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Upstairs, away from the crowd and the commotion of the ball, Haechan and Mark found themselves in a quiet, secluded room. The moonlight filtered through the large windows, casting a soft glow on their faces.

Haechan paced back and forth, running a hand through his hair. "You've been a prince?"

Mark nodded, trying to gauge Haechan's reaction. "Yeah—"

Haechan cut him off, his voice rising in disbelief. "This whole time I've had a crush on a prince?"

Mark blinked, taken aback. "Yeah— Wait, what?"

Haechan stopped pacing and turned to face Mark, his eyes wide and his voice trembling. "I'm freaking out."

Mark stepped closer, concern etched on his face. "Haechan, it's still me. I'm still the same person."

Haechan shook his head, trying to process the information. "I know, but it's just... a lot to take in. All this time, I've been crushing on you, and now I find out you're a prince?"

Mark reached out, gently placing his hands on Haechan's shoulders. "Hey, listen to me. I'm still the same Mark you've always known. Being a prince doesn't change who I am or how I feel about you."

Haechan looked up at Mark, his eyes searching for reassurance. "But why didn't you tell me?"

Mark sighed, his expression softening. "I wanted to, but I didn't want it to change things between us. I didn't want you to see me differently or feel pressured."

Haechan's shoulders relaxed slightly, and he let out a shaky breath. "It's just a lot to wrap my head around. But you know what? It doesn't change how I feel about you either."

Mark smiled, relief flooding his features. "I'm glad to hear that."

Haechan's lips curled into a small smile. "So, what now? Do we go downstairs and dance, or do we stay up here and freak out a little more?"

Mark chuckled, pulling Haechan into a hug. "How about a bit of both? But first, I'd really like to know... Do you want to be with me, prince or not?"