𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 red haired raised his hand, brushing his finger against his cheek and looking at the red liquid dirtying his fingertips after. he averted his eyes to his father, who had a mocking smile on his lips, and licked the blood on his fingers before starting to laugh. yeonjun covered his mouth with the back of his hand, laughing while looking at his father with amused eyes.

"you should see you face, you look so victorious. it's so pathetic." the king bent down, getting closer to the older while still chuckling. the intensity in his crimson eyes could be assimilated with an horrifying nightmare and it took hyukjun aback, who furrowed his brows.

"i won! one drop of blood you said!" yeonjun tilted his head, a creepy smirk on his face. he took his father's face between his fingers, staring at him with a huge grin. it was more than satisfying to play with the male, lure his mind into believing things he wanted and thoughts that weren't his own, but yeonjun's.

"you really think you won? how pitiful." the red haired got up, stepping back and looking at the other for a second. hyukjun took a deep breath, as if he had woke up from a nightmare, suddenly feeling lightheaded and without breath. he did wake up from a nightmare, after all. he was laid on the floor, perfectly fine, no wounds or blood on his body, and yeonjun was sat on the bed, an amused grin on his lips and scarlet eyes glistening deviously. there wasn't any cut on his cheek. "that was all inside your head, father. you just saw everything i wanted you to see, got played like the little marionette you are." the male got up, tilting his head while looking down at his father, eyes so crimson that they seemed to almost drip blood. "i need to say, your mental manipulation power can be very interesting if developed enough."

"what?" hyukjun furrowed his brows, staring at the younger before at his own body, that had no injury or blood. it didn't make sense, his mental manipulation power couldn't be used that way, it was about tricking people into thinking and doing what you want, not making them hallucinate.

"must be confusing, i know. what can i say, father? you're so weak you couldn't even use your powers fully." the red haired circled his father, who was still on the floor, analyzing him, creeping him. "you should be called the shame of the kims after all, weak, pathetic, gullible even. a little puppet from who i play with the strings, every move, every breath, every thought." yeonjun stopped behind the male, bending himself so his lips would be next to hyukjun's ear. "is this even real? are you sure you even killed ruby and taemin?"

he did. yeonjun wished for the opposite but it indeed happened, though it didn't mean he couldn't get inside his father's mind, cursing him into doubt and paranoia, making him question every thought and every move he did. the red haired wanted to creep inside the older head and turn everything into insanity, it was an easy task, just then he would kill the male.

"of course i did. they are dead." the king wasn't affected by the words, in fact, he chuckled as if they were some type of joke.

"where are the bodies then?" hyukjun looked around, brows furrowing when the room was clean and without any body or blood. he narrowed his eyes, trying to make his mind clearer, trying to somehow make everything more trustworthy.

"they were just here, i saw it. i killed them, killed your sister and the crystalian bitch. you're just trying to get inside my head, but it won't work." the black haired stared at yeonjun with gritted teeth, getting up from the floor and trying to push the male away from him. his hands only met air, and the king laughed from the other side of the room.