A werewolf story (Cover edit: Made by me)
~ Hyunjin harshly wiped his wretched tears and screamed, "You promised you wouldn't lie to me!
"There are things more important than our promise!", Chan replied, his face lacked the familiar warmth.
"You pro...
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Note: The above is what is called a timpani. It's a musical instrument mentioned in this chapter.
Also I would recommend you to watch Hyunjin's dance cover on play with fire on youtube if you haven't already. This chapter is heavily inspired from it. It will help you visualise better.Just imagine him as blonde though. 😅
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Author's P.O.V
Last night the three younger princes returned to their rooms with newfound hope of their hyung finally being happy again and getting healed. They hoped that the Moons would be proven right. And the younger Moons hoped that they could prove themselves to be true.
But Chan only prayed that night. He prayed to the Moon Goddess for Hyunjin to be alright in his room. Inspite living in the same place, he couldn't comfort or console Hyunjin. He couldn't go near him. He wouldn't until Hyunjin himself let him do so. And he knew that the younger wouldn't obviously be completely okay. But he still prayed since it was the only he could do as he welcomed another sleepless night. . . . The morning air was filled with the melody of the birds chirping, as soft rays of the sun lit up the entire palace through its large windows.
Hyunjin woke up due to that sunlight to find himself in a pool of his own dried up tears. He was lying in a corner on the ground near the bed. He had been hugging his knees as he slept. His eyes ached due to the light.
He dragged himself up, inspite of being terribly exhausted, washed himself and wore his outfit, white coloured, with sofisticated designed fabric and pearl earings. He tied his hair in a half pony with a white ribbon and used a pinksih white rose stem to keep it in place. He has been using flowers to tie his hair as their sweet smell helped him feel less sick all the time. Any flower except jasmines. The scent of which he used to love the most.
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He looked every bit of the delicate prince the world must think he is as he stood in front of the mirror. But his eyes still held the ghost of his tears he shed last night before falling alseep unknowingly.
