It was still a relatively early hour when Hongbin slipped out into the hall, the feeling of his regular hunter’s clothes oddly heavy and just a little bit itchy after spending nearly a week wearing those floaty, soft-silken shirts and pants the royal family had been providing him. He’d felt so awkward and out of place wearing those clothes in the beginning, but as he’s about to walk down the castle’s grand, plush-carpeted hallway out of the private wings, he has to admit he’ll miss the feeling of this short-lived comfort— but more importantly, the people that he shared it with.
He’s just pushed the set of gigantic oak doors shut on the quiet bedroom when a voice pipes up from somewhere on his left.
“You know, Sanghyuk is going to be really upset when he wakes up and finds you missing.”
“Is it just me, or is the way he’s looking at us…” Hongbin trails off quietly, the line of his back tense as they stand around the glass box, watching.
“Really weird?” Sanghyuk offers, and there’s a hum of agreement from the group.
“I don’t like this,” Taekwoon murmurs, hands clenched at his sides as he watches on. “He feels… different.”
Inside the box, amidst bundles and bundles of flowers, each so vibrant against the cold chrome of the box it feels as though the blue, purple and greens are practically spilling out of it, a pale young man stands and watches their movements with his dark eyes.
The question seemed to come out of nowhere, which in retrospect made Wonshik feel like he’s failed as the elder of the two because he hadn’t been paying attention.
He was sitting at his desk, sorting out scrap paper and scribbles he wanted to type up the next morning when Sanghyuk spoke up from the general direction of his bed.
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