The Black Fox & The White Tiger

Black Love

The tall male groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, feeling his body stiff all over from having electric currents attack his nerves earlier on. He shifted and twitched his fingers, trying to regain control of them. He breathed in heavily and let it go. He moved his head, feeling his vision slowly clear up. His whole body felt numb, throat dry and mind fried. He coughed a little as he slowly managed to push his upper body up. He looked around wherever he was.

Confusion took over him as his eyes looked around the white squared shaped room he was in. The only other thing of interest was the blue translucent wall that allowed him to see pass it but there wasn't really anything to look at apart from another wall. He didn't know what it was but he tried moving towards it. However his movement was cut short when he felt a force holding him back around his left ankle. Turning back, he realised he was pretty much chained to the wall. Horror and dread filled his mind but he tried to remain calm.

He groaned as he sat up, leaning his body towards his ankle. He tried to pull the chain off but knew that it wouldn't work. He didn't have a key or anything to get it off. Annoyance quickly took over his confusion. He thought back on what happened. A random stranger that looked exactly like Baekho had entered their room without a noise while he was getting ready for the day. Their room window was closed and their door was still locked. So how did he get in? He remembered being attacked by that thing that made his whole body paralysed. He remembered seeing Baekho waking up and staring in shock. But he couldn't remember anything after that. He had probably blacked out by then.

He couldn't make heads or tails about the stranger who had called himself Baekho as well and sounded exactly like him too. He groaned and leaned against the wall, still digging his fingers into his ankle. Get off, damn it. He cursed silently in his mind. The sound of footsteps made him alert and soon was joined with the appearance of black shoes and then legs, torso and finally the whole person. He stared up at the face that he woke up to every morning yet looked nothing like it too. Minhyun couldn't help but to squint and glare at the male. Did he have some kind of surgery that let him look like that? But that wouldn't explain how he sounded alike too.

The male was carrying a tray and pressed something on the wall. The blue translucent wall disappeared and he stepped in, walking closer to Minhyun who showed a distasteful expression. He put the tray down in front of Minhyun. There was a glass of water and some kind of food that Minhyun couldn't recognize. He stared at Minhyun, eyeing him from top to bottom. Minhyun didn't like being looked at like some creature on display.

"Who are you?" He asked again, finding his voice and anger rise. The male showed a rather pitiful expression.

"I already told you. I'm Baekho or would you rather call me Dongho?" The male replied in that voice he had heard so many times yet the tone was slightly different. This male had a stronger clearer tone. Minhyun frowned, unable to decipher if the other was lying. The male's expression was a mix of stoic and deep rooted sadness.

"You're... clearly not the Baekho or Dongho I know," Minhyun snapped. "What do you want from me?"

"I want what you give the Baekho you know."

"What?" Minhyun was confused by his reply and curled his hands into fists. "Explain yourself." He wanted to get angry, really throw a tantrum at this male yet his heart was too soft towards that face, that voice.

"I want you to love me. Just like how you love him."

"Are you joking with me right now?" Minhyun growled, tempted to throw the tray at the other. "You may look and sound like him but you're not him and I will never be able to love you because I love him." The sad expression that took over Baekho's face made Minhyun softened but he tensed his body and tried to steel himself against it. He can't grow weak against this person. This imposter. This... this... lookalike.

"I knew you would say that too. Just like all the others," he said in a whisper as he looked at Minhyun with those sad eyes. Minhyun gulped slightly.

"What others....?" He tried to keep his voice steady. He was a king, he would not falter like this.

"The other Minhyuns. From the other worlds. I'm also Baekho but just from another world. Another time. Another dimension."

"You... you kidnapped other people too?" Minhyun hissed and the male stood up.

"Yes. If I have to suffer from losing Minhyun, why shouldn't the others suffer too? We are all the same person," he spoke with such sorrow and pain that Minhyun felt sorry for him. Yet he didn't want to forgive him for having taken him away from Baekho and his country.

"If you already know how much you have to suffer from having lost... Minhyun, why would you want the others to feel the same pain? You should know better than to let them suffer like this," Minhyun said softly, hoping he could get through the male but it didn't seem to work when the other just showed a frown and stood up.

"You won't understand."

"Please... just let me go back." Baekho turned around and started leaving. "Wait. Don't do this."

"I'm sorry. Even if you can't love me, there are still other things that I need you for."

Minhyun let out a strangled groan, trying to hold in his anger. He couldn't bring himself to yell at the other. He didn't hate him enough yet but he missed his own Baekho. The innocent naive king that would smile at every little thing he found funny until his eyes were barely visible. He wanted to go back to the other's embrace and to hear him saying that everything was alright and this was just a bad dream yet he was here. Somewhere he didn't know where. All alone.