabbed from the table - plunging the knife into his heart.

There was a tense silence before Jungkook finally glanced down at the knife and then his eyes met hers. Dark matter swirled around the chocolate orbs as his pupils dilated until they consumed the entirety of his eye. Jungkook raised his hand and with the flick of a wrist sent YN flying backwards until she crashed against the wall, as if she were nothing but a rag doll. Jungkook looked down at the knife once more, before chuckling. “I must say YN, you’ve exceeded my expectations.” YN dropped to the ground, the force causing the wind to be knocked out of her. “Truly you are one of a kind, I might just have to keep you. You’re as special as they come, darling.” YN barely managed to pick herself off the floor as she heard the sound of footsteps heading towards her.

YN looked up to see Jungkook standing above her, the Prince smiling down at her as if nothing was wrong. Knife still wedged in his torso. Ever so gently Jungkook gripped the handle of the steak knife and pulled on it, the second the last of the bloodied metal exited his body the serpent coiled around his arm dropped dead. Dread spread throughout YN’s body at what she had just witnessed. Growing up she heard stories about the Jeons’ rise to power: some say it was a coup, others say they’d been handed the throne when the previous monarch proved unable to govern, but truth is stranger than fiction. The truth of the matter is that the Jeon’s showed up outside the Palace gates one clear eve and by dawn they’d seized control of the most powerful kingdom on Earth.

Fear raked through her body as Jungkook crouched down, the only evidence of the stabbing being the torn clothing. The dilated pupil served as a mirror and in it YN saw her horrified expression. The Prince reached out and gently caressed her cheek, “Tell me YN, are you the fool or the fooler?” A sadistic smirk was stretched across his features, as Jungkook drank her figure in. “The fool.” YN whispered shakily.

A small ‘tsk’ left his lips before he shook his head, “No, you are neither.” There was something in the air, both of them could feel it though they would each interpret it differently. However, there was one thing they could both agree on: this was the beginning of the end.

“What am I then?”

“My Queen.”

Upon Soojin’s return to the palace she could immediately tell something was different. She felt as if she was being watched, though that was often the case as she was the prince’s fiance, things felt different now. Whispers and giggles seemed to surround her the second she stepped back in, as if there was some inside joke she was not privy to. Still Soojin had spent her entire life at court and knew that they were no better than a pack of wolves ready to attack at a moment’s notice. Instead of paying mind, Seo Soojin simply held her head up high and tried to ignore the unsettling feeling that was bubbling under her skin. It wasn’t until lunch time rolled around, that she found it could be ignored no longer.

Jungkook was nowhere to be found and no members of the court had approached her to have tea or join her for lunch as they usually did. Soojin never accepted, but it was the action that mattered. She never rejected out of a place of malice, truthfully she longed for company, but the people here were not her friends. They sought to benefit themselves and gave no care about who or what they had to sacrifice, the bad thing was they hid said intentions behind sugary smiles and bitter compliments. At least the Jeons were honest about their intentions, no one could ever accuse them of dishonesty for they had no reason to lie. It is what comes with power.

Soojin longed for that power, if only for the comfort it provided, no one ever went against a prince or a king. No one ever talked badly about a princess. Of course, the title was still placed on her but it was not hers to claim. Soojin was not a princess by blood, but through marriage and that made all the difference in the world. The throne and the crown would not belong to her, until she bore an heir. Only then would she be a queen. Only then would she be a Jeon.

“What is all the gossiping about?”

Her attention was focused on the maid currently serving her drink, the girl was young and clumsy in appearance. “I’m sorry, princess. What do you mean?” Soojin rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Why is everyone acting so strange? Has something happened while I was gone?” The girl looked to the side sheepishly, “Well you see…” Was it the king? Had he finally gotten better? Maybe the date had been decided? Maybe Jungkook had finally convinced his father or forgoed him all together? All the intense training and torture Soojin had undergone would finally pay off, she’d be a Jeon and no one would ever harm her again. That stupid witch was a liar, she got what she deserved. For the first time in years, hope filled Soojin - only to be crushed shortly afterwards.

“The Prince has taken a mistress, they intend to wed.”

It should be noted Soojin didn’t even remember hitting the girl, only felt the stinging of her hand later on. She did not recall calling for the guards and demanding she be imprisoned for lying to her. Soojin did not recall much of what happened in the next few moments because she was not truly present, her mind had travelled back to when she was thirteen years old and the engagement was announced. To the time her best friend was killed for daring to touch what belonged to a Jeon.

It was all in vain.

“Princess Soojin is here to see you, your highness.” Baekhyung bowed deeply, Jungkook nodded before turning back to the Royal Zookeeper. Jungkook studied the various animals in their enclosures taking his time to weigh the benefits of each. Soojin stepped into the Palace’s greenhouse, her heels clicking on the glass floor. She sent a quick look of acknowledgment to the zookeeper before focusing on Jungkook, who seemed completely enthralled in the animals. “Jungkook if I could please speak with you a moment.” Jungkook gave a quick nod, but besides that kept glancing at the different terrariums. Soojin cleared her throat, causing the zookeeper to excuse himself.

“No, stay,” Jungkook spoke clearly. He pointed at one of the animals, “I’d like to look at that one.” The zookeeper had no choice, but to remain. He extracted the animal gently and showed it to the Prince whose eyes gleamed with wonder.

Soojin would never understand Jungkook’s fascination with snakes but figured it had something to do with them being a part of the family's sigil. “I’ve heard discerning rumors being spread by the staff. They would cause quite a commotion if they reached the court so I put a stop to them.” Seeing as the Prince was paying her no mind, and there was a crowd, Soojin went to walk away settling on leaving the matter for when they were in private. Jungkook had other ideas.

“What is the rumor?” His voice was apathetic as he allowed the serpent to coil around his arm and travel, the zookeeper’s eyes widened at the courage the prince displayed. It was truly a lack of fear that he possessed.

“What?” Soojin’s voice wavered ever so slightly, but she knew it would not go unnoticed.

“I assume it must be grave. Why else would you seek me out and waste my time with such nuisances.” Jungkook finally turned to look at Soojin, his eyes were devoid of emotion and his tone hinted at annoyance. For as long as she could remember Jungkook had always been polite, there was never any sincerity in it but he would never be cold towards her. Soojin would’ve preferred if he screamed at her, told her she was a waste of space. That she could deal with. That she was used to. The look in Jungkook’s eyes right now made her want to scream, it was...indifferent. As if she meant absolutely nothing to him.

“Jungkook -”

“So what is it?”

Soojin schooled herself before allowing her sharp tongue to move, “They say you’ve taken a mistress. Can you believe that?” Her words were laced with poison, but Seo Soojin had spent so long wanting to become a Jeon that she forgot she was a lion and not a snake.

Jungkook smirked, “News travels fast, huh?” His words sunk into her skin like poison, draining the color from her face. “You can’t be serious.”

The prince rolled his eyes, “Soojin in all the years that you’ve known me, have I ever cracked a joke?” He didn’t wait for her answer. Jungkook focused his attention back on the zookeeper whose shock at what he’d just witnessed had left him paler than the reptile in Jungkook’s hand. “I’ll take him. I’ll take the mamba too, unfortunately, my old one was too weak.” The zookeeper rushed to take out the black mamba and held it out to the prince.

“This one is as strong as they come, though I must warn you these two types don’t typically mix.”

��“That’s not a problem. They’ll either learn to coexist or kill each other, either is fine with me.”

YN had been locked inside for three days. Food had been brought to her by staff, all female of course, and Sana was only allowed to visit a few times a day. It was more to ensure she didn’t attempt anything than to actually keep her company. This was her punishment for attempting to murder the crown prince - truthfully she should be on her way to the guillotine if not dead already - but Jungkook had merely sealed her in the unfamiliar room with the promise to return once her punishment was over. YN feared that moment more than death itself. Unfortunately, as fate seemed to enjoy torturing her that moment came all too soon. The bedroom doors opened and in strolled Jungkook with a smile on his face.

“I’ve brought you a present.”

YN had never been a cowardly person, but after having witnessed what could only be described as otherworldly she lived in fear of Jungkook. The funny thing about fear is that it can coexist with hate; the two flames feeding with and off each other constantly. YN was curled on one of the couches, her position fetal-like as she watched with trepidation as Jungkook drew nearer. Slowly the Prince dug into his pocket, YN felt her survival instinct kick in as she prepared to fight, until he pulled a small snake out. He held his hand out and placed the white ball python on top of her knees.

“This is Vito. I got him for you as a gift.” The snake’s small red eyes pierced into YN’s, she held her hand out and the snake slithered into it. Settling on her palm and enjoying its warmth. Jungkook merely observed the interaction, “I got you a constrictor seeing as you’re more of a first-degree murder type than a second or third.” He seemed to find his joke funny, but YN simply glared at him.

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long will you trap me in this fucking room?! I played your game. I lost. You won. Aren’t you satisfied? Isn’t it enough?” YN rambled, voice broken and desperate. Jungkook shrugged, “No. The real game has yet to begin.” YN reached out to grab onto Jungkook, but froze when Vito wrapped tightly around her hand squeezing painfully hard. She winced in pain, unable to help herself. “Better be careful.” Jungkook grabbed the snake and uncoiled it, letting it rest on the couch beside her. “Snakes are dangerous creatures. Such a dichotomous being, yet they won’t attack unless provoked.” His eyes met hers, it was a warning.

“You don’t scare me Jeon Jungkook.”

“Oh, I know darling. That’s why I’m intrigued by you.” He sent her a sly wink before, walking away towards the door. At the last second, as if he suddenly remembered something, Jungkook turned around. “Next week.” He muttered simply.

“Next week?”

He gave a knowing smile, “Next week is when you’ll be allowed to leave. It is your twenty-first birthday and you’ll finally be of age.” YN knew exactly what those words meant. Child marriage laws were strictly enforced in the Kingdom and those of lower class were not allowed to wed until they reached maturity. The words tumbled out her mouth before YN could even process what she was saying, “You’re engaged. You have a queen already.” Jungkook simply smiled, “Lady Soojin will be queen, she will sit upon the throne and wear the crown jewels upon her head. But she will not be my queen.” Just like that Jungkook had promised his fiance’s death in little words. YN felt Vito travel up her hand and perch itself on her neck resting comfortably, how YN wished the reptile would tighten around the muscles until nothing remained. That was the only way she would truly escape.

“A Kim?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow as the informant looked around paranoid. They were in a less reputable area of downtown. Far enough away from the shopping district that the tourists, bright lights, and law enforcement wouldn’t patrol. Yet not so far, that Namjoon’s attire would make him stand out.

“That’s what I said. The boy was a Kim, as is his sister.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, feeling he’d wasted a trip for no reason. “There are plenty of Kim's, it is not an uncommon name.” It was not uncommon for many to marry or change their surnames to befit that of the ruling class and the Kim’s had ruled for several dynasties before their fall. The informant groaned exasperatedly, “I swear to you. They were no ordinary Kim’s - the Prince himself asked they be investigated.” Now there was something for him to work with, barely anything truly, but still.

“Keep an eye for anything that happens which happens in court.”

“Well you're in luck because a ton is about to happen.”

“Why is that?”

“Prince Jeon has found himself a mistress.”

“Why should I care about this?” Namjoon sighed, desperate to return back to the compound and back into Seokjin’s arms. “She’s the sister of the man that was executed.” Ah, now that’s something.

The night could not come quickly enough for YN, she was certain if she stayed locked within the four walls any longer she’d lose her sanity. The moon shined high in the sky, it being the only source of light in the darkroom. It comforted her in a way she did not understand, she needed that these days. Once Jungkook left she found Vito wasn’t all that bad, he was in a state of heightened tension around Jungkook but had relaxed when danger was no longer present. In fact, he was quite playful in nature. YN would drop dead before ever thanking Jeon Jungkook for anything, but at least she was no longer alone.

YN lay on her bed simply letting her eyes find patterns in the roof’s texture much like she did when she was a child. It was barely above a whisper, but in the dead silence, YN could hear the fiddling of the locks. Vito who’d been resting on her bosom raised suddenly, fangs pursed as a hiss exited his mouth. The door opened and it was the person YN least expected to see. The person stood at the doorway, looking at YN with what could only be described as pure hatred in her eyes.

“I should’ve known better,” Soojin’s mouth was etched downward into a frown. The hands at her side tightened to fists, “Haven’t they ever taught you not to bite the hand that feeds you?!”

YN stood up, “You’re misunderstanding. Jungkook -”

Soojin laughed sardonically, “Look how comfortable you’ve gotten, even referring to the Crown Prince by name.”

It dawned on YN then that no amount of explaining would make Soojin understand. She knew what it looked like: that she’d seduced the prince even when all the signs pointed elsewhere. No one ever wanted the truth - they wanted a story. What’s the better story? The one where a prince becomes fixated on a commoner and kills her brother just to keep her active. Or the one where a commoner, sister to a criminal, seduces the Prince all in a bid for power. She knew which one Soojin believed.

“If you can convince the prince to allow me to leave you’ll never see me again.”

Soojin finally stepped past the threshold, her steps carefully calculated. “The Prince does whatever he wishes, always been that way, the rest of us simply have to fall in line.” Her tone had become calm, barely above a whisper. YN’s senses heightened and she reached out towards Vito allowing the snake to wrap around her forearm and travel up her body. Soojin’s arms had now gone behind her back as she neared the bed. Her blood-red lips parted, “I heard about you long ago.” Her words caused YN’s eyebrows to raise. What game is she playing? A melancholic smile now graced the princess’s features. “They told you’d come and steal everything from me.”

Soojin was only a few feet away when Vito had settled himself onto YN’s throat, seemingly resting though she could tell the serpent was paying attention. Though Soojin was too distracted by her story to notice him. “Come to steal my life, my heart, my crown. I thought it was the ramblings of an old witch trying to scare me away, but she swore that the lion and mamba could never become intertwined.”

YN knew what she was planning, a voice whispered in her mind that Soojin was far too still. Far too calm. As a lion tended to be right before it pounced. “The witch told me that only a flower can hope to control a viper. For only a flower can bloom again in the face of adversity.” Now she was standing right in front of YN, her body rigid with nerves. Perhaps YN should’ve put up a struggle, called for help, but all the fight had left her. YN knew her fate was sealed the second Soojin asked her the question: “What is your surname?”

“Kim.”

The second the word left her mouth Soojin brandished a dagger, though perhaps she was too slow in digging it into YN’s body. Before it could pierce her skin Vito had jumped from around her neck and curled himself around Soojin’s. The serpent quickly constricted around the muscle until Soojin dropped the knife and fell to the floor. YN moved quickly to get him off her, but Vito refused, choking Soojin more every second that passed.

“Guards! Guards! Someone help!” Vito was not large, barely matured, but he possessed such strength that YN found it difficult to tug him off the princess. Soojin’s face had long gotten red, purple, and now was beginning to pale. Let her die. Something whispered inside her and YN was shocked that anyone could ever suggest such a thing. “No!” She screamed out, trying to pull Vito off her. A flash of what happened with Jungkook and Morte flashed inside her mind, YN hastily looked around for the dagger finding it had fallen beneath the bed. She lunged for it and turned the metal on herself, leaving a long bleeding scratch on her arm. Vito hissed before unraveling and YN could see the serpent was now bleeding.

Vito lunged towards YN, but instead of attacking her merely twisted himself on her uninjured arm. YN dropped the dagger and reached toward Soojin trying to carry her, before running out the door with Soojin’s unconscious body resting on her. It wasn’t long until she stumbled upon a maid who YN yelled to for help, the maid rushing to call the guards and have them help the princess. Panicked screams rang out through the hall as a guard finally took Soojin off YN’s arms and carried her towards the infirmary.

YN stood still in the now empty corridor, she felt the temperature drop and goosebumps rise on her body. In an effort to comfort herself, she grasped onto her injured arm prepared for the stinging of the open wound but was surprised when there was none. She cast her eyes downward to see there no longer was any blood nor any indication of an injury. YN peeked at Vito to see that his eyes were closed, though the slight twitch of his body indicated he was still alive. What caught her attention though was the thin white scar that now adored his scales. Before she could begin to assemble the pieces, voices echoed throughout the hall. Realizing that this was her only opportunity YN did what any sensible person would do in that moment - she ran.

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