𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒? × ɱαɾƙԋყυƈƙ

↬ Chapter 11 ↫

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3rd person

The moon shimmered high up in the deep blue ocean of bright shining stars. It was already late into the night and the evening has already been long.

People were dancing, swirling their long gowns as they spinned around. The different colours of their suits and dresses were mixing together while sweeping elegantly over the glimmering polished dance floor to the beat of the slow music.

On the other side Haechan sighed as he was bored the whole evening long. Mark was always surrounded by someone and there was no chance getting near to him. Anyways, not that the hazel haired wanted to spend time with him.

It was just extraordinary boring, watching everyone dancing and having fun while he was just sitting at a pretty decorated table and sipping his champagne while stuffing another cookie into his mouth. I mean, he could at least enjoy the food and drinks, right?

Next he thought and philosophized about jumping out of the window if he had to listen to this waltz shit any longer. Even he could make better music than whatever that noise was trying to be. Maybe it just sounded so bad because his mood was so down.

"Have you heard? It was her. She was the one who was with Mark in the Royal garden today."

"That was her? But he didn't look at her once this evening. Not to mention they haven't talked at all". This was just one example of the gossips the hazel haired heard all around, dragging the male's mood down even more. Oh how he wanted to strangle those jealous 'cheap women'.

"Haechan are you okay? I think you really shouldn't drink so much." Renjun posed this question with a very worried tone while nervously looking around.

"Me? I'm fiiiine really. Why do you think I'm not?" The hazel haired said bitterly. Somehow the male was falsely getting his hopes up by the events of that afternoon previous the day, but it now seemed like it was just meaningless, due to Marks behaviour.

Additionally he was mad at himself for making such big deal out of it, it wasn't actually like both of them were in a relationship.

The evening basically consisted out of being mad at Mark and then at himself, repeating all over again, mind being full of overthinking.

"Channie, do you wanna go to your room maybe?" Jaemin asked with the same worried expression as Renjun. Everyone one could easily guess that Haechan wasn't actually fine.

"You know what we should do? Forget that plan. It'll neeeever work. I'll stand on this table and tell everyone I'm a boooy!" Haechan slurred inaudible as he downed another glas of his champagne. He didn't even really like the taste of it, that's how frustrated he was.

"No, we're not doing that today. Calm down. Please don't do anything stupid." Renjun begged while shaking the hazel haired by his shoulders, looking at Jaemin for help.

"Ok ok, I was just joking. Am I at least a pretty girl?" Haechan giggled and asked which let Renjun exhalate calmly again that Haechan scrambled the idea of exposing them. "I'll get you some water." Jaemin said while storming off to the table with all drinks located on.

"Damn you really act like I'm unconscious and on the floor, I'm not thaaat drunk. Stop acting as if you're the parents I never had." The prince shouted in anger as he stood up, taking the champagne bottle he was drinking with him. The boy really didn't care about the drinking and the being drunk thing not being very lady-like and that crap, he was hopeless by now and sick of the being-a-
girl-pretending.

"Im going to the bathroom." Whispered the hazel haired which was actually very hard to understand for Renjun.

"Wait! Haechan! Come back!" Renjun shouted after the leaving male but it was worthless. Once Haechan decided on something, he didn't listened to anyone. That's why Renjun didn't go after him and just let him be, he didn't want to make the male even angrier then he already was.

The male in princes clothing stumbled across the hall, clumsily seeking halt on the red painted walls while having the bottle in his other hand. "Stupid dress, making it way more difficult to walk." Haechan cursed under his breath.

"Haechan?" A voice behind him said. "Renjun I tooold you not to follow me-"  Haechan said annoyed but stopped since he saw it wasn't the male he expected.

"J-johnny?" The hazel haired said a bit embarrassed, standing straight up again.

"I was told to guide you to whatever your destination is." "I swear if Renjun did-" "No he didn't. Someone else." The brown haired quickly interrupted before Haechan could jump to false conclusions.

"S-so where's the nearest bathroom?" The fake princess asked a bit flustered. "Oh right here actually. The second door." Johnny replied, pointing at at door which said 'bathroom'. Perhaps the hazel haired was a bit unable to see properly because of his slightly blurry vision.

"Thanks" the he simply said as he turned on his heals and entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

The whole castle had actually a few bathrooms in every section which had every furniture known for a bathroom and even other stuff like armchairs in it. It looked very fancy and elegant, however Haechan didn't want to admit it due being so salty.

"Why is it suddenly so hot?" The male murmured to himself as he took off the brown wig. Wondering how girls can survive with long hair, the male ruffled through his real hair, getting the strands in place. "Way better" he said as he looked at himself in the mirror. However, he had to admit, he really liked the make up he got done.

But still, he was a bit sad because the dress he was wearing didn't really had its time to shine, because no one actually noticed it. The true reason behind this thought was referring to one particular person. Little did the boy know that it wasn't as he thought.

He stepped a few steps back till his body hit the wall not too gently, sliding down against it to sit in the cold tiles.

To be honest, he wasn't in such a great mood, but he also wasn't in the mood to cry, resulting in just staring blankly at the white tiles.

What he really wanted to do was to grab a guy and dance with him, forgetting Mark a bit, but his mind wouldn't allow it.

So what he did to push away his thoughts was to down the bottle of champagne he had brought with him. This was the only solution right now. Maybe not the best actually if you considered his spinning head and extremely heated body.

Unfortunately the idea of ignoring Mark was scrambled completely when Haechan heard footsteps on the other side of the door.

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Yay a cliffhanger!

I have passed away due Tiger Inside, I'm actually typing this from my grave.
STR3AM!

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