The catcalls and yells for Minho's attention had been going on for hours. They seemed like they would never stop. Minho was placed in a private cell now, meaning that he had walls around 3 of the 4 sides of his cell, and bars on the one with the door.

"Are you here for round 2, Prince Minho?"

"Scream for us your highness."

"Come over here and let me feel your insides again."

"Why don't you put on a show for us, pretty boy?"

"Come over here Minho, i have a problem and i know youre the solution."

"I want your pretty mouth on me, gorgeous."

"Little bitch boy."

"Pull your pants down and bend over for us."

"Slut."

"Let us touch you."

"I know you want it."

"Cumslut."

"Cut yourself with a knife, sexy. Your painful screams are so pleasurable."

Minho leaned up against the brick wall beside himself, pulling his knees up to his chest. He deserved this.

The yells were worse than the last times he had been sent down here as a punishment. Mabye it was because they knew they'd get to him after what they did. Mabye it was because they had actually managed to do a lot of what they wanted to him. Minho didn't know.

"Hey, your highness."

Minho opened his eyes at the familiar voice. It was soft and comforting. Jisung stood in front of Minho's cell, holding a plate of food. Minho could see Changbin enter the basement with his archery troop out of the corner of his eye. A faint smile fell onto Minho's face.

"Who's this pretty boy?"

"Let us watch you rape him Minho."

"Slap him and take him roughtly in front of us."

"Bring him over here to fix my problem."

"Is he a pretty little slut that lets us touch him like you did Minho?"

Minho could see that Jisung was uncomfortable with the prisoners' commonents.

"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP. THE NEXT PERSON THAT MAKES A NOISE GETS SHOT IN THE HEAD." Changbin shouted throughout the basement.

Everyone went silent. Changbin and his troops all got into their assigned portions, guarding the different rows of cells.

"I-I brought you some f-food, your highness." Jisung stuttered, showing Minho a soft smile.

Minho groaned in pain as he stood up, and carefully walked over to Jisung. Jisung handed Minho the plate through the bars, watching Minho put it down before sitting back down, this time in the corner between the brick wall and the cell.

"Thank you." Minho breathed out, while looking up at Jisung.

"No problem your highness." Jisung answered. He bowed, and was about to walk away.

"Jisung, wait." Minho called out.

Jisung turned back around, seeing Minho look at him with big round doe eyes while holding onto the metal bars he was leaning onto.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I treated you so badly and i  really shouldn't have touched you like that without permission. I know i don't deserve it, but i really hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me one day."

Jisung smiled softly and walked back to Minho. He crutched down and grabbed Minho's hand through the bars.

"I've already forgiven you, your highness. Don't worry about me." Jisung said with a smile before giving Minho's hand a small squeeze and turning around to leave the basement.

Minho sighed and closed his eyes. The cold metal against his skin was kind of comforting.

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Seungmin and Hyunjin were sitting side by side in the library, reading their books in silence. Seungmin was by long gone, focusing solemnly on the words on the pages. Hyunjin on the other hand had a bit more trouble focusing on the words in his hands. The sound of the king's hand colliding with Minho's cheek was stuck in his head. The king had always seemed like such a nice, caring man - at least by what the kingdom saw.

"Prince Seungmin?" Hyunjin softly asked while closing his book.

Seungmin looked up to meet Hyunjin's eyes.

"Please Hyunjin, how many times have i told you to call me Seungmin, just Seungmin." Seungmin giggled.

"Im sorry, Seungmin. I was just thinking-" Hyunjin continued.

"-Has your father ever done to you, what he did to Minho earlier?" Hyunjin hesitantly asked, unsure if he had crossed a line.

Seungmin stayed silent for a second before he sighed and put his book down on top of Hyunjin's at the table.

"He has never hit me, he has only ever hit Minho because Minho tends to act against my father's will a lot. He has however punished me by butting me in the basement. All my other brothers have been through that as well." Seungmin answered.

Hyunjin put his hand on top of Seungmin's and stroked it as he spoke.

"Im sorry, that's so horrible." Hyunjin said, talking this opportunity to intertwine his fingers with Seungmin's.

"Staying in the basement is not that bad, it's the fact that there are so so many prisoners down there that makes it bad. Every single one of them shouting for us to undress and touch ourselves so that they can watch and get off to it. It's so uncomfortable."

Seungmin closed his eyes and tried to shake the memory out of his head. Hyunjin scooted closer to Seungmin and wrapped his free arm around the boy to comfort him.

Seungmin opened his eyes again, making him jump because of Hyunjin's face right next to his. Hyunjin chuckled and started stroking Seungmin's side. Seungmin smiled and leaned into Hyunjin's body. The two stayed like that for a while, just listening to the silence of the room.

Seungmin fiddled with Hyunjin's hand while laying in the crook of his arm. Meanwhile Hyunjin was looking at Seungmin's side profile. The young prince must have been the most gorgeous boy ever to walk this earth, Hyunjin was absolutely certain.

Seungmin turned his head to look at Hyunjin as well, making their noses bump together. Both boys jumped a bit but neither moved away. Hyunjin was looking at Seungmin with wide eyes. Seungmin found it adorable how flustered the elder got around him.

Seungmin looked across Hyunjin's face. It was so perfect, Seungmin felt slightly jealous that he couldn't look like that too. Hyunjin's eyes were so sparkling and beautiful, his nose was absolutely perfect, the small mole under his eye was the cutest thing ever, his flawless skin, his pink, plump, lush lips.

"Hyunjin?" Seungmin breathed out.

Hyunjin only hummed, busy drowning in Seungmin's eyes.

"Can i kiss you?" Seungmin whispered, still holding eye contact with Hyunjin.

Hyunjin's eyes grew even wider. Seungmin smiled at the sight. Hyunjin's whole face turned red in a matter of a second. The elder gave off a faint nod, still looking like a startled cherry.

Seungmin rubbed his nose against Hyunjin's for a second before rubbing it softly down from the tip of his nose to his cheek. Seungmin then angled his chin up and kissed Hyunjin's lips softly. Hyunjin immediately accepted Seungmin's lips, holding onto them with his own.

Their lips moved slowly together while their hands smuck along each other's bodies, eventually eding up at their destined spot - Hyunjin's hands resting on Seungmin's waist and Seungmin's hands tangled into the hair on the back of Hyunjin neck.

Seungmin eventuallt disconnected their lips to draw a breath, before softly taking Hyunjin's lips against his own again. Hyunjin pulled Seungmin into his body while tilting his head to meet Seungmin's lips better. The two were so engrossed in their own little bubble they didn't hear the door to the library opening.

"We're sorry to interfere, but we were sent in here to fetch some books for dad."

Seungmin and Hyunjin jumped off of each other, looking towards the door with wide eyes and red cheeks.

Woojin and Chan walked into the room, hand in hand. They showed the engaged couple a sly smirk before moving to search the shelves for the books they came for.

"Im surprised, Seungmin-" Woojin said, while searching the shelves.

"-i vividly remember you saying you'd never fall for your arranged husband, so what was it we just witnessed? I mean i couldn't have been a kiss could it?"

Seungmin hid away in his hands while groaning. It wad embarrassing enough that his brother saw him kiss Hyunjin, but he also just had to say that out loud with Hyunjin in the room.

"Shut up Woowie, you're embarrassing Seungmin in front of his boyfriend." Chan said with a laugh.

"Hey, no swearing, Mr. Bang. We're in the castle." Woojin said, hitting Chan's head softly with a book.

"I don't think you have anything to day about swearing Woowie. The words you moaned last ni-"

"CHRISTOPHER BANG, IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT FINISHING THAT SENTENCE I WILL HAVE YOU THROWN IN THE HOLE FOR A MONTH."

"What hole?" Chan smugly answered, getting greeted by a book in face a second later.

Chan groaned in pain and rubbed his forehead where the book had hit him.

"That hurt, you shit." Chan said while picking up the book.

"Serves you right." Woojin said, not even bothering to look at Chan.

Chan frowned and walked up to his husband. The younger wrapped his arms around Woojin's slim waist and rested his head on his back.

"Im sorry baby, i was just teasing." Chan mumbled, feeling bad.

Woojin sighed and turned around to wrap Chan up in a real hug. He knew Chan always felt guilty for the smallest things.

"It's fine Chrissy, just please dont talk about our sex-life in front of my brothers." Woojin said while rocking Chan back and forth.

Chan nodded his head.

"They left right after i called Hyunjin Seungmin's boyfriend so they didnt hear anything." Chan mumbled into Woojin's neck.

Woojin kissed Chan's head.

"Ok then, I'm sorry for yelling baby. Now give me a kiss."

Chan giggled and moved out of the hug to kiss his husband softly.