◇ Sequel to The Black Prince and the White Prince ◇
After rising up as kings of their now joined kingdom, Hwang Minhyun and Kang Dongho were rulers as well as lovers known to many people who support and loved them as they are. But what happens one d...
Minhyun couldn't tell how long it had been since he first came here. There was no indication of day or night in a room with white walls and not a single window. Talking to the other Minhyun only helped pass time. He learned of the other's world and the other learned of his but as soon as the other couldn't talk anymore, he would be forced to sleep by drinking the spiked water. Minhyun couldn't do anything with the paper cup and plastic wrapper either. Baekho always cleaned them up once he falls asleep. He could tell there was some way the other was watching him but he didn't know how.
"I'm bored," he told Baekho when the male came to check on them. "I'll go crazy if you don't let me do anything." Baekho sighed and rubbed his temples.
"I can't let you have anything. You're the wildest among the rest if you recall that yourself," Baekho replied in a tired tone. Minhyun pouted.
"Then play a game with me." The words felt weird on his lips since he had never actually asked someone to play with him before. He was a prince and now a king. Playing wasn't something he did much in his past. The other was silent, making Minhyun annoyed again. "I can't just keep sitting here all day with nothing to do. Can't I at least have a book to read?"
"No."
"Then talk to me." Minhyun gave the male a serious look, hoping the other would stay but Baekho got up, shaking his head.
"No. I'm leaving."
"Why?" He didn't reply and walked away. Minhyun sighed and laid down. This was terrible. He was really going to go crazy without anything to do. He suddenly remembered what Baekho had tried to do when he was stuck in the dungeon. He sat up. Maybe he could threaten the other again. He knew Baekho would probably yell at him and cry if he ever knew what Minhyun was going to attempt but it was better than just sitting here and gradually give up in the end.
Somewhere else far in dream avenue, Baekho was still pleading Minhyun to help him wake up.
"I don't know how to wake you up. You should know how to do that yourself," the taller male said, trying to push Baekho off his arm.
"But I can't?" Baekho didn't know how to escape from this world and he was starting to freak out. He heard a few noises and Minhyun turned away.
"Dammit. This is your fault." He managed to push Baekho off and ran towards a bunch of guys who were crowding around a short flight of stairs. Minhyun went and grabbed one of them. Soon, the 5 males were fighting one another. Baekho watched in confusion before he noticed the same Ren from the earlier dream. He ran over, hoping the other could help him again but to do that, he had to throw himself in the middle of people fighting. The people being the same 5 sleeping males. He tried to grab Ren but was shoved away by Aron and then he was tugged by JR. He stumbled and fell onto the ground.
"Ren! I need help!" Baekho squeaked and everyone stopped to turn to him. Someone slipped amidst all that and the last thing Baekho saw was pink hair slamming right against his head. He blanked out and gasped, sitting up in the same room with the 5 beds again. Without wasting a second, he quickly escaped from the world but instead of white light, darkness devoured him. He tried to run from it but his body grew heavier and he became more tired.
"What's.... going... on?" He felt himself gradually fall asleep, collapsing again into a deep sleep.
Baekho didn't know how long he had fallen asleep for but when he had opened his eyes again, his vision was greeted with blonde hair this time. He squinted and blinked, trying to see clearly. He moved his hand up to rub his eyes but when he opened them again, the blonde haired person wasn't there. He sat up slowly, grunting at how tired he felt which was weird considering how he had indeed sleep the night before. He looked around the place and was confused when it was mostly darkness. He could see he was on some kind of glass box that hovered in mid air. The blonde hair came back into view, just a couple of steps ahead of him. He would recognize that back anywhere.
"Minhyun?" He said softly. The male seemed to move his head slightly at the mention of the name.
"Haven't heard that in awhile," the male spoke clearly in Minhyun's voice. Baekho pushed himself up but wobbled a little. He patted his clothes, noticing little white particles falling off. He realised it was actually snowing in this dark place.
"Minhyun... but... where is this? And which Minhyun are you?" Baekho asked. The male had a tattered cloak on as he turned around to look at Baekho. Baekho curled his lips inwards as Minhyun's soft smiling face stared back at him.
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"Baekho." Baekho took a step forward before breaking into a full sprint. He pulled the other into a hug but something felt wrong. Minhyun didn't return the hug. In fact...
"Why're you so cold?" Baekho asked, looking at the other worriedly. He touched Minhyun's cheeks. The other let out a laugh, puffs of steam escaping his lips.
"I wonder why... But you know, don't you? I'm not the Minhyun you're finding for," he replied sadly. Still it didn't help that Baekho stared at him. His hair might be of a different color but his face was still the same. "I'm the reason why this all happened. The reason why... you have to suffer like this."
Minhyun gently reached up, touching Baekho's cheek as well but his hand was ice cold. Not a single warmth emitted from it. Baekho held his hand, feeling his body shiver at the contact.
