The Princes Street Rat

26 - Grace and poise

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Jisung woke up in the prince's room, covered in a blanket.

The prince's blanket. He was sure of it, he recognised this distinct scent, he sure he's perceived this before, I'm another life, when he was face down, pressed flush against the prince's bed when they—

Holy heavens no.

What was he thinking?

The room was empty, eerily quiet – good news for him. He was grateful for that because the prince would have caught him sniffing his blankets like a mad man otherwise.

He had no doubts that it was the prince's, though he had no clue how he ended up with it. It could have been the prince, handing him the blanket in the course of the night. But that'd be a far too kind gesture.

The prince couldn't care less about him, so it's a mystery that he was in possession of an item of his. Even for the night, even for those few lonely hours.

It's a thought that Jisung doesn't like to cross but this could be the prince warming up to him. Or merely a moment of weakness. He was aware that the prince wasn't always sardonic and sour. Sure, it was mostly all he saw but he knew he was capable of kindness. He'd felt it first-hand when he first arrived.

When the prince gazed at him with awe as he ate, when he pulled his cheeks as he had light hearted banter with his parents.

It makes him think of what could have been if everything hadn't gone downhill. If he hadn't pushed him away after he'd crossed boundaries and stolen a kiss on that cursed night.

Would he still he here, as the object of his affection; as he moved in secret, stealing from his home?

Could he have asked for the crystals and they shall be given without as much as a flick of a wrist? Minho did say once that he'd give him anything he desired.

Would he have cared that he was a conniving dragon? Hold him despite him noticing the hints dark blue glimmering in his hair?

A knock on the door interrupted him.

He wasn't sure if he had the authority to answer. It wasn't his room after all. He watched the door open ever slowly.

Felix's blonde head emerged from the crack. He looked around the room with uncertainty before his eyes fell on Jisung's little round headl dangling the floor of the room, next to the bed.

"I don't know why I did not check for you here earlier? You have a guest coming to see you." Felix walked into the room.

"A guest?"

"Mhm-hm. You better not be late because he's so prim and proper about stuff like that. You'll just have to get ready in record time, you hear?"

"Right."

Felix crouched on the ground in front of the dragon and observed his neck.

"What are you doing?"

"I was just checking if you're in need of ointments."

"Why would I need ointments?" Jisung slapped his neck like there was something to hide. His heart raced at the realisation at the insinuation Felix was making with that statement. "Nothing happened between him and I. Nothing ever will."