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K. B.

    A cup of hot chocolate is being cradled by a blue-eyed boy as he silently contemplate his thoughts of his recent female encounter. The aroma and warmth of the beverage in his hands filling the silence with comfort like a traveller finding refuge and shelter after braving a year long storm. Its nice.

    After putting up the closed sign in front, she ushered him to the second floor of the cafe. “Stay here, I'm going to heat up some leftovers, then we can talk. You look like you haven't eaten anything in for a few days!” he chuckled at the awful joke. She was kinda right, he hasn't had a proper meal for a while now.

    Speak of the devil, Jisoo strolled in with a plate of reheated spaghetti. She set down the food and took the seat next to him. The smell of the spaghetti immediately made him snap out of his thoughts and he quickly inhale the pasta.

    “Slow down! By this rate, you'll choke!”Jisoo exclaimed.
    “Syri-I- hawtn’- at- for a while.” The taller said with his mouth full of pasta. The 25 year old female gave him a pointed ‘Speak-to-me-again-with-your-mouth-full-I-dare-you’ glare.

    The brunet swallow the food in his mouth. “I'm sorry, I haven't eaten good food for awhile.” he smiled sheepishly while looking down.

    Jisoo waved his apology off. “It's okay, um..." she trailed off. She forgot to ask his name. Whoops.

    “Byunghu, Kim Byunghu.”
    “Okay then, so… Byunghu,” Chan looked up at her, his eyes filled with wonder and nostalgia, as if she said a cherished childhood memory.

    “How, -how did you know my name?”
    “Oh  yeah, that. It's a long story. But it basically boils down to, your my childhood friend that went missing around five years ago after-” He hesitated. “Yeah, that's the gist of it really.” He rubs his wrist, a nervous tick.

    “Where are you from, how are Byunghu? I don't know anyone who thinks it's a good idea to go out in the rain wearing…” She touches his cloak, now on further inspection, Jisoo saw that colour was actually of a prussian blue, and has a small snowflake lace at the edges. “... a cloak that is somehow did not get wet?”

    Byunghu blushed (cute.). He took off his cloak to reveal a toned body, there wasn't enough to be prominent, but there was enough to contain underlying power. He was wearing an obsidian green silk dress shirt and a necklace with a ring around his neck.

    He held out his cloak to her, “Actually, it's not a normal cloak. It's a magical cloak. Just like me.”

    Jisoo snapped her head up. “Your bluffing. Magic doesn't exist.” Byunghu shook his head. He put his palms out, and a swirl of mist began to form above it. The brunet then put his other hand above it and slammed his palms shut. Suddenly, the air becomes cold enough to make Jisoo's breath fog, and with it, frost formed under his hands, it swirls and swirls and covered the whole table, even the hot cocoa she made minutes ago became ice.

    ‘What the shit.’

    “Byungie, I'm scared, what w-will, what if they win this battle?”

    “Then we'll have to run.”

    “Byung, we talk about this… You have a duty to the kingdom, if I run, I won't be missed, but if you ran, then you the Draghi Kingdom won't have an heir to the throne.”

    “... Your right, not the first time you did that.”

    “Yah, what do you mean? It's you that always wrong.”

    “It means that I chose the right person to get married to, future queen.”