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🩸 EPISODE 5 — "The Kiss of Death"
Minji sat frozen on the iron bed, still gasping for air.
The chains above her clinked softly — whispering, laughing.
Across the room, Yoongi rose from his throne.
Every step he took toward her was slow — deliberate — like a wolf stalking a rabbit too weak to run.
His silver hair gleamed under the sick blue candlelight.
His black eyes glittered with something cruel.
Minji shrank back instinctively, but there was nowhere to go.
The castle walls leaned in, trapping her with him.
He stopped in front of her, towering over her trembling form.
"You're so sweet when you’re scared," Yoongi murmured, voice low and sharp.
"It makes me want to ruin you even faster."
"W-why are you doing this to me?" she whispered.
He tilted his head, studying her like she was a puzzle he already knew how to break.
"Because," he said, voice almost gentle, "I need to see how much you can survive... before you finally break."
Before she could move, Yoongi grabbed her chin — fingers cold and rough — and forced her to look up at him.
His touch burned.
Not warm — it scorched her soul.
Her body screamed in fear.
And something else — something terrifying — answered deep inside her.
Yoongi smirked when he saw it.
"Even your body wants me," he whispered darkly.
"How pathetic."
He leaned down, so close she could feel his breath on her mouth.
"You know what happens if I kiss you," he said.
"You know it'll kill you."
Minji shook her head violently, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Yoongi’s smile sharpened into something wicked.
"Then beg," he murmured.
"Beg me not to destroy you."
Minji tried to speak — to plead — but her voice broke into sobs.
Yoongi watched, unmoved, his black eyes gleaming.
Then he lowered himself onto the bed beside her, one hand trapping her thigh, the other tilting her face back up.
Slowly — painfully slowly — he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip.
Tracing it.
Teasing it.
Claiming it.
Minji whimpered under his touch.
"You’re mine," he whispered, voice rough and dark.
"And tonight, little lamb, I decide how much you suffer."
Without another word, he crushed his mouth against hers.
It wasn't gentle.
It wasn’t soft.
It was destruction.
His kiss was bruising, cruel — devouring her like he wanted to consume every last piece of her soul.
The second their lips touched, the chains overhead screamed —
the candles exploded into blood-red flame —
the entire castle shuddered like it was dying.
And inside Minji’s chest, something snapped.
A sharp, violent pain exploded in her heart — as if her body itself was rejecting him.
Yoongi didn't stop.
He kissed her deeper, harsher, forcing her lips apart, stealing every breath from her lungs.
His hands roamed her body — possessive, rough — gripping her waist, her hips, her throat.
Holding her there.
Trapping her.
Minji's body burned, torn between terror and something darker.
Her mind screamed to fight.
But her soul — twisted by fear, by the curse, by him — ached for more.
When he finally tore his mouth from hers, she collapsed against him, barely conscious.
Breathless.
Broken.
Yoongi stared down at her — her swollen lips, her glassy eyes, her ruined innocence — and smiled with brutal satisfaction.
"You survived the kiss," he murmured against her ear.
"Barely."
He dragged her closer, pulling her into his lap like she weighed nothing.
His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.
"But that was just the beginning, little lamb," he whispered against her skin.
"Tonight, I'll teach you all the other ways you can die for me."
Outside, the blood rain fell harder.
The cursed castle moaned in hunger.
And Minji — lost in the arms of the monster prince — realized she had crossed a line there was no coming back from.