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The prince and the.....?

"I am trapped here in this high tower, lonely and desperate" the prince thought, looking at his reflection in the mirror on the room's wall. His reflection being his only friend, for all those long, painful years.... It was crazy.... A prince trapped in a tower? That was against all kind of popular beliefs, all stories told before, all social norms and conventions. Princesses could be trapped in castles, high towers and caves- prisoners of wicked dragons, wild and dangerous beasts or malevolent witches. Princesses not princes. Princesses always gets rescued by brave princes, noble warriors in shiny armors or fairy creatures. But who could save a Prince? How pathetic it is to be a Prince trapped in a tower? A tear started to escape the prince eye, running down his cheek, wetting his beautiful face - but before the tear could drop down his chin and onto the floor, the tear muted, changing his form, becoming a tear of hard rock that fell and broke into a thousand pieces while hitting the ground. The prince looked down, a frozen expression- he though that..... he thought.... he... he....."
"DAMN!"- Minho abruptly dropped his laptop on the bed and got up irritated. Thanks to Wookyung and his friend he hadn't slept a minute that night, he had been rolling in his sheets all night, unable to catch a break from the noises that the two men were making in the other room and unable to catch a break from his own thoughts. The excitement and the new found inspiration from the night before had been completely wiped out as soon as he had begun to type on his computer.... He had thought that at that rate it was better to go to sleep and to try to write something the next morning. Now he was almost missing the sleeping pill Wookyung had given him the first night- if Wookyung lead that type of life, giving sleeping pills to his clients wasn't a violation, it was a kind gesture after all, especially to the ones who were staying in rooms next to his.
Minho looked up his reflection on the mirror of the bathroom, his dark circles evident, his face looked tired and quite dull, it gave him a "noir vibe", he looked like a tormented writer, like a torn soul- "well I am a torn soul, after all" - Minho bitterly laughed at himself.
He changed in simple clothes that he had brought to stay in hotel ( even before the unlucky incident with the passport ) and headed out of his room, directed to the the room he had had breakfast the day before.
He peeked out of his room careful, Wookyung didn't seem to be anywhere near- he sighed, relieved. "Well he must be tired, the bastard" he thought. Despite being tired and sleep deprived Minho kept thinking about his situation... "seducing Wookyung?! What was he thinking? How could an heterosexual man like him, who wasn't even a Casanova with the women ( despite his good looks ) seduce a guy like Wookyung... who was an.....homosexual? bisexual? pansexual man?..... whatever he was, Wookyung didn't seem someone who would settle and fall for a naive type of flirting and seduction... he was wild, sexual, bold, aggressive, reckless, shameless... shameless, maybe that was the right word to describe him. No matter how beautiful and angelic he looked, how pure his appearance was - he was sinful... and.... dirty (?)" - that thought caused a flush of blood to go straight to Minho's manhood. "THE HELL?!?" Minho felt indeed a torn soul, Wookyung kept bothering him one way or another.... "why... was he feeling, turned on, now?" "Right after having despised Wookyung all night for his screams and moans, and for the way they hadn't let him sleep.... And after all... that roughness, the aggressive tone of voice, the pet names, they lewd sounds....were they really that hot? It all seemed to came straight from a cheap porn movie or a mainstream erotic book if he had to be honest. There sure were things that were more exciting than that.... Like bodies latched together, bodies that loved each other, tongues that danced in sultry but sweet movements - in the morning light with the window opened and a breezy wind coming through, with pale rays of sun shyly illuminating the lovers' bodies- a hand reaching down, fingers dancing near the belly button and then going south, teasingly playing with the hair of the happy trail leading to the man's most intimate part... Wookyung's hand..."
Wookyung's hand tapped ritmically on a glass filled with orange colored juice
- "Oh here you are, good morning Minho!"- Wookyung greeted him, sat the at the breakfast table - Minho swallowed- froze where he was standing... the thought he was going through just a second before sure not helping.
"Why are you up so early in the morning?" Wookyung asked gingerly, pouring himself coffee in his mug and gesturing Seonghwa to come to their table. "Come on, have a seat Minho"
Minho sat at the table feeling somehow defeated "Better, why are YOU up so early in the morning?" Minho asked sarcastically. "Where's your friend, is he still sleeping?" he asked with an unimpressed tone. "I don't think I have slept a minute because of you two- I would like to change room if that's possible..."
Minho bit his tongue right after saying that, he somehow never managed to watch his mouth when he spoke to Wookyung, he always ended up lashing at him, speaking to him in a bitter and sarcastic manner. At that rate he wasn't going to seduce anyone...
"Ah Riccardo actually left this morning very early- he had things to do. Anyway about your sleep.... I'm sorry if I bothered you- Well for your information I think I'm planning to abstain for a while, I'm feeling quite bored lately.... Still I was thinking of inaugurate this period having sex for one last time, but don't worry- I'll move somewhere else, no business in the bedroom tonight. You gave me a good idea actually, I think I'll set up a threesome in the hotel's club tonight. Great idea!"
Minho listened to Wookyung's answer while his ears were turning all hot and flushed and the restraint in his pants was growing harder and more uncomfortable.
Wookyung always managed to leave him speechless, but he found it in him to speak again and boldly asked Wookyung "And why is it that you're bored lately? You're doing it too much it doesn't feel good anymore? Because yesterday, judging from your moan..."
"It's because I get bored to catch easy preys after a while" Wookyung cut him off, subtly quirking his eyebrow, a playful smile darting up and curling the corners of his mouth while he took a sip of his coffee looking at Minho with a suggestive look.
Minho cleared his throat... he was really at a loss of words this time- but he was saved by Seonghwa, the waiter, who came to his rescue and asked Minho what he wanted for breakfast.
Minho hoped he hadn't heard any of their conversation, but Seonghwa looked like he was just extremely used to that type of things.
"So, anyway - I was thinking we could hang out this afternoon and go to do some shopping- if you're going to stay here for a while- I think it's better for you to have some more clothes, a few elegant changes as well"
"Why? I'm just confined in this hotel- I don't really have anything to do. I don't need more clothes.... And formal clothes..., why?" - Minho asked perplexed.
"Oh but you are not confined in this hotel Minho! You can go around, you can visit the city, and we organize a lot of parties here at the hotel! You're gonna need clothes!" Wookyung explained.
"What if I don't wanna attend the part"
"You will" Wookyung cut him off.
"I'm gonna let you have breakfast and relax, then we'll go out shopping this afternoon. 3 p.m. in the hall. Be on time!"
"But I don't even have enough money with me..." Minho insisted.
"You're not gonna pay for anything don't worry. It's all on me!" said
Wookyung, standing up and winking at Minho before heading out, leaving him alone at the table.
Minho shook his head incredulous.