𝑹𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂 • yeonbin {BOOK 2} ✓

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𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏 whined when moving his body, doing his best to get off the table, and cursed softly when feeling cum running down his thighs. he took a deep breath, supporting himself on the desk and pulling his dress down, covering his bloodied body and naked bottom. he wasn't sure of what to do, but he knew he couldn't simply disappear from the ball, not when he was part of the royal family and, therefore, had things expected from him.

first things first, he needed to look at least slightly more presentable, and not with the fucked face he had in that moment, which meant going to the nearest bathroom was a good start. though, he wasn't sure of how he would walk there, and flying indoors wasn't really an option. soobin considered calling jackson for help, since he knew the male most definitely suspected he went after yeonjun, but discarded the thought, knowing the king would not be very content when seeing both walking in the ballroom together. he wasn't trying to die yet, so not provoking yeonjun anymore felt like the right thing to do.

soobin bit his lip when trying to take a step, eyes watering at how much his body hurt. he hated himself for being such a slut for yeonjun, but who was he trying to fool, he wouldn't do anything differently even if he looked pathetic now. the male had to suck it up and deal with the pain, using the walls to help with his weak legs that didn't seem to work, and almost falling every two steps. he was just glad there wasn't many guards in that side of the castle as they were focused on the ball and it's guests.

when the black haired managed to reach the bathroom after what felt like hours, he sighed in relief and threw his body on the counter, staring at his teary eyes and fucked face in the mirror. he was an absolute mess. soobin grabbed a piece of paper and started to try and fix his face first, that had smudged makeup and tear strains. in the end, it looked better than he expected, and he wasn't looking like he got shoved on a desk and fucked with blood as lube.

soobin sighed again, he knew he would never be able to walk all the way to the ballroom, there was simply no way. so now that he had a more presentable face, he opened the bathroom door slightly and put his face out through the small space, waiting for a guard to pass by. considering he spent twenty minutes to walk the small distance from the office he was to the bathroom, he guessed a guard would appear soon, which it did.

"hey, um..." the angel called and then realized he didn't really think of what he could say, but didn't take much more than a minute to come up with something. the guard approached him and bowed, waiting patiently for their prince's words. "can you get me painkillers? i'm having a headache."

"of course, your highness. please, wait here for a moment."

"okay, thank you." soobin closed the door as soon as the guard turned around, looking down to his legs to see the cum clearly visible there. he cursed again, cleaning himself with his fingers and licking it after, the taste of both blood and yeonjun's cum filling his mouth, making him let out a small moan. bad idea, now he was wanting the king to fuck his mouth and fill it with his warm cum.

he hit his cheeks softly, trying to make himself stop thinking sexual scenarios, and turned to the mirror. now, the bites on his neck were going to be a hassle, he couldn't cover them with makeup since they weren't bruises, but wounds, and going back with different clothing was way too suspicious. he ended up deciding to just leave them there and visible, it wasn't like someone would ask what happened and who did it. though, he would need to clean the bites, and he would do it as soon as the guard arrived with a potion for pain and he managed to go to his room to fix himself properly and change the fact he reeked of sex.