The Rotten Apple

#Chapter6 The Rotten Apple

It was late when jongin left the room again.

It had felt like he was in there too long watching the siren sleep all bandaged up under blankets in that huge bed that made it look even smaller laying all wounded up in it.

He cursed himself for that he had stared so long at its face.

It was a siren afterall. Its looks were meant to be appealing to a man's eyes so it would be easier to seduce them.

But jongin didnt want to seem so weak to be influenced by a siren that isnt even conscious, let alone one thats appearance was a boy...

his father would be ashamed of him.

/" ah jongin.. you're worrying too much /" his uncle walked toward him once the old man has spotted him walking through the halls.

Jongin only glared shaking his hand off his shoulders.

/" none of this would've happened if you knew how to place your guards and hadn't bluntly accepted anyone to see you in the castle !/"