❝Before the moon drowns beneath the majestic clouds and the last petal of the enchanted rose falls, the Beast must learn to love and be loved in return. However, if dawn breaks in your world by the time nightfall has descended, then he shall remain...
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❝ I've said those words before but it was a lie. And you deserve to hear them a thousand times. If all it is eight letters, why is it hard to say? ❞ - Zach Herron &Jack Avery, Why Don't We, Eight Letters
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C H A P T E R F I V E
CHANGMIN SHOULD NOT have said those words so directly to Son Youngjae. It was foolish for him to force his nonexistent feelings towards the boy just so the wolf-boy would stop approaching Lee Hyunjae.
It was also smart of him. Creating a forced relationship could make his manga back on track.
He sits on the sofa with one leg crossed over another, munching on the crispy chicken the chief police officer ordered not so long ago.
Changmin grabs for a chicken leg just when Yoongi does too.
Both of their eyes drag themselves up and then stop, looking at one another with determination evident on their face.
Eyebrows downward, lips snarled into a twisted grin, and then reach for the delicious chicken.
Yoongi chuckles. He retreats his hand away.
"You can have the chicken. I'm not that hungry."
He sighs, pushing himself back against the chair, watching the young boy grin, take the chicken, and start eating.
His cheeks stuffed and round. He clears his throat, sitting up straight "Why'd you say that to Youngjae, by the way? You do know that was pretty stupid of you, right?" Yoongi asks, waiting and hoping for Changmin to answer honestly.
"It's not stupid!" Changmin retorts, speaking through a full mouth, earning him a glare from Yoongi, so he swallows the food, then continues, "For one, forcing a relationship can create a short-term harmony, two, being Hyunjae's royal assistant can help me prevent Youngjae from approaching the prince. Three, I'll know what direction Hyunjae is going, thus, it makes it easier to get the main characters together."
"Which practically means the mission failed," Yoongi says in a flat tone.
"Sir, have you lost your brain cells? Because maybe you allowing me to borrow some wasn't quite ideal then. My current goal is to love my characters and guide them onto a flowery, harmonious path."
He stands and begins twirling around with the chicken in his hand, grinning from ear to ear.
Yoongi just raises a brow, concerned, but finds himself laughing anyway.
Changmin is the author. He should know what he is doing.
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AFTER THE WHOLE discussion with the chief police officer, Changmin leaves the police station with a full stomach.
