"Please father, I beg of you. Please have another ball." Jaemin pleaded, running around with his father around the castle.

"Son, What is your problem? Why do you like parties all the sudden, you used to hate them." His father said as he kept walking, a panting and desperate Jaemin sprinting behind.

"I think I fell in love!" Jaemin blurred out and the King came to an abrupt stop.

He slowly turned around to face Jaemin, and then stared at his son for awhile, then gave a big smile.

"We shall throw another ball! My boy! I've waited for this day my whole life! Now come! We must go order the soldiers to send out invites and get the food ready!" The King yelled in excitement and sprinted past Jaemin, speed walking.

Jaemin, who was already panting, groaned as he had to keep up again.

"So my boy! Who is the beautiful maiden?" His father asked, and Jaemin then kept quiet. In his head his thoughts were yelling- "gay! Boy! Boy! Boy!" But he just couldn't bring himself to tell his father that he's in love with a boy.

The King looked towards his son. "Hm Jae?" He asked again.

Jaemin looked up at him, then smiled.

"I guess I'll figure out tonight."

-

The ball had started once again when the night dawned upon them, and Jaemin was eager to see the boy. He wanted to feel his presence again, something about him earned Jaemin frustration and even the feeling of sexual need. He didn't know why but that boy had just ripped right through his wall and is now the only thing on his mind.

He was walking around, undercover. He had a different mask on and was hiding from his father, who was currently talking to the Northern King.

He was walking around, looking at all the woman who had make up covering their beautiful face, and too tight dresses that Jaemin never believed they could breath in. Jaemin felt bad for them, how covered and ashamed of themselves like that.

All the sudden, the bam dance had started. Jaemin was taken back, had it already been that long? He was worried as he looked around for the boy, but all he could see were people scurrying around and dancing.

Jaemin felt a pang at his heart when he realized the boy must not be here, and sadly looked at all the others dance. Pointless.

"Your Majesty is that you?" said a voice behind him, and he instantly turned around as he recognized that voice.

He turned around and was met with those warm brown ones, but the mask was different, it was now black with a curve at the eyes. His eyes. They had eyeliner around them with a sharp curve at the end, it made him look feminine and Jaemin couldn't get enough.

"It's you." He whispered, and the boy gave a soft smile that sent Jaemins heart soaring.

Jaemin then snapped out of his trance and immediately held his hand out in a polite manner.

"May I?" Jaemin asked, and the boy gave a eye smile.

"I'd thought you'd never ask." The boy admitted and took Jaemins hand as he was lead to the middle of the ball room. They were instantly off, dancing and dancing to the music, blending in with everyone else. Jaemin couldn't take his eyes off the boy, and it seemed the boy couldn't take his eyes off him either.

His body movement was so immersing, how his eyes were so soft and overwhelming, and how he'd open his mouth just slightly when they came close. Jaemin couldn't get enough.

The boy then looked around, and then came close to Jaemin, real close. Jaemin shivered when he felt the boys breath on his ear, he felt high off his scent.

"Let's go somewhere." He started as whispered, "Do you trust me?" Jaemin instantly nodded, as his heart was deciding these choices for him.

"Close your eyes." The boy whispered, and Jaemin immediately obeyed as his vision became pitch black. He felt hands then start to move with him, and started dancing again. The boy guided him somewhere, and all he could hear was the music dying out wherever they went.

All Jaemin cared right now was that the boy was leading him, his soft hands grasping his. Jaemins arms encircling around the boy as they danced and danced.

Jaemin felt tired from all the dancing, but almost suddenly, they stopped. Jaemin was holding the boy close, but they were bent down and the boy was underneath him. He could feel the breaths of him against his lips, and his sexual frustration came back.

"Open your eyes." The boy whispered softly, and Jaemin swore he felt his lips touch his. Jaemin slowly opened his eyes, and his breath was caught in his throat.

The boy no longer as his mask on- and Jaemin stared at the beautiful boy. He was ethereal, like a midnight starry sky. He was so immersing, Jaemin couldn't take his eyes off him. His cheeks were so perfectly defined, his skin glowed as the moonlight hit it, and Jaemin's eyes traveled down to his lips. Those lips were so red, plump, so frustrating to just look at.

"Forgive me your Majesty." The boy whispered, and before Jaemin could say anything back, those plump lips collided with his. It was like heaven. Heaven was all that could describe it. It was everything he ever imagined. He kissed back, so desperately for more. It was addictive, the boy tasted like strawberries, and his lips were molded perfectly for his.

Jaemin pulled the boy closer and they were now upright, his arms encircled around the boys small waist.

Not even realizing he was running out of breath, they pulled away. Jaemin finally realized they were in the piano room, and it was almost midnight. The ball would end soon.

"Don't go." Jaemin whispered as he looked at the boy, pleading.

The boy only smiled as he caressed Jaemins face, and Jaemin leaned into the soft touch. He stared at the boy, and the boy stared right back.

"What is your name?" Jaemin whispered.

Silence.

"Jeno. Lee Jeno." The boy whispered, and Jaemin felt weight being taken off his shoulders at once hearing his name roll off his lips.

"Jeno." He whispered as he stared into the boys eyes.

Then all the sudden they heard maids running down the hall, heading their direction, and Jaemin panicked as of being caught, especially with a boy.

"I must go Your Majesty." Jeno said and pulled away from Jaemins grasp.

"Wait!" Jaemin said as he grabbed the others arm, stopping him.

"Meet me tomorrow behind the castle! Before midnight!" He said desperately and the boy stared at him, then smiled.

He then shoved himself onto Jaemin as he went in for a quick kiss, and pulled away as he smiled.

"I'll be there." Jeno said quietly, and then ran off as the maids voices became crystal clear.

His presence disappeared, and Jaemins hands felt guilty. They felt so cold, so did his lips. He slowly went up and touched them, and gave a soft loving smile to himself as he remembered the boys touch.

Jeno.

He then looked down, and saw the boys mask, lying there. He slowly went and picked it up as he stared at it.

"Lee Jeno." He whispered to himself, then maids rushed into the room. Yelling his name as they looked panicked.

"Jaemin! Your father wishes for you at once!" One yells and he lets himself being pulled away, mask in hand.

One thought, one name, and one face on his mind.

Lee Jeno.