Miroh (Completed)

1 . 6

"Chan," there was a pause. "Hyunjin or me?"

"You know the answer to that, Minho," Chan's face softened when he heard the blonde whimper. He's crying. Why? "I love you and you know that."

"Yes, I know that you love me but do you know the difference when you look at me and the way you stare at Hyunjin?" bursted Minho, pressing the covers over his eyes. He felt so fragile and weak in front of Chan that he couldn't bring himself not to pour the burning tears along his cheeks. He cannot stand being a hole-filler for Chan.

All he wanted was the love Chan once gave him.

But Hyunjin was such a pest and ruined everything that grew between Chan and Minho. "If you don't love me, then leave and don't you ever comeback. B-But if you do still love me, just kiss me and stay, please. I need you, Chan."

There was a moment of silence, Minho's pathetic cries were filling the room. None of them wanted to talk anymore, not Chan nor Minho. The reason the older crawled onto the bed, beside the wailing boy. He pulled off the sheet from Minho's face and pecked his lips gently. "Okay."

Minho looked up, blinked his eyes a few to drive away the blurriness. A small smile found its way to Chan's lips and places a kiss on his forehead, sniffing his head while doing so. "I won't leave you if it'll prove my love for you," trailed off Chan as he grabbed the hem of his own shirt and pulled it off of him. He rolled it up until the collar and dressed Minho with it. "It's cold, wear this for now."

The shirt was too big for the blonde but it was comfortable, so was the smell of Chan that was sticking in it. Minho laid his head on Chan's shoulders and closed his eyes, pulling the covers over his bare body. No words but they both understood each other saying, "I love you."

Seunghee stood still on the porch of her small house, arms crossed over chest and eyes to the gloomy sky. She sure does miss Chan's presence a found the house but she shouldn't hide him any longer or she won't be able to stop herself from telling the untold truth about the undying secrets of the royal family. Was it just right to keep it from Chan?

If she'd leaked it, it'll justify Chan's right to rule but at the same time, it'll only proclaim war to other countries; especially to the Seventh Lullaby, and president Wang. It's never good to mess with the Chinese people, they could take down whoever goes against them and Seunghee wouldn't want that.

"Just tell them the truth," a voice came from behind and startled Seunghee, when she turned around to see who it was, she sighed in relief. She went back to her previous position and ignored the boy's statement. But he was persistent. "Noona, Chan needs to know. They all need to know."

"Seungmin, we can't risk the people's lives," the older snapped but her face remained calm. The boy, Seungmin, stood beside her and imitated her poise, following her gaze to the sky. "Chan wouldn't want that."

The redhead stayed silent, his hands hiding inside his pockets from the harsh weather. A breeze went by as they both closed their eyes and inhaled the air. They have waited too long, Seungmin thought. Isn't it time to change yet? He turned his gaze towards the short-haired girl beside him, his eyes were showing a glint of hope in them. "Chan has to know he's the former president's only biological son and not Minho."