BLOODLINE // WOOSAN

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In the mighty kingdom of Halawell, the powerful Choi family rules. The land is overseen and prosperous under King Choi, alongside his lovely wife Queen Choi, and their teenage son Prince San. To the public, the royal family is certainly prioritized in the feudal society, looked up to by all villagers, no matter the background.

But to Wooyoung, a spunky kid from a dirt-poor family of thirteen, the main reason he's always looking out for the royal family is because he thinks San is the most beautiful thing to grace the planet.

And, he's not wrong. The combined looks so graciously gifted from his mother and father make him look exquisitely larger than life, like a beguiling god rather than a prince, though, is there really much difference between the two?

Mingi, Wooyoung's lanky childhood best friend, sighs at the shorter. Once again, Wooyoung is staring yearningly at the lush, vibrant royal gardens as they pass by, a common thing for the teenage boy to do. The two walk down the dusty cobblestone street today to officially enlist in the Halawell Infantry Legion, but still yet, Wooyoung is only thinking about the town's prince at such a dire time. The glowing Choi San stands inside of the royal garden, tending to and sniffing the various types of flowers present. While he swoons over their beauty, Wooyoung swoons over his beauty, and Mingi feels embarrassment over all of this swooning, despite the fact that nobody is paying any attention to them. But, why would they, though? What's so special about a couple of broke kids? 

"Come along now, dear friend," Mingi starts. "Thus is most embarrassing."

"Embarrassing, you say?" he hums in return, kicking a stray pebble as his boot scrapes against the pathway. He feigns innocence, pretending to not know why Mingi is saying such things.

It doesn't fool him. "Hard yes. Thus crushing upon the crown prince from afar must end," commands the taller, though his voice is soft. Mingi has never particularly enjoyed bossing others around, mainly because he likes the direction for his own benefit instead. But, even though he knows merely mentioning it is a lost cause, he still feels that it is his duty to try to appease his best friend's delusions.

Wooyoung looks into the distance for a short moment, tapping his upper lip in thought. Finally, he agrees, "You art correct, dear friend. I shall walk unto him now and converse so that I am no longer from afar." With that, Wooyoung tips his plaid flat cap and begins to casually stroll over to the royal heir. He isn't nervous, for he knows Mingi will never let him try.

For Mingi, a good friend indeed, holds him back. This isn't the first time that Wooyoung has debatably almost ruined his life because of his compulsions. "Thus is not whatever I meant," sighs the boy, looking at his friend like a disappointed mother would look at a broken vase that was never cleaned up.

"Well, whatever was it that you meant, dear friend?"

"Whatever I meant was that it is necessary unto you to forget your feelings of attraction for Prince San. He is a prince unto the Choi family of all, with access unto all of the riches in the world, maids that tend unto to his every royal care and need, all sorts of splendid foods readily available at any moment, tutors and instructors galore to ensure he is well educated in every way, and the entirety of Halawell looking up to him. But, dear friend... you, however, art but a lowly boy from the village, whose only way to get a promised meal a day is through signing up to join the militia." He sighs, letting himself reveal a small smile while he picks the cap up to ruffle his pal's hair. "Both of you art from two separate worlds that simply may never clash." The tall boy attempts to cover the saddening moment with a laugh as he adds, "Furthermore, San is male."

Wooyoung looks up through squinted eyes and furrowed brows. "Whatever is wrong with thus?" As he asks this, the ravenette snatches his flat cap back, smoothing it back down on his head with a sour expression on his face. His dark eyes look pointedly through his lashes, though he could never truly be upset with his best friend.