Part 2 of a request by yeosangs_eclipse

"Hongjoong!"

"What is it, Jongho?"

"A guy is lying by the river. Come here!"

Feet pressed against the cold, dewed grass.

"...Is he alive?"

"I think so-"

"Jongho, don't touch him."

"Huh? He's wet, hyung. Probably cold too. We need to take him to Dr. Park."

A sigh followed a moment of silence.

"Alright. Hoist him up into the carriage. I'll look for a blanket."

It was just about a few minutes after breakfast time. Dr. Park Seonghwa already sat at his desk, reading documents and records from the previous day. His patients were resting in the ward.

"Seonghwa!"

"Your highness, Prince Jongho." Seonghwa bowed his head.

Jongho dismissed the formalities. "Hongjoong and I found a boy by the river outside the palace. I think the current brought him down here."

"Show me."

Seonghwa called guards to lay Yeosang over a clean bed with towels.

"Jongho, Hongjoong. Help me change his clothes," he ordered.

The prince pointed at himself. "Me?"

In just a few minutes, Yeosang lay in a warm bed, dressed in comfortable, warm clothing, with a peaceful look upon his face.

"He's not waking up," Hongjoong commented.

Seonghwa shook his head. "No..." He examined Yeosang all over. No injuries, to his surprise. His breathing was fine. He was just... in a deep sleep.

"What could it be, Seonghwa?" Jongho asked. He walked past and inspected Yeosang's clothing. A simple collared shirt and slacks.

"This isn't normal," the oldest said, looking through medicine books for an answer.

"Hm."

Brisk steps filled the bedroom.

"What's going on here?"

A male dressed in a traditional blue hanbok entered. His puffed sheer sleeves were straight against his sides. A taller man followed behind.

"Your highness." Seonghwa bowed. Hongjoong did too.

"What are you so dressed up for?" Jongho teased.

"Mom made me meet another suitor," the one in blue muttered. "What's happening?"

"Hongjoong and I found this guy on our trip to the river. He was laying by it already wet and unconscious when we found him."

The male's eyebrows furrowed. "The river carried him?"

Jongho shrugged. "I don't know, San. I guess."

"Coma?" Hongjoong suggested to the doctor. Seonghwa shook his head.

"Possibly, but I'm not getting that feeling. I'd have to run some tests-"

Suddenly the male behind San spoke up. "Jongho, where did you get that badge from?"

"Hm?" Jongho held a mysterious tattered badge that read A-Z. "It was on the guy's clothes."

He stepped forward, taking it from the young prince. And after reading it for some time, there was a slight shake of the head.

"Do you know where he's from, Mingi?" San asked.

"It's a royal palace badge, your majesty."

"From?"

"Mist Island."

"I suppose it makes sense. It's just north," Seonghwa added.

"Mist," San repeated. He observed Yeosang's features. They were so beautiful. So breathtaking. San almost questioned if this man was even a real person. "They have a prince?"

Jongho smirked. "What makes you think he's a prince?" he pressed. San blushed but tried to pass it as an annoyance. He opened his mouth to retort just as Mingi rolled his eyes.

"A royal guard or servant wouldn't be cursed with a magical sleeping spell," he stated. "They would just be killed."

"A spell?"

"Of sorts. San, come." Mingi took San's wrist and pulled him outside. Jongho, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa shared a confused look.

San furrowed his eyebrows. "What is it?"

His royal advisor and best friend walked to the other side of the hall towards a bookshelf. His eyes ran over the carefully ordered book spines. Mingi found the perfect one and pulled it out.

"Mingi?"

Mingi flipped through the heavy book, irritated with the inability to find his answer. San approached him, running low on patience and high on curiosity.

"Min-"

"Here."

"What is that?" San's eyes studied the ancient writing. It wasn't something he could decipher. But his advisor could. He had experience with magic before.

"A spell under royalty can be broken with-"

"Don't say a kiss-"

"A kiss from royalty."

San covered his face, feeling it grow notably heated. He shook his head.

"I'm not doing it," he groaned. "Tell Jongho to, or we can ask someone from another king-"

"San."

"We're not sure if he's even a prince. We don't know who he is. Why am I going to kiss a sleeping man who I don't even know, nonconsensually-"

"San!" Mingi softened his look. "I'm sorry, your highness, but you can't deny that you find him attractive. It's worth a try. He could remain in this sleep forever."

San bit his lip, turning around to peer at the bedroom. He contemplated the weight of his decisions.

"Let me think about it."

San did think about it. Too much. Every hour, every minute, every second for the rest of the day. He couldn't erase Yeosang's soft sleeping face from his mind.

Yet didn't even know the prince's name.

San discreetly slipped out of his bedroom after midnight. He wasn't sure what time it was, only that just about everyone was asleep. He closed his heavy door and tip-toed down the hall.

Around the corner were voices of royal guards and servants, those who worked at night. San held his breath at first. But then he released it and straightened his posture.

"Oh, your highness. Going somewhere?"

"Can't sleep" was all it took for San to walk past them silently.

It was on the other side of the hall where San was headed. He swallowed his thoughts while approaching the guest rooms reserved for Seonghwa's non-critical patients. Then, he gently pushed the door in.

The man was still laying them, sleeping so peacefully with his veiny yet beautiful milky hands over his chest. His face looked more porcelain-like when only the moonlight kissed his skin.

San approached him, an uneasy feeling in his body beginning to rumble. He knew kissing a sleeping man was wrong, but if Mingi was right... he could break him out of the spell. Then the attractive man wouldn't be spellbound to sleeping forever.

San puckered his lips but stopped midway. That wasn't how a kiss was supposed to go. He closed his eyes, then stopped. Shouldn't he be doing something with his lips, though?

After several attempts at even nearing the male, San finally breathed in and approached him.

Then San felt lips. Soft, cold, and still. It was wrong, yet right. Right, but wrong. No lips reciprocated his affection, so he pulled away completely.

He stopped in shock when the male's eyes blinked awake.

"H-Huh...?" Yeosang stared. He used his thumb to wipe at his wet lip.

"You're awake."

They were still at a close distance. Yeosang's eyes flicked back and forth at the prince's soft brown orbs and his pink lips.

Then he pulled San's collar for a second kiss.

San responded with more roughness to his actions. He grasped a handful of Yeosang's hair and almost shoved his tongue down the boy's throat. And the moment Yeosang accepted it, he growled in content.

Yeosang didn't know what came over him other than the dream he'd been having. A man, a prince, just like the one he was kissing, had appeared. He was handsome, almost unreal, and caught Yeosang's attention immediately.

San cursed when their kiss broke to catch his breath. After a few seconds, he smiled.

"I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Yeosang. Kang Yeosang," Yeosang stated out of breath. "And you are?"

"Choi San. Prince of the Twilight Kingdom. Should we continue?"

Yeosang licked his bottom lip. "Yeah."

San ever so slowly set a knee at the edge of Yeosang's bed. He was invading the others' space, but Yeosang welcomed it. Nerves of excitement formed inside his body.

San slightly slipped Yeosang's tunic to the side for better access to his collarbone. He delicately set his lips on the male's skin while staring him straight in the eye.

"So a prince, huh?" Yeosang began. "Do you always do this with your guests?" He swallowed down a moan.

San smirked. "Just the pretty one."

Yeosang pushed his head back, a gentle sigh leaving his lips. "I should've known..."

San paused, running his thumb over Yeosang's jaw. "What?"

"That my best friend was envious... Every joke he made, any comment..." Yeosang closed his eyes. "And I let it slide."

San assumed it was the narcissistic king from Mist Island, whom he's heard from before. His parents were going to set them up together, but he refused.

"Sometimes, you can't know. Until it's too late." San looked straight into Yeosang's eyes. "Stay with me. I'll protect you. I promise."

"You do?"

San nodded immediately. "Yeah. And... who knows..." The prince moved his hand to intertwine it with Yeosang's. "Maybe you just might marry a prince."

Yeosang playfully rolled his eyes. "Take me out to dinner first. Then we'll talk."

"Deal."