C H A P T E R

T H I R T Y O N E

B L U E

In the kingdom of Busan, Seokjin was standing between two bodyguards, wrapping an arm around him as Shin Han Sol stared at them in disbelief. The old man rested his hands on the red throne's arm, studying the three.

"Sir, your son, he's back . . . " one of them said eyeing the other and cleared his throat.

"Shin Han Sol-ssi, your son, Kim Seok—"

"Silence!" Shin Han Sol roared and everyone went silent, wide-eyed. "I'm not dumb you fools, " he said staring at Seokjin with grave anger and disappointment. "Everyone may go to another room while I and my son have a little talk," servants, jester, and the other official bowed fairly, hurrying out of the large room, knowing what was about to occur.

As soon as the room was empty, leaving only Shin Han Sol and Seokjin, the chestnut walked on the red carpet, approaching his father who he considered wasn't his father at all. But more of a beast.

"Kim Seokjin, do you have any idea what I'd do if you continue this?" He growled, throwing a vicious glare at his son.

Seokjin's eyes left his father's onto the floor, his eyes were shaking with glass. He then snapped his head up, looking directly at his father with brave but tear eyes.

"You can kill me."

"Oh . . . " Shin Han Sol outrageously laughed, caressing his long thick grey beard with a smile curving on his white slightly wrinkled face.

"I said you can kill me," Seokjin answered.

"Oh but not like this."

"JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" Seokjin burst, a tear slipped from the corner of his dim brown eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat. What was he thinking, he needed Hoseok and his friends safe, but this was the only way.

Either he'd die or leave their side.

"You know I wouldn't kill someone precious as my son."

"I'm not your son."

"I'm afraid you are. We're blood relatives so it makes us related."

"You're blood to me is blue. And that makes you someone else, not human."

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

"Wait . . . what are you doing—"

The glass shattered and so the chandelier began to move in the air as the cold wind swirled into the vast royal old room.

He could only think of one person that would be here, right now. Not now, but forever.

Him.