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masquerade
Jisung stepped out of the white, classy changing room to see what his custom-made dress looked like on him. He walked past all the nobles, leaving them with faces filled with shock and whispers of adoration. A shy smile slowly crept on his red-tinted face as he slowly walked in front of the glass mirror.
The white thin yet flowy and poofy dress fit exactly like how he wanted it, long and oversized like a bedgown. It slightly showed a silhouette of his curves and his legs but, it didn't really bother him since it didn't show anything bad.
"The dress looks better on you than I thought it would." One of the royal knights walked up to Jisung with a hand behind his back, motioning him to walk with him.
"Thank you. It fits exactly like how I wanted it to." Jisung smiled at the knight as they made their way out of the changing room area.
"Oh yeah, I have your mask for the masquerade party. Seungmin finished it a few minutes ago and wanted me to deliver it to you." The knight took out a box that was wrapped in pink silk with white embroidery outlining it.
"I can't wait to wear it!" Jisung's face lit up with excitement as he took the box out of the knight's hand and hugged it tightly against his chest, making sure it had no way of dropping out of his hands.
"One last thing," The knight sat his hand on the arch of Jisung's back and pulled him close. Too close. He whispered in his ear, "I hope you can find me on the ballroom floor tonight." The sound of excitement was evident in his voice.
"Ah, okay." Jisung, who was clearly uncomfortable, smiled awkwardly, slipped his way out of the knight's grasp, and speed-walked back to the changing room area. He let out a sigh of relief and made his way back into the white changing room he was in before.
The pink silk that was in his hands fascinated him. His heart was beating against his ribs as he was literally shaking with excitement. But before he could even remove the pink silk, one of the maids knocked twice on the changing room door, scaring the life out of him.
"Master Jisung, here is your footwear." She slid the white Mary Janes with matching white ankle socks underneath the dressing room door so it's inside the small space.
"Thank you!" He leaned and slid the Mary Janes and the white ankle socks close to him and focused his attention back on the pink silk-covered box that was currently sitting on his lap. A smile grew on his face as he unwrapped the pink silk and opened the white leathered box. "Wow." Jisung was in pure shock. He looked at the mask he was to wear at the masquerade ball.
It was a white lace mask that matched his dress perfectly. On the side of the mask, there was a beautiful pattern of flowers in silver embroidery. He couldn't wait to put on the beautiful mask and rushed to put on his socks and the white Mary Janes.
"Master Jisung, the party is starting soon and the king wants you sitting on your throne as soon as possible." The maid who knocked on the changing room door earlier called out to him once he got his footwear on.
"Okay, tell him I'm coming."
"Yes, master Jisung." The maid quickly left the changing rooms like she was never there, leaving Jisung who was still in amazement at his masquerade mask. He could tell that Seungmin went all out as his request was something that suited Seungmin's tastes and was quite simple for him to make.
A small smile was quick to form on his face as he exited the changing rooms, leaving everyone with faces filled with tears since word got out that he might join the "Who Dressed The Best?" competition that was after the masquerade ball.
Now that he's thinking about it, he never really stayed after the masquerade balls that his family held. He always left the ballroom in a hurry to annoy the life out of Seungmin (which is fun for him) and see the projects that he's working on for the other nobles who specifically requested him.
His thoughts were interrupted by his father picking him up and spinning around in circles as soon as he stepped foot into the ballroom.
"Father, please put me down," He shut his eyes tight and held his gown down so it wouldn't ride up and show his bloomers. "Now."
"I can't be happy to see my own son?" His father finally sat him down and let out a hearty laugh as he followed Jisung who was heading towards the thrones. "Jisung, before you sit down your mother wants to have a small talk with you at the water fountain." His father pointed towards the courtyard entrance that's inside the ballroom, beautifully outlined in all sorts of flowers.
That woman isn't my mother. She is a witch. Jisung opened the beautiful wooden doors that lead into the courtyard and spotted the witch who is anything but his mother.
"Jisung, come here right now." She motioned him to come over. He sighed, knowing he had no choice but to listen to her.
"Okay." Jisung walked on the rose petal-covered path, taking his sweet time to get to his step-mother. Which was the exact opposite of what she wanted. He was slowly ticking her off and it was visible in her face. It was quite amusing, honestly.
"Jisung. I need you to come here. Now." She commanded through gritted teeth. Her neck veins were showing like she was holding back her anger.
"You don't see me walking?" Jisung smiled teasingly at her. He liked to see what she would do since she can't physically harm him.
"I asked you one simple thing you spoiled brat!" She stomped over to Jisung and gave him a harsh slap.
Jisung smiled and touched his stinging cheek, "If I told my father about this. . ." He mumbled under his breath and looked up at his stepmother. "Are you satisfied with slapping me?" He questioned, his voice was cold and sharp. Something the stepmother never knew he could do.
"Shut up and be a good boy for your daddy." She insulted her way out of the conversation and ran towards the wooden doors.
"I swear I hate her," Jisung whispered to himself and walked towards the wooden doors.
hi!-
"The masquerade ball is starting now! Please wear your masks and you might just find a pretty one!" The king announced and raised a glass, earning cheers from everyone in the large ballroom.
Jisung relaxed a bit on his throne before thinking about the sentence the king just said. "What does that even mean? It makes no sense at all." He furrowed his eyebrows.
"It's not supposed to make sense!" The king let out a loud hearty laugh before sitting back down on his throne. "It's just something my father used to say." He smiled at the crowd of people dancing and enjoying the variety of wine.
"Well, this took quite a turn."
"It has so, to relieve the mood. . ." The king stood up. "I want everyone in here to take turns dancing with my son, and-"
Jisung's stepmother finished his sentence. "And whoever manages to make him smile is the one who shall take his hand in marriage!"
"What?!" The king looked at his wife who had a smile on her face.
"All of a sudden?! Wait let me-" Jisung couldn't talk before being suddenly pulled off his throne and taken to the middle of the ballroom floor.
His head started spinning as he couldn't tell where he was going. People are greeting him and asking for his hand. More people trying to make him smile and laugh with corny jokes. Why couldn't somebody take him away from this mess of a ball?
"Jisung?" He heard the voice of the knight call out to him from behind. He opened his eyes and turned around, only to be dragged away from the crowd and out of the ballroom. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" The knight cupped his cheeks and looked around his face making sure there were no bruises or marks anywhere.
"No, no, I'm fine." Jisung softly pushed the knight away and combed his hair back so he could see clearly. "But what are you doing here? And why are we in the garden?"
"Well, since I did manage to save you from that crowd and from anyone taking your hand in marriage. . . Don't you think I deserve a reward?"
"Hm. Okay. I'll give you one of our handmade wine bottles."
"I don't want wine, Jisung." The knight backed Jisung onto the stone wall that surrounded the garden. He leaned into Jisung's ear and whispered. "I want you."
TW! Sexual assault!
"What?" Jisung's heart was beating against his ribs. He was scared and not only that, it was night and he was alone with a perverted, horny knight.
The knight smiled at Jisung and held the said boys' wrists above his head. Jisung looked so vulnerable that it made the boner in his pants leak of precum. He made Jisung look up at him with his free hand and connected their lips. He slipped his tongue inside of Jisung's wet cavern and explored every inch of it, filling Jisung's mouth with his disgusting presence.
"Be a good boy for me, okay?" The knight smiled and kissed Jisung's neck. His hand sliding down Jisung's shaking body and resting on the arch of his back.
"Stop, please," Jisung whispered. A tear sliding down his cheek only to be wiped away by the knight.
"Don't cry. This is my reward for saving you, right?" The knight started tearing Jisung's handmade dress off harshly. He was blinded by the dream of having Jisung scream his name which only made him tear it apart faster with both hands.
Jisung pushed the knight away with his now free hands. Tears slightly blinded his vision but that didn't stop him from running to the backup entrance that connected the garden and the castle. He knows he didn't have that much time until the guard starts chasing after him and probably does something worse.
Sexual Assault end!
In the distance, Jisung saw a man with short black hair walking down the halls. He called out to him. "Pardon me, sir!"
"Hm? Oh hello," The man turned around and bowed at Jisung. "Who roughed you up like this, love?" He furrowed his eyebrows and took off his long coat wrapping it around Jisung's shoulders.
"I'm being followed." Jisung put his arms through the sleeves of the jackets to feel the comfortable warmth surround his body.
"Stay close." The man pulled Jisung towards his chest and held him there. He wrapped his arms securely around Jisung's fragile body and turned him around so he's not facing the hall where the knight should be. "Is it one of your royal knights?"
"Yes."
"May I ask why he's chasing you?"
"He 'saved' me from the painful crowd my step-mother created and wanted a reward in return,"
"The reward was you?"
"He did. . He did these terrible, terrible things to me and I couldn't even let out a scream. I feel so dirty." Jisung felt his tears fall.
"Look at me," The man took off his mask and looked down at Jisung. A sad smile crossed his face. "It's not your fault love. . It's that horny bastard's fault. He tried to take something with such innocence away for himself and he was destroyed by it." He leaned down slightly and softly kissed Jisung's wet cheek. "You did well running away and finding me. Don't let him get to you, okay?"
Jisung nodded.
"Words love."
"Okay." Jisung smiled at the man.
The man took a deep breath in before taking out his revolver. The knight was in the distance running towards them with a shovel in his hands.
"What's your name? I'm Minho."
"I'm Jisung."
"Okay, Jisung, love? I need you to cover your ears for me. Can you do that for me, baby?"
Jisung blushed at the pet names. "Okay." He obeyed and covered his ears.
Minho aimed the revolver at the knight and shot him in between his eyes. "You're doing so good for me love." The sound of the gun firing echoed throughout the castle and hopefully, it wasn't heard in the ballroom. But just in case. . .
"Jisung,"
"Yes?"
"Take me to your room."
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