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After running for who knows how long, Taeyong finds himself following Doyoung to the edge of the forests they just ran through and into a medium sized boat. Without a second thought, the prince got on after Doyoung along with the other seven who were following close behind.
As they drifted away from shore, the boat was silent. Everyone was trying to catch their breath from their lengthy full-speed run. Taeyong sat down and Doyoung sat beside him. He watched as Doyoung’s brother walked over to Jaehyun’s brother and rested his head on the other’s shoulder.
“So where are we going?” Taeyong was the first to break the silence. He was honestly curious, and very happy he hasn’t died… yet?
“You’ll see,” Jaehyun’s brother talks with a smile, his eyes sparkling, which Doyoung’s brother is sure to complement.
The rest of the boat ride is quiet, the only talking done after Taeyong’s question was when Doyoung gave Taeyong a pair of his clothes and told him to change. As the boat reached a dock at a new piece of land, the prince watched as everyone put on their hoods and he followed. He then watched as one of the males created a hole in the bottom of the boat and him and another pushed it as far as they could from where they docked.
As the boat went with the current, away from where they were, Taeyong watched as it slowly began to sink, along with his coronation clothes that Doyoung had told him to keep there. They then walked through a small village and continued up a mountain.
When they get closer to the top, Taeyong sees a house begin to appear. After they get to the top of the hill, the house is fully visible. It doesn’t look too big, if anything it looks like a small cottage that could barely even hold a family, let alone nine people. It is still a beautiful cottage, however, the outside is a cream color with wood around it. The door is green and there are little round windows onit.
Not long after arriving, the door of the cottage swings open and a male walks out smiling. He looks around and gives a small bow before turning his attention to the male that created the hole in the boat to sink it.
“Yangyang!” the male happily says while running to the cottage owner’s arms and jumping, giving him a short peck on the lips. No one cringes at the scene, anyone can tell that the two haven’t seen each other in a while.
“I missed you so much renjunie,” the other says with a smile, putting the smaller down. He then turns and smiles at the prince and the others. “Let’s go in.”
When they walk in, Taeyong isn’t surprised by the inside of the cottage. Everything about the cottage was like fairy-tales that the prince used to read to his brother. It's like he has already seen everything within the small cottage. He follows Yangyang and the others through the house and up into a room. The room is basic with yellowish walls and a bed. There isn’t much to it, until Yangyang walks to the wardrobe and pulls it down. After the wardrobe has been removed from its place, a doorway is shown that the others begin to walk into.
Taeyong follows Doyoung and only looks back to see Yangyang setting it back into place. Although it is dark, the tunnel floor is smooth so no one trips. After walking for a while, the group is met with several doors in front of them, many having locks on them. Yangyang goes to the one on the far right, the door having vines growing all over it. He unlocks it quickly and the group walks into the door. They are met with a wall of vines that they walk behind and then are met with another, more modern house. The house is bigger than the cottage they walked through.
They walk towards the house and when they get in they are met with a modern white kitchen and wall, the other side being a nice and open living room with a large window. While looking around, Taeyong feels Doyoung grab his hand and he leads him up wide stairs and into a room. The room has a queen sized bed, a dresser, and plenty of room to move around. There is also a door to a bathroom that connects to the room.
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