Swiveling the red liquid in a shiny silver glass, the man watched the female dancers. His eyes raked over their slim and seductive bodies draped in his favorite dark red color as they swirled and twirled in the room. The music in the background couldn't compete with their melodious laughter. Their glowing skin and unmatched beauty couldn't be described in one word.
Gulping down the bitter liquid, his eyes shamelessly ogled their every curve and dip which excited the females. Amongst them, one couldn't control her hormones and sashayed to him while swinging her round hips in the air. The other girls had their eyes bulged out of their sockets when she sat on his right thigh and circled his arms around his neck.
Her bold move froze their heartbeat. They weren't worrying without any reason. It was because that silly girl signed her death certificate by touching the King.
Which was strictly prohibited.
Too afraid to react, they remained motionless until a horrifying scream reverberated through the walls of the closed room. Terrorized to the bone, they immediately closed their eyes when a splash of warm blood coated their caked faces. They bit their lips but staggered to the ground when the culprit's head landed near their feet.
Horror-struck, they looked up only to find that the King had ripped off her head with his bare hands.
Pushing the bloodied body off him, he stood up with a thud. Their legs instantly gave away. Their mascara smeared as they bowed their heads and started pleading for mercy from the King who started walking towards them like a messenger of death.
"F-Forgive us King. S-She was n-n-new and d-didn't take the rules seriously." Their leader explained in between her cries. Everyone knew that the girl crossed the line by approaching him. No woman was allowed to touch the King as he hated that. Her death was inevitable but that idiot put their lives in danger too.
His sleek black boots came in their view running a chill down their spine. The girls huddled together earning a snicker from the grim reaper who was looming over them.
The same girl who begged for their lives shuddered feeling a cold metal grazing her chin. Her heart lurched to her mouth as it was his sword laced with fresh blood. Her stomach churned but she suppressed the urge to puke. Her chin was lifted as the sharp metal pierced her skin. The members watched her in fright as the King made her look at him.
"Forgive us, King," the girl continued beseeching. He gawked at her; his bloodthirst turned more prominent with her cries of mercy. But his hunger instantly died when his gaze collided with her baby blue eyes.
The world stopped around him. His hands froze in the air which even took that dancer by surprise. She was sure she saw a flicker in his eyes. As if he was startled.
The man instantly retracted his hand shocking the terrified girls. They continued weeping but relief washed over them when they heard his next words.
"Leave." He spoke curtly. The girls didn't waste a second and bobbed their heads not before kissing his feet and scurried away without looking behind.
The man stood in silence for a while until the door creaked open revealing a tall silhouette of a man.
"Jungkook?"
A deep voice rang in his ears catching his attention. Jungkook tore his eyes from the floor and looked at a confused Taehyung who entered the dimly lit hall.
"What happened-" his voice died midway when his gaze collided with a pair of dead, cold ones that were staring right into his soul. He scrunched his face in disgust and approached Jungkook with cautious steps making sure not to touch that bloody head.
