Minhyuk prepares the lower bunkbed for his slumber.

The voice had just informed them, that night had finally arrived and they may rest.

A short glimpse at the window and the doctor can see the already charcoal dark sky filled with millions of stars.

The moon probably on the other side of the house so Minhyuk can't see the astro, yet its powerful glow eradiates on the small leaves of the trees, transforming the whole picture in a terrifyingly beautiful scene.

"Excuse me? May I bother you with some questions?" The brunette turns around to be met with the prince's eyes gazing at his back tentatively.

"Of course, is it a medical question? Were you injured this afternoon on the fall?" Hyunjin shakes his head.

"I was not hurt, perhaps bruised yet the pain is supportable. The question I have is ... about Mister Lee's time at therapy." Minhyuk mouth's an 'oh', scratching his nape in the process.

"Sit sit." The brunette pats his right hand on the bed, signaling for the black-haired to take a seat next to him.

"If Sir sees it as inappropriate, I will refrain from bringing up the subject yet again." Minhyuk shakes his head.

"It's okay Hyunjin. It's all in the past so I'm more then happy to answer." The prince puts his hair behind his ear, leaving the other side still tangling.

With time the white ribbon had loosened up, making more then just his bangs to peek out of its hold.

"When did Sir realize ... that it was not in fact curable?" Minhyuk had the anwser on the top of his tongue, yet stops himself from saying it out loud without giving it a thought.

I didn't

That was the most sincere anwser he could give. But in this case, Hyunjin seemed confused himself. Like he was looking for anwsers for his own little demons.

Just because Minhyuk had gone through a rough path, making himself doubt his own desires and morals doesn't mean he should break this guy's expectations.

The doctor hums, thinking about a more legitimate anwser.

"When I ... saw what other people did to themselves to fit in, when I saw how all of them were simply lying and none were actually getting better, I started doubting. If they were there for longer then me and still hadn't been cured, how could I be?" Hyunjin nods, bouncing his left leg slightly.

He somehow seems nervous.

"Sir presumed, since the others were not near to being cured?" Minhyuk looks thoughtful but soon shakes his head.

"Not quite ... that was when I started suspecting. The day I really realized was when my brother went to visit me. He was the first person to tell me that my sexuality had nothing wrong, that you can't cure something that isn't a disease." Hyunjin looks fascinated.

"That brother of yours is quite intelligent and understanding." Minhyuk smiles, hiding his petit hands behind his long sleeves.

The doctor loves his brother deeply and has forgiven him eventhough he never explicitly asked for it.

Yet the trauma in his head doesn't let him believe Minho's words. His mind keeps telling him, Minho only did it out of bad consciousness.

"Hey yo Samurai." Yoongi calls, having just finished settling his upper bunkbed and joining the long-haired near the table.

"Yes?" Dongju looks up curious about the other's question.

The Samurai had already undressed his kimono, being left with a white undergarment and underwear.

The color highlighting his pale complexities.

"Why did you become a Samurai?" Yoongi takes a glass and purrs himself some water.

As he swallows a bit of the refreshing drink, his throat thanks him greatly. He had been craving water for the whole stay but only now did he cease into his needs.

"Well ... at first I wanted to make my brother proud and follow his steps. He's a military officer and I just saw that as the ultimate best thing to be. Thing is ... my brother ... not only was he not proud of me, he has complete different morals then me and my sensei. He's in the military to prove his masculinity, to prove his strength ... hiding all the insecurities and vulnerabilities he has." Yoongi sits besides the other, legs open and angled against the legs of the chair.

His elbows on the table.

"So he's one of those guy's who think crying and showing weakness is being 'fag'?" Dongju would love to disagree but indeed his brother is hiding his true self behind a mask and he fears that mask will one day become his death just like Seppuku destroyed his sensei, his senpai will die of his own pride.

"I unfortunately can't deny it."

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"Seungmin was that your brother you just embraced when we all arrived at the glade?" Namjoon was sitting on his lower bunkbed, already haven undressed himself from his jacket.

"Yeah, why?" Seungmin was on the upper bed, already lying down and gazing to the sealing.

"Let me tell you ... he's handsome as fricking hell! He sure has to be an angel, such beauty has to be illegal.

Jooheon who was making his own upper bed, laughs out loud, having heard it all just like Gunhak, who simply giggles already lying covered in his bed, ready to sleep.

"I'm serious man! He's definitely husband material. I mean if we ever get out ... who know?" Seungmin leans in against the board of the lather and shoots killing glances at Namjoon from above.

"I ain't saying you're not right, just ... that you might wanna reconsider since his brother is ... well an officer of the law." Jooheon adds, finally finished with his own bed.

The cottage was so incredibly hot, he just had to take of his jumper, exposing his naked torso.

He lets the shirt hanging on the board at his side and does the same with his already undressed pants.

Namjoon pouts, showing his dimples.

"And y'all? Do you have anyone?" Seungmin remains silent.

Gunhak thinks for a bit while the lawyer anwsers.

"Well I'm single as a pringle. But I do see alot of potential in these guys. Have you seen them? They look photoshoped! Jesus, lord have mercy!" Gunhak giggles.

"Do you mean one in particular?" The bartender asks.

"Mh ... if I had to pick ..." Jooheon scrunches his nose, showing his deep dimples.

He can see that ravened boy standing in front of him, looking just as mysterious as handsome.

His gelled back hair showing his gorgeous face and masculine traits.

Jesus I can even bottom for him.

"Don't droll to much Jooheon or you might wet the bed." Namjoon retorts, giggling.

"Hey! He's just handsome, okay? You see that ravened from team red? My brother is so fricking lucky! He's in with two handsome dudes and a fricking model!" Even Seungmin giggles at that remark, forgetting for a split second what Namjoon had said earlier.

"Seems like you got a crush." Gunhak turns to the side, seeing Namjoon lie down himself.

"It's not like that ... it's just babbling I've never had anything with a guy." Jooheon pouts hard.

He turns around, trying to find a good position.

"You can have your first time with him. I mean I would even leave our cottage free if you need." The lawyer takes his pillow, smashing it against Gunhak's face.

"You're even undressed already!" Jooheon blushes faintly, covering himself with the blanked so not even his face could look out.

"And you?" Namjoon looks at Gunhak, who was still recovering from the blow.

"I dig long hair; so if I had to choose it would either be prince charming that saved that one grumpy dude or the Japanese one." Namjoon furrows his brows, lying on his own arm.

"A Japanese one?" Gunhak nods.

"Yeah, the one with the kimono. Didn't you pay attention on history class?" Seungmin retorts making Namjoon scuff.

"I was to preoccupied with studying economics then anything else." Seungmin sits up and tries to find a good angle to lock eyes with Gunhak.

"My brother overheard one of his teammates say that he's even a Samurai." The bartender's eyes sparkle up.

"Fuck yeah! Not only long haired and handsome, he's got the muscles as well." Jooheon who was trying to disappear, finally found his way back to life as he muters out: "You gotta be careful or he might pin you against the wall."

Gunhak takes the other's pillow and stands up. He tosses it to the other's face.

"Who told you I didn't want that? And Mister ... we're even."

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