[Partial Sequel to Precious Beautiful Being] Bondage of Belonging (1/3)
Title: Bondage of Belonging
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Kris/Chen, Luhan/Chen, Sehun/Chen
Warning: Chen is yet again, a girl? Or not? That is the question. Historical AU. In this time period, China is superior, and Koreans are slaves to “this" Chinese royal line. I tried (again). This is fictional guys. I'm not trying to offend anyone. Slight character death.
Word Count: 3,000+
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters used in the material are only for the plot of the story. Everything and anything that’s happened in the story are coincidental to any “actual” events that have occurred recently, or in the past.
Summary:
The life of a royal prince takes it toll when undeniable feelings turn into obsessions. Being a Prince is not all glorious and empowering. Being a royal Prince in the Wu Xi Zhang Huang Kingdom is pressuring and dangerous, especially when the Kingdom was built through deceptions and brute force. When power is mixed with unspeakable emotions, everything seems to be an untactful battlefield. Desires turn into unstoppable embers of flames, resulting into a turmoil of unrequited feelings.
Prince Yifan is still marveling over the precious beautiful being, Chen, who he thought was named Jongdae and was supposed to be his. But he gave up the golden chance to have Chen for himself because of his stupid ego. Now the precious beautiful being was Luhan's singer. Yifan is considered to not be a very contemplative person. He always keeps to himself as possibly as he can for his own reasons. But after a couple of weeks into realizing some things and his own feelings, Yifan cannot deny he has an obsession for Chen.
A/N: This is actually for a submission to a contest on AFF, but I'm afraid I'm not going to submit it in because it's taking me too long. And I have a feeling people and maybe even the host of the competition is going to bash me for writing something like this...LOL! Oh well, I tried.
Partial Sequel to: Precious Beautiful Being <== read it here
Bondage of Belonging (1/3)
Again and again, the splitting images of the small, dainty, beautiful figure posed as poised as a swan gliding across a still pond. Yifan watched this Chen, who he thought was Jongdae, at a distant. His heart ached painfully as the remarkably small being emitted such lovely beautiful sounds. Yifan was oddly perplexed at how such a small person could project such an agonizing, taunting, beautiful, powerful tone. He also didn't understand why his heart leapt or how his heart would beat harder like he was fighting for the last strand of life whenever he saw Chen.
The frail looking singer was over-dressed for such a small occasion. Yifan can tell the petite being had on at least six layers of robes. The shiny silk robes in the colors of peaches and cream highlighted Chen's white complexion and rosy pink lips. The Prince was feasting over Chen's beauty, at the singer's long fringe that was brushed to the left, and the rest of her hair that was pinned in a braided knot with strings of pearls hanging off the end of the long hairpin. He wondered at the way Chen's little white hands were clasped together at her chest. Everything about the singer made his emotions stir in an endless cycle.
"Yifan."
The said Prince annoyingly shifted his eyes towards his brother Luhan. His eyebrows were slowly knitting together from the disturbance. Yifan gripped the armrest of the chair, fighting the urge to pummel his brother for taking his hungry eyes away from the small singing figure in the center of the room.
He and Luhan were in the grand palace's court room. It didn't look like a courtroom anymore. The giant room that was built with pillars was decorated in bright colored ribbons and yards of silk cloths for the festivity. Chen has been singing for the past hour in the event, which irked Yifan so greatly he literally was about ready to storm down from his chair, down the rise of the steps, and to the center of the room to snatch Chen away from the other eyes that was lavishing over his obsession.
"What is it Luhan," he responded as a statement.
Luhan kept his eyes on Chen. The eldest simply shook his head as his lips formed an innocent heartwarming smile. Yifan knew better, that was the smile of senile things riling up in his brother's corrupted mind.
"Yifan, it really pains me when you do not affectionately call me Ge. I am your eldest brother, am I not," Luhan side-glanced over to his cold isolate-minded second brother.
Yifan ignored Luhan's mask of feigned dismay. "Just get to the point. What do you want?"
Luhan stood from his chair and the instrumentalists stopped playing. Chen also quieted her harmonious voice. Yifan gnawed the insides of his mouth from shouting in frustration. Luhan took away the only mesmerizing sound that kept him sane from the ridiculous party, which Luhan planned right out of the blue.
"Everyone, this jovial festivity is over. Leave us alone." Luhan was walking down the steps. "Chen! Stay where you are."
Yifan glanced over to the small singer. He could feel his heart beating slower. It sounded impossible, but Yifan felt it, he felt how hard his heart was desperately pumping the blood in his system, trying to keep him alive. Because it kills him knowing that Chen does not belong to him. Chen was Luhan's little singer. Chen was whatever Luhan wanted Chen to be; the precious beautiful being was Luhan's slave.
The second Prince forces his eyes from slithering away as he watches his older brother walk on towards the dainty person. Yifan slowly gets up from his seat when Luhan's hand rests on Chen's shoulder. He could feel his face heat up from the undeniable jealousy fueling in his gut and walked down the steps.
Yifan slowly paces over to the center of the now empty room. He narrows his eyes, making himself look extremely vicious when he sees Chen gently tuck her chin down as Luhan caresses up her white neck.
Luhan turns to look at Yifan. "Chen has been crying in her sleep because of your hurtful words. The maids have forced her to sleep in the kitchen. Sehun, he also informed me that you were the one who gave him those-"
"That little imbecile," Yifan scoffed.
In that fraction of a millisecond, Yifan caught the singer gazing at him. But Chen immediately shifted her eyes down to the floor. Yifan held his breath; Chen actually looked at him.
"You have your own slaves to torture! You have no right to engage with mine!" Luhan yelled at Yifan with so much anger, his itching fingers adorned with rings and jewels scraped the delicate pale skin of Chen's nape where his hand was just caressing.
Chen let out a small whine of surprise. Yifan gritted his teeth as he saw the small singer fist her hands at her sides. The silk collar at Chen's neck was newly stained with the alluring red of her blood. The sight had his insides boiling in an unspeakable range of anger.
Yifan was so immersed in his anger his right hand unconsciously clasped over Chen's forearm, pulling the smaller being against his tall frame. Luhan widened his eyes in shock.
"Un-hand her this instant! Chen is not yours!" Luhan had quick reflexes. He gripped Chen's bony wrist and pulled hard, making the singer fly back against him.
Chen let out another soft whine, but this time it sounded as if she was in pain. Yifan still had a tight hold against the smaller being's arm.
"Let go!" Luhan was yelling so loud the walls echoed his voice from every corner of the humongous room.
Instead of listening to his older brother's protest, Yifan locked his hand tighter around Chen's forearm; and with every muscle in his body, he moved with so much force, making Luhan lose his grip. Yifan was running away with Chen.
The second Prince sprinted out of the doors, dragging along Chen. He could hear Luhan yelling after him, demanding him to stop and bring back Chen, then started yelling for the guards. Yifan just pushed his leg muscles harder, forcing himself to run faster. He could feel Chen running along with him as well. Somehow, that stirred him to run faster, so they could escape this horrid palace he was born into. It was like Chen also wanted to escape the reigns that held her here.
Yifan and Chen kept pacing themselves away from the bunch of guards that were slowly growing in numbers behind them. As they turn at the corner of a hall, Yifan pushed his aching legs towards the open screen door. If they made it out of the palace courthouse then all that was left was the main entrance of the palace kingdom.
Yifan can hear the stampeding steps of the palace guards. He took in a breath and blinked his eyes, urging his leg muscles to not give up on him yet. As he opened his eyes, the entrance door was slowly closing. Yifan knew that if he and Chen kept at this pace, they would make it out of the confining palace kingdom.
They were only just a couple of meters away from their safe haven. Yifan's heart was accelerating even faster in excitement. He can finally get out of this hell-hole. Suddenly, the Prince hears Chen suck in a sharp gasp. The singer was slowly falling a step behind. Yifan turned to look back and was now slowly his steps.
He stopped their escape and Chen fell forward onto his chest. There were two arrows sticking out of the small back of the singer, one right at her lower back, and one clearly had punctured the left lung.
Chen let out a wet cough and Yifan gently pulled the singer back. Yifan felt the world turn cold. His eyes widened in shock. He felt his throat tightened in a painful knot as the warm crimson fluid shot out from Chen beautiful lips when she coughed again, the blood splattering in his face.
Yifan didn't realize his eyes were leaking. Chen was choking on her own blood and was losing the will to stand, slumping back on her tiny feet. Yifan wrapped his arms around the small singer's waist and held her close to him. They both fell slowly to their knees and Yifan lets out a choked sob.
He could feel the warm tears rolling from his lower lids as he stared at Chen's beautiful watery confused eyes. Yifan was so lost from words he felt his heart breaking into small cracks with every breath he huffed in his lungs. His obsession was slipping away, his only precious beautiful being was dying right in his arms.
Chen weakly brought her small hands to Yifan's face and gently wiped the trail of tear from his left cheek. The Prince's tears from his reddening eyes dripped onto the singer's paling cheeks. Yifan let out another throat-throbbing sob as he watches Chen choking from the blood in her mouth. His body shakes uncontrollably as he tries to hold in his muffles, making his chest burn in an achingly horrible pain, like someone had just ripped open his chest and was trying to cut the arteries of his heart with the back of a knife.
"W-why," Chen coughed out and choked in for air. "Y-you. H-hate me," the singer coughed out brokenly as her tears rolled down from the outer corners of her beautiful brown orbs. "W-why?"
With those last words, Chen's body went limp in Yifan's arms. The only person Yifan wanted so badly for himself was gone. He will never get to hear the singer's beautiful voice ever again. He will never have Chen.
The prince couldn't control his harsh cries as he sank his head into the bend of singer's blood stained neck. "Because you were supposed to be mine! Mine! Not Luhan's!"
Yifan weeped into the small lifeless body as he leaned back on his bent legs and subconsciously admitted the troubling feelings he had caged inside himself. "Because... I love you. I don’t know how, but I just do."
There was no response from his unmoving nightingale. Yifan let the agonizing pain in his chest engulf him and was yelling like a lunatic. The pain was unbearable. He screamed for Chen to come back, to come back to him. He felt his throat getting tight and started wheezing out a breath full of air that was supposed to be a yell.
"Prince Yifan! My Lord! Please! Wake up! Yifan!"
The prince felt himself being shaken in a harsh gesture. He sat up from his bed in an instant, knocking the person who was shoving him awake to the floor. Yifan was drenched in sweat. The dim lantern that hung at his long bed post flickered behind the paper covering. He closed his eyes as he gently gripped his surprisingly aching throat. He also brushed away the traces of tears that embedded against his temples and the dampened top crevices of his ears.
Yifan tried to calm himself down as he lightly breathed in and out, trying to keep his breath even. It was, only a dream. But it felt so real. Even his chest still lingered with the heavy traces of his heartache.
"Prince Yifan!" The person that was knocked down whispered in surprise and confusion as he got up. "You. I heard you yelling and screaming I thought you were being slain. I rushed over to your chamber and-"
The said Prince glanced over to the figure that stood before him, who was still whispering. It was Baixin, the son of their royal family's seamstress. Yifan let out a long shaky breath. He had to calm his pacing heart, or else he might rip the poor son of a seamstress's throat with his bare hands.
"Baixin, what are you doing up at this hour? It's past midnight," Yifan asked as calmly as possible as he fingered back the damp bangs that hovered over his eyes.
The shorter boy blinked his eyes in a continuous repetition as he tried to think of an answer. He was actually sneaking from his chamber to see the second Prince's Squire, Chanyeol, but as he tip-toed through the halls, he heard Prince Yifan groaning as if in pain. Then he heard the Prince crying, screaming, and yelling. Baixin had to rush over and make sure the Prince was not harmed.
"We're you with Chanyeol?"
The young seamster lowered his head and went down on his knees and hands. "Prince Yifan, I was only going to wish Chanyeol a good night. I swear! But as I was on my way, I-I heard you yelling and screaming! I had to make sure Prince Yifan was not harmed and make sure-"
Yifan let out a frustrated sigh. The poor boy was panicking so badly he didn't quite understand the boy's jumbled answer. "Look! I'm fine! I, just had a nightmare."
Baixin stopped his incoherent phrase and took a deep breath. He didn't look up to the Prince or get up. He nervously asked, "Does Prince Yifan need me to do him any service in return to compensate for the disturbance?"
Yifan shooed the boy away. Baixin quickly got out of the Prince's chamber. He was sadly not going to see Chanyeol tonight. He would have to tell the second prince's Squire why he yet again had to break his promise in meeting the other.
Yifan slowly eased himself off of his bed and went over to the giant wardrobe and grabbed his sapphire-blue satin sleeping robe. He tiredly pushed his arms into the sleeves and tied the belt at his hips. There was no way he was going back to sleep after that nightmare.
He roamed out of his chambers and down the halls. Yifan walked out of his premises of the palace and out to the palace's garden of blooming orange trees. He instantly welcomed the intense sweet scent. As the Prince went further into the garden, his muscles constricted him from moving when he was struck by the alluring sound of the one person he thought he lost, Chen.
The second prince forced his legs to move. He wanted to see if this was reality or his mind playing tricks on him. When Yifan got closer to the beautiful soft voice, he jumped in surprise from the loud sound of the shaken leaves of the tree near him. There was a small yelp that came from below his feet.
He looked down and saw the small dainty singer struggling to pull herself up. Yifan's own reflexes worked on its own as he unknowingly bent down and helped the singer up to her feet. His arms automatically wraps around the small being's delicate frame and smirks to himself as his eyes slowly closes when he hears Chen breathing in and out, body tensing in nervousness, and alive.
"M-my Lord? I'm so sorry Prince Yifan! I thought you were-," the singer stutters in fear of what was going on, confused and scared of what was to come.
"Shhh...it's okay. I'm here now." Yifan softly spoke into the top of Chen's hair.
"Chen? There you are. I've been-"
Yifan was so lost in his world, it was until he woke up from a slight push. He took a step back, surprised from the small shove and cupped his hands under Chen's face, trying to peer into the singer's eyes. But the other avoided the Prince's stare.
"My Lord, I'm so sorry about Chen."
The small singer was pulled away from Yifan's embrace in an instant. The Prince tensed his jaws and turned to look at the damn idiot who took away his precious beautiful being. Coincidentally, it was Luhan's pretty servant boy, Sehun.
"It's my fault Prince Yifan. she could not sleep and wanted to breathe in the nightly air so I accompanied her. I'm sorry about what happened. I wasn't watching Chen. I promise that Chen will not linger out of my sight in the night like this," Sehun said as he bowed apologetically.
The servant boy was scared for his life. Why was Prince Yifan out and about in the garden of orange trees? He was partially telling the truth. Chen was not able to sleep; the singer has been depressed and probably had developed insomnia. So Sehun decided to cheer up the singer by bringing her to her favorite place out of the palace, the garden of orange trees. They were playing a small game of hide and seek. But Sehun was not expecting to find his owner's younger brother, Yifan.
The second prince was not intrigued with Luhan's pretty servant boy's excuse. He looked at Chen and saw how the singer kept her head low and stood behind the Sehun. Yifan didn't understand. Why did Chen not see he had good intensions? This only made the Prince upset, he didn't understand. Chen is supposed to belong to him. He didn't hate the singer, not one bit. As he looked at Sehun, his heart became heavy from the way the servant boy gripped his fingers on the belt at Chen's narrow waist and gently tugged the singer to follow at his steps.
Yifan walked over to the two, but held onto Chen's slim arm. Sehun halted; he slowly and nervously peered to his owner's younger brother. He felt his nerves hitching up a notch in fear. Sehun knew he was done for.
"I'll escort Chen," Yifan tried to make himself sound calm but authoritative because his heart was also racing in nervousness.
"My Lord, I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that," Sehun spoke broken in between the phrase. He bowed his head with Chen still behind him.
"Don't tempt me Sehun. I will have my way." Yifan's deep voice made Sehun's knees weak in fear.
The servant boy clearly knew what the Prince meant. Yifan already had his ways with him, but the moment Chen came in the palace, Yifan was more aggressive towards him. He's been slowly tortured without Luhan's knowledge. And he had new scars every time he did not queue the second Prince of Chen's whereabouts. He was ordered by Luhan to keep Chen away from anyone who seeked the singer. Sehun endured those tortures for Chen's protection. He didn't want Chen to be with Prince Yifan. The second prince was cold, vile, and so dangerously mysterious no one knew what he thought about. Everyone just knew that Prince Yifan was not someone who should be disobeyed, because consequences will arise at any given time.
"I'm deeply sorry my Prince, but I cannot let you escort Chen. I am under Prince Luhan's orders to only be with, Chen. We don't, belong to you." Sehun swiftly pulled the singer from Yifan's grasp. He apologized again and strode quickly away from the Prince.
Sehun knew he might not live tomorrow, but he had to make sure Chen did not have to deal with Prince Yifan. Their owner, Prince Luhan was already enough for the singer's mentality. He had to protect the small singer; he promised Chen's brothers that he will keep Chen safe, whatever it took, he was going to keep Chen alive. Sehun walked away as fast as his feet could take him. He urgently pushed the singer in front of him, away from harm; in this case, away from the second Prince.
Yifan could only stare. He wanted to jump on the servant boy with every aggravated fiber of his being and steal Chen away, but the dream, it still left his heart aching in fear that it just might become reality.
Yifan was actually afraid, that if he stole Chen away, Sehun might wake Luhan. If Luhan was awake, his brother might call the guards, and that might put Chen's life in danger. His precious beautiful being might be slain with those unholy palace guards' arrows. Yifan didn't want that to happen. So he let Sehun take Chen away. He can always get at the servant boy later. Right now, Yifan just wanted the little singer safe, unharmed, and alive.
A/N: Hope you liked! ^^ I cannot write smut without a plot (well especially for a fic like this). Await for part 2! Grammar? Sorry about that, can't help it. I tried to minimize that as much as I could.
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Kris/Chen, Luhan/Chen, Sehun/Chen
Warning: Chen is yet again, a girl? Or not? That is the question. Historical AU. In this time period, China is superior, and Koreans are slaves to “this" Chinese royal line. I tried (again). This is fictional guys. I'm not trying to offend anyone. Slight character death.
Word Count: 3,000+
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters used in the material are only for the plot of the story. Everything and anything that’s happened in the story are coincidental to any “actual” events that have occurred recently, or in the past.
Summary:
The life of a royal prince takes it toll when undeniable feelings turn into obsessions. Being a Prince is not all glorious and empowering. Being a royal Prince in the Wu Xi Zhang Huang Kingdom is pressuring and dangerous, especially when the Kingdom was built through deceptions and brute force. When power is mixed with unspeakable emotions, everything seems to be an untactful battlefield. Desires turn into unstoppable embers of flames, resulting into a turmoil of unrequited feelings.
Prince Yifan is still marveling over the precious beautiful being, Chen, who he thought was named Jongdae and was supposed to be his. But he gave up the golden chance to have Chen for himself because of his stupid ego. Now the precious beautiful being was Luhan's singer. Yifan is considered to not be a very contemplative person. He always keeps to himself as possibly as he can for his own reasons. But after a couple of weeks into realizing some things and his own feelings, Yifan cannot deny he has an obsession for Chen.
A/N: This is actually for a submission to a contest on AFF, but I'm afraid I'm not going to submit it in because it's taking me too long. And I have a feeling people and maybe even the host of the competition is going to bash me for writing something like this...LOL! Oh well, I tried.
Partial Sequel to: Precious Beautiful Being <== read it here
Bondage of Belonging (1/3)
Again and again, the splitting images of the small, dainty, beautiful figure posed as poised as a swan gliding across a still pond. Yifan watched this Chen, who he thought was Jongdae, at a distant. His heart ached painfully as the remarkably small being emitted such lovely beautiful sounds. Yifan was oddly perplexed at how such a small person could project such an agonizing, taunting, beautiful, powerful tone. He also didn't understand why his heart leapt or how his heart would beat harder like he was fighting for the last strand of life whenever he saw Chen.
The frail looking singer was over-dressed for such a small occasion. Yifan can tell the petite being had on at least six layers of robes. The shiny silk robes in the colors of peaches and cream highlighted Chen's white complexion and rosy pink lips. The Prince was feasting over Chen's beauty, at the singer's long fringe that was brushed to the left, and the rest of her hair that was pinned in a braided knot with strings of pearls hanging off the end of the long hairpin. He wondered at the way Chen's little white hands were clasped together at her chest. Everything about the singer made his emotions stir in an endless cycle.
"Yifan."
The said Prince annoyingly shifted his eyes towards his brother Luhan. His eyebrows were slowly knitting together from the disturbance. Yifan gripped the armrest of the chair, fighting the urge to pummel his brother for taking his hungry eyes away from the small singing figure in the center of the room.
He and Luhan were in the grand palace's court room. It didn't look like a courtroom anymore. The giant room that was built with pillars was decorated in bright colored ribbons and yards of silk cloths for the festivity. Chen has been singing for the past hour in the event, which irked Yifan so greatly he literally was about ready to storm down from his chair, down the rise of the steps, and to the center of the room to snatch Chen away from the other eyes that was lavishing over his obsession.
"What is it Luhan," he responded as a statement.
Luhan kept his eyes on Chen. The eldest simply shook his head as his lips formed an innocent heartwarming smile. Yifan knew better, that was the smile of senile things riling up in his brother's corrupted mind.
"Yifan, it really pains me when you do not affectionately call me Ge. I am your eldest brother, am I not," Luhan side-glanced over to his cold isolate-minded second brother.
Yifan ignored Luhan's mask of feigned dismay. "Just get to the point. What do you want?"
Luhan stood from his chair and the instrumentalists stopped playing. Chen also quieted her harmonious voice. Yifan gnawed the insides of his mouth from shouting in frustration. Luhan took away the only mesmerizing sound that kept him sane from the ridiculous party, which Luhan planned right out of the blue.
"Everyone, this jovial festivity is over. Leave us alone." Luhan was walking down the steps. "Chen! Stay where you are."
Yifan glanced over to the small singer. He could feel his heart beating slower. It sounded impossible, but Yifan felt it, he felt how hard his heart was desperately pumping the blood in his system, trying to keep him alive. Because it kills him knowing that Chen does not belong to him. Chen was Luhan's little singer. Chen was whatever Luhan wanted Chen to be; the precious beautiful being was Luhan's slave.
The second Prince forces his eyes from slithering away as he watches his older brother walk on towards the dainty person. Yifan slowly gets up from his seat when Luhan's hand rests on Chen's shoulder. He could feel his face heat up from the undeniable jealousy fueling in his gut and walked down the steps.
Yifan slowly paces over to the center of the now empty room. He narrows his eyes, making himself look extremely vicious when he sees Chen gently tuck her chin down as Luhan caresses up her white neck.
Luhan turns to look at Yifan. "Chen has been crying in her sleep because of your hurtful words. The maids have forced her to sleep in the kitchen. Sehun, he also informed me that you were the one who gave him those-"
"That little imbecile," Yifan scoffed.
In that fraction of a millisecond, Yifan caught the singer gazing at him. But Chen immediately shifted her eyes down to the floor. Yifan held his breath; Chen actually looked at him.
"You have your own slaves to torture! You have no right to engage with mine!" Luhan yelled at Yifan with so much anger, his itching fingers adorned with rings and jewels scraped the delicate pale skin of Chen's nape where his hand was just caressing.
Chen let out a small whine of surprise. Yifan gritted his teeth as he saw the small singer fist her hands at her sides. The silk collar at Chen's neck was newly stained with the alluring red of her blood. The sight had his insides boiling in an unspeakable range of anger.
Yifan was so immersed in his anger his right hand unconsciously clasped over Chen's forearm, pulling the smaller being against his tall frame. Luhan widened his eyes in shock.
"Un-hand her this instant! Chen is not yours!" Luhan had quick reflexes. He gripped Chen's bony wrist and pulled hard, making the singer fly back against him.
Chen let out another soft whine, but this time it sounded as if she was in pain. Yifan still had a tight hold against the smaller being's arm.
"Let go!" Luhan was yelling so loud the walls echoed his voice from every corner of the humongous room.
Instead of listening to his older brother's protest, Yifan locked his hand tighter around Chen's forearm; and with every muscle in his body, he moved with so much force, making Luhan lose his grip. Yifan was running away with Chen.
The second Prince sprinted out of the doors, dragging along Chen. He could hear Luhan yelling after him, demanding him to stop and bring back Chen, then started yelling for the guards. Yifan just pushed his leg muscles harder, forcing himself to run faster. He could feel Chen running along with him as well. Somehow, that stirred him to run faster, so they could escape this horrid palace he was born into. It was like Chen also wanted to escape the reigns that held her here.
Yifan and Chen kept pacing themselves away from the bunch of guards that were slowly growing in numbers behind them. As they turn at the corner of a hall, Yifan pushed his aching legs towards the open screen door. If they made it out of the palace courthouse then all that was left was the main entrance of the palace kingdom.
Yifan can hear the stampeding steps of the palace guards. He took in a breath and blinked his eyes, urging his leg muscles to not give up on him yet. As he opened his eyes, the entrance door was slowly closing. Yifan knew that if he and Chen kept at this pace, they would make it out of the confining palace kingdom.
They were only just a couple of meters away from their safe haven. Yifan's heart was accelerating even faster in excitement. He can finally get out of this hell-hole. Suddenly, the Prince hears Chen suck in a sharp gasp. The singer was slowly falling a step behind. Yifan turned to look back and was now slowly his steps.
He stopped their escape and Chen fell forward onto his chest. There were two arrows sticking out of the small back of the singer, one right at her lower back, and one clearly had punctured the left lung.
Chen let out a wet cough and Yifan gently pulled the singer back. Yifan felt the world turn cold. His eyes widened in shock. He felt his throat tightened in a painful knot as the warm crimson fluid shot out from Chen beautiful lips when she coughed again, the blood splattering in his face.
Yifan didn't realize his eyes were leaking. Chen was choking on her own blood and was losing the will to stand, slumping back on her tiny feet. Yifan wrapped his arms around the small singer's waist and held her close to him. They both fell slowly to their knees and Yifan lets out a choked sob.
He could feel the warm tears rolling from his lower lids as he stared at Chen's beautiful watery confused eyes. Yifan was so lost from words he felt his heart breaking into small cracks with every breath he huffed in his lungs. His obsession was slipping away, his only precious beautiful being was dying right in his arms.
Chen weakly brought her small hands to Yifan's face and gently wiped the trail of tear from his left cheek. The Prince's tears from his reddening eyes dripped onto the singer's paling cheeks. Yifan let out another throat-throbbing sob as he watches Chen choking from the blood in her mouth. His body shakes uncontrollably as he tries to hold in his muffles, making his chest burn in an achingly horrible pain, like someone had just ripped open his chest and was trying to cut the arteries of his heart with the back of a knife.
"W-why," Chen coughed out and choked in for air. "Y-you. H-hate me," the singer coughed out brokenly as her tears rolled down from the outer corners of her beautiful brown orbs. "W-why?"
With those last words, Chen's body went limp in Yifan's arms. The only person Yifan wanted so badly for himself was gone. He will never get to hear the singer's beautiful voice ever again. He will never have Chen.
The prince couldn't control his harsh cries as he sank his head into the bend of singer's blood stained neck. "Because you were supposed to be mine! Mine! Not Luhan's!"
Yifan weeped into the small lifeless body as he leaned back on his bent legs and subconsciously admitted the troubling feelings he had caged inside himself. "Because... I love you. I don’t know how, but I just do."
There was no response from his unmoving nightingale. Yifan let the agonizing pain in his chest engulf him and was yelling like a lunatic. The pain was unbearable. He screamed for Chen to come back, to come back to him. He felt his throat getting tight and started wheezing out a breath full of air that was supposed to be a yell.
"Prince Yifan! My Lord! Please! Wake up! Yifan!"
The prince felt himself being shaken in a harsh gesture. He sat up from his bed in an instant, knocking the person who was shoving him awake to the floor. Yifan was drenched in sweat. The dim lantern that hung at his long bed post flickered behind the paper covering. He closed his eyes as he gently gripped his surprisingly aching throat. He also brushed away the traces of tears that embedded against his temples and the dampened top crevices of his ears.
Yifan tried to calm himself down as he lightly breathed in and out, trying to keep his breath even. It was, only a dream. But it felt so real. Even his chest still lingered with the heavy traces of his heartache.
"Prince Yifan!" The person that was knocked down whispered in surprise and confusion as he got up. "You. I heard you yelling and screaming I thought you were being slain. I rushed over to your chamber and-"
The said Prince glanced over to the figure that stood before him, who was still whispering. It was Baixin, the son of their royal family's seamstress. Yifan let out a long shaky breath. He had to calm his pacing heart, or else he might rip the poor son of a seamstress's throat with his bare hands.
"Baixin, what are you doing up at this hour? It's past midnight," Yifan asked as calmly as possible as he fingered back the damp bangs that hovered over his eyes.
The shorter boy blinked his eyes in a continuous repetition as he tried to think of an answer. He was actually sneaking from his chamber to see the second Prince's Squire, Chanyeol, but as he tip-toed through the halls, he heard Prince Yifan groaning as if in pain. Then he heard the Prince crying, screaming, and yelling. Baixin had to rush over and make sure the Prince was not harmed.
"We're you with Chanyeol?"
The young seamster lowered his head and went down on his knees and hands. "Prince Yifan, I was only going to wish Chanyeol a good night. I swear! But as I was on my way, I-I heard you yelling and screaming! I had to make sure Prince Yifan was not harmed and make sure-"
Yifan let out a frustrated sigh. The poor boy was panicking so badly he didn't quite understand the boy's jumbled answer. "Look! I'm fine! I, just had a nightmare."
Baixin stopped his incoherent phrase and took a deep breath. He didn't look up to the Prince or get up. He nervously asked, "Does Prince Yifan need me to do him any service in return to compensate for the disturbance?"
Yifan shooed the boy away. Baixin quickly got out of the Prince's chamber. He was sadly not going to see Chanyeol tonight. He would have to tell the second prince's Squire why he yet again had to break his promise in meeting the other.
Yifan slowly eased himself off of his bed and went over to the giant wardrobe and grabbed his sapphire-blue satin sleeping robe. He tiredly pushed his arms into the sleeves and tied the belt at his hips. There was no way he was going back to sleep after that nightmare.
He roamed out of his chambers and down the halls. Yifan walked out of his premises of the palace and out to the palace's garden of blooming orange trees. He instantly welcomed the intense sweet scent. As the Prince went further into the garden, his muscles constricted him from moving when he was struck by the alluring sound of the one person he thought he lost, Chen.
The second prince forced his legs to move. He wanted to see if this was reality or his mind playing tricks on him. When Yifan got closer to the beautiful soft voice, he jumped in surprise from the loud sound of the shaken leaves of the tree near him. There was a small yelp that came from below his feet.
He looked down and saw the small dainty singer struggling to pull herself up. Yifan's own reflexes worked on its own as he unknowingly bent down and helped the singer up to her feet. His arms automatically wraps around the small being's delicate frame and smirks to himself as his eyes slowly closes when he hears Chen breathing in and out, body tensing in nervousness, and alive.
"M-my Lord? I'm so sorry Prince Yifan! I thought you were-," the singer stutters in fear of what was going on, confused and scared of what was to come.
"Shhh...it's okay. I'm here now." Yifan softly spoke into the top of Chen's hair.
"Chen? There you are. I've been-"
Yifan was so lost in his world, it was until he woke up from a slight push. He took a step back, surprised from the small shove and cupped his hands under Chen's face, trying to peer into the singer's eyes. But the other avoided the Prince's stare.
"My Lord, I'm so sorry about Chen."
The small singer was pulled away from Yifan's embrace in an instant. The Prince tensed his jaws and turned to look at the damn idiot who took away his precious beautiful being. Coincidentally, it was Luhan's pretty servant boy, Sehun.
"It's my fault Prince Yifan. she could not sleep and wanted to breathe in the nightly air so I accompanied her. I'm sorry about what happened. I wasn't watching Chen. I promise that Chen will not linger out of my sight in the night like this," Sehun said as he bowed apologetically.
The servant boy was scared for his life. Why was Prince Yifan out and about in the garden of orange trees? He was partially telling the truth. Chen was not able to sleep; the singer has been depressed and probably had developed insomnia. So Sehun decided to cheer up the singer by bringing her to her favorite place out of the palace, the garden of orange trees. They were playing a small game of hide and seek. But Sehun was not expecting to find his owner's younger brother, Yifan.
The second prince was not intrigued with Luhan's pretty servant boy's excuse. He looked at Chen and saw how the singer kept her head low and stood behind the Sehun. Yifan didn't understand. Why did Chen not see he had good intensions? This only made the Prince upset, he didn't understand. Chen is supposed to belong to him. He didn't hate the singer, not one bit. As he looked at Sehun, his heart became heavy from the way the servant boy gripped his fingers on the belt at Chen's narrow waist and gently tugged the singer to follow at his steps.
Yifan walked over to the two, but held onto Chen's slim arm. Sehun halted; he slowly and nervously peered to his owner's younger brother. He felt his nerves hitching up a notch in fear. Sehun knew he was done for.
"I'll escort Chen," Yifan tried to make himself sound calm but authoritative because his heart was also racing in nervousness.
"My Lord, I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that," Sehun spoke broken in between the phrase. He bowed his head with Chen still behind him.
"Don't tempt me Sehun. I will have my way." Yifan's deep voice made Sehun's knees weak in fear.
The servant boy clearly knew what the Prince meant. Yifan already had his ways with him, but the moment Chen came in the palace, Yifan was more aggressive towards him. He's been slowly tortured without Luhan's knowledge. And he had new scars every time he did not queue the second Prince of Chen's whereabouts. He was ordered by Luhan to keep Chen away from anyone who seeked the singer. Sehun endured those tortures for Chen's protection. He didn't want Chen to be with Prince Yifan. The second prince was cold, vile, and so dangerously mysterious no one knew what he thought about. Everyone just knew that Prince Yifan was not someone who should be disobeyed, because consequences will arise at any given time.
"I'm deeply sorry my Prince, but I cannot let you escort Chen. I am under Prince Luhan's orders to only be with, Chen. We don't, belong to you." Sehun swiftly pulled the singer from Yifan's grasp. He apologized again and strode quickly away from the Prince.
Sehun knew he might not live tomorrow, but he had to make sure Chen did not have to deal with Prince Yifan. Their owner, Prince Luhan was already enough for the singer's mentality. He had to protect the small singer; he promised Chen's brothers that he will keep Chen safe, whatever it took, he was going to keep Chen alive. Sehun walked away as fast as his feet could take him. He urgently pushed the singer in front of him, away from harm; in this case, away from the second Prince.
Yifan could only stare. He wanted to jump on the servant boy with every aggravated fiber of his being and steal Chen away, but the dream, it still left his heart aching in fear that it just might become reality.
Yifan was actually afraid, that if he stole Chen away, Sehun might wake Luhan. If Luhan was awake, his brother might call the guards, and that might put Chen's life in danger. His precious beautiful being might be slain with those unholy palace guards' arrows. Yifan didn't want that to happen. So he let Sehun take Chen away. He can always get at the servant boy later. Right now, Yifan just wanted the little singer safe, unharmed, and alive.
A/N: Hope you liked! ^^ I cannot write smut without a plot (well especially for a fic like this). Await for part 2! Grammar? Sorry about that, can't help it. I tried to minimize that as much as I could.