sanctuary \\ minsung

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Woojin chewed on his bottom lip, ripping at the pieces of skin that was flaking off from being dehydrated. He was too worried to eat or drink anything which was taking a toll on his body. He knew he should really take care of his body, just in case something went wrong, but couldn't push himself to do it, the thoughts of Minho consuming his mind, making him go into a shell of himself.

It had been four days since Minho went missing and he hadn't been found, there were no signs of him anywhere. Changbin had rode his horse to the point of exhaustion searching for the missing prince after finding two sets of footprints outside of the home, which had led deep into the woods but they came up empty when the tracks suddenly disappeared. Changbin had thought he might've been kidnapped by a scout but there was no talk of it anywhere when he went searching, which was surely to travel quickly through neighbouring towns near the palace. It'd be the talk of any place, of a crown prince being reanimated from the dead. No scout would keep a secret of finding the supposed dead prince. So Changbin had returned to Woojin empty handed and a defeated expression.

"I don't know what to do Woojin and I'm stuck on what else I can do, I have no idea where he is." Changbin had said as soon as he appeared in front of the concerned male. "We need help."

Woojin had frowned at that, knowing exactly what he meant by 'help'. "How are they going to help though? They don't know anything about tracking, they aren't trained in your field... and you know for sure they're both going to hate us, for keeping the truth that Minho is alive."

"Woojin, I don't know if they'll be able to help physically but emotionally yes, both you and I can't keep doing this alone anymore, especially you. You need Chan and you know it, you can't always stay with Minho, what he needs is Jisung and you know that too." Changbin sucked a sharp breathe between his teeth, his head shaking as Woojin looked at him with a displeased gaze. "They have to find out sometime, we might as well tell them now while Minho isn't here to stop us. I think once we find him, he'll need Jisung more than ever."

"I don't like this..." Woojin grumbled. "Fine, we'll do it. But, we return immediately after the mess we create. Minho has to be our priority, no matter what."

"Okay."

That was how Woojin and Changbin had ended up outside of the place they had been a few days ago, dreading what they were about to do. It was bound to happen, whether any of them liked it or not. Whether Minho liked it. There was no way they could continue to keep a secret, not when they needed to overthrow the king for them to live in somewhat peace without being hunted down. They needed to live without looking behind their backs constantly. Woojin glanced at Changbin, his heart racing as he started to wring his hands, continuing to chew at his lips that were now starting to bleed.

"I guess we make ourselves known..." Changbin grumbled, trudging to the front door, followed by a timid Woojin and knocked on the door. "Chan! It's Changbin."

Woojin hurriedly hid behind Changbin, not wanting to face Chan. He knew that Chan wasn't going to like what they had to say, not at all. He froze as the door opened and Chan's voice rang in his ears,  and although slightly croaky it still sounded like music to his ears.

"Changbin!.... What are you-?" Chan trailed on as he spoke, seeing Woojin trying to hide himself and failing miserably. "Woojin?"

Changbin coughed, nudging Woojin, making the older male step away from him with a frown on his face. "We have to speak with you."

"What about?" Chan asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Can we, uh- go away from the house so Jisung doesn't hear yet?" Woojin mumbled, averting his eyes away from Chan's own, seeing the concerned and confused expression he was giving them.