◇ 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...
Baekho would recognize that face anywhere and it made his heart ache to see what had become of this Minhyun. He could see water dripping from the other's clothes even though his face and hair had been dried. He looked so much skinnier than the others too.
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"What?" Minhyun let out a dry voice. His lips were cracked too. It took Baekho awhile to come up with an excuse.
"I heard something from my...." Baekho looked at the other for help. Biker Baekho rolled his eyes slightly.
"Twin."
"Right. Twin brother's house and I was wondering if you were alright?" Baekho asked. Minhyun seemed annoyed and irritated. He looked from biker Baekho to Baekho.
"I'm fine," he let out a sharp tone. "Mind your own business." He shut the door with a loud slam, making Baekho flinch.
"Told you he's secretive," Biker Baekho sighed.
"Can't we help him? Clearly something is wrong here," Baekho said as he walked back to the other's house.
"I would help him but it doesn't look like he wants the help."
"Is that how he looks like to you?" Baekho asked softly. Maybe it was because he had hung out with his own Minhyun a lot but to him, it felt like this Minhyun was screaming for help in their faces. He couldn't get his face out of his head and decided to go back.
"Hey. You being serious here? He doesn't want us to interfere with his life."
"I don't know. Minhyun! Open up!" Baekho yelled and knocked on the door again. There was a loud alarming crash from inside the house, startling both males this time. Baekho started kicking the door.
"Are you going to break down his freaking door?" Biker Baekho yelped in surprise.
"Of course! What if something happened to him? His clothes were all wet. That's not natural."
"Screw this." Biker Baekho joined in to help break down the door. It fell apart after a few more kicks since the building was old with all the creaking floorboards as well. They burst into the living room and Baekho quickly scanned the area until he saw Minhyun laying on the ground with the table toppled over. The contents all spilled on the floor and around Minhyun. Medicine bottles, papers, bills, wine bottles were scattered everywhere. His whole house was a mess and Baekho was genuinely shocked. He had never met a Minhyun who was this messy before. Not that he knew that many to compare though.
"He's still breathing," Biker Baekho said while checking for his breath under his nose as well as pulse. "Just unconscious."
"Thank God," Baekho said.
"Why do you even care so much about Minhyun? You don't even know him."
"I don't know this version of him but it still looks to me like he needs help and I'm helping him," Baekho retorted. He didn't want any Minhyun to suffer. He carried the male up, feeling the water seep into his own clothing. Biker Baekho cleared the couch of its mess and they both laid him down onto the couch carefully. "He needs a change of clothes and blanket."
"Damn it. I'm not even getting paid to do this," Biker Baekho grumbled but headed to find a fresh pair of clothing anyways. He noticed the filled bathtub and the wet floor. The final piece of the puzzle laid beside the bath tub. It clicked in his mind but pushed the thought aside as he grabbed the clothes and blanket. He handed them back to Baekho who froze.
"Could you....undress him?"
"What? Me? Hell no."
"B-but-"
"You wanted to help him so you do it! I'm going to see if I can put the door back. I'm not going to pay for his door." Biker Baekho stormed off to check on the door, leaving Baekho stiff alone.
Calm down. He just looks like Minhyun but he's not Minhyun and Minhyun wouldn't know if you don't tell him either. And it's just clothes. He will catch a cold if you don't change it. Baekho tried to convince himself that it was totally fine to be doing this to an unconscious person. He quickly pulled off the wet shirt, unconsciously glancing at the other's body. He winced at the sight of the body. It was nothing like Minhyun's. He dried the male and quickly put on the dry sweater that the other Baekho had handed to him before peeling his pants off his skinny legs. He dried them too and decided his underwear should stay on since there was none in the pile of clothes anyways. He put on the dry pants for the other and wrapped him up with the blanket. Even his house was freezing cold.
"There. Got it," Biker Baekho said when he managed to somehow attached the door back. "Knob is a little wonky but it should suffice." Baekho gave him a smile as he came back over. "You really did change his clothes."
"Of course. I can't just leave him soaking wet."
"About that.... I think he..." Biker Baekho's voice trailed off. He wasn't sure if he should tell Baekho about it.
"What? What did he do?"
"I'm just wild guessing here but he might have tried to kill himself."
Baekho froze. "Kill himself...?"
"Yeah. The bathtub is filled to the brim and that's not all... There's some kind of needle beside it too." Biker Baekho tried finding for Minhyun's arm and pulled it out from beneath the covers when he did. He pushed the sleeves down to expose the cuts and needle points on his arm. "See? This guy is probably an addict and suicidal too."
Baekho was in disbelief. Minhyun would do that? He looked at the sleeping face that looked peaceful. "No way." Biker Baekho put his arm back and sighed.
"This is why we don't interfere with other people's life."
"Then you're just going to let him die?" He cried out, surprising the other Baekho.
