~~PRINCE JIUN'S POV~~

"Are you sure you haven't heard any word from our daughter?" Mrs. Kim asks with a quivering jaw, clearly worried sick for her precious Sanghee.

"Absolutely nothing," I smirk down at her, enjoying watching someone suffer for Sanghee's bad decision. She could have said yes.

   As of now, I wish all the very worst upon her. It is true, I never actually loved her. But no one can compare to her beauty. Love is such a waste of time. At least you get something out of lust. Love is really just fake, if you think about it. 

(a/n- that's not true, btw. Just showing his perspective😂)

    "She's probably dead," I say without a hint of remorse, "Or married to a vicious criminal."

"Why—why was the law implanted?" she stammers, avoiding eye contact.

     I let out a long sigh. Why don't I tell her? It's not like she'll tell anyone.

"Can you keep a secret Mrs. Kim?" I say in a husky voice.

"Y-yes."

"Partially because of me. My father knew how desperate I was for you're daughter. He also wanted to increase the population since its substantially decreased, affecting our economy because of the rule he placed ten years ago. The one that stated each family was only allowed one child. My father is an idiot. We all know I should be king."

"You're majesty," she gasps, "His royal—,"

"He ordered the same rule in Changu as well... so poor Sanghee ended up with someone far worse than me..."

"She's such an imbecile!!" Mrs. Kim cries out, "Oh, Prince Jiun, can't we get her back?"

"No, we cannot," I grunt, "It's merely hellish chaos sending soldiers in there, let alone looking for someone in particular. The residents won't tolerate us anymore. It's too dangerous."

"Doesn't—August D—is he still alive..?"

    I halt at the mention of that horrid name. No one has spoken of him in my presence in ages.

"He is," I snarl bitterly, recalling the past.

   If only I could have changed the past... I would have tortured him before sending that bastard to Changu. I know for a fact he isn't dead. Nothing can kill him...

~~SANGHEE'S POV~~

    Rain pours from the sky, drenching the smokey and dry land of Changu. I cuddle up inside the blankets, shaking and trembling. My bones are shaking at rapid speed. It's freezing. Yoongi still hasn't come back.

"Brrrrrrrrr," I chatter, gripping the blanket.

Why is it so cold?!

   I sit up against the headboard, glancing over at Yoongi's big bed and thick blankets.

  He probably won't come home? Right? He didn't the other night? Screw it, I'm cold.

    I jump out of the bed, yelling when my feet come to contact with the freezing floor. I drop into his soft mattress, burying myself in the warm fabrics. I let out a sigh of relief as my body sinks into the foam. The blankets smell similar to Yoongi— radiating sweet cinnamon and almond.

    I slowly drift off into a deep sleep, allowing my eyes to flutter shut.

||An hour later...||

    Click. Click. Ettxhhh.

    The creaky door slowly opens, causing my eyes to slowly flutter open. My heart freezes as soon as footsteps are audible in the house. I bury myself further under the covers.

Shit...

     I gulp, knowing I'm going to get caught...

    My heart begins to race when Yoongi's lets out a long sigh, hanging up his jacket and walking around to the other side of the bed.

   I can practically hear my heartbeat.

   I grip the blanket, trying to calm down my heartbeat.

   I completely freeze when I feel the mattress teeter to one side, his body now under the covers.

Please don't notice me. Please don't notice me. Please don't notice me. Plea—

  Suddenly, I feel a warm hand brush against my own. An electric shock runs through my body as his warm soft skin comes into contact with mine.

   He throws the covers open, yelping in alarm when he notices my figure tucked under his sheets.

"What are you doing?!" He snaps in a cold icy voice, "Get out!"

"Jeez," I murmur, immediately getting out, "I was just cold."

   He huffs, throwing the blankets over his head unresponsivly. 

"How's Jangmi?" I ask curiously. 

"She's pregnant," he responds, dismay somewhat audible in his voice. 

I bite my bottom lip, "Oh."

   Awkward silence fills the room. I miss home so much. It's so cold in here; not just because of the weather, but because of this man. He hates me. He wants me dead, doesn't he? Maybe Prince Jiun would have been better than this. 

     I shift around on the matress, my emotions out of hand. I can't stop thinking about Sumi. And Jimin. I hope he's okay. Maybe I should look for him...

"Sanghee," he says out of nowhere, causing me to flinch. 

"Y-yeah..?"

"I have an apple for you in the morning. You must be hungry." 

~~JIMIN'S POV~~

     It keeps replaying in my head... The same image... Over and over...

Loosing Sumi was worse than anything I could have imagined. Watching her die, while no one would help her..while I couldn't. The guilt is unbearable. My parents blame me. They say it's all my fault--because I had purchased a gun, I was a target. That's why they killed my sister. To threaten me. It's my fault...

   I walk down the filthy streets, trying to rid my mind of the past few days. I feel as though I'm suffocating and I may stop breathing any momment...

"Jungkook..." a familiar voice calls, sending shivers down my spine. I could recognize that voice anywhere. I slowly turn around until I spot Jangmi sitting on a log, several bandages wrapped around her arm. The tough and handsome Jungkook stands several meters away, chopping so,e musty wood.

"Yes, my baby?" he replies cheekily, and she wrinkles her nose.

"Don't call me that..."

"I'm sorry," he pouts, putting down the axe and shopping her up in his arms, "I won't call you that anymore..."

   She lets out a lovesick giggle, staring at him with immense fondness. 

Why does my heart have to ache so much? Why do I have to loose everything? It's not like she was ever mine, anyway... But it still hurts. 

   He gently plants kisses down her neck, causing my stomach to churn. She smiles during the process. I wish I had the strength to walk away. But my legs feel broken... As if I can't walk at all...

"I'm tired," she suddenly yawns, ruffling his silky hair, "Can we go to sleep?"

"Of course," he smiles. The only time he ever smiles is when Jangmi is around, "We must keep our little baby healthy, hm?"

   He gently pokes her belly. 

Our little... baby...?

   My chest begins to feel incredibly heavy. I can breathe...

No.

It can't be true, right? 

"I hope he looks just like you," Jangmi grins, kissing him one last time. 

    I crumble down towards the ground, placing a hand over my heart. It's beating so slow... Why do I wish--it--would stop? 

"RUN!!!" a voice sudenley screams after a few minutes, causing me to jolt upright. I gasp when a small gas bomb spins around the ground, about to tick off any momment. The crowd erupts into screams, fleeing in all directions. 

  I freeze, unable to process exactly what is happening. The smell of toxic and suffocating gass begins to release at a slow speed. Before it completely goes off, I feel a light body slam into me, pushing me to the ground. I roll around in circles, finally smashing into some sort of structure. 

I blink in surprise when Sanghee's eyes meet my own. 

   BAM!!!!!!

The bomb goes off.

a/n

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