Part.8

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Hyungwon couldn’t sleep from being too excited about meeting that man who might be able to tell him about elves. His heart was beating loudly from nervousness and excitement as he tried to prepare himself for what was about to come. It had to be someone powerful, if even Wonho was scared of the other.

He imagined someone tall, maybe with a huge, muscular body. Full of fierce and danger. Maybe someone who could transform into a bear. Hyungwon giggled at his own silly thoughts.

However, things didn’t go as planned. Midnight had barely passed when he heard voices outside. When Hyungwon looked through the window of his room he could barely distinguish two figures, dragging a third person who had his arms around their shoulder in the darkness of the night. It took him a moment to recognize that it was Wonho.

Wonho was back in his own human body; JB and Shownu were dragging his seemingly lifeless figure. Hyungwon pressed his face against the window, trying to see clearer how someone he couldn’t identify ran towards them getting some instructions by Shownu. He could hear people running around the house and the voices of Mark and Jooheon giving orders to the slaves, preparing for the lords return.

Hyungwon felt paralyzed. This feeling right now spreading across his chest was the complete opposite of what he had felt when he had run after the tiger, strolling around the forest like an idiot. He wanted to go and see Wonho, he wanted to make sure that the other was fine; he wanted to apologize and explain himself.

Nevertheless, his body wouldn’t move. His limbs felt as if he was carrying weights, too heavy for him to make any kind of movement. It was fear.

For the first time Hyungwon was feeling scared. What if he hates me now?, was the scary thought that had crossed Hyungwon’s mind, fogging everything else like a dark cloud. What if Wonho was holding a grudge against him? Because Hyungwon had been the cause for the sudden change of bodies after all.

He knew that it was stupid of him to be more scared of the human Wonho than the tiger Hoseok, but that didn’t change a thing. Getting killed by the huge claws and teeth of the tiger felt a lot more appealing and easy than being deceived by the lord. Death came quick, the quilt and the loneliness stayed forever.

Seconds, then minutes, then hours passed without Hyungwon moving from his position by the window, staring into the darkness of the night. The house had calmed down and it was unbearable quiet. He had spent a lot of time in his life being alone, in quiet places like this.

But it never had felt this suffocating and cold before. Maybe the reason for this heavy heart now was for the fact that he had experienced the difference. He had experienced how his life could be. He had experienced the warmth of Wonho’s actions and the tenderness of his words, the company of the wolves and the illusion of happiness.

He had no idea what those things felt like before so he never had missed it or had felt like his life wasn’t complete without them, but now that he had to fear to lose all of those new emotions again, the bitterness in his mind was getting darker than ever.

Tears started to roll down Hyungwon’s face as he wrapped his arms around his chest tightly. Those weren’t tears of sadness. They were rooted in his frustration and fear and were a proof of his affection for the lord.

Hyungwon’s eyes were red and swollen when the first cold rays of the morning sun were shining through his window. He couldn’t tell if he had been sleeping at all. As he realized that it was already morning he felt like he had woken up from a heavy dream, but his body was tired as if he didn’t rest a single second.

Despite the fact that his head was spinning from crying all night and from the lack of sleep, Hyungwon managed to peel his body out of the warm blanket. As he looked at the elegant and expensive beige colored clothes one of the slaves had prepared for him to wear the last day, Hyungwon felt like a hypocrite if he were to wear them. As if he wasn’t even worthy the fabric they were made of.

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