Our Fairytale - [Minsung] [ENG VER.]

III

Jisung remembered in great detail his long hours of practice to be able to dance with a woman in some royal hall lost among so many kingdoms. He remembered the fingers intertwined with his dancing partner and remembered the thousands of melodies they played in a corner on that piano he loved so much, he remembered the sheet music more than the color of the girl's dress. He remembered more the time of the day and how beautiful the sun was coming through the window than the woman's eyes or the scent she had. Perhaps now he realized that there were details that simply stood out to him more than others.

Was what he was thinking even right? He could hear his mother's words saying 'Before you act, think twice, once as a human and once as a future king.' Sure, his thought as a human was to kiss the soft lips of the raven boy and let himself melt in a love that was forbidden by the basic rules of the world they lived in. His thought as a human was impulsive and poorly thought out, because the truth was that he only thought once, not twice.

No, he didn't think about what that act would do to his great future. He didn't think of his mother with her index finger raised telling him that this posture was wrong, that this way of gripping was unstable and that if anyone saw that it would be the very doom for a crown he didn't wear yet.

He didn't think of Seungmin telling him that if he wanted to've a good image in front of everyone, first he had to've a good one in front of the mirror, in front of him. He didn't think of Hyunjin repeating that a title isn't more important than the heart and its stability. Maybe, he didn't think about anything and that's why he just did it.

No matter, anyway, he's still that golden child who now finds himself in a garden that no one visits, in a kingdom that doesn't belong to anyone and believing that for one night he was but one color among many. Taking advantage of his lack of identity in front of the rest and feeling his heart racing as if it were right, as if the rest would accept that their king has a bigger attraction to men than to women.

Because it was true, Jisung remembered nothing of that dance partner but of that black-haired boy a few centimeters from his face, breathing the same air as him, remembered even the smallest detail. His sharp and preciously protruding nose, his lips that used to curl upwards every time he finished a sentence and his precious gaze, deeper than the longest of the oceans, darker than the night of their meeting and brighter than the golden suit itself. It was simply unique, even if he tried his best to see it elsewhere, he wouldn't succeed. Was that what HyunJin called 'Love at first sight'? That thrilling act even if he didn't know his real name? Or was it just the little alcohol in his veins and the urge to run away for a few seconds from his title?

Anyway, Jisung rested his palm on the black-haired's chest and moved his body away little by little to make a bigger space between them, his eyes still closed being unable to remove the burning from his cheeks and the embarrassment from his chest. He licked his lips, felt the presence of the black-haired's lips on his as if they were still there, remembering every detail. His hand on his waist, pressing gently; his breath on his face, bristling his skin; his black hair falling over his gaze, which only seemed to belong to him that night.

"I see you not only know how to dance well, Young crow," Jisung opened his eyes, but his gaze was on the floor and his hands were still on the eldest's chest, pulling him half a meter away from the blond.

A smile made presence on the lips of the black-haired, who took Jisung's hands and pushed them aside, only to move a step closer to the blond again and lift his chin with his other hand. Their eyes met once more under the bright moon that would keep all secrets as if it were a good friend.

"What's your name, golden child?" asked the older one, searching for an answer in the youngest's shining mask. Jisung licked his lips, knowing that he had already thought like a human, now he must think like a king.