in which hyunjin is a prince of a kingdom ruled by a terrible king and chan is the leader of a group that was created to kill the king
◖ a hyunchan au ◗
top! bangchan
bottom! hyunjin
ⓒ b3w1tch 2021
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It was morning time and the prince's body laid comfortably on the bed, his long raven hair spreading on the white pillowcase and his feet moving softly against the light sheets, as he woke up.
He lifted his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes and adjusting to the bright light that shined through the window.
Hyunjin then, opened his eyes and stared a few moments to the sky through the large window, remembering what happened yesterday.
His eyes roamed the blue sky, as he stood up from the bed and went through his hair with his fingers, untangling any hair knots created during sleep.
Then his stomach reminded him that it was very hungry, to the point where it began to hurt, making the boy lower his torso and rub his belly with his hands.
"What should I do?"
He circulated his eyes through the room and back to the sunny view from outside.
The prince let ou a sigh watching as birds flew through the sky. "Spring is almost here..."
"Prince?" A voice was heard outside his room and a slight knock on the door was heard.
"Come in."
The door was open to reveal Jisung with a tray and a closed smile on his lips. "Food."
Hyunjin's eyes widened slightly as he stared at the meal right in front of his eyes. "B-but, I shouldn't-"
"You should. C'mon, eat up!" The squirrel like boy spoke, letting out a quiet chuckle and sat on the bed, placing the tray on the prince's legs as he sat.
"If Chan founds out, will he be mad?" The young prince asked, glaring at Jisung while taking huge bites of his bread.
"Hum, most likely." The other boy mumbled, scratching his nape and shrugged his shoulders. "But who cares."
He stopped eating the strawberry jam sandwich and took a sip of the glass that contained orange juice.
"W-why does he hate me so much and why does everyone here hate me so much?" The boy asked in a low and trembling voice.
Jisung gulped hearing the prince and stood up, walking towards the large window.
"Is it because I'm the prince?" The boy continued.
"Everyone has different opinions on the matter." Jisung spoke, watching the view outside.
"For me, you staying with us is a blessing but for others is a curse." He confessed, moving his eyes towards the saddened prince, that finished off eating the bread.
"How do I gain their trust?" The young prince asked, looking at the older with serious eyes.
"With time." He muttered, hiding his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Aren't you cold? Dressed with only that?
