The Prince In Black and Gold (Taekook) ep 2

On the other side

Unknown

WHERE IS HE

The unknown man screamed, his voice laced with both fury and desperation. He swiped a vase off the nearest table, watching it shatter into countless pieces on the floor. The delicate porcelain shards scattered like his thoughts, leaving only broken fragments of his mind.

Unknown

Calm down,

his father,, said, with his voice deep and cold. He stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, watching his son’s outburst without a flicker of emotion.

The man ignored him, pacing the room like a predator searching for its prey. His eyes were wild with a madness that hadn’t been there before.

Unknown

"I need him! I need to find him now!" (With his voice cracking with emotion)

His mother, , stood quietly by the window, her face pale as she watched her son unravel. She knew what was happening, had seen this obsession before, and it made her stomach twist in knots.

Unknown

I’ll find him. I will bring him back, no matter what it takes,”

This voice broke through his mother thoughts. His eyes were wide with a twisted longing, a desperation that sent chills down his spine

Unknown

"I’ve been searching for him for so long, but it feels like he's slipping through my fingers. Tell me where he is!"

He shouted again, his voice full of pain and frustration

His father the cold patriarch of the family, walked over to his son and placed a heavy hand on his shoulder.

Unknown

"We will find him,. No one can escape you. I promise."

The storm outside howled in the distance, its sound almost matching the anger brewing within the unknown man. His breathing calmed slightly, but the fury in his eyes remained. In the shadows of the mansion, his older brother ,of the unknown man , stood with his arms crossed. His face was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a mix of concern and something darker. He wasn’t just his protector—he was also the one who shared in the burden of this own twisted obsession.

Unknown

"We’ll get him, little brother,"

His brother said quietly, stepping into the room with a cold, calculated voice. His gaze briefly flickered to his mother , then back to this little brother .

Unknown

"He will be yours, no matter the cost.

The maid his friend/maid, stood near the door, listening, his heart heavy with guilt and fear. He had witnessed this cycle before his obsession, his hunt, his insatiable need. He had always feared this day would come, the day when this man would go too far. But there was little he could do. The maids heart clenched as he looked at first prince . The older brother had always been protective of his little brother , but there was something darker in his words now. His obsession with his little brother had shifted over time, but it wasn’t just his brother who was consuming his thoughts. No— he had his own obsession now, one he tried to keep hidden from everyone. He was in love with his maid , and his feelings had only grown stronger over time. But the maid would never look at him the way he wanted. The maid was loyal to his little brother and to the family—he would never reciprocate the love he so desperately craved. And that was something he could never accept.

The second prince , still pacing, ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling beneath his skin.

Unknown

When will I have him? When will I be able to hold him again? To make him mine forever?" ( with a voice cracked, revealing the deep, twisted need that consumed him)

The mother , silent as ever, stayed by the window, her back to the family. She closed her eyes, her heart beating faster with each passing second. She didn’t want this for her son. She didn’t want this obsession, this madness. But there was nothing she could do but pray that he doesn’t find him for his sake and her sons At that moment, second prince grandmother entered the room, her presence filling the space with a strange calmness. She was an old woman, frail yet unyielding, with a sharpness in her eyes that made everyone around her uneasy.

Unknown

"Shush, my sweet boy

grandmother whispered, her voice low but firm. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Granny

We will find him. Do not worry. He will be yours, no matter the cost." No one is allowed to deny you

The second prince buried his face in her chest, his shoulders shaking as he clung to her.

Unknown

"Grandma... When? When will it end? When can I hold him again? I can’t wait any longer. I’ve searched everywhere. He’s gone... but I need him. I need him so badly."

His grandmother kissed the top of his head, her voice laced with the kind of cold assurance that only years of power and manipulation could bring.

Granny

Don’t worry. We’ll find him. No one can escape you,. He’ll be yours. All yours."

Her words echoed through the room like a promise, but he felt an unease settle in his chest. Deep down, he knew that this hunt, this obsession, would cost him more than he could ever imagine.

First price, standing by the doorway, spoke again, his tone a little more reassuring this time.

Unknown

We’ll get him, brother. No matter what it takes. No one can stand in our way."

Unknown

"Yes," ( his father agreed, with his voice cold and authoritative). "He will be yours. We will hunt him down if we must."

Unknown

(noddeding his head almost feverish look in his eyes). "Yes. He will be mine."

His grandmother, exchanged a sharp look at the first prince and his father saying find him immediately with out any cost and not wanting to see tears on her precious grandsons face

But in the corner of the room, the maid stayed silent. His heart pounded in his chest, but he didn’t dare speak out. He could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on him. He loved his friend —truly—but he couldn’t bring himself to agree with this madness. His mind raced as he watched his family’s actions unfold, especially the queens. He knew that he had her own reasons for staying silent—reasons born from years of fear and submission. But deep down, Hobi could feel her conflict too. She didn’t want her son to find his lover. She didn’t want him to lose himself completely in this obsession. And neither did he.

He prayed, silently, that they never found him. He prayed that second prince obsession would die down, that they would never cross the line.

But deep down, he knew that was impossible. And what terrified him the most—what made his heart race in a mixture of dread and longing—was the idea that he would be caught in the middle of this madness. Not just between second prince and his lover, but between the dark pull by the first prince had on him. His obsession was becoming something dangerous, and he was terrified of being drawn into it.

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