The A-list

Kang Daniel is the cream of the A's, coming from the A bloodline of Kangs. He is the most respected, most influential, drop-dead-gorgeous royalty of One Country of Korea.
Every year, young men are given an opportunity to challenge the prince on a match, either to list-up or get a position in the Blue Palace -- the Annual Confrontare. For the past 10 years, none have succeeded.
Ong Seongwu, son of E's, was drawn out to join the Annual Confrontare. The Ong family couldn't help but rejoice yet Seongwu, thinks otherwise.
Seongwu didn't like the prince's way of running the show and he doesn't like the Prince at all. Prince Daniel is exhausted of the tradition and plans to put to an end of the Annual Confrontare. Both sick of the system. Yet never the same insights.
Between the A-list and the E-list's fateful encounter, will hatred and anger turn into something more?
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Chapter 1: PROLOGUE

Chapter Text

-- [A day before the Annual Confrontare]

"Hey, Dan?"

"'Sup." Daniel needn't to turn around to see the uninvited guest.

"You know its tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, I do." Jonghyun rested his back against the doorway, looking at the broad back of his bestfriend. Sometimes he wonders if Daniel was actually busy or was just pretending to be.

"Not nervous, aren't you? The Committee of the Contfrontare will be drawing out the delegates later."

"No, I'm not nervous and; yes, I'm very much aware." Silence. Scribbling of pen occupied the dead air. He was doing this since he was 12.

"Very well, I'll see you in the afternoon broadcast, Your highness." Daniel nodded. With a hoping sigh, Lord Jonghyun left the halls.

The prince stopped in his journal.

He knew that it was the time of the year again -- the Annual Confrontare. This time, before he age another year and become King, he decided to end this challenge once and for all.

"The hell with every men in this country; I shall stand victorious at the very end."

Chapter Text

-- [5 days before the Annual Confrontare]

Ong family was never been ecstatic after receiving the mail this morning. They can finally lift the mountain of debts that's been resting on their shoulders for years and Seongwu, the only XY-chromosome child of the family was their one-way ticket to the Annual Confrontare.

On the contrary, Seongwu hated the idea. "You what?"

"Son, its time for us to grab the opportunity to mobilize our social listing," Mrs. Ong smiled.

"You've been dodging this event eversince you turned 20. Now, I think you should give it a shot."

"Mom, wth?! You filled out the form in my stead? Without me knowing it?" Seongwu felt like choking.

"Actually, I did." Seoyu raised her hand along with her brows. She just wanted to tease her little brother by adding more fuel to the fire.

"Seoyu??! SERIOUSLY?"

"Hey its not like I signed you up for military or death sentence?" He can feel his ears getting number every second. He doesn't want to hear any of these anymore.

"Chill lil bro." Seongwu could only hold his breath.

"Seongwu," Mrs. Ong held her son's hand. He's weak for this gestures. He's weak for his family, in general.

"Your father has been away in Australia for years now. All he ever wanted was for us to have a better life and this, my son, is our chance to elevate our listing!"

He's weak for his family, but sometimes their reasoning are not quite... well, considerate. Seongwu could only bury his head in his hand.

"We love you, Seongwu. Now go be our family's Prime!"

"Ugh. Screw this family."

The Annual Confrontare is the only opportunity bestowed by the constitution to all male offspring of a family from every listing, to challenge an A-list to a duel that excludes death in order to gain a favor. Favors may vary upon the request of the Prime -- the victor from the lower listing. It may be elevation of listing, employment in the palace, a business grant, financial support, and many more.

Seongwu's family was stuck in the E-list as their father worked as a journalist in his youth. However, due to their debts and increasing demands, he left the country to work overseas.

"Congratulations!"

"Stop it, Minhyun. I'm not happy even the slightest." Seongwu has the longest face since this morning and Minhyun, his best bud, find it funny.

"What's so bad with being confirmed as an eligible bachelor for the Confrontare? Its not like you're already qualified for the top 20..."

Seongwu stopped in his tracks and shot glares at his friend. He's been pushed to the wall by his beloved family, and now its his bestfriend's turn. If he was confirmed as a candidate then its not impossible to qualify, and that's the problem.

"Know what's bad?"

"What?"

"The fact that we're against the A's?!!--"

"I know that, genius. But could you just look at it on another angle? You know, perhaps if you win, you could wish for your father home and elevate your listing? Or wish for a job in the Blue Palace, may be?"

"Dude, did you just stuff my mouth with sushi?"

"Yes. Yes I did." Seongwu chewed and swallowed the free food. As if he'll become the Prime. Both of them were picking on each other until they reach the Treehouse.

"Minhyun bro!"

"Seonho, what's up?" An 18-year old guy ran to Minhyun which caught him offguard with an embrace. Seongwu bit his lower lip to refrain himself from laughing.

"Oh, its the fox and the 3-point seal!"

"Sup, Don Mills--" The Treehouse's father made a serious face. Seongwu blinked, he really can't read this man sometimes.

"--sir!" Minhyun added. He elbowed Seongwu and mouthed: honorofics please.

"I heard that you guys are joining the Annual Confrontare?" Don Mills sipped from his can of Sapporo.

"Yes, Seongwu here got the confirmation mail for the qualifying round."

"Is that so?" Don Mills's gaze shifted to Seongwu. He's still irritated from what happened but he can't possibly exhibit such disposition in front of his leader.

"Well, that's right." How he wish that Don Mills would not kick him out of The Treehouse.

The Treehouse is an underground revolutionary party that was founded by Don Mills and Cheetah. They are a D-list and C-list who wanted to help other lists to get the betterment of life. All lists from C to F are welcome to join as they are united by one goal: to scrap the system of listing.

"Its a good opportunity, Seal."

"Why, may I ask?" Isn't this what we avoided the most? To be associated with the stupid challenge day with the prince? Seongwu thought.

"Ironically speaking but it will benefit our movement for we can finally progress our plan." The leader gulped the last drop of beer. The two brothers exchanged looks.

"With you guys in the Confrontare, we can make it happen this year, before the prince becomes the king."

Chapter 3 Chapter Text

-- [3 days before the Annual Confrontare]

Hustling-and-bustling was nothing new for the Blue Palace, especially during this time of the year. From gardeners to guards, one cannot catch a single shadow idling around.

Everything was fast-paced, except for Daniel.

"Good Morning, Your Highness."

The palace maids and butlers pulled their breaks after spotting the prince in the halls, like not in a rush.

He was headed to the King's office, a clipboard and a couple of record file in hand. Daniel nodded once to the helpers. He knew they needed to be in their workplaces, so he didn't bother asking.

In three days, the commencement of what he calls as "royal-publicity variety show" will take place. All he has to do is to break his 10-year record of sending all Primes home crying, dreams shattered.

Once he's king, a new era will begin. Daniel has been chanting this in his head for weeks now.

"My apologies, Your Highness, but the King is out of the country right now to take care of some business," The Prince's eyes darkened. Change will have to wait for now. Probably.

"He greatly insists that you monitor the preparations for today." Great. A royal homework.

"Oh. Alright," Daniel hid the files behind his back, which he burned all night, and as well as his dismay. Mr. Han, the palace's head butler, coughed.

"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Han."

"Anytime, my Prince." He was about to exit the royal board room and scoop away his report, but Daniel paused in his track.

"One more thing, Mr. Han." The 70-year old head butler turned to his prince.

"Anything I can help you with, Your Highness?" Coughing.

"Can you please fetch me some anti-cough and allergens in the drug store?"

/*/*/*/

It was the first time Seongwu saw such long line.

"Uh, Minhyun..?"

"Yeah?"

"Remind me again why should I be standing in the middle of this nonsense?" Minhyun closed his newspaper and scowled at Seongwu.

"Your WHOLE family is counting on you; Don Mills and the Treehouse is counting on you too and; I'm counting on you, bro."

Seongwu stared into Minhyun's eyes. "Bro,"

"Bro."

"Screw you." The fox chuckled like crazy. Luckily, Seongwu is in 101st in the line, out of 102.

Today is the final day of picking the qualifying gents who will participate in the Annual Confrontare. The candidates' photos will be taken and will be sent to the Committee on Confrontare, alongside their personal information, to draw the top 10 for each listing.

The lottery will be broadcasted nationwide under the Seoul Broadcasting Network.

"Did you bring your masterpieces?"

"No?"

"Why not?"

"What for? Its not like I'm into this." Minhyun frowned. Photography was his bestfriend's first love and to flaunt his talent to the world was Seongwu's dream. Now, he's just wasting his opportunity.

"Seongwu! Minhyun!"

Both of them turned around. Seongwu's eyes almost dropped from its sockets. "Mom??"

"Hello Mrs. Ong, good day." Minhyun bowed.

"Hello dear, you look handsome as always!" A foxy smile curved from Minhyun's lips. First compliment of the day.

"Thank you, Mrs. Ong."

"Call me Auntie, child!"

While his mom's getting all gushy with his bestfriend, Seongwu couldn't help but act like vomitting from the sides.

"What are you doing here, Mrs.-- Auntie, if I may ask?"

"Well of course, I'm here to support my hopes and dreams!"

"Who? Hwang Minhyun?" Seongwu answered with a sarcastic frown. Sometimes, he wonders if he's adopted and Minhyun is the biological son. Or worse, his mom just developed a crush on his bestfriend.

"Oh c'mon Mr. Jelly, YOU ARE MY HOPES AND DREAMS." An arm reached out to Seongwu and a kiss landed on his cheeks.

"Mom? Wth?" He could just melt in humiliation right now. In front of his foxy friend. Thanks to his publicly affectionate mother.

"What? Can I not kiss my tough-tootin' baby in front of everyone now?"

"Tough-tootin'?" Minhyun giggled. Flames burned around Seongwu's aura and he knows that Minhyun knows that someone's gonna die later.

/*/*/*/

"Danny boy!"

Daniel froze upon hearing that childish nickname. He turned to see the nightmare he's going to have while awake. "Baekho?"

Duke Dongho hurried down the grand staircase as Prince Daniel hesitantly approached him. The duke glanced at the guards from both sides and formally bowed to his Highness. "Prince,"

"Are you mocking me?"

"What do you think, cousin?" Daniel rolled his eyes and landed a soft punch on Dongho's shoulder. Both of them chuckled and greeted each other.

"Pardon my rudeness but do you have any business in my palace?"

"Soon." Dongho pointed out. "Soon to be yours, if I may say. Well, I'm here to spearhead the preparations for your grand event, Your Highness."

Indeed, Kang Dongho (also called Baekho), Duke of Gangnam, is the one manifesting a mature image in the room. So, despite being the more powerful one, Daniel chose to be low-key with his cousin. They have mutual respect for each other after all.

"What's with the big preparations? Its not like its different from last year's, is it not?"

"Oh ho, you better believe when I say it is." Dongho smirked. Now the prince is confused.

"How come?"

"You'll know, Prince. Once the King arrives and the broadcast starts." All that he can digest was the tap on the shoulder from Dongho and his grin, and everything else was blank in Daniel's mind.

There's really this unfortunate omen that surrounds his cousin. Much greater than a black cat's appearance from an open window.

This was the nightmare he was anticipating.

Chapter 4 Chapter Text

-- [A day before the Annual Confrontare]

"Rise and shine sleepy head! UP, UP, UP!"

Seongwu felt the cold kiss of November on his feet. He reached for his blanket but oddly, it wasn't there. His eyes lazily opened.

"Seoyu... give me back my blanket! Its freezing..!"

"Well you wouldn't freeze if you were as curvy as me."

"Ha ha ha, very funny." Sunshine barged inside his room and Seongwu was a vampire. Protesting against his older sister will do him no good so he dragged himself off of bed.

"Morning, Son!"

"Morning..." Seongwu couldn't help but yawn. He went straight to the toilet because first things first in the morning.

Today was the day that all fathers and mothers have been waiting for. The day that the Committee on Confrontare will be drawing out the Top 50 gentlemen who shall join this year's challenge.

Mrs. Ong had to wake up early to cook scrambled eggs for Seongwu and sunny side-up for Seoyu as they wait for the broadcast to begin. Aside from Seongwu joining the draw, Mrs. Ong is thankful that they have a TV to watch the broadcast with.

"I hope this year's candidates are as good-looking as the Prince." Seoyu remarked in hope.

"Then I can't qualify, sister."

"Why is that?" Mrs. Ong halted the conversation and a possible headache that comes after sibling fights.

"Because you're unsightly?"

"Because I'm PERFECT." Seongwu winked and darted for a piece of scramble. Seoyu almost choked with her food. Mama Ong just snickered with her son's punchline.

A knock and a voice from the door echoed, "Seongwu??"

"I'll go get it." Seoyu stood up without a hinch. It was a rare sighting for Seongwu, to see his older sister go pick up the visitor. Is this perhaps the effect of realizing that he was too gorgeous to open a door in the morning?

Mrs. Ong spared a look on the wall clock, hanging from their floral wallpapered-living room, and quickly punched the power button on the remote control.

"Its almost time!"

//"A pleasant day to the One Country of Korea! This is a live telecast of the Annual Confrontare coverage brought to you by the Seoul Broadcasting Network..."//

And this is where my bitter youth begins, Seongwu thought.

"Knock, knock. Good morning, Ong family."

"Minhyun!"

"Hello Auntie, I'm sorry for the early intrusion... Here, a congratulatory gift for your son." Seongwu glared once at Minhyun, who was carrying a basket of goods, then focused back to his breakfast. What good morning.

"Have a seat, Minhyun." Seoyu kindly offered. If Seongwu knew, his sister ran to the door because she has memorized his bestfriend's voice.

"Bro,"

"Bro." They exchanged nods. Minhyun pulled a seat beside Seongwu and whispered.

"Don Mills wanted to give you that basket."

"For what?"

"I don't know. There is a letter under it, you go check it yourself."

"SHH! This is it everyone!" Mama Ong shushed the two and everyone's attention were pinned to the TV. Seongwu couldn't care less.

//"Time-check, its 7:30 in the morning. This is your host, Andy Chu, bringing you the live telecast of the annual lottery of the Confrontare!"//

Tension was rising inside the house. Seoyu, Mrs. Ong, and Minhyun cheered for the program, at least. Its like Seongwu isn't in the same table as their's.

//"Wow, I can't believe its the time of the year again, seeing youthful men standing up for his family... Alright, this is it folks! The first draw will be coming from the B-list. Mr. Go, the head committee chairman of the lottery will be drawing out the first 10 names. Sir?"//

"Tsk, tsk. Bad shot B's." Seoyu shook her head and crossed her arms. For the past years, the upper lists have been pulling their luck by influence to be the Prime of the Confrontare.

"Aren't you going for them? You know, B's are quite a face." Seongwu teased. His sister glowered at him.

"No. They can have all the money and power they want. Those greedy people sickens me."

//"First ball, an heir from Busan, Park Jihoon!"//

The heir's photo appeared in the TV with his glorious name, list, ID number, and his occupation. Seongwu was surprised to see how young the guy was, and how good-looking he is.

Seongwu glanced over his sister, mouth ajar, and eyes almost sparkling like a crystal. He fought back his laughter. Greedy people, what?

//"Looks like a prime minister's son will be joining us, and here we have Samuel Kim!"//

"Now that's a big shot."

//"For the third ball... another politician's pride, Minister Lee's son, David Lee!"//

If Seongwu could roll his eyes all day long then it might have seen his brain already. He just finished eating when he noticed his mom's brows furrowing. He stood, went to his mother's side, and sheltered her under his wing.

"Mom, relax." Mama Ong could only smile and nod, as she stroke her son's hands.

"I think this will take a while. Why don't we... eat first?"

Chapter 5 Chapter Text

-- [A day before the Annual Confrontare]

A breeze blew inside the palace windows making the vibrant royal blue curtains dance. Double knocks were heard outside Daniel's room. He didn't respond and this was the queue for the intruder to turn the knob.

"Hey, Dan?"

"'Sup." Daniel needn't to turn around to see the uninvited guest. Its Lord Jonghyun, same class and his best friend in Produce Academy, school for royalty.

"You know its tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, I do." Jonghyun rested his back against the doorway, looking at the broad back of his bestfriend. Sometimes he wonders if Daniel was actually busy or was just pretending to be.

"Not nervous, aren't you? The Committee on Contfrontare will be drawing out the delegates later."

"No, I'm not nervous and; yes, I'm very much aware." Silence. Scribbling of pen occupied the dead air. He's been running this event since he was 12.

"Very well, I'll see you in the afternoon broadcast, Your Highness." Daniel nodded. Ever since they were students, the Prince has this dominating aura around him. With a hoping sigh, Lord Jonghyun left the halls.

The prince stopped in his journal.

His final Confrontare year as a Prince has just begun. After the crown is passed to him, no more of this event shall be witnessed by his country.

That's his vow.

"The hell with every men in this country; I shall stand victorious at the very end."

/*/*/*/

"I cant look! I can't look! Is it the E-list now?" Minhyun peeped to glance at the TV. The Ong family (featuring Minhyun) had gathered around the living room after a hearty meal to wait for the E-list.

Every tick of the clock and every crunch of a popcorn is driving Seongwu nuts. How long should he lament over this?

//"Now for this year's E-listers..."//

"Oh my precious, here it goes." Seoyu gripped the bowl of popcorn intensely.

//"Woah! Apparently, this listing has the MOST number of aspiring challengers that has been recorded in his history! Indeed, the spirit of our patriotism is burning!"//

Spirit of patriotism, my buttocks. Seongwu clenched his teeth. If there are so many challengers this year, then he has a thin chance.

//"For the first ball of E-list... Mr. Go?//

Going through the hellish balling of names was killing Seongwu. He stood, tapped Minhyun's arm, and headed to the kitchen.

"What's the matter?"

"Haven't you heard that amateur host's comment?" He whispered loudly, pointing out to the TV in the living room. Minhyun's head tilted.

"He said that there are plenty of challengers this year! And if that's the case," The rising tension turned to excitement. Seongwu grabbed Minhyun on both forearms. A grin carving from his mouth.

"I DON'T HAVE A CHANCE!!"

"SHH! Are you guys fighting in there?" No, both instantly replied.

"So, you're THAT happy?"

"Grand."

"I don't know Seongwu, but the universe likes to play with us sometimes. Keep that in mind." In a blink of an eye, Seongwu was left there alone, thrilled all by himself.

A rather supportive pal, he thought.

He was about to return to the living room when he saw the gift basket at the counter. A confidential message waiting for him underneath.

Seongwu opened the blood red envelope with the black seal of The Treehouse on it. He read it carefully:

Seal,

You need to go inside the palace...

Oh great, an order. Its like its a first encounter with those words from the heads.

We knew that it was a tough year to get through, but we already processed it...

That's good. Wait, they what?? Seongwu's eyes widened. In nervousness, he bolted to the living room.

"Minhyun! What's this all about?"

//"Ninth lucky person is, from Pyeongnam, Ong Seongwu!"//

Too late, his world started to crumble. Nothing was heard. He can only see flying pillows, her mom's joyous wail, and his ridiculous photo taken last two days ago, now seen by the whole country.

Embrace and 'congratulations' filled the room. For the first time in forever, Seongwu wanted to cry and elope with his remaining pride. If there is some more left.

Yet the letter has not yet concluded.

Do not perish, for we sent your best friend to accompany you in your mission...

//"Aaaand the last one! Another from Pyeongnam, Hwang Minhyun!"//

May the odds be in our side.

All hail the New Country of Korea!

- D&C, The Treehouse

Bewilderment. Betrayal. And beer. He could use some right now.

His voice seemed to have left him. His thoughts were shambled. Minhyun had done nothing.

"Isn't this great, son? Minhyun will be there too!"

"Huh, yeah.. right. Absolutely..."

From then onwards, Seongwu reminded himself not to trust the universe and its pranks.

Chapter 6 Chapter Text

-- [9 hours before the afternoon broadcast for the Annual Confrontare]

Prince Daniel was patiently pacing around the Royal Hall for the Queen's arrival. He can't believe that both of his parents are putting the event aside. Or rather, putting him aside.

"Mother... where on the corners of Asia are you?"

Minutes later, the royal announcer barged in and the trumpet echoed through the hall. "Her Majesty, Queen Kang has just arrived."

"Mother? Oh, finally!" Daniel scurried over to the queen, ready to welcome her with a hug, but the sight of two ladies made him halt.

"Daniel, my Prince! How are you?"

"Greetings, Your Highness." Both women maintained a low-head and curtsied at the Prince, as they stood on both sides of the Queen.

Daniel returned the greetings and couldn't help but stare. Out of curiosity.

"Mother, who are these stunning ladies, should I ask?"

"Oh, this is Lady Sejeong, from the House of the Kims in Gyeonggi-do." The lady with a long, curly, brown hair in the purple gown bowed.

"And this is Lady Somi, daughter of the minister of arts."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness." The lady with a shoulder-length, brown-black hair in the pastel pink gown said.

"Likewise." The prince breathed. Though he could hardly understand what's with all these people.

The two ladies were lead to the Boudair, by which the Kangs were left discussing in the Royal Hall.

"Where have you been? I've been worrying for days!"

"Calm down, Daniel. Your mother just visited the rural areas, shopped for some souveneirs, had afternoon tea with other blue-bloods."

"And those two are?" The Queen frowned. Without any warning, she slapped the Prince's forehead.

"Ow!!"

"Prince Daniel Kang, an A-lister, top-of-the-line man among men, how dare you speak ill of our guests?!" Daniel could only rub and hold his stinging forehead. Her mom is truly scarier than the king, himself.

"You can't deny that by the end of this year, you are to be crowned as the King. However, how could that be possible if you have no wife at all?"

"Mother, its still too early for that." PAK! Another slap in the forehead, another yelp.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We are beyond late, my son! We need you to wed to the best woman there is and continue the line of the Kangs!" The Prince pouted. He never saw the Queen get too much drunk about the future. She's rushing too much.

"By the way, I'll be leaving the Confrontare issue to you and your father. Man-to-man talk, I say." The Queen stroked her son's hair and planted a kiss on Daniel's forehead. He didn't have the chance to protest, it might've gotten redder.

"Now if you need me, I'll just be in the boudair, drinking tea and talking to one of your future wife. Ciao!"

Yup, there goes my beloved queen mother. Daniel thought as he watched his mother walk away on the red carpet.

The live telecast of the Confrontare lottery is still on-going. Daniel battles himself whether to watch and see his challengers' faces or to wait until the files are settled on his desk.

Or better yet, he find Mr. Han to do something about his stinging 'third-eye'.

/*/*/*/

Tapping. Clock ticking.

"I swear to the royal family, I didn't mean to hide this from you!"

More tapping.

"Bro, I... ugh," Minhyun could only breath out and bow his head.

Birds are singing above the roof, a newsie is yelling and pedaling his way to deliver the newspapers, and the rich aroma of coffee is right under their nostrils -- a peaceful morning, indeed.

"Seongwu, forgive me."

Peaceful, until the broadcast revealed Minhyun's secret.

"Minhyun, buddy, my best pal," Seongwu started in a clear, calm tone.

Forgiveness was all Minhyun could ask for from his pal. Though he knows very well, that Seongwu has a tough heart. At times.

"How could you make me feel so stupid in that picture-taking line a couple of days ago?"

And here he goes.

"Telling me that the whole humanity is counting on me, while you, were also in this too?" Scammed. Seongwu just experienced serious fraud and now he's traumatized.

"I'm sorry, really!"

"Why?"

Slowly, Minhyun stared at Seongwu's eyes. He's sad, he thought.

"Why did you have to do that?"

"Because... I wanted to surprise you--"

"Well, I am very much ASTOUNDED, mister! Excellent job on that one." Minhyun gulped and froze.

He can't win over his best friend's strong personality. Seongwu's the best guy he's known, so he regrets everything.

"--and I just happen to know about this last night, from DM."

The coldness in Seongwu's eyes began to melt. He knew that Minhyun can never lie to him. Hide a secret? Sure he could. But bro code is absolute.

"You... HUH?"

"Its difficult to explain but DM must've decided on things before I could even meddle." Minhyun clasped his hands and looked on the ground.

"Wait, so does this mean that... Don Mills fixed your papers, then tampered with the lottery??" Both of their eyes popped out and rushed to cover Seongwu's mouth. Four palms against a big mouth.

"SHHH!!"

The two reflected about how sly and determined their bosses are. They are starting to quiver from fear, just imagining the consequences if they both ended up losing.

"We better glue our feet to the ground," Minhyun stared at his friend's burning intensity.

"Because we can not afford to fall down from the mountain."

/*/*/*/

"Your Highness, the King awaits you."

Triumphing over his stinging forehead, Prince Daniel turned to Mr. Han with a delighted smile upon hearing this.

He almost jumped out of his office chair and hugged the butler, but didn't. At least he tried not to.

"Finally," He said to himself. Before he could pass by the old guy, he tapped Mr. Han's shoulder twice and remarked. "Do not forget to drink the medicines I ordered you to buy, three times a day."

"Yes, Your Highness. I am truly grateful to your kindness."

He was more grateful to the butler's unconditional service. Daniel swept the record file that was waiting to be scanned by the King, two days ago, and brought it with him.

He needs to brief his plan to the King at once.

"Your majesty," After triple knocks, Daniel calmly entered the King's office and greeted his father.

"My son! How are you doing?"

"Quite positive, father." He beamed.

"I would like to apologize for my absence, days before this event started, son. Overseas business is rather handful and needs to be taken care of immediately. Not that its more important than my own child. No offense, Daniel." The King's deep chuckling voice echoed in the room. It was contagious, so Daniel snickered too.

"None taken. Being a King means not only looking out for your own offspring, but also for your children, as a father of this country." Amazement.The King was speechless with his son's intellect.

"I have raised you right, haven't I?" He placed a hand over Daniel's shoulder and smiled. "Someday, you will become the greatest ruler that this country has ever known."

"Thank you father." That's going to happen soon, Daniel thought.

The prince proceeded with his agenda with the King and submitted his reports as well as the proposition regarding the Confrontare. As expected, the King just scanned the records and closed it, saying he'll review them after the afternon broadcast.

Right, the broadcast. Daniel almost forgot. He was too busy waiting for the king.

"By the way, I have the official list of the challengers for this year's Confrontare.' The King tapped on the stack of folders with the Committee on Confrontare's logo in front.

It was a temptation to borrow it, so Daniel brushed it away.

"Um, regarding this year's Confrontare," Daniel caught his father's attention.

"Duke Dongho had told me that there are changes in the event, may I know how it will differ from last year, Your Majesty?"

"So, you and your cousin already talked about it," The King abandoned the document he was reading and focused on the prince.

"Not much, per se." The King nodded.

"I see. Well brace yourself, my Prince, for I have prepared this event before my future successor takes over. Your logical and critical thinking, establishment of relationship with other people, just and fair judgement, and the true essence of being a Kang shall be put under the test."

Heart thumping. Throat gulping. Full of surprises.

"This year, you shall not only take your fellowmen head-on but you have to train them to become a Prime, yourself."

Hm, wait... What...???

"P-Pardon me?"

"You, Prince Daniel Kang, the heir of the A bloodline of Kangs, our country's future King, shall be the one to choose the Prime you ought to face in a duel."

Daniel blinked. He recognized that way of speaking. He's done for it.

Chapter 7 Chapter Text

-- [2 hours before the afternoon broadcast for the Annual Confrontare]

No doubt that the cold season is just around the corner; the King witnessed how the warmness of his chamomile tea escaped the air. That morning, the head of the Committee on Confrontare had dropped by to his office to submit the compilation of this year's challengers for the King's overview.

"Your Majesty, the compiled data sheet of the challengers."

"Thank you, Mr. Yoo."

He hadn't touch the folders since then, to be honest. Thanks to his interrogative son.

"Kim Samuel, Park Jihoon, Lee Daehwi," The King marveled the photos of the B-listers as he flip through the pages.

"Hmm, impressive." This is going to be a tough year for the prince, he shook his head in delight.

"Not bad, hmm..."

B's, C's, D's, E's, and F's -- they all went under the King's inspection. A bunch of hopefuls are waiting and that's going to be troublesome. Daniel must keep an eye out for the best of the best.

The King quickly flipped the folder. SWISH, a paper flew out and lied down the maroon-tinted carpet.

Its an E-list.

"7, 8, 9... Where is--Oh, there it is."

Right before the King's fingertips have touched the paper's prints, his eyes darted the photo that almost gave him a heart attack. "Mother of rice cakes,"

Due to excess laughter.

"Pff--What is this? Pffft--HAHAHAHAHA!"

His low, deep laughing voice occupied the office. Good thing, the walls are sound-proof. No one can hear the crazy laughter inside.

"This kid...! How hilarious!" Breath, breath, and calm down. The King struggled to catch his breath, then focused on the photo of the guy who was making a funny face.

"To submit this personal data sheet with that mocking photo, he sure have guts, eh? Unbelievable." It was cold, yet the King can feel himself sweating. Indeed, laughter is the best medicine as to sense of humor is the best heater.

"Ong. Ong Seongwu, Hehehe..."

He tapped the paper twice.

"This kid, I like him."

/*/*/*/

Daniel flattened his collar once more, brushed his hair for the nth time, and straightened his white designer-coat. He's ready. More than ready.

Pacing swift as the wind, he arrived at the Royal Reception Hall of the King and Queen, wherein cameras, a crew on a coffee break, and four empty sofas under the spotlight await him.

"Did I miss anything?"

"Yes you did, Dan." A calm and manly voice called out from behind.

He turned to respond to the familiar nickname given by a familiar person.

"Jonghyun!" Daniel could never mistook him for anyone.

Leaning from the doorway, Jonghyun matched Daniel's steps towards him, embraced each other, and gave one another a pat on the back.

"Haven't seen you in for so long?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? We just conversed yesterday."

"Well..." It feels like Daniel is a different person when he's inside his den and another one when he's outside of it.

"I just feel like I'm talking to someone else right now." That unmistakable smile, bright aura, and prince-ly look, is far from the Daniel he saw in the prince's room.

This persona is: I'm the Prince, now bow down and worship my charms. Let's get this on!

Jonghyun knew it better than anyone.

"I'm afraid you're wrong," Daniel gave a reassuring tap on Jonghyun's shoulder.

"Its just me." And that made everything okay.

"Well, well, well, Prince Danny." Behind the curtains a shadow emerged,ķ and at the front door, a prominent manly figure rose to life and marched down the carpet to greet the prince.

"Baekho?" Precisely.

"What are your business here? Aren't you supposedly in Paju, supervising the military boot camp?"

"Yes, I already have. In fact, I'll be back there after I watch my lousy cousin on-air." Feeling the hint of intimidation, the Prince's back straightened even more and tightened his core.

"Pardon? I do a hundred of push-ups every single day."

"Oh really? That's great! I've done a hundred and fifty this morning." Daniel's expression straightened. Humility will keep him high, he reminded himself.

"So did Uncle King tell you already?"

"Hm?"

"About the international viewing?"

Twelve -- 10 years ago, Daniel first faced a camera at this age. Growing up, he wasn't fond of mass communication and show business, but he didn't fear it too.

But why is his lips getting drier and number? Is he trembling right now?

"Oh, I guess he didn't. Not yet." Jonghyun got the hint and elbowed his fellow acquaintance too.

"Duke, would you mind?"

"Not at all."

International viewing. That's the reason why the King flew overseas, to execute the first ever overseas broadcast of the Confrontare. Another headache for Daniel.

Clapping. 3 claps were heard from the director. 5 minutes.

"Looks like you're about to get seen by the world."

"Y-Yes. I think so too." He doesn't have any choice, he's the prince.

Its show time.

/*/*/*/

No, no, and no.

"For pete's sake brother! You just have to sit down, zip your mouth, and watch the afternoon live!"

It was the usual sibling tug-of-war, only Seongwu was the rope. It was war between the wall and Seoyu's urge to see the Prince. "NO! I already joined this phony competition, now let me grab some Z's!"

"Would you stop quarreling you two?" Mrs. Ong carried a bowl of popcorn on one hand and sweet lemon juice on the other. Settling down on the couch, she hit the volume up and called her offsprings.

"Seoyu, Seongwu, get over here."

"Yes Mom." In a blink of an eye, the two straightened up, like they're no sworn enemy-siblings, no wall-rape happening, and no arguments at all.

A mother's magic, indeed.

//"Good afternoon Korea, Good afternoon World! This is the nation's talker, Andy Chu bringing you the coverage of the Annual Confrontare!"//

The women of the house clapped with excitement, while Seongwu frowned.

//"Without further a do, let us all welcome our country's majestic rulers, the A-lists, the Royal Kang family!"//

The cameras shifted to another angle and the glorious entrance of three enchanting people shone before the whole country.

After the King, Queen, and Prince Kang sat across the host, they began talking about the King's mood, the international broadcast, and his plans for the nation.

The Queen was then asked about seeing the Prince for the final time as he take on his competitors.

//"Proud, more than ever."//

All of it bored the sane out of Seongwu. His head rested on his palms, already blinking heavily.

//"What a wonderful mother Our Majesty is, isn't she? Now, for the highlight of our show... Prince Daniel Kang, how will you express yourself today? Not only to the korean viewers but also across borders?"//

"EEEEEEEEK, HIS HIGHNESS!!!"

Seongwu was about to yell and complain about his sister's exaggerated reaction but he froze.

Unconsciously, Seongwu stared, marveled the heaven's the view before him.

A refreshing and dreamy face smiled across the the screen. A dashing guy occupied the whole frame.

Prince Daniel.

//"Ah, first off, good afternoon to you Mr. Chu. To my fellow countrymen, a pleasant afternoon and to our dear overseas viewers, greetings!"//

He blinked hard, probably a couple? Quadruple? Many times but he can't remember already. He isn't a fan of the show (or even the TV in general) so its natural for him to be amazed by the cameo of an A-list celebrity.

//"I am beyond grateful for today's broadcast that has extended its connections globally, today onwards. I promise that I shall exert my very best effort in every challenge that I will face. All I ask is your everlasting support to withstand all of my challengers."

"Any message to your challengers before you meet them tomorrow?//

Once again, the cameras zoomed in the Prince's fine face. Obviously, this is the least favorite ange of the cameraman, Seongwu rolled his eyes.

What an irritatingly telegenic man.

//"I'll take everyone of you, head-on. Goodluck and may the man stand triumphant. I'll see you all tomorrow."//

"Oh god, did he just..? Seongwu, you better lose, understood?!"

"Beat it sis." No doubt, the guy is stunning, but he can get on your nerves.

//"Wow! What an absolutely strong statement, Your Highness. Do you think your challengers are already shaking? Intimidated, perhaps?"//

"You wish." Seongwu mumbled to himself.

//"Oh, they should be."//

Ripped. The sofa's skin almost got scratched out by Seongwu. "We'll see about that, soft boy."

Chapter 8 Chapter Text

-- [Day of the Annual Confrontare]

"Remember to brush your teeth every after snack, hm?"

"Aaand, don't forget to ask for the Prince's sign for me, okay?"

"Absolutely no can-do." Seoyu pinched her brother's cheeks. After a while, Seongwu raised the white flag.

Mrs. Ong held her son's hands and made a happy yet pained expression.

"Don't get into trouble."

"Then, what's the point of this, Mom?"

"Seongwu, I'm serious. Be careful." He sighed. Mama Ong is just full of concern for her beloved heir.

"I will. The carriage's waiting, I gotta go." Seongwu grabbed his mother in a tight embrace, a hug that will last until he finally flees out of the royal 'dungeon'.

"I will miss you, son."

"So will I, Mom. Take care." He planted a peck on Mama Ong's forehead.

"Goodluck brother." After Seongwuhad let go of his mother, he turned to his older sister and they did their sibling hand shake, finishing off with a hug too. "Thanks big sis."

"All right, we're getting too emotional now. I'll see you in no time!" It was 5 feet away to reach the royal carriage's door. He gradually started pacing down their front yard's path.

Fate is waiting up ahead.

"Bye son! Goodluck! We love you!"

"Don't forget my souveneir! Kiss the Prince for me!!"

"Hell no, Seoyu!?"

The Ong household watched and waved as the young man of the house, their last strand of hope, filled the royal carriage. It will take Seongwu to get home for a while.

The horses neighed, it was time to go.

Seongwu captured every detail of their yard, from the grass up to their house's roof, her sister's proud smile and her mother's tears.

He suddenly wanted to get off.

"I'M GOING TO MISS YOU BOTH! I WILL BECOME THIS YEAR'S PRIME, THAT'S A PROMISE!"

He shouted, with his voice fading away as the carriage moved on with his head out the window.

That wasn't his goal, but he just felt like saying it and it felt good.

/*/*/*/

8:00

"Are the carriages here?"

The butlers and maids were tailing along the Prince, struggling to keep up with Daniel's fast pace.

"Not yet, Your Higness."

"How much longer will it take them?"

"Perhaps 45 minutes or about an hour, my Prince."

His forehead wrinkled after hearing Mr. Han's hypothesis. What a nuisance. The button is on Daniel's sleeves is also being a nuisance.

"If they arrive without me in the palace, have Butler Won escort them to the Blue Mansion, after the noontime broadcast."

"Understood, Your Highness." The flock of sheeps halted in the staircase after their sheperd raised his hand in dismissal. The alpha sheep bowed with the flock.

Mr. Han knew that Prince Daniel would be off to escape his nightmare. He didn't bother asking because he didn't need to.

It was written all over his face.

/*/*/*/

11:00

Tall trees, western-style structures, sophisticatedly-dressed people, and a faraway path waiting to be tracked -- this was Seongwu's ideal photography ground.

And now, he's seeing it with his own two eyes. He is rethinking whether he would be thanking god for this scenery.

Its more beautiful than he ever imagined.

The carriages led all the gentlemen to the front doors of the Blue Palace. Seongwu arrived fifth out of all all the E-list. And of course, the second to the last carriage to arrive. He can't help but feel... lucky.

"Seongwu bro!"

"Minhyun bud," In he went to Minhyun's arms. He was almost out of breath before he could even speak. "How come you arrived earlier? And what's up with that bright aura of yours?"

"Just glad I'm in this together with you."

"Bro,"

"Bro."

"UGH, quit those womanizer-lines."

"By the way, have you seen those B-listers? Especially, the Park guy?" From a distance, a pink-haired guy stood out as he talked with his fellow B-listers.

Jihoon noticed the duo's stares and scowled back. They prentended to whistle in reflex.

Despite Minhyun's company, Seongwu felt the rising tension among all the gents. He never felt more inferior in his whole life.

The trumpet blew. The enormous wooden doors opened, Mr. Han waiting at the top of the stairway.

"Greetings gentlemen, the Blue Palace welcomes and humbly invites you all inside."

Murmurs echoed in the air, followed by the sound of footsteps marching inside the palace. The 50 challengers now stepping into their opponent's base.

"I'm sorry but where is the Prince?" A D-list raised his hand.

"Unfortunately, His Highness has to run some errands and requested to keep you company in his stead."

"Who are you anyway?" An F-list retorted.

"I am Mr. Han, the Palace's head butler and the Confrontare challengers' advisor, at your service." Mr. Hans politely bowed to his guests.

The Prince's butler as our guidance counselor? Isn't this ironic? Seongwu's face turned sour.

"Gentlemen, may I request that each and everyone of you to please proceed to the Common Room for the preparation of the noontime broadcast."

"How about our stuff?"

"Your belongings are already taken care of by the palace butlers, maids, and footmen. Do not worry, for your things will be inside your assigned rooms already." Mr. Han confidently responded. Everyone seemed contented and began to move to the East Wing.

All but Seongwu.

"Excuse me," He raised his hand, with his eyes pinned on the butler, his expression deadpan. "When will we meet the Prince?"

The pile of listers stopped and stared. Every eyes blinked hard. Mr. Han took him a second to respond. What an eager lad, he suppose. "Soon, sir."

"Oh. Thank you," The corner of Seongwu's lips curving up slowly. "Mr. Han."

Chapter 9 Chapter Text

11:40

Wherever you turn your head, polished gentlemen crowded the Common Room. Maids and butlers scurried here and there to deliver each challenger's black suit and to put on their make-ups.

Its almost time to meet the world.

"Is this thing... necessary to wear??"

"Of course, sir. The A's only want the best for their citizen's viewing experience." Asked Seongwu, just as the maid was about to finish his eye shadow. He never thought of borrowing his mom or sister's cosmetics when he was a kid; now, he can't believe he got to wear one.

Later on, every challenger was completely well-dressed. They started to chat and check out each other.

"Well, well, well. Isn't it Sir Ong Seongwu? Pride of Pyeongnam?"

"Well, well, well. Isn't it Sir Hwang Minhyun? The annoying bastard of all times?"

"Hey!"

"What?" Seongwu chuckled as Minhyun glared at him. Both of them were wearing the same class of suit-- a black shiny one. They got to wear the same shade of royal blue neckties too.

Actually, many of them have the same styles.

Minhyun spoke lowly and subtly pointed out Park Jihoon and Kim Samuel's identical black suits with royal blue bow tie.

"Why are we even comparing our outfits with them?"

"Because, this is where the battle starts."

/*/*/*/

12:30

3, 2, 1. And Roll.

"Good afternoon everyone! Good afternoon One Country of Korea! This is your royal host, once again, ANDY CHU!" The host glided elegantly down the Ball Room's staircase and stood right front of the cameras. All eyes on him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you have been waiting for! The Annual Confrontare shall now commence!" The crew began to jostle mutely, and started lining the challengers behind the camera.

"To formally start this wonderful event, I present you all, the entrance of this year's Confrontare challengers!"

Cue in music.

Listers were pushed on the back to enter the red carpet towards their seat. Seongwu shook his hands vigorously and breathed deeply. Minhyun patted his back and gave him a fist.

"E-listers!" Its show time.

All the shine of the spotlights hit Seongwu's face as he marched down in a pile with the rest of his fellow listers.

There were no audiences yet he felt millions of eyes piercing him.

"SMILE AND WAVE!" A crew avidly reminded them and even demonstrated how. Even before the program started, a production staff told them all to project.

Minhyun did his part and appealed to the cameras, but Seongwu, who was right in front of him in the line, lost his way to stardom.

He had Minhyun to elbow him so he could go back to his senses.

They trailed along and was led to a set of chairs, between the F-lists and D-lists.

"Just calm yourself, you can get through this..." Seongwu reminded himself as he thrive to stand confidently, along the other gentlemen.

After everyone was settled, the 50 posh men were allowed to be seated.

"Hello gentlemen, its fascinating to see you all in person right now. I can say that each and everyone of you are absolutely stunning."

Andy Chu croaked, all of the guys smiled and some ears burnt red.

The objective of the Annual Confrontare noon time premiere is to introduce the gentlemen to the viewers, gain their interests, and have a briefing about the mechanics of the event.

Basically, this is where the audience picks up their Primary choice. To tally the crowd favorites.

"As you all know, at the very beginning of your encounter with the Prince, only 35 of you shall remain and the rest will be eliminated."

Eyebrows furrowed, tension rose up in the air, the Seal still sitting awkwardly.

"But of course, we are not that cruel to cut you off ruthlessly... the audience are."

Every adam's apple gulped. Small whispers were captured by the camera.

"Behold, I have here the list of the top 10 people's choice of this year's Confrontare." Like a wizard, Andy Chu made a royal blue envelope to appear out of thin air.

What makes the scene dumbfounding is either the trick he did or the list waiting to be announced inside.

"If I may say, these gentlemen surely caught our patron's attention and affection. They MIGHT be the ones safe from the first elimination."

Minhyun suddenly reached for Seongwu's wrist. He turned to see his best friend squeezing the blood out of him. Nervous yet confidently smiling in front of the crowd.

How professional.

"All the way from the tenth place, we have... Ahn Hyungseob, an E-list!"

Wow, what a coincidence. A fellow E-list made it. Seongwu's head was full of those sarcastic comments.

He already told himself not to expect because he DID NOT ask for this.

Yet why is his chest suddenly thumping hard?

"We have Jung Sewoon, a C-list!"

"For the first time in 10 years, we gained a tie! We have Im Youngmin and Lee Donghyun, both D-listers!"

Boring. Its getting duller at the moment. Seongwu's eyes traveled from every corner of the Ball Room.

Can he go home and sleep now?

"Another E-lister, Ong Seongwu!"

Oh, good for hi--

"Huh?"

"BRO!" The two best buddies almost forgot that they were on television. Half of the seats turned to their direction and they have to cover their mouths in order to hide their flaming happiness.

"You got in!!"

"No, I... I guess did??"

"Lucky rascal, you said you won't even compete."

"Yes I won't. But... I did not make this decision, you know." Seongwu remarked with a hint of boasting. Minhyun read between the lines and smacked him silently and subtly.

"Owning the fifth spot, Bae Jinyoung, a C-list!"

"We have Hwang Minghyun, an E-lister for the fourth spot!"

And yes, like girly girls, they went giddy over 'nothing'.

Well, that's what they said.

"Folks, the following names really made the battle fierce, for their differences are only by decimal points!"

"I bet you all, its the glorious B-listers." An F-list leaned backwards to the two and murmured. The best friends shared a stare.

"You think so?"

"Its definitely them. I got this feeling inside my bone marrows..."

"I present you, the Holy Trinity of B's!"

The guy's correct, alright.

"Garnering the third seat, Kim Samuel!" The spotlight moved across the seats and shone at Kim Samuel's dashing face. Clapping began.

"The close-yet-still-needs-a-push, our second crowd favorite, Lee David!" Applause went louder than the previous one.

"And... this year's crowd favorite, no wonder and no doubt... garnering the highest pointing crowd interest, Park Jihoon!" Spotlights knew who to worship, and Jihoon was definitely their master.

Everybody applauded with appreciation, amazement and bitterness.

"A face of a chaebol..." Minhyun sighed.

"A face of an angel with a demonic smile." Seongwu nodded in dismay.

"Now, gentlemen, I shall now explain to you the mechanics of our Confrontare." The royal blue envelope came flying out of the frame, as Andy Chu beamed naturally like it was nothing.

"Under His Majesty's request, all of you shall reside in the royal mansion, where each of you will be trained and be put to a test by the Prince himself."

Seongwu and Minhyun's eyes widened. This was not like the preceeding years.

"Every week, the Prince shall test you, one by one, and the eviction shall be based on your performances."

"The Prince's royal butlers shall be your aid inside the mansion. It will be a battle until their are only 11 Aces left. And only 1 shall be called Prime."

There was sudden shift of ambiance --from a light and excited mood to a burdened and gloomy aura. Gentlemen's prayers flooded the heaven's gateway as of that moment.

"Another thing, no one is entitled to leave the mansion, unless you are evicted."

A house-arrest? Seongwu's forehead wrinkled.

"So, I'll see you all again, once the first batch of evictees are aired. I bid you all good luck and may the best challenger triumph!"

A sign from the production staff was rose, it read; ALL STAND.

"And this has been Andy Chu, your rooooyal host, greeting you a pleasant day and may the spirit of oneness be with you all!"

In a split second, after the music faded out, the Ball Room went dim. Even Seongwu's hope dimmed.

Now that he's officially joined the Confrontare and has been saved by the viewers, he can't get a grip of his plans anymore: To leave or to stay?

/*/*/*/

17:50

"I am Butler Won," a butler in his early 40's bowed and welcomed the 50 gentlemen with a cold smile.

"And I shall be the one in-charge of your safe and comfortable stay in the royal mansion. Please do come in."

"Wow, what a tough greeting."

"For what its worth, we're finally here." And I can finally rest my head in a soft pillow somewhere, Seongwu thought as Minhyun and him walked side-by-side along the others.

Room designations were distributed and each challengers were given a room mate. Unfortunately, Minhyun and Seongwu were just neighbors.

Guess who got himself a new friend.

"Ha Sungwoon, mate!"

"Ah. Seongwu, Ong Seongwu." They shook hands and exchanged smiles. Awkward ones, from Seongwu.

"Ong? Woah, that's a really unique family name you got there. Can I call you by that?"

"Uh, sure. Whatever's fine."

"Cool, Ong."

This is gonna be a long night for Seongwu before the first eviction.

When the clock chimed 19:00, all of the challengers were assembled for dinner in the dining area.

A very, very spacious one.

After that, they were granted a free time for themselves to explore but not to exceed the gates.

Seongwu knew exactly what to do with that time in his hands.

"Going out?"

"Uh, yes hyung." Seongwu and Sungwoon has established their rankings and even though Sungwoon's an F, Seongwu respected him as an elder.

"Okay, I'll just be here, doing my skin care regime. Have fun, Ong!" Thanks to the room service of the palace, Sungwoon finally got his hands on his dream skin care products that he can not afford due to his listing.

No farmer's grandson can be seen with a facial mask before sleeping. Yet, look at him now.

"Thanks. I'll be back before you knew it."

Seongwu grabbed his camera's strap and raced outside the open.

/*/*/*/

22:00

It was almost late.

If Daniel could swear at his best friend and cousin, he could have done it, lest he's drunk.

The Prince's carriage parked right down the mansion's doors. The guards bowed as Daniel went straight inside the enormous white doors.

"Your Highness!"

"Butler Won, forgive my tardiness. May I know if the gentlemen have arrived?"

"Yes, my Prince. They have settled in already, had their dinner, and are soon to be told to sleep."

"And the gates?"

"Closed and secured, as you wished." Daniel was still catching his breath. Whenever he's stressed and pressured, his chest aches a little.

"Okay. Are they aware of the 'lights-off' policy?"

Butler Won's eyes shook. Too late.

"Alright, send the footmen and the maids to each room and have them announce it to them. Strict orders from the palace that they must comply."

"Yes, Your Highness." Butler Won bowed once more after Daniel gave him a single nod and left.

He needs to find Butler Han to talk about the first eviction.

Daniel was pacing with an indescribable speed, like he always does, and didn't realize he came to the mansion garden.

It was puzzling to see that the doors were still wide open so Daniel approached the guards about it. "We apologize for our ignorance of the time, Your Highness. We shall close this gate at once."

"No, no. Its... not a big deal. Just a reminder."

"Understood, my Prince." There was brief silence.

"Can you just... give me moment." The guards saluted and stepped aside to the hallways, giving the whole balcony of the garden to the Prince himself.

He leaned his weight towards the marble railing. Stars looked down at him with their twinkling eyes. The freezing wind blew across his hair, making it dance. He felt the sting of exhaustion in his veins.

"It has begun."

CHAK!

A flashing sound rustled behind the bush, right down the balcony.

Chapter 10 Chapter Text

12:30

"You sure about that? If you just follow the King's line-up then... you already lost to yourself."

"Are you implying that I should just... wing the King's orders? Be a rebel of my own blood?"

"Its not like that, Danny. We just want to give you an opportunity to decide for yourself. After all, you ARE future king."

Prince Daniel's grip tightened on the royal blue file folder. Inside is the list of the King's passed and denied challengers.

"Did Uncle King tell you to strictly obey it?" Daniel grew silent.

"In my opinion, you could choose your own line-up. Learn to establish your own judgment and independency."

Lord Jongyun took a sip from his wine goblet. Duke Dongho offered another fill to Lord Jonghyun and he couldn't say no to it. Daniel, the youngest, sat between the royal drinkers.

"I better get going. Thanks a lot, guys."

"Pleasure's ours, my Prince!" Lord Jonghyun mocked. If he was not tipsy like now, Daniel swore he could have ordered Dongho's palace guards to throw him into the dungeon.

"Hey couz," Dongho called Daniel before he could even leave the dining room.

"Just remember, this event is YOURS."

"Yeah."

"So, claim it." With an almost-tipsy encouragement, Prince Daniel took off from the Duke's palace, the royal blue file folder still secured by a seal.

/*/*/*/

22:00

Someone pinch Seongwu because he's still dreaming. Awake.

He must admit, the royal landscape artists had done their jobs well. Although, everything in that place was actually worth-capturing.

Seongwu's camera was his very first friend and his first love too, since it was gift handed down by his father to him when he turned 17. It was a polaroid camera, imported all the way from the States.

This was Seongwu's hobby. To explore and capture the beauty in every creation.

He let himself get lost with photography, to hide the loneliness he's feeling that moment. First dinner without his family. Sleeping on a different bed, yet much, much, more comfortable than the one in his bedroom.

He can't believe that he wanted to hear his sister's voice. Or even want to embrace his mom.

Oh, the sweet smell of regrets.

"Tsk, I better get out of this wealthy paradise instantly!"

Then it occurred to him: He has not yet seen or met the Prince in person. Thin chance of talking to him and asking him for permission to leave the competition.

All Seongwu could do is to stare at his precious polaroids and sigh.

Will the universe even let him meet the prince?

"Understood, Your Highness."

What was that? Seongwu sensed people talking upstairs on the garden balcony and dived behind bushes, which was right down the balcony.

He was gasping for air; from running and nervousness. Good thing, the guards and the unknown stranger did not notice him executing his spy skills.

"Can you just... give me a moment."

Seongwu could only hear the guards' spears clank as they move. When there was utter silence, he peeked out of his hiding place.

As he lifted up his chin, Seongwu saw a figure under the bright shining moon. As if the moonlight itself is striking the man's presence.

When the wind blew, the man's blonde hair waved. Seongwu's photographer instinct couldn't resist it.

CHAK!

And it was total regret afterwards.

"Hello?" Oh god. Idiot Seongwu! He could only cover his mouth with both of his hands to prevent himself from giving out signals.

"Is... someone still out there?"

The man's voice became louder and clearer. Grew nearer. Large footsteps were heard. He's so close.

Close to Seongwu's death.

"Hello...?"

Once I die, I want my tombstone to be glass with a 'Died from stupidity', yet love me for eternity' engraved in it. Seongwu closed his eyes.

"Your Highness, I have been looking all over the place for you!" There was an outcry from right above the balcony; Seongwu was saved by Butler Han.

"Oh." From a tiny peephole, Seongwu inserted his finger and saw the man's hand suspended, just 3 inches away from the bush he hides.

Daniel had to pause, glance at the suspicious looking bush, before responding to Butler Han's call.

"Yes, I have been looking for you too, Mr. Han."

"Sire, may I ask what are your business down there?"

A brief, awkward silence emerged.

"Nothing. Just... nothing." Footsteps rustled against the grass and went marching up the stairs. Seongwu can finally feel oxygen in his brain again.

"Can we discuss something, Mr. Han?"

"Of course, my Prince."

Prince?

He had to shake his head to make sure that there was no water filling the insides of his ears.

Seongwu's senses awakened. He literally jumped out of the bush to see for himself. His potential enemy.

His Highness Kang.

Yet all he could see was his side profile and back turning away from him.

It really is the Prince!

"I better go talk to him." Seongwu ran as fast as he could upstairs, but then the guards had him barricaded within their spears.

"Let me in! I am a challenger!"

"All Confrontare participants were already inside the mansion an hour ago."

"No, I was still out here!" The guards looked at each other with doubt.

"Can we see your Confrontare Mail? Or any proof from the palace?"

"WHAT?!" Between the guards the figure of the Prince getting farther, Seongwu didn't know which frustration is almost at its peak.

"I'm sorry sir, but you have to go through our security check."

Crap, I got no time for this!

Seongwu managed to breakfree and enter the halls, yet the guards had him on both arms, like a newly arrested prisoner.

"WAIT!!! YOUR HIGHNESS!"

He called out to the Prince, by which Daniel turned, brows raised, and gazed back at the man who seemed to be an intruder.

All at once, everything went in slow motion.

Then stopped.

Eyes locked. Heartbeats synchronized. They suddenly have the world in their hands in just a single breath.

Though, they were not aware of it.

Daniel saw Seongwu's begging eyes from a distance. He was stunned. As if it was Medusa's he was staring at.

"My Prince?"

"Uh yes?" Butler Han eyed him with a cryptic message. Daniel never drowns in an eye contact because he fear that he may never come up for air.

Too bad he's already dived in.

"Okay, can you please, excuse me for a while?'

The Prince did not know what he was about to do. He just felt his legs taking him where the guy called him stood, struggling as the guards held him back.

Daniel's eyes were like gum stuck on the floor. But the difference was, it was stuck on Seongwu's.

"Guards, what is the problem?"

"We caught this man barging inside, claiming that he's a challenger when all of the aspirants were already inside their respective rooms an hour ago."

"Who knows, he might be a rebel, Your Highness."

"WHAT?? NO!"

Daniel examined the situation. Or Seongwu, rather.

A polaroid camera, messy hair, and comfy pyjamas.

"Your Highness, please believe me when I say I am a Confrontare participant!"

Indeed, there would be no rebel who will barge inside the mansion in a pair of pyjamas.

"Let him go."

"Your Highness--"

"Tell me, how could sightseeing at night in pyjamas serve as a rebellious act to you?"

"B-But..."

"I don't want to hear any 'buts'. Prince's orders."

"Yes, Your Highness." Like any other programmed machine, the two guards responded and let Seongwu's arms go.

The Prince and the 'nobody' looked at each other. "Thank you and I apologize, Your Highness."

Daniel stared at Seongwu's bowed down head. The Prince hid his hands behind his back. He wasn't supposed to be seen by the aspirants until tomorrow, yet here he is.

Exposed.

"I shall accept your apology, but in return, you are not to speak about this occurrence to anyone. Especially, about this scene."

"Sure." It was an arrow pierced through a wood. Daniel eyes Seongwu.

"I-I mean, understood. Your Highness."

He nodded to Seongwu. Slowly began to turn his back away from him, yet kept a side-profile to speak.

"Have a good night's rest, mister."

Seongwu remained down until the Prince was away. He shot his eyes straight ahead to the halls, darting the broad shoulders of the Prince before he took a turn to the right hall.

Seongwu gnashed his teeth.

"Have a good night, my foot."

/*/*/*/

-- [First Official Day of the Confrontare]

"Seongwu?"

Ugh...

"Bro, are you there?"

That guy...

"Earth to Ong, WAKE UP!!!"

"I'M GOING TO--"

"Going to what, Ong?" Seongwu stopped. Sungwoon and Minhyun was right beside his bed. Staring, eyes blinking before him.

Total humiliation. Early embarassment.

"I'm going to... uh, go do my business..! Hehe, morning guys." Seongwu bolted to his feet and dashed to the bathroom.

"Have a good night's rest, mister."

Last night's encounter replayed in Seongwu's train of thoughts. His eyes are already open, yet he's still seeing nightmares, like a vivid image of a painting, hanging in the hall of shame.

What a great first impression to make.

"Hey slowpoke? You need to clean up faster, breakfast is almost served." Minhyun's voice was heard after his knock echoed in the bathroom.

"Yeah right."

Today is the official day of meeting the Prince. To see the Prince means to see his reaction from the fool he met in the halls last night.

Just thinking of it makes him feel lightness and numbness at the same time in his stomach. He's ashamed, irritated, sad, thrilled, and nervous for some reason.

When Seongwu saw his reflection on the oval-shaped, golden framed-mirror, he buried his face in his palm.

"God, I just hope this thing ends."

After washing up and slipping through their newly pressed white long sleeves, the challengers all proceeded to the dining area to eat breakfast. The aroma of croissants and black coffee roamed the east wing.

"Have you guys heard about it?"

"About what, hyung?" Sungwoon glanced on both sides, made Seongwu and Minhyun stop on their tracks, and leaned onto them.

"The secret dawn eviction? Where five of the challengers already received the pink slip?"

"What?!" Minhyun gasped.

"What?" Seongwu asked, not in shock but in curiosity. He has zero idea what they are talking about. Or what the 'pink slip' functions for.

"According to my reliable sources, a knock was heard at 3AM, whereby a pile of butlers came in, carrying a pink scroll with them, telling the five challengers to depart the mansion within an hour."

"Sheesh."

"How come we did not hear a knock?" Seongwu's unpaintable expression was supplemented by Sungwoon's assuring arm-resting-on-Seongwu's-shoulder.

"Well, because the heavens are smiling at us; we were not one of the five evictees, Ong."

"Cunning Prince." Minhyun crossed his arms.

"Cunning King, you bet. And if we're lucky, the Prince could eventually kick us out later on." The two guys on Seongwu's either side snickered like it was the biggest, lamest joke they have heard.

"Right, Ong?"

"Yeah right..."

A joke for them, but a slap for Seongwu.

Without realizing it, Seongwu's fingers have reached his bottom lip and eventually his teeth began to nibble on his fingers before he could even say 'oh god'.

Oh god, If he's going to toss me out then... then, IT IS ON.

Oh god, have I gotten myself in the Prince's bad side? Why am I even bothered by this?

Oh god, I feel like I'm my sister right now.

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. Just, OH GOD.

"Say, how many of us will get eliminated? Another five, you think?"

"No, mate. Around ten, perhaps."

And that was the moment when the three learnt that 1. The universe has ears and 2. Even the biggest, lamest joke on earth can turn out to be reality.

"Gentlemen, the Prince shall meet and interact with you all in just a brief moment, and the eviction for the 15 challengers shall take place afterwards." Butler Han broke the peace within the full-appetite gentlemen gathered in the Common Room.

Exclaims and complaints occupied the place.

"Wait what WHY..?"

"Prince's orders," Butler Han turned to Kim Yongguk, an F-list who almost screamed the 3W questions. "Sir."

"Hold on, how do we say that the Prince will not eliminate us? What can we do to prevent getting kicked out?" A very good question was raised by Choi Minki, a slender guy with blonde hair and a D-list.

Suddenly, the room was crowded with loud opinions. Until Butler Han spoke.

"Simple," He took off his glasses, wiped it clean with his white hanky, put it back on, and smirked.

"Impress His Highness."

Seongwu thought, he'd rather depress the Prince.

Chapter 11 Chapter Text

8:34

"Were the challengers already oriented by Mr. Han?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Was breakfast served on the dot?"

"Indeed, sire."

"Oh, and were the five gents escorted properly early at dawn?"

"Your Highness," Butler Won halted behind the racing prince with his shocked staff behind him, already on their feet.

"Yes, Butler Won?"

"No need to worry. We already took care of things." Daniel's pupils bounce from the sides of the carpet, and gradually nods to his liking. He wasn't sure if that meant a yes.

"Very well."

"Its only you, my prince, who has to take care of your things. Your business, I mean." Butler Won stated bluntly. He is well-known as the most direct-to-the-point butler in the mansion, and even the Royal family recognise his personality as... well, an asset.

Daniel slightly felt attacked. Yet he just brushed it away. Somehow.

"Okay then," He traced the black lining of his white suit and fixated his eyes on the ends on the hall-- the Common Room.

"The game is on."

/*/*/*/

It was almost like Butler Han calculated every movement.

When he pulled out his golden watch from his pocket, he grabbed the Common Room's door handles and announced:

"Challengers, make way for His Highness, Kang Daniel."

Without any hesitation, all men inside the room stood as soon as the doors blast open. Even Seongwu, who was clueless as a squirrel, automatically bowed along the others.

The sight was blinding as if a saint was climbing down from the heavens.

A saint with a crown.

Well, he still feels embarassed from last night yet Seongwu couldn't resist letting out a mouse-snicker after seeing Daniel fixing his sleeve's buttons. Again.

"Pleasant morning gentlemen." Daniel lifted his chin up with brimming confidence, his crystal orbs scanning the sea of strangers.

Tall, average, slim, average, younger, older, average, some are handsome but not more than the prince himself, of course.

Until he saw the guy again.

The guy in pyjamas and messy hair, now draped in expensive suit, hair polished with gel.

Daniel coughed. Seongwu flushed.

"I presume that Butler Han already told you that I'm about to eliminate fifteen gentlemen, right here and right now."

Daniel began to roam around the human tombstones. "Very fast-paced, isn't it? Differing from what is planned."

"Five of you were already sent home even before the cock cried morning," Sweating, trembling, and hearts shaking. Seeing through the challengers' faces, the corner of Daniel's lips arched up.

"Merciless and without warning..."

Seongwu's sight was blocked by Minhyun's refined features.

"But that was the King's orders. Today, I shall critic and decide for myself, who must remain and proceed as my challengers for the rest of the Confrontare."

Wow, what a very articulate man. Seongwu heard his mind say. Sarcastically.

"Pardon me, Your Highness."

"Yes, sir from the back?" All heads turned.

"Lee Geonhee, Your Highness."

"Sir Lee, what is your query?"

"Uhm, what should we do to remain?" Daniel grinned like a Chesire Cat.

"One, you should all know that when the Prince is in front of you, no one is entitled to look away from him for he is royalty and therefore must be respected;"

Seongwu's eyes rolled as everyone in the room struggled to catch on with the Prince's tongue.

"And two... In just three words, tell me why should I not kick you out of the Confrontare and of this mansion."

Dead silence.

Prince Daniel landed on the faded mint green couch on his left, cross-legged, amazed by how the men were stunned on their feet.

Indeed, they are still chicks dressed in fine feathers of a high-fetched crane.

"Oh but please do have a seat. I'm giving all of you time to prepare."

He reached out for a bowl of nuts and with a firm grip, cracked them open. Daniel seem to count them before throwing it in his mouth, his head passing by the sight of the three idiots.

On the other side, Seongwu, who sat on the center, chose to have a low-profile while his knight in shining suit dags him stares.

"What are you doing?" It was Minhyun.

"What?"

"Uhh... that?" The fox furrowed his brows as he pointed out as-a-matter-of-factly, the hand-walls covering Seongwu's face.

"Oh nothing. Don't mind my occasional autistic behavior attacks."

"Ong are you unwell?"

"What? No Sungwoon hyung. Absolutely not. I'm good. I'm grander than you could ever imagine."

Minhyun felt an inedible sour taste in his mouth. He sat back to see the bigger picture.

Prince Kang.

"Stop the drama, Seongwu. He's not looking at you." Finally, Minhyun slapped the truth.

Bit by bit, the Great Hand Wall of Seongwu lowered but his face still refusing to look on the mint green couch's way. "R-Really...?"

"Why, are you affected?"

"What? God, no, Minhyun."

"Don't tell me he's interested in guys?" Sungwoon's pupils just dilated twice bigger while Minhyun's arms folded like a handkerchief.

Seongwu almost had his stomach churned. "Hyung?!"

"Are you hiding something, Seongwu?"

Waiting. Minhyun awaits for Seongwu's voice to be heard in his moment of silence. "Something happened?"

"No and no. If there's something going on, I'll always have you know it, BRO."

But he knew better of Seongwu. Whether he's hiding something or not, Minhyun would know. He should.

"Alright, time's up everyone."

Daniel worked up his very last stare to catch Seongwu's eyes and eventually, the pyjama-guy wasn't able to build his hand fortress in time, exposing his open window to the thief.

The Prince had to contain his laughter and poise.

Santa Maria save me! Was Seongwu's chant after turning his face away from the Prince in a span of a second.

"I will be pausing in front of you and ask you, face-to-face, your three-word purpose in this event and that should do the trick. Ready?"

No one muttered any thing.

"Silence means yes, so here I go."

The Prince stood to the first lucky challenger, Lee Euiwoong. Then Ahn Hyungseob, Noh Taehyun, Kwon Hyunbin, Joo Haknyeon, Bae Jinyoung, and so on goes the list.

"I'm very hard-working."

"It means everything (to me)."

"For my future."

"To be famous."

"Go beyond expectations."

It was like an infinite random promises needed to be heard by the Prince. It almost seemed like a warp that's starting to absorb his strength and wisdom, making him lost in the dark woods.

"Excel in everything."

"Survive the trials."

"Become a man."

"Tribute to country." -Minhyun

"Be more responsible." -Sungwoon

But Prince Daniel remained firm and open to his challengers since he wanted to save the best for the last.

"Lastly, how about you, mister?"

Prince Daniel was just about 2 feet away from Seongwu. He swear he could hear Seongwu's breathing and get burned by the flame in his eyes just by looking at it. Seongwu too, could smell the blossom-y french perfume of the Prince and he's not going to complain if he'll just stand there all day long.

Sadly, Seongwu is our King of denial, so how about a 'no' to his thoughts?

Mustering all his pride and dignity left, like nothing scandalous happened last night in front of the Prince, Seongwu was the first to break the staring game.

He inhaled soundly, then almost like yelling, he declared.

"Crams, JUST SEND ME HOME ALREADY."

Everyone, literally EVERYONE, even the royal dust particles and bacterias gasped.

And that is how Prince Kang Daniel had his first scold from a commoner. Rather THE commoner whom he saved from trouble and probably will save him from loneliness.

Though, both of them are not yet aware of it.

After recovering from an unexpected outcry, Prince Daniel had finally let out his thrilled emotions into a subtly amazed smirk.

"Interesting."

Chapter 12 Chapter Text

9:00

Everything in the Royal mansion is securely polished at it's finest for possible posh party arrivals.

One cannot possibly spot a single dot of mistake and unnecessary turbulence inside the doors, until now.

"This is an outrage, Your Highness!" Butler Won had his statement play over and over again on a record player.

"That man has had his tongue sharpened like that of a two-edged sword in a battle, really alarming. He had humiliated you--"

"Himself. He humiliated himself." Daniel corrected his upset butler, his lips hiding behind his praying hands while his buttocks rested on a fancy chair outside the Common Room.

Twice, to be fair. His mind correcting himself.

Butler Won seemed to view the Prince's disposition as a child choosing to doze off despite having his lollipop taken away by a playmate. He shook his head with disregard.

"Nonetheless, I suggest you take care of that... preposterous man. He is not far from turning himself in as a rebel, my prince."

Prince Daniel's vision panned to Butler Won, his brown eyes fogging up from an indescribable emotion. His ears were ringing from Butler Won's inquisitive deduction.

"You serious?"

"Absolutely, Prince Daniel."

"Well then, my decision's final." The Prince shot himself up like lightning and handed a file folder to his now-stoned butler.

"Call in the thirty candidates," Daniel had his jacket sprang to life as he marched down the hall, leaving Butler Won outside hell's gates.

"Tell them I'll be waiting in the dining hall. Prince's immediate orders."

He visioned what names were waiting to be summoned inside the folder; Butler Won wishes for an excellent bunch.

"Apologies to keep everyone waiting." He had drawn the doors wide open.

The Common Room silenced, as they witness a bomb being dropped right before their very eyes.

"In my hands, await thirty gentleman's names and their life-changing encounter begins beyond what awaits in the dining hall."

/*/*/*/

"Let us begin, shall we?"

He prays for his hands to stop being sweaty for Seongwu's faithful companions have had his palms cuffed with theirs.

"So... those who qualified are called to continue, are they not?" The boys from the seal's both sides nod and trembled.

"I wish you happiness and success, mates."

"Stop being nervous, hyung. We're going to make it."

"No, you're nervous."

"Of course not? Maybe you."

"Guys--"

"No, Am not."

"Will you girls calm down, please??" Seongwu finally let out his bottled up anger as he tried putting up with his two fellows ever since day one. "Thank you."

Oh, but it is still DAY ONE.

He just wants his name to remain uncalled so he could pack up his luggage and kiss the Prince's face goodbye.

"Sir Ha Sungwoon..."

"Bloody. Hell." His back was pushed forcefully by Minhyun and Seongwu, almost had his face kiss the cold floor. Sungwoon was a deadman walking, making his way to the entrance of the Common Room, and passing by Butler Won, who had this unsure look.

"This way to the dining hall, Sir. Straight ahead."

"Oh... T-Thank you."

As soon as Butler Won's back was turned, Sungwoon zoomed through the halls like a hawk eyeing his prey, the difference is he flapped his arms psychotically. "HOLY GOD, I MADE IT! HAHAHA!"

Both buddies had their bursting laughter suppressed, watching an older, lower lister act like a mad hatter.

"Err... right. Sir Jung Sewoon? If you may..."

"Seongwu,"

"Yep?" He had Minhyun's gaze locked with his. Minhyun had this really intense yet soft-melting look in his eyes, where one could feel a sense of pity and a sudden urge to cry and hug him.

"What happens if I don't get called?"

"What? Of course, you'll be called." Another five names were hailed.

"No, 'what if'?"

"Hwang Minhyun," Seongwu molded his best friend's face in his hands, palms a bit more sweaty. Three guys went out. "Look into my eyes. You'll carry on 'coz the Treehouse needs you. Now enough with the drama--"

"...Sir Hwang Minhyun..?"

Minhyun and Seongwu gazed at the patient butler at the doors, both still buffering. Seconds after, Seongwu coughed to break the silence.

"You should go."

"You better get called." Minhyun stretched up but still had the energy to eye Seongwu after recovering from stress.

"What?? Now you're putting the pressure on me? Good heavens. Just go." He shooed him away.

Not in his prior notice, Butler Won is actually keeping his eye on Seongwu, the most dangerous nuclear bomb he's ever seen. "Moving on..."

A dozen were called and still, Seongwu's bottom has kept the couch warm. "Twenty-second..."

Just eight more names and you're free as a bird, Seongwu's head kept this mantra alive as the room becomes more spacious and quiet by the time.

Sorry Don Mills, time to learn that if it's not made for you then, probably the universe hates you so bad.

"Twenty-ninth, Sir Yoon Jisung. And lastly, the thirtieth..."

This is the result of forcing someone to enter something he is not meant to accomplish... Seongwu kept sighing in amazement to his own judgment.

"Lai Guanlin, Congratulations." The corner of Seongwu's lips arched up. Well, I guess that's been for me. I tried Mom, Seoyu, Min. I hope Don Mills & Cheetah will spare my soul.

As he watched the timid yet grateful, tall lad taking the final seat for brunch, Seongwu at some point felt disappointed. But the million-question is: Why?

"Those of you who are not called are thus evicted. You shall be escorted back to your rooms by our footmen and to the carriages that shall lead you home."

That's right, that's what you wanted Seongwu. Good riddance. Words and actions may betray, but the inner feeling will always show itself.

"Thank you all, gentlemen. Good day."

It was a challenge for Seongwu to keep his head up; being evicted somewhat hurt his ego. Nevertheless, the drama is over.

That's a good thing, though.

Seongwu went to follow the trail of failed challengers until he was summoned to halt.

"Sir Ong Seongwu,"

He turned his dismayed face to the stoic Butler Won, whose eyes are lifelessly glowering at him. The boy gulped. He suddenly felt his heart sank. Is this a ray of hope or the call of death?

"... A word, may I?"

W-What's with this? Did he summon me so that a quiet execution for my act of treason will take place? WILL I BE ABLE TO RETURN HOME WITH MY HEAD? W-Which head though?

"M-Mr. Won,"

"I am certain you have repented for the disrespectful gesture you have shown His Royal Highness,"

"Uh... yes." Kind of.

"As much as I'm displeased with your act of belligerence, the Prince decided to let it slide and spare your life."

W-Woah, did I hear it right?

"So, does that mean... I get to keep my head?" Seongwu reconfirmed, as his hand tried to protect his neck from doom.

Admittingly, Butler Won wanted to chuckle but his image won't allow him. Thus, he let out a sly smirk.

"You should be honored, Sir Seongwu. Prince Daniel is not an oppressive blue-blood and rules with fairness. And yes, you keep your head to yourself."

Oh, THANK GOD.

"However, you are not to join brunch with the others. Your food will be delivered by the maids and you shall remain in your room until further notice."

Grounded, huh? Sounds better than a guillotine.

"Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Won." He was about to be dismissed but as we all claim, curiosity kills the cat. "Wait, I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Why would the Prince spare someone like me?"

Youth is such a blissful phenomenon, it's as if Butler Won could mirror his exciting young life in this interesting young lad in front of him.

"That, Sir Seongwu, is up to you to discover. Good day."

As the old butler head out first, he kept his glance in wonder. Interestingly, I am starting to think why my Prince would keep this young man at bay.

Chapter 13 Chapter Text

12:34, Lunch at the Dining Hall

No one spoke. Only the clattering of the fork and knife can be heard - everyone is focused on their plates.

Well, except for Minhyun and Sungwoon.

The two couldn't help but worry about a certain troublemaker. They kept their eyes glued on every participant that enters the Hall yet when the thirtieth owner of the seat showed up, both of them had their heads buried on their hands.

No Ong. No Seongwu.

For every glance exchanged over the table, Minhyun and Sungwoon will shake their heads.

What could've happened to Seongwu? Will he be sent home immediately?

Ong, please be okay mate.

Once the Dining Hall doors were opened, Seongwu's friends had their hopes up. Unfortunately, it was only Butler Won. They frowned.

Butler Won paced towards the seat of the Prince, bowed in permission to disrupt His Highness's meal, and whispered something. Of course, eagle-eyes Sungwoon caught that and caught Minhyun's attention.

"What could that possibly be?"

Followed by Minhyun shrugging in response to Sungwoon's inquiry.

As soon as the old Butler distanced himself, the Prince wiped his mouth with a silky white and gold table napkin and stood.

"Gentlemen, I would like to thank you all for joining me for today's lunch. Good impressions last, that is why I chose you. My apologies if I have to leave the rest of the meal to your taking, as I have urgent matters to attend to."

Minhyun thought, If Seongwu was here he'd roll his eyes on the Prince's neglecting hospitality.

"This week will be the Challenge week. Hence, I will have your butlers to schedule it to your fitting. Once again, congratulations and have a pleasant dessert."

With that, Prince Daniel flew off to god-knows-where.

/*/*/*/

"If there is anything you would like, please inform us, Sir."

"Uh, yes. Will do."

Finally, Seongwu can have his late lunch in peace, thanks to the maids who are willing to stay on his door to serve his command. He doesn't like companies much.

The pardoned challenger decided to indulge his heavenly servings by his window. Relaxing landscape means a more delicious lunch. Normally, he wouldn't care much since he has a big appetite for his mother's cuisine. But today and the following months would be different.

"Ugh, but seriously. I stood up to him and he still decided I stay."

Seongwu's fork pierced through a pile of kimchi, lost in thought. What is he up to, that Prince Daniel?

"Hmph, weirdo."

"Are you perhaps referring to me?"

Seongwu almost stabbed the clubhouse sandwich to a mush, due to his unexpected guest.

"B-Butler Han! No. God, I mean, Sir! I am-"

"Appalled? Apologies Sir Seongwu, I was knocking but you seemed to be... dazing off."

"I was? Oh, sorry." Strange, why would Butler Han suddenly barge in my room? Seongwu wondered.

"You may find me strange for suddenly disturbing your meal, but the Prince wants to see you."

Before Seongwu can actually fall off his chair, he froze in silence. "Uhm, what? Like, right now?"

"Whenever you are ready."

"Okay. Just... give me a minute for lunch." The old, gentle butler nodded and left the room. Finally, alone time. and FOOD time.

He was supposed to be 'bothered' but Seongwu can't afford to be when his lunch is as heavenly as it tastes.

/*/*/*/

Prince Daniel already brushed his sparkling white teeth, reapplied his French blossom perfume, and combed his hair. People may take this as a meeting with a potential wife or perhaps going on an important diplomatic meeting.

But no.

He's simply meeting a commoner.

One would ask, why bother? It's because-

"I'm trying to annoy him."

"E-Excuse me, Your Highness?" The Prince stopped on his tracks and faced Butler Won.

"He said he wanted to go home and I won't allow him. Yet."

"If I may ask, why my Prince?" The broad shoulders turned of the Prince turned to the wondering Butler. It took him a while to think of a remarkable response.

"I'm going to play this E-lister's cards." He began to pace slower and savor the red carpet. The old, stoic butler tailed him.

"Afterall Butler Won, this event would be much stagnant without a game, right?"

Chapter 14 Chapter Text

12:55

There was a knock at the door. Sungwoon sluggishly opened it and allowed his visitor to come through. "Come on in, Minhyun mate."

"In need of a bed spacer?" The younger asked, resting on Seongwu's supposedly bed. The older pouted, as he stared at the absence of his roommate.

"UGH! my roommate's such an idiot! How can he depart like that?" Minhyun tried to calm his wailing company who had his face flat on Seongwu's comforter.

He's gotta admit, he's upset as well with the results.

Seongwu, whatever happens, I'll move forward for the Treehouse.

Amidst the emotional crisis over the lingering smell of their evicted friend, another knock was heard.

"Who is it?" Minhyun stood and asked before opening the door.

"Hey,"

Minhyun's jaws dropped ajar. It's THE tall, slender, and good-looking guy that everyone's missing.

"Seongwu?"

"Minhyun, who's there-"

"Hey, Sungwoon hyung," It's as if a lurking ghost of a long, lost, loved one just casually entered the room and crashlanded on his bed. The two exchanged glances, still puzzled.

"Don't look at me as if I'm dead. I'm fine, just sleepy."

"ONG, IT'S REALLY YOU MATE!" Sungwoon rushed to give his roommate a strong pat on the back. The poor Seongwu flinched but let the sting slide. Whatever, he thought.

"But... we thought you're-"

"Executed?"

"Jesus no, more like... evicted."

"I thought so too. But then again, I was 'SPARED BY HIS HIGHNESS'" Minhyun furrowed his brow as he observed obvious sarcasm in Seongwu's tone and his fingers quoting a part referring to the Prince.

"Wait, he talked to you personally?"

"Warned, but he would like it to be called advised."

"What did he say?" Unlike Sungwoon, Minhyun wasn't pleased nor excited to sip the tea. He's getting more and more suspicious of Seongwu and Prince Daniel. He knows there's gotta be something.

All of a sudden, the cringy conversation flashed back in Seongwu's memory.

"I take it you didn't tattle our meeting last night to your friends?"
"Of course, Your Highness."
"Sir Seongwu, consider yourself lucky for I will let you stay for a while."
"For a moment, I am thankful you did not cut off my head."
"HA! Well, you're quite weak-kneed concerning your head right now compared to what you've shown me in the Common Room."
"..."
This kid just made fun of me. The nerve of him.
"It seems to me you're enjoying your stay; it'll be cruel of me to kick you out just because of your homesickness."
Wow, what a kind individual.
"What do you plan for me, Your Highness?"

"Nothing special. Somewhere along the lines of 'playing your cards against you'. In fact, I find you amusing, Sir Seongwu. It'll be bummer to see you go."

DAMMIT. He's a psycho wearing a polished suit and crown, Seongwu thought. The more that conversation replays in his head, the more his ears flush red from irritation.

"Seongwu?"

"HE'S ANNOYING. That's it. Please let me sleep, guys!" Definitely, he earned a perplexed look from Sungwoon and Minhyun. But as the spiritually exhausted Seongwu wished, they let him nap.

"I have a feeling that that guy won't cut me off loosely."

/*/*/*/

19:00

"Welcome, welcome! This is another wonderful night with me, Your National Host, Andy Chu!" Whatever he does, it doesn't seem like Seongwu will get used to suit and ties.

And the cameras and telecasts.

"Tonight, we are joined by thirty, lucky gents! Or should I say, impressive thirty and a favorite?" Oh, especially this flattering host. There was laughter on the background while others mimicked, Seongwu gave an awkward smile.

"Is this true, Mr. Ong Seongwu? That the Prince have considered you with such feeling?"

Now, the spotlight's all over Seongwu's face. He was curse-flooding his head. The thought of his sister and mother hugging their telly at home is enough to puke.

Seongwu didn't want attention. However, the Prince gave exactly what he hated.

"Actually, let's not put it that way, Mr. Chu. Haha, it's kind of embarrassing."

There was another laughing effect, echoed by the host's real chuckle. "C'mon! Don't be shy! Can you tell us?"

Seongwu swallowed the last piece of pride he has. Okay, Prince Daniel, you want to play?

"Well if you're that curious, the Prince told me he was generous enough to let me stay because I was sort of his entertainment."

"OHH! This is spicy, what kind of entertainment are we talking about here?"

"I'm sorry, but it's for His Highness to discuss Mr. Chu." Seongwu found the camera that was focused on him and stared through it with such droopy eyes. "I think he'd gladly share it globally."

The host was chuckling nonstop, clearly enjoying Seongwu's mischief and intrigue. Mumbling circled from the other contestants but the brave knight paid no attention.

All he wanted was to counter-attack His Royalness.

"You know what, Mr. Ong Seongwu? I'm starting to like you as well!"

"Thank you, I like myself too."

"HAHAHA, hilarious! Is there anything you'd like to say before we move on?"

"Probably a reminder that clowns and crowns go together. That's all!"

After twenty minutes of full exposure and self-humiliation, the director signaled for a commercial break. Seongwu held his grip together and stopped himself from screaming out of the Grand Ball Room.

Yet deep inside, he's kind of proud of himself.

How's that for a show, my Prince? Your turn next.

/*/*/*/

21:07

Getting away with such dumbfounding speech will definitely be impossible for Seongwu. The other remaining guys were either: a) amused, b) disgusted, or c) Park Jihoon.

Yeah, there was a certain B-lister who stepped out from the crowd right after dinner and interrogated Seongwu.

"You, a cunning commoner, how did you get close with the Prince?"

Disrespect, twice in a day.

"Look here, Park Jihoon... sir. The Prince and I aren't close." The older defended himself as the younger guy cornered him outside the Dining Hall. Seongwu had a bad feeling with this lad.

This guy kept dagging me stares during dinner, what's his deal?

"LIES. He did talk to you. Did you bribe him to make you Prime?"

"What? No! Absolutely not." He's taller than him but the fierce eyes of the boy are burning like wildfire. Bloody scary.

"How did you manage to become his favorite?"

"UGH, for the nth time, I am not. It's that humbug host who created this image of me being the Prince's favorite." Kids were species Seongwu can't understand sometimes.

On the other hand, he clearly sees what Jihoon is trying to do.

"Are you certain?"

"Hundred percent. In fact, you can confirm it for yourself."

It made Seongwu's prosecutor dive into silence. Don't worry little one, you're still the favorite of the viewers.

Alright. I'll let you pass today, commoner. But if you rob the spotlight again away from me, you're doomed." Jihoon threatened though Seongwu found it rather cute. He won't tell the former of course.

He watched the pretty neurotic toff walk down the halls. That guy sure has a 'prince complex', I pity the kid.

/*/*/*/

23:43

Prince Daniel could actually use a breather now.

After working on with the proposed national budget and reading through the house bills, he accompanied the King on escorting the Ambassador of the South of France to the One Country of Korea, and afterward, he was called by the lovely Queen to join her and her two lady companies for an afternoon tea.

"Knackered?"

"Quite..."

"Poor Prince Niel,"

"Don't, Jonghyun. I'm trying to keep it together."

"Yeah, by a total crashlanding on your bed. You deserve to rest, Your Highness."

Exhaustion was an understatement for the young Prince. It's as if he was getting his life robbed away from him at the age of 26. Jonghyun could only grieve for his best friend.

"Any news?"

"Regarding International affairs? Same old."

"Mm-hmm,"

"Regarding the rebels, nothing alarming."

"Excellent,"

"However, show business may have some tea for you..." Jonghyun turned the television's volume into a moderately high level to shake the Prince's brain up.

Prince Daniel crawled to the edge of his bed, eyes glued on the radiating screen. On replay, he could see Andy Chu conversing casually with Ong Seongwu.

"... the Prince told me he was generous enough to let me stay because I was sort of his entertainment."
"OHH! This is spicy, what kind of entertainment are we talking about here?"
"I'm sorry, but it's for His Highness to discuss Mr. Chu. I'm sure he'd gladly share it globally."

"Shit."

"Woah, haven't heard you cuss for a decade, Niel."

Jonghyun expected he'll see an enraged Daniel losing his poise, but he did not. In fact, the Prince had an indescribable smirk. Intimidated but fascinated.

"...Clowns and crowns go together. That's all!

"That E-list is definitely testing me."

"That smug, good-looker?"

"You bet he is."

Chapter 15 Chapter Text

8:34

The not-so-morning-person Seongwu was more nauseated than hungry during breakfast.

Ever since a dozen and seven were cut off from the challengers, he had the whole spacious room for himself. Now that Sungwoon had to move out as his neighbor, he had no human alarm clock to keep.

Yes, they have butlers but the E-lister just can't bring himself to get used to palace life. Unlike his mate, who perfectly rode the royal wave.

Hence, he had to run all the way to the Dining Hall within 5 minutes or so.

"What's with the bag?"

"Nothing,"

"Going somewhere?"

"I'm fine Sungwoon hyung, thanks for asking."

The detective's eye darted from the tad sweating Seongwu to his odd-looking, shady black duffle bag that the latter accidentally brought with him.

"Seems like you just packed the Royal Kitchen in your luggage." He snorted.

Crap, I'll never shoo my butlers again... Seongwu swallowed another enormous piece of honey-glazed croissant.

This unfortunate day for Seongwu however, marks the first day of Training with the Prince which is the most significant day to these aspiring alpha males in the mansion. They get to be educated by the soon-to-be-King regarding business, military, literature and art, and etiquette. Once they finish the lessons, its time to challenge the Prince. Whether they become Prime or not, some may consider that this is already a high privilege.

But for Seongwu, to sleep all day long in his queen-size bed is the only privilege he'd gladly enjoy today.

After a hearty breakfast, the thirty men treaded out of the Dining Hall towards the Lecture Room to meet the Prince, as instructed by Butler Won.

"HAHAHAHA! You totally cracked me up with that bag of yours, Ong! As if you're taking your stuff due to some fire alarm!"

"Yeah, okay. I'm glad that you are overjoyed with my stupidity."

"Delightfully!" The younger one had to hide his vexation from his exposed irresponsibility and thinking how he'd never escape Sungwoon's laughter that'll poke fun of him for the next 10 hours.

"Uh hey, Seongwu."

"Minhyun? What's up?"

Seongwu had Sungwoon walk ahead of them so he could pace with his best friend's. He instantly noticed Minhyun's bothered gaze and the deafening pause of silence between them.

Minhyun, on the other note, suddenly found himself up all night thinking of his best friend's odd behavior on-screen.

And how come there's a pungent taste in his mouth whenever he remembers it?

"Is something wrong, Min?"

"Oh, I-" Why?

Why do you have to provoke the Prince in such an inviting manner?

Why do I feel like you and Prince Daniel have something going on?

And why do I have to doubt you and get confused over something trivial as this?

"... Nothing."

"You sure, bro?"

"Yes." Seongwu, who didn't want to pry, let his friend's worry slide.

Or not.

"Don't you pull that act on me. Tell me what's bothering you."

Seongwu's sincerity washed away all of Minhyun's gloom in a second. His face finally lit up. Thanks to this ball of sunshine generous enough to brighten his anxieties. "I'll tell you, just not now."

"You and your gay ass. I'll see to it."

/*/*/*

9:45

Groaning, yawning, and an irresistible urge to abandon the gray tuxedo-dressed Prince and the Lecture room.

Keep it together, bloody self.

How he wished he could doze off in secret, only if second-rower flower boy, Jihoon would just keep his occasional scowling for himself. Jeez, what a pain.

Seongwu had to build his Great Hand Wall once again to secure his sanity.

KEEP. IT. TOGETHER.

"I suppose that will be for this day on entrepreneurship, gentlemen." Praise the heavens! Seongwu saw a faint brim of light at the end of the room.

"Tomorrow, we'll move on to the art of combat. Are there any inquiries liked to be raised?"

A brave soul just raised his hand coming from the front row. A young B-list whose name Seongwu does not quite catch on. And doesn't care as well.

"You, young sir."

"Pardon me, my Prince, but when do we get to challenge you on a duel?"

"Ah, allow me to answer that, Sir David Lee." Butler Won suddenly chimed in. "We understand your purposeful impatience, however, all of you will have to finish this 5-day course before a gentleman can stand against the Prince."

Right when the stoic butler was heating up on David, Prince Daniel halted their conversation with his hand.

"Actually, Butler Won," His eyes seemed lost for once, but his brows wrinkled like he just had this idea. "Scratch that."

"Sir?"

"I am in favor of what Sir David is implying." All of the challengers let out a gasp. Yes, this time even Seongwu did.

"In fact, I am as well restless as most of you are regarding the Annual Confrontare." But mostly, on the day of the coronation day, I must say. Prince Daniel thought.

"So, gentlemen. How about I accept a challenger a day starting tomorrow?"

With that promising suggestion, Prince Daniel was finally able to harvest loud positive feedback from the room.

Chapter 16 Chapter Text

13:12

"I'm sorry Prince Daniel, still I believe that having to face these men sooner is-"

"Brilliant?"

"Horrendous, sir!" Butler Won wasn't able to pull his breaks. Daniel had to raise a brow at him with disapproval. "Pardon my manners, my Prince."

From toddler years up to his first handshake with the Prime Minister of Japan, Butler Won has always been the one who looks out for him from home school to the actual field of Royalty.

He knew the latter's intention to stick to the system. He always took the old man's advice into consideration in everything.

But not today.

"Butler Won, I really do respect your honest judgment but I have this under control." Placing a hand over the old man's black coat, Daniel tried to reassure Butler Won.

"What if these men put you to danger and harm's way, Daniel?" The Prince paused.

"Do you not put your trust in your future King?"

All Butler Won could do is let out a sigh, place his white-gloved hand over his stomach, and bow to the puppy he once took care of. "I do, Your Highness."

"Thanks, old man."

As he watched the Prince's back draw farther away, he envisioned the future of the One Country of Korea in the capable hands of a powerful King draped in a blue velvet cape.

/*/*/*

16:00

"Danny boy, you wicked ass!" Duke Dongho blurted loudly in his own quarters. The Prince had to check on the documents that the King asked from the Duke, and now he's trapped with his cousin.

"Please don't dub me that,"

"Why not? Foul language justifies your foul play, cousin." Daniel cannot help but give a scornful look as he became a laughing stock of the Duke.

"Sorry Dan, I mean, I'm not ridiculing you but I'm just... ASTOUNDED that you shove old man Won aside! A rare sight, really."

The coyish arching of Dongho's lips told Daniel that it was congratulating his nonconformity. Prince Daniel feels otherwise for himself. It was only this big-ego cousin of him who would have the urge to tell Butler Won off his own matters.

He was already feeling the guilt all afternoon.

As a matter of fact, the moment he turned away from the butler, he wanted to drop on the carpet and deject himself.

"Hyung, I am not... pleased with myself. I want to be gobbled away by the soil of this country."

"Easy there, King Kang. Rebels might here you. You already gave an order, you can't back up now."

Prince Daniel stared down at the restored version of the Royal family with the kid Daniel and Dongho giggling in a frame, right on top of the Duke's table.

He looked right into the innocent eyes of his young self. What would Little Danny do?

/*/*/*

15:43, Confrontare Mansion

"I am beyond grateful for accepting my call of help, Lord Jonghyun." The ever-reliable young Lord came into hurry as soon as Butler Han requested for his assistance.

"Anytime at all, Butler Han."

After the Prince's abrupt announcement, the whole staff of the Confrontare mansion was in mayhem. Butler Won had to inform the Committee of Confrontare and the Seoul Broadcasting Network regarding the adjustments.

The gentlemen all rushed to their rooms and listed down their ideal match with the Prince.

That's where Lord Jonghyun's part comes in.

"Woah," The moment Butler Han revealed a basket of letter request to the Prince regarding a variety of challenges to choose from, Lord Jonghyun almost regretted coming.

"Its... quite a handful, eh?"

"Indeed, sir." Jonghyun entered the Board room with sweating temples. "Alright, all I need is to sort them by day right?"

"Quite, my Lord."

"Okay... this will be easy." It's NOT, Jonghyun gulped.

"Again, my deepest apologies for troubling you, Lord Jonghyun. If you shall need my assistance, please do not hesitate."

Composed as he was trained to be, Lord Jonghyun eased the Butler with a reassuring smile. "Thank you, Butler Han."

As soon as the old busy Butler bid him a temporary adieu, Jonghyun removed his coat to roll up his white long sleeves.

The troubled Lord stared before the mountain of work ready to drown him.

Niel, please save me.

Jonghyun breathed and picked up the first, white rolled up parchment paper.

Chapter 17 Chapter Text

18:00

"I am beyond grateful that you aided me in collecting these documents from our Provincial Offices, son."

"My pleasure, Dad." Daniel beamed as the King scanned through the yellow envelopes upon the dinner table.

"So, updates on the mansion?"

"Well," The Prince quickly damped the silky white table napkin against his lips and replied. "This might be sudden but I may have made some changes regarding the challenges."

"Hmm, and what are these changes you say?"

Please don't be mad, please don't be mad. Prince Daniel exhaled. "I conformed with the gentlemen that I will take a single challenge every day starting tomorrow."

He anticipated the King's wrinkled forehead and confused glares.

"Daniel,"

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"As much as I am concerned with your own Annual Confrontare, your decision is your responsibility. So I take it, you thought about this thoroughly?"

There was a spark of light in the Prince's eyes. "Absolutely sire," In fact, I wanted to end this tradition right before it can start.

"Great, that's my son for you."

It was enough for Prince Daniel that his Father gave him a proud brim as His Majesty took another sip of his French-quality red wine.

"Also, let us wait for your Mother to arrive. We have an important decision to impart to you."

Just then, a butler took a step inside the Royal Dining Hall, pardoned himself, and announced the arrival of Her Majesty.

"Darling, I'm so sorry!"

"My Queen," Both the King and the Prince were a bit of surprised with the Queen's exasperated frown. "Do you feel unwell?"

"No, no, no dear. Just, lightheaded."

"What has happened, Mother?"

The King had to carry a part of the Queen's weight so she can take her seat. "You're asking me? I should be the one asking you, Daniel!"

Okay, this does not look pretty.

"Why did you suddenly make those orders without consulting me first!"

"Darling, I think our son is fitting enough to decide-"

"I am not referring to you, my King." Everybody knows that when the Queen snaps at the King, it's already a danger zone. Daniel could tell he messed up with his mom.

He wanted to explain but what words can possibly ease the Queen? His Mother? He fell silent.

"This is why I was against the idea of you staying there."

Woah, wait.

"Mother?"

When the Queen reached for the King's hand over the table, it's as if their hands were sewn together tight but gentle enough so that they can feel each other's warmth.

"Well, son, I and your Mother made up our mind." On what??? The Royal Couple smiled.

Just glancing at one another erased the fact that Daniel's mother was pissed for a moment. Someday, Daniel wanted to have a healing relationship like his parents have.

But right now, he's more concerned about being caged in the Confrontare mansion.

With foolish men who are ready to pull each other's leg.

I'm going to lose my shit.

Chapter 18 Chapter Text

6:48

"What plans do you have for the Prince?"

Early - it was unusually early for Seongwu to greet the morning light and to do walks like these with Sungwoon and Minhyun. He can't help but yawn every two minutes.

"Hmm, I just wrote what first came to mind."

"Yeah? I asked him to spar with me,"

"Woah," Minhyun gasped when Sungwoon nudged his two younger companions. Seongwu couldn't be more talkative about it.

"You never tell you knew sports?"

"Well, it's my gramps. He thought me everything even beyond farming."

"Wicked."

While the two amuse themselves with their small talks, Seongwu had his thoughts clouded on other things.

The plan is to get kicked out... now, how will I when the Prince decides I stay?

Plus, my sleep is very heavenly here -

"Oh," Finally, Seongwu was knocked into reality. Both of his friends looking at him with full concern. "Yeah, good as always."

"So, what was your challenge, Ong?"

"Nothing, nothing in particular."

"Really?" Doubt was echoed in Sungwoon's voice. Seongwu shrugged.

The former was not convinced but decided to drop the idea. As soon as Seongwu touched the doors of the Dining Hall, a bunch of cameras stole a shot of the three of them. Almost blinded, Minhyun, Sungwoon, and Seongwu have never seen such an extra greeting nor a crowded breakfast in the morning.

Not like this.

"Gentlemen, pleasant morning! Please have a seat."

Seongwu's eyes squinted to have a sight of the deep, soothing voice from the other ends of the dining table.

Sungwoon, who was trying to observe his environment almost all the time, caught a glimpse of his former roomie's eyes.

For all that's disturbing Seongwu, Sungwoon saw that his friend found peace right at that moment.

/*/*/*

The cameras did a lap around the room and left us to enjoy our meal, getting the last photo of Prince Daniel.

It was, the Prince explained, for the public to be updated regarding the challenges that will take place in the mansion from this day onwards. Butler Han also advised the gents to act naturally and not mind the media who will often be seen around the mansion for a few days.

Great, some advice huh. Seongwu rolled his eyes, at least at the back of his mind.

Everyone is enthusiastic about the challenge week. Winning may or may not be everything, but it does guarantee a high-percentage of being saved from eviction.

Losing though risks one's chances.

Suddenly, the night when Seongwu accidentally first met Prince Daniel flashed back. He secretly glanced at Daniel's way.

What if I hadn't met him that night and acted so arrogantly on the first eviction? Would he still let me stay?

He mulled over this thought as he took a bite of his strawberry tart. It was so sweet and the dough was very flaky, his taste buds were engaged that it made his senses entirely captivated.

"Sir Seongwu?" A voice called.

All heads turned to the other ends of the room which is where Prince Daniel sat. Kwon Hyunbin gave Seongwu an elbow. He was startled that the Prince would address him casually in front of others.

Like there's no tension raging between them. "Y-Yes, Your Majesty?"

What's worse from this silence disruption was that Seongwu's mouth was full of food. He knows he's got the attention and it's killing him. Yet he managed to cover his mouth and swallowed the dessert.

Jihoon was dagging him glares. Seongwu caught them but ignored it.

"How are you enjoying the food?" The Prince seemed like he's on the verge of chuckling. He must have appeared like a hungry bear to Prince Daniel.

How's the food? HOW'S THE FOOD? Well, I'll tell you-

"Marvelous, Your Majesty."

"Undoubtedly. I saw how you indulge in it, savoring every flavor up to the very last." Seongwu hated that condescending smirk. It's as if Daniel discovered one of Seongwu's weakness: food. He flatly smiled back.

"Actually, I have a sister who likes sweets more than I." Eyes darted from the Prince back to Seongwu. It was eternal torture for the latter. "I think she'd cry when she tastes this."

Prince Daniel chewed another bite on his plate before proceeding to reply. "Do you really think she'd cry?"

"Yes, well, she may speak or appear intimidating and annoying but she has her tears shallower than you might think."

Why the hell are we talking about Seoyu..?

"Is that so? Would you like to wager money on it?" Daniel asked quickly. The heads inside the Dining hall was like that of a tennis tournament, watching the two reciprocate the ball of conversation every now and then.

"That'd be... fun, my Prince. Only if I had any to bet on." Is he insulting my social status?!

"What would you be willing to barter instead? You seem to be good at striking deals, I presume." Finally, Seongwu got the gist of what the Prince is up to.

"Well, what do you want?"

"What do you want?" Daniel countered, sipping from his goblet. It was a fascinating question. Surely, the Prince won't allow him an easy pass to go home if he wagers his chance to become Prime.

Clearly, Prince Daniel isn't interested in that.

He paused for a little longer. Pondering about it, Seongwu did consider what he actually wants from the life he never ought to have as an E-list. A nice job? A new camera? To fly and see my Father?

Although Seongwu dislikes the thought, he has to take the Prince's turn to account - offer something entertaining but advantageous to himself as well.

"If my sister cries, I want to wear pajamas for a week."

There were small, amused snorts and laughs in the Dining Hall. Even Butler Han cleared his throat with a grin. Seongwu saw that and felt good, it's as if he wasn't foreign to the old man now.

"Done," Prince Daniel declared. "And if she doesn't, you owe me your whole day, tomorrow."

Did he... asked me out? On broad daylight? PUBLICLY?

Seongwu adjusted his coat's collar. Prince Daniel was keeping a close eye on him, waiting. The latter find it difficult to contain his amusement but moreover, he was thrilled.

Others let out disproving grunts. Only then Seongwu realized that he is already challenging the Prince. The first, to be exact.

"So, what was your challenge, Ong?"

When Seongwu said he wrote nothing in particular, he meant it. He wrote nothing at all.

It is the Prince who's challenging Seongwu. So he's guessing that His Majesty chose the undecided one first to win over. Contrary, he was supposed to be calm and give no shit about whatnots.

"You drive a hard bargain, Your Majesty, but I accept."

"Justin?" A younger, pale lad approached the Prince's side. "Sire,"

"Kindly send a parcel of strawberry tarts to this gentleman's family and have someone wait while her sister tastes it. Let us know if she does cry, I'm very curious about this."

However, Seongwu fears that he might start feeling affected by the results now.

Chapter 19 Chapter Text

9:10

The Prince allowed the gentlemen, especially Seongwu, to write a letter to their families and update them regarding the Confrontare.

Since a package was to be sent to Seongwu's sister, Prince Daniel wanted him to send a note alongside it. Everyone, estranged but, smiled and sighed to finally be able to reach out to their houses.

In Seongwu's room, his butler Sol offered him a vintage-looking stationary and Seongwu thought, Seoyu would love it.

Gross, but touching. Seongwu chuckled.

The last thing he wanted was to make both women of his house worried, so he tried to sound breezy.

Dear Mom and Seoyu,
This sounds not like me but I think I miss you already... Sis, don't laugh I plea.
The Prince made us write letters to inform you about the Confrontare, anyways I'm all good and well. The bed here is equally brilliant as the food served.
Pathetic as I can be, but these became my motivation. Haha! But I still long for Mom's homemade dishes - nothing beats!
Also, I get to wear fancy clothes - which I'm still not used to, as well as the attention.
Minhyun is well, yes Mom. I'm watching out your favorite 'son'. I made friends with an F-list, remember Ha Sungwoon? He's a great company and takes good care of me. He puts the shame on Seoyu's title as big sister.
I have talked to Prince Daniel and I am not sure how to describe him. He acts cold and dominating but kind the next. Confusing fella, if you ask me.
Indeed, he's dashing and I was almost starstruck the first time I met him.
But looks isn't everything, right?
Well then, I have to go but I miss you guys and I love you. I tried not to cringe. I still did, anyway. I hope to ~~go home~~ WRITE to you as soon as I can.
Take care!

Love,
Seongwu

P.S. Sis, don't you just love these strawberry tarts that you want to cry?

Signed, Seongwu filled the deets the best he can.

/*/*/*

22:00

Apparently, it wasn't enough.

A knock came to Seongwu's room that evening, the butler from earlier carrying an envelope from his family and an update.

"She didn't cry, sir. She was, in fact, irritated but glad at the same time complaining how cruel you are to send sweets on her diet. But she ate it all anyway." Seongwu let out a chuckle from hearing the news.

"She said it was so good that she could have - as you have suggested - but she didn't actually cry." Blimey, Sis. You will never have me doing favors for you next time.

Wait, so that means -

"Hence, His Majesty will see you at the Mansion garden tomorrow at eight. Please be ready."

It was not that upsetting to lose. Seongwu sighed and accepted his fate. An awful one, he supposes.

He chanted to himself that he would not be concerned any deeper whatever happens to him in the Confrontare.

Seongwu asked his ego to just go surf the tide.

But he was sad to say goodbye on wearing pajamas.

Sleep wandered off from Seongwu's head after the visitation, so he decided to read his mom's and sister's letters to him.

He read Seoyu's first. As expected, her voice reflected an overwhelming amount of giddy with a mixture of nagging for the tarts and teases. She wrote as if she was throwing Seongwu questions without breathing.

What really sparked his sister's interest was how often did he and the Prince interact and what was it like to live in such an enormous mansion. Seongwu thought of saving the story for his next letter, tease her a little bit perhaps.

Then, he read his mother's. Honestly, Seongwu thought all that would matter to her is for her son to survive the show but her letter proved way better.

He could feel his mother's warm embrace and longing to see her son. Was it been weeks? a month? She couldn't keep track of how long her son was away since all she felt was constant yearning and worry.

She noted to Seongwu that he shouldn't think about them, they were being compensated well. And that he should enjoy himself with the luxurious life.

"Damn, I miss you guys..."

/*/*/*

22:00

"Seriously, Niel. My brain cells were all over the place."

"Thanks, anyway Jonghyun."

Lord Jonghyun handed him the sorted parchments and the final schedule for the Challenge Week on a clipboard. Prince Daniel skimmed through it, he seemed conflicted.

"You seem troubled,"

"No, no. I'm pleased Jonghyun, very." Daniel landed a fist on Jonghyun's chest.

"Oh yeah?"

The young one made another run through on the schedule. His eyes glanced away as if calculating everything at once.

"Actually, I do have swerved from the original plan."

"What do you mean?" Lord Jonghyun's eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinting on His Majesty.

"I challenged a gentleman this morning." Daniel, unsure of the outcome, blatantly confessed to his best friend.

"Hold up, you - the A-list heirloom - did what?"

Prince Daniel bit his upper lip, clearly avoiding eye contact with the young lord. By all means, Lord Jonghyun was rather baffled by this. "H-How is that?"

"Think you remember a man named, Ong Seongwu?"

Jonghyun's eyes narrowed, squeezing his brain in order to remember that name. Yet, he couldn't grasp on it.

"Thought so,"

"Well, does it matter?"

"It does. The fact you can't catch his name is because he hadn't written that many challenges at all, unlike the others."

Lee Daehwi was the first name to pop on Jonghyun's head. He wrote exactly twenty times to challenge the Prince.

The older stretched out his arm cautiously for the clipboard. He gave Prince Daniel an eyebrow as he scans the names.

"So, the reason you challenged a mere commoner is that he wasn't interested to challenge you first? That's rare."

"Indeed, he might've not even written anything for me at all."

Chapter 20 Chapter Text

8:10

"You're late."

Seongwu didn't huff and puff all the way from the Dining Hall down the Mansion Garden just to be served with the Prince's bitterness.

Nevertheless, would he argue? Does he have the energy? No and no.

Fighting fire with fire will just bring you to ashes. "Sorry- I mean, apologies Your Majesty."

He braced himself for a scolding but the Prince's frown turned into a Cheshire cat's grin. Bloody creepy.

"I'm just kidding, Seongwu is it?" Prince Daniel gave him a friendly punch on the arm. Seongwu couldn't hide how it weirded him out.

"Huh, well. You ought to know me already, sir."

"I guess, huh."

Then, there was an awkward silence once again.

The Prince suddenly acting so chummy was enough for Seongwu's inside to burn. Daniel saw how stuffy the air was between them and tried to break the ice.

"I'm sorry she didn't cry," he said.

"No, you're not." Seongwu corrected him. He meant it as a joke, just to prove he wasn't upset about losing against Daniel.

"I never gambled before, it was nice to win." The younger one's tone almost regretting.

"Eh, beginner's luck."

Daniel smiled. "Well then, next time we'll try to make her laugh."

From that second, Seongwu and Daniel felt a tiny spark of connection. Even without a word, the two gradually strolled around the mansion garden.

But of course, they wouldn't hold hands.

"Uh, Your Majesty? May I ask why you wanted to have my whole day?"

"Ah, I knew you'd question me. Well," Daniel pocketed both of his hands, it was a behavior Seongwu was refreshed to see - the Prince being relaxed and open all the more.

"We've been at each other's throats for a while, silent but obvious bickering every time we meet. So I came to settle that."

"Pretty much,"

"However, I am not to send you home as you please." Okay, here we go again.

"But why? Is it because I appear entertaining and I look good as a laughing stock? Is that what this is?" He tried to contain his irritation, really.

But it was just too much. Daniel almost lost his poise from panicking. "No! No, please. That's not what it is."

And here they are, bickering once again.

Seongwu eyed him malevolently, waiting for the Prince's explanation. He doesn't know why but it felt right to assert superiority over Daniel.

"Weird, it may seem, but..."

Suddenly, Daniel looked at Seongwu with such puppy-dog eyes. The older's heart melted and his face almost revealed him.

"I thought of you as a friend."

"A friend?"

The young Prince nodded with innocence as if he was talking to a big brother and not to a commoner. "Uh-huh, how so?"

"You see, Sir Seongwu, I've been meaning to find a confidante from the bunch. Someone I'd gladly take on as, for example, the Prime but for the relationship shall remain. More than being 'rivals', someone I feel comfortable with. Someone who shall see me both as their future King and simply me beyond the crown."

"I see, you're looking for a wife."

"Hyung, no!"

Both of them stared with surprise. They blinked twice, thrice, multiple times. Nobody dared to breathe. "That was-"

"Incorrect, yes." The Prince coughed. "I am sorry, Sir Seongwu."

"Well... quite a motivation to run the Confrontare."

"I know, but I actually despise it." Seongwu's ears were all up for tea.

"The Confrontare? Why is that?"

"As future King, I plan to change how things are. It's exhausting to distract people from their actual problems rather than address the matter at hand directly." With that apologetic face, Seongwu felt his distaste for Daniel lessen. Marginally.

How can he be so vulnerable in front of his challenger?

"I get how you feel, despise and all. I am actually here by mistake."

"Mistake?" Daniel tilted his head in curiosity, which made Seongwu ran through his sentence again.

Shit, why did I say that ?!

There was no turning back. He had to expose himself to the man he secretly had to bring down.

"Long story though and now... I'm here. And I have no interest in being Prime. My plan is to sleep my way and enjoy your food until you kick me out."

Prince Daniel laughed out loud with that, doubling over with a slap on his knee. It was a bizarre mix of rigidity and softness.

"You're an E-list, right?" Seongwu nodded, thankful that Daniel was paying attention.

"Ah yes, that explains why."

Unfortunately for their stroll, the two decided to halt right below a balcony and sit. Right where they first met each other. "Remember this spot?"

Seongwu looked around, putting up his best pretense of short-term memory loss.

"The night you were caught by the guards?"

"I decide what memories I keep, alright?" The younger chuckled amusingly.

"Mistake or not Seongwu, my friend, I do hope you find something worth fighting for. After all, I can only imagine what it would be like to see you try."

Seongwu was drowned in thoughts. He tried to solve the mystery as to why the Prince's demeanor was like that.

First, he puts up such a strong image of an exquisite regal man in front of others. Then, he'll act superior and polite at the same time. Then, he'll show his kindness next. But once you get to read him, he'll be all commander-in-chief again.

And now! He's asking for a companion to have this kind of conversation?

I swear monarchs are such a mess.

Still, considering his first gamble and all that, maybe it was the way the Prince cope with unfamiliar and not-so-regal agendas. Seongwu sighed. He did, in fact, have a soft spot for dorks.

"Let me get this straight," He checked around for guards or cameras. The place was clean. "Daniel, may I call you just that?"

"Quite unethical, but I shall only allow this when we are alone."

"Brilliant, so- wait, did you just used 'shall'?" Seongwu reconfirmed.

"Forgive me, probably the product of my educational upbringing." Daniel coughed.

"Splendid. Anyhow, you'll make me stay, as an exchange, you want me to be your friend?"

"With special compensation for every favor you do me." The older repressed his laughter but he failed to do so. Daniel's face was puzzled.

"Why? Is there anything funny?"

"Haha! Well, with all due respect, Daniel... You don't actually compensate a friend for being... you know, friendly?"

"Oh,"

"Nonetheless, if that's how it's going to be then I agree." There was a wide grin on Seongwu's face, believing he has the upper hand.

"Does that mean, you'll work as my friend?"

"Friends don't- ugh, whatever. Name your terms, Daniel my friend."

"Ah. I think you could tell by now what I really want from you." Prince Daniel stood and did a stretch before facing Seongwu. He took a step closer to the latter, leaning forward.

Seongwu's chest started beating rampantly, his breath caught in his throat.

No guards. No cameras. No one at all. Seongwu felt his virginity threatened. In broad daylight. He closed his eyes.

The next thing he knew, the young Prince let out a yell in pain, hand clutching down. Seongwu has knee-jerked the A-list heir, Daniel, in the thigh.

Hard.

Chapter 21 Chapter Text

10:24

"What was that for?"

"I swear you wretched young man! If you lay any finger on me, say goodbye to your future bloodline!"

"WHAT?"

"I said if you-"

"No, no, you crazy guy, I heard you the first time." Daniel grimaced. "But just what in the world do you mean by that?"

Seongwu felt the heat circulate around his body, up to his face. He might have jumped into the worst possible conclusion and set himself up into facing something he wouldn't expect was coming.

All the more, guards ran up, alerted by the yelp they heard earlier. Daniel waved them off from an awkward, half-bent position.

Deafening silence befell among the two, once the Prince has recovered from the pain and straightened himself up. He faced his challenger.

"What did you think I wanted?" Daniel asked, his tone manlier and scarier than before.

Seongwu ducked his head to hide his embarrassed blush.

"Seongwu, what did you think I wanted?" He sounded upset. More than that- offended. The younger had obviously guessed what's on Seongwu's mind, and he didn't like it a bit.

"Outside? In broad daylight? You thought... for heaven's sake. I'm a gentleman!"

Just when he was about to walk away, he turned back.

"Is this why you won't compete? Because you think so little of me?"

Okay, but he didn't deny the possibility he likes men.

Seongwu can't lock with Daniel's eyes. He probably prepped himself to be taken down by a gigantic black hound. He wasn't used to public life, nor was he comfortable to be with someone he wasn't raised with.

At least in the same status.

On top of that, Seongwu, being the older one, cannot deny he behaved, judged inappropriately in front of a new-found friend.

"You'll be taking your lunch in your room. I'll deal with this later."

/*/*/*

12:30

Pacing, thinking, and guilty restless.

Knowing that the others were taking their hearty meals in the Dining Hall, Seongwu paced back and forth out in the halls before coming inside his bedroom.

Butler Sol, Stell, and Sam scrambled back to their places, beside themselves and at the door. They hadn't had the courage to ask Seongwu where he was or why he was even in his room during lunchtime.

Seongwu's lunch was already delivered, sitting on his table by the balcony. Indeed, all that drama he went through made him hungry. Even his humiliation didn't distract his appetite.

However, what ticked off his butlers wasn't Seongwu's absence and sudden return. There was a huge striped box on the bed, asking to be opened.

"Sir, you have a package," Sol announced.

"Can we see?" Stell asked.

"Manners Stell, manners!" Sam chided, giving the former a rather harsh slap on the head.

"They dropped it off while you were away," Sam pressed his lips. "We have been examining it ever since."

"Sam,"

"What? Didn't you also eyed the box, Sol?"

"Children," Seongwu called out the three. "No worries. You can all stay and watch me unbox it."

Tomorrow, if I receive a pink slip. I'll have to say goodbye to this lot.

For a few days since they were assigned to him, he didn't want to treat them as mere 'servers' but he decided he'll see them more as an equal. The three, of course, were stunned but saw the sincerity Seongwu offered.

Thus, they gradually warmed up with one another and established their friendship.

Seongwu weakly smiled at them, approached the box. He lifted the top of the box.

Inside were three pairs of pajamas.

A lightweight cotton set, another with an oversized navy shirt and checkered pants soft to the touch, and glorious pair made with expensive linen.

There was a card on top of it, which carries the One Country of Korea's royal emblem on it.

You surprisingly ask for trivial things. I can't deny you.
But for my sake, only on Saturdays, please. I hope we lessen our arguments from here on.
Thank you for your company.

Your friend,
Daniel

Chapter 22 Chapter Text

6:20

The next day, Seongwu didn't have time to be ashamed or worried about the incident yesterday. Instead, he was bombarded by the other guys regarding him losing the first challenge with the Prince.

"Bloody hell! We actually thought you'd be gone by now!" Park Woojin exclaimed.

"I thought so myself," Seongwu mumbled.

"But you lost right? Well, I mean, that's the news." Jung Sewoon faded into a murmur. Seongwu's brows arched up. When and how did these kids know?

"Yeah, but-"

"So what did he make you do?" Kim Samuel emerged from the crowd.

"I'm sorry?" Seongwu blinked.

"You know, if you weren't evicted after losing, what did he ask for exchange?"

The older hesitated for a moment. Do I tell them? But do I say he asked me to be his friend then I kneed him near the groin? Are they allowed to hear this?

"He, well-"

"Isn't it obvious?" Suddenly Park Jihoon, who was already in the Dining Hall room before the others, appeared before the bunch.

"The Prince asked him to make this competition into a variety show."

"Hyung, c'mon rest it." David Lee, or as called by most as Daehwi, tried to pull Jihoon aside. The latter listened, yet eyes still incinerating Seongwu to flames.

"Don't worry, mate. He's kind of a sick B-list. I'll cover him for you." Woojin loudly whispered and winked at Seongwu.

"Thank you, Woojin." I guess... He watched the energetic D-list walk away.

Once Butler Won strode across the Dining Hall, they all filed into the table and ate their breakfast together with the Prince.

"Morning gentlemen," He was unusually punctual to join them, as Seongwu sees it.

Before the Royal Kitchen could serve them their main course, there were confusing noises coming down the hallway.

The shouts were strange. Never had been, during the gentlemen's stay, a sound that is close to loud. Unlike this. Beyond that, there was a kind of music to the click of the guards' shoes on the floor, like a rapid march. Doors massively open and close, forks and knives touch the plates.

It was absolute pandemonium.

The staff and the Prince seemed to understand it before the rest of the challengers does.

"TO THE BACK OF THE ROOM, GENTLEMEN!"

Confused, but not wanting to disobey, Seongwu and the lot ran to where Prince Daniel pointed them. The butlers and staff assisted and ran along with the men.

Prince Daniel, from Seongwu's peripheral view, came running to the window and pulled down a metallic shade that shut things out. The old-aged butler, Butler Won, and Butler Han came and pulled down several shades before a wave of guards aided them.

"They're inside the walls, Your Majesty. But we're holding them back. The gentlemen should leave, sir-"

"Understood, Carter." The Prince had to cut him off his sentence. He turned towards the gentlemen, trying to find that guy.

It didn't take more than that for Seongwu to comprehend - the rebels, they're on the grounds.

As much as Seongwu thought, it was definitely not to his interest to be in the Confrontare. Just a big mistake. He could go all day complaining about it, but what's the use if he'll end up in skeletons?

And to think that, those rebels outside might be The Treehouse. He feels the same hatred towards One Country of Korea and its List system, and he's expected to take part in the rebellion.

But whatever their opinion is, Seongwu wouldn't go down quietly.

He pushed his way from their hiding spot, ran towards the window and pulled down another metallic shade. When the other guys saw how threatened they were, they did the same as Seongwu.

Just then, he realized it wasn't easy to pull down the damn thing. It took him a moment, but when he managed to set up the shade, he stumbled down the floor.

Daniel appeared immediately.

"Are you hurt?"

Seongwu made a quick self-evaluation. He caught a faint violet bruise on his arm but it wasn't the worst of it.

"No, I'm good."

"To the back of the room, NOW!"

The Prince ordered Seongwu and as much as he hates orders from the younger, he had no choice but to preserve his life.

Chapter 23 Chapter Text

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There was no clock in the Dining Hall. No one knows how long the rebel attack was taking. And that didn't make Seongwu less anxious.

How would they know if the rebels are inside?

Is this an attack done by Don Mills and the others?

Are they here to take Seongwu and Minhyun away?

Seongwu was full of assumptions. But he tried to ease his mind and wait. Yet waiting for this to pass was an eternity for most.

He tried to spot Sungwoon amongst the crowd. As Seongwu searched thoroughly across the room, he saw a small figure of a man, curbed in a corner. He held back before zooming to his friend's side, head ducking.

"Sungwoon Hyung!"

"S-Seongwu?" When the older sensed security from his younger companion, he almost broke into tears. Seongwu had to put his arm around Sungwoon to calm him down.

"It'll be alright, Hyung. Get it together."

The room that was once full of men brimming with confidence seems a distant memory now. Everyone is trembling in fear. everyone wishes for it to stop.

Seongwu couldn't take the distress. He stared at ornamental flowers in a vase, which names he hasn't any clue of what. He focused his energy on that item as if the only thing that matters right now.

"Are you doing all right?" Eventually, Daniel checked on him. When he saw Sungwoon shrouded in fear, he called out a guard to escort him to a safer spot.

It left Seongwu and Daniel hiding behind a chair.

"You seem unwell."

Seongwu could have said he obviously WASN'T, and that he might know the rebels, and he might know how to stop this mess.

"What will happen to my butlers?"

"Your butlers?" Daniel asked in a tone implying if he was an idiot. "Yes, my three butlers."

Prince Daniel was nothing but puzzled. The mansion was under attack and their lives may be taken away from them at any second they are not alert, and yet. Seongwu asked about his butlers.

He stared into Seongwu's eyes, understanding that his butlers are almost the same rank as him. It was only the lottery that made him different from the three.

"They know the drill. They must be hiding somewhere in the mansion. We usually have an alarm system but based on what Officer Carter reported, some rebels may have dismantled it. The guards should have fixed it by now and -"

Daniel saw how Seongwu looked at the floor, trying to cope with all the worries in his head.

"Hyung," The younger begged.

Seongwu turned to Daniel.

"They'll be fine. The guards are doing the best they can and everyone here knows what to do during an emergency."

"Daniel,"

The Prince looked back, still taken aback by the casual address.

"About last night, I terribly am sorry. My sister taught me ways to defend myself, and you know I was raised in a maternal household."

"No, I did not know that." Daniel raised an eyebrow. "So that's why you have no utter hesitation in kneeing me in the groin, right?"

"It was your thigh!"

"Oh please, you ought to know that men do not need to recover that long from a knee in the thigh." The Prince's voice skeptic.

A laugh escaped from Seongwu. Thankfully, Daniel joined him in. Just then another massive hit from the windows blew and they stopped in unison. They almost forgot where they are.

"By the way, how are you handling a roomful of crying men?"

There was a comical bemusement expression on the Prince's face. "Nothing in the world has appeared more confusing!"

"Have you never cried before?" Seongwu whispered urgently back.

"When I was an infant and a toddler, I guess? Anyhow, I don't have the faintest on how to stop it."

Seongwu finds this side of the Prince very funny- the future leader of the One Country of Korea is rendered useless at the sight of whimpering men.

"It works for women, but you can also try comforting them by patting them on the back or shoulder."

"You think that'd really work?"

"Oh, and tell them it's going to be alright." Seongwu gave him a tiny, supportive push. "A lot of times, women wouldn't want you to fix the problem, they just want to be consoled."

"You do know there's no women in this room,"

"I told you! Maternal household."

"Next time I ask a girl out, I shall ask you first."

Those words didn't registered well in Seongwu's brain. It's as if Prince Daniel implies that he'll date him first above any woman. He slapped himself, reminding to collect his thoughts.

"Are you really sure that it shall solve everything?"

"I said, most of the time."

"Three already plead to be sent home," Daniel said, worried.

"Trust me, they will change their mind once this is over." The Prince nodded. He paused, turning to Seongwu.

"Do you wish to be sent home as well?"

It was perfect. The question Seongwu was looking for since he got here. All he needs is to nod his head and say 'yes'.

But not anymore.

Chapter 24 Chapter Text

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"I'm not leaving unless you kick me out."

Prince Daniel was pleased. "Good. I should probably put into practice what you have told me."

A collection of heavy objects hit the wall at once, making a handful of the room to scream.

"What do they want? The rebels, I mean?"

"Depends on who you ask. And which group you're talking about." Daniel answered.

"You mean, there's more than one?" Now, Seongwu was even more petrified by this fact. The fact that they weren't the only ones planning for a rebellion. Although, he wasn't even entirely sure if this was The Treehouse's scheme.

"There are the Southerners, who are usually the ones infiltrating the grounds and takes some loot."

"Like the one we're experiencing this second?"

"Precisely." The Prince agreed. "And there are the Northerners. Much more... lethal. We usually lose staff and find guards lying on the ground, bathing in their own blood."

Seongwu gulped. He certainly does not want to observe what happens during the latter group's attacks. Nor anyone in the room would.

"They only attack twice a year, yet you can tell that the aftermath is a hell of a work."

"But I don't understand. Are they here to take something?"

Prince Daniel shrugged, unsure. He stared at Seongwu's face, even more uncertain. "I believe the Northerners do."

"The Southerners only wants us demolished, disrupt our day-to-day activities. But the latter, they might be looking for something."

Seongwu's eyes were overflowing with curiosity, concern, and comfort - all at the same time.

"Something... precious."

Daniel was hypnotized. He shouldn't have said that. But the words sprang to life on their own as if he described not something but someone.

"Anyways, that's just my theory." He shook his head.

"Acceptable. I'll leave you to that."

"Don't you think it's silly?"

"Confusing, but not silly." Prince Daniel smiled. Seongwu thought, if Daniel wasn't Prince Daniel and just a Kang Daniel, he would be more than delighted to have him as a next-door neighbor. Someone he could talk to.

"Well then, I believe I should finish my rounds." The Prince double-checked his tie and coat.

"So buddy, any suggestions as to whom I speak with next?"

"You know that guy you asked to be carried to the infirmary? Ha Sungwoon. Short but wise. Real caring. A farmer's grandson."

Daniel chuckled and went out of the scene.

As for Seongwu's real concern, the one he was searching for is nowhere to be found ever since the attack took place.

Hwang Minhyun.

/*/*/*

21:25

Later that night, Sungwoon visited his dearest mate to share the challenge he was about to face tomorrow morning.

"Finally! I am about to take on Prince Daniel..."

A frown suddenly shaped from Sungwoon's mouth. Seongwu wondered what happened. "Hyung?"

"Argh! Ong, what do I do? He seems like a good kid and here I am, thinking about how will I crush him the past few days!"

Seongwu couldn't even fathom that Sungwoon is capable of such thoughts. It only made him adore his former roommate even more.

"Saying that, you're not alone. I know plenty of wolves thirsty to rip off his crown."

"But Ong, he seems gentle and generous."

"He is gentle and generous." Seongwu's tone assured Sungwoon of this. "But that doesn't account for you to give him an upper hand."

Sungwoon pressed his lips. "Hmm, I supposed you're right, mate."

"Keep in mind how your grandfather counts on you, Hyung."

Talking to his favorite mate, Sungwoon has restored his esteem, thinking how a man should never hold back during times of war. He stood abruptly, waved good night to his friend and returned to his room.

Seongwu shook his head, fascinated by Sungwoon's changes outlook on Prince Daniel.

Just then, another knock was heard on the door. Butler Stell opened it, to his surprise.

"Good evening gents,"

"Y-Your Majesty! Good evening." The three froze in their places to bow in His Majesty's presence. Seongwu was even more astounded.

Daniel spotted the butlers prepping a navy blue velvet coat on the other side. He smiled. "I hope I'm not disturbing your errands?"

"Not at all, my Prince," Sol answered calmly.

The Prince stood at the door for a while, hoping someone catches his hint. Sam, luckily, caught this on and spoke.

"I think we should give His Highness and Sir Seongwu time."

"Huh?" Stell sounded as though he wanted to stay and listen to everything. Sol had to pull the youngest along them before shutting the door. "We'll be taking our leave, Sir Seongwu. Call us whenever."

"Thanks, Sol."

"Quite a cheerful lot, I see."

"They're my friends, Your Majesty." Seongwu snorted. It was a mystery as to why the Prince himself would bother visiting Seongwu in his room. Seeing him in his private fortress was indeed puzzling.

"May I ask, why are you here in the middle of post-dinner?"

Daniel saw a baseball sitting by Seongwu's table, he grabbed it and played along. "Well..."

"Well?"

"The trick you told me, it worked. And the guys who wished to go home took back their words."

"I'm right, am I?" Seongwu sneered. "You seem happy, though."

"I got to talk with your friend, Sungwoon. He's excellent."

"Brilliant, I must say." Daniel chuckled.

"You're very good at making friends, are you not?"

"Seeing as you are amazed by me, yes. Yes, I am."

"Would you be upset if I... say, beat your friend tomorrow at his challenge?" Daniel's voice had a hint of fright.

"If you beat him out of nothing, yes I will be."

The Prince walked around the room, placing the ball back to its place. He wandered close to the balcony, where Seongwu was facing.

"Anyhow, I'm very grateful to have someone to talk to right after what happened. A royal pain, am I right?"

"Well, didn't you bribe me for this?"

Another laugh slipped out from Daniel. "Correction, a request."

"And now I'm imagining things."

"Seongwu, I'm beyond grateful." Seongwu watched as Daniel leaned forward the balcony railings. The strands of his hair shone from the moonlight, highlighting a gemstone-like color.

"Becoming my friend, you don't know how much it means to me."

Watching the television, Prince Daniel appeared as someone not more than a Prince next to lead the country. Stuffy, boring, likes to be in control. But actually meeting him and befriending Daniel, what Seongwu saw was beyond that. Way beyond.

He's someone to be trusted.

He's someone who also begs for support.

"My pleasure, Your Majesty." Daniel turned to him, grinned.

Seeing that soft smile at the perfect moment, it was unclear if he could ever bring to tell Prince Daniel that his dear friend is an accomplice of the rebels.

Chapter 25 Chapter Text

10:55

Seongwu glanced from left to right. The halls were dead quiet.

Now!

He zoomed past the rooms, stopping right outside the door third from the left. He knocked twice. Just then, a butler welcomed him inside, as he announced the arrival of Seongwu to his master.

"Sir Minhyun, you have a guest."

Seongwu stood like a mannequin. Waiting for his best friend's response could take forever. Judging from Minhyun's reluctant stare, he is hiding something.

"Thank you John, you may go." The butler bowed and left the two by themselves.

No one spoke. This was what Seongwu feared might happen. He was actually unsure if he should be talking about this, but he still believes that the Bro Code is absolute.

"Min, where were you yesterday?" His gaze trying to corner Minhyun. The latter seems to zip his mouth shut.

"Hwang Minhyun,"

"Seongwu, I was hiding."

"Yeah?" Whatever trick Minhyun tries to pull on Seongwu, his friend seems to know where he would block his path. Simply put, Minhyun is impossible to lie.

"I met with Don Mills and the others." He resigned. Seongwu, despite hearing the news he expected he would, felt a twisted feeling in his stomach.

"Bloody hell?"

"I know! I shouldn't have."

"Minhyun," WIth his blood pressure peaking, Seongwu had to sit next to his Minhyun. His chest pounding with distaste. The best friend he used to look up to, a smooth guy with such critical-thinking. All those ideals changed after Minhyun's confession.

He was just plain reckless.

"You could have been captured by the guards! Worse, you could have died!" Seongwu exclaimed, exasperated.

The latter did not bother to answer. He knew- always knew- that when Seongwu is at his breaking point, nobody can put down the flames.

"You don't understand!" Well, it's worth the shot, reasoning with Seongwu.

"Exactly! Now would you explain why you would starkly connive with The Treehouse while you're supposed to act as a challenger?"

It fell so silent that the chirping of birds never sounded so lucid. It drove Seongwu crazier.

However, Minhyun had lost his interest in the conversation seconds ago. Explaining himself is tiresome. Surely, Seongwu wouldn't listen at all, so why bother? As long as he knows what he's doing, he'd be alright.

A sly smile cornered up from Minhyun's lips.

"Come Seongwu, we'll be late for Sungwoon hyung's challenge." He stood, dismissing the topic, unminding the angry concern of his best friend. Seongwu looked beat.

"You do have a death wish, don't you?" Again, Minhyun answered with nothing, he shrugged.

Damn it, I sure hope he knows well what he's doing...

/*/*/*

The rest was a jampacked week for Prince Daniel. He responded to almost everyone's request for a challenge, and not surprisingly, he wiped everyone out.

Definitely, he was even more whipped.

"Danny boy, why the long face?"

It was Duke Baekho, joining the Prince in the Common Room, cold drinks served at the table. "Long week, I must say."

"Indeed," The Duke reached for a Danish cookie and took a luscious bite. "You've beat everyone's butt!"

"Ugh, please choose a more proper vocabulary, Baekho."

The Duke wasn't all ears on Daniel, instead, he poured out his attention into snacking.

"So, are you throwing everyone you beat, out?"

"If I do that, only three shall be left." Duke Baekho snickered.

"Even better! Your show will speed up in a finger snap." And he actually snapped his thumb with another finger. "Just like that!"

Daniel buried his face on his palm. He wasn't helping at all. But at least, a royal company will do.

Ong Seongwu, that man... He'd absolutely scold me for.

He sighed, but a faint smile escaped his lips. Duke Baekho noticed it, yet chose to tease Daniel about it some other day.

Or not.

"Either way, did you ask the losers to work for you?"

"I most certainly did not." Prince Daniel took a sip of ice-cold water.

"What about that guy, that fashionable clown, erm-"

"Who now?"

"That E-list guy or whoever, that Andy was all-over with."

Prince Daniel's voice raised. "Ah, Ong Seongwu."

"That guy! Yes. I heard you took him out for a date?"

"I did not?" Duke Baekho was amused with the Prince's reaction. He wanted to push him some more, see if smoke could fume out of his ears.

"I thought you were interested in the ladies whom the Queen often chats with. Only to find out you challenged a commoner just to have a stroll with him in the gardens."

"I wasn't... I didn't-"

"You just stuttered, my Prince." Duke Baekho drank another sip from his goblet, smirking.

"I'd be really disappointed if you are to not talk about this tonight on the telecast."

And that was when Prince Daniel knew he allowed himself to be lured into his cousin's trap. Instead of proceeding, he calmly tried to bust his way out of the subject. Professionally.

"Apparently, I don't plan on sending off all the losing bunch so soon." He placed his glass down.

"As with regards to that E-list, he is a valuable player one must keep an eye on."

Chapter 26 Chapter Text

19:00

That Friday night as well, the King and Queen arrived at the mansion for the Confrontare Report, joining the challengers who are left.

Sol, Stell, and Sam took extra time and effort to prepare Seongwu's coat. Tonight, they were blessed to put up whatever tuxedo they prefer, unlike the previous telecast wherein they wore all the same black suit.

Seongwu's tuxedo jacket was a deep blue, hovering near purple - depicting a galaxy-like reflection - velvet fabric. He never touched something so elegant. They added a red corsage lapel pin on the jacket's black collar. Sam also insisted that Seongwu comb his hair back, revealing his forehead. After Stell applied him an ocean breeze perfume and Sol locking up a silver watch, Seongwu was done.

He looked up the mirror. It was difficult to spot the commoner Seongwu behind the riches. But it was still him.

Only, the most handsome version of himself so far.

Yet, even the primmest Ong Seongwu still found himself covered in a sheen of sweat as he walked past the room where the live telecast will take place.

They were told to be ten minutes early. However, Seongwu saw no sign of the other guys.

They're guys, why would they have to prep so much? He collapsed on the couch.

Minutes later, the arrival of the other challengers eventually poured in. The room buzzed livelier as a horde of people came swarming in, accompanying the Committee of the Confrontare. From a distance, he waved to Sungwoon who wore a gray plaid tuxedo, and a white cream beret on his head.

Admittingly for an F-list, Ha Sungwoon's fashion can be over the top sometimes.

"Nice hat, Hyung."

"Thanks mate! You can never go wrong with a little touch of french."

They also spotted Sewoon in his all-beige themed tux, his fair skin fighting to contrast it. Woojin wore black and white, whilst Jihoon wore white and black- interestingly, a match. Sungwoon called out Minhyun, who in his wood-colored tux accentuated his abundant height, to join them.

Seongwu decided it was cool between him and Minhyun, but he still wanted to distract himself.

At the set, he saw the majestic King and Queen, talking to the crew. Shortly after, Prince Daniel came to the scene and joined them. For a few seconds, Seongwu had a glimpse of Daniel's life - the Queen pushing back stray strands of hair off of the Prince's face, Daniel straightening his jacket and whispering something to his mother, in which she nodded and smiled, and the King patting Daniel's back with pride.

He looks astonishing as he does on television. But even more so, in his all-white 3-piece tuxedo in person. It was enough to make ~~any~~ all women of the country swoon over him.

Seongwu marvels at the royal A-list family. As if Daniel felt it, he turned to Seongwu's direction and tugged his ear.

What was that?

"Looking exceptional, aren't we Sir Seongwu?" Lai Guanlin teased.

"Thanks." He beamed, still staring at his friend far-away. "How can he be so calm?"

"Who? Prince Daniel?" The younger challenger looked at where Seongwu pointed. "I dunno. Prolly he's an alien of some sort."

"It's a given that he's used to the cameras." Bae Jinyoung corrected.

"Anyone saw Hyunbin?" Yoon Jisung asked. But before anyone can answer, the crew asked the remaining guys to proceed to the risers before the show starts.

"You may sit anywhere you fancy. So you know, most of the gents have already claimed front row."

A crew told Seongwu and the others. It was unusually spacious if one could feel as if a few were missing.

Then, appearing out of the blue, Andy Chu was walking on set after being introduced.

"Good evening, everyone!"

Applauding and whistling effects filled the background, lights and colors whirled around. "Tonight, I have a special announcement. The Confrontare has been going for a week now and our dashing Prince decided to take things in... quite a hurry."

"Why's Minki not here?"

"Geonhee as well!" Somebody whispered loudly. A crew overheard the commotion and shushed them.

"It's hard to say goodbye to our eight evictees but here we are! Down to the remarkable ones which remain."

There were murmurs circling the group, Seongwu watched their reactions and snapped back to reality when Sungwoon tapped his shoulder.

"Ong?"

Just like that, they were down to twenty-three.

/*/*/*

"Before we get to the gentlemen, let's take a moment with the Man of the Hour!" From the background, Prince Daniel entered and sat across Andy Chu.

"Prince Daniel, how are you tonight?"

Just before Andy Chu's microphone reached Daniel's face, he immediately spotted Seongwu and winked. That tiny interaction was enough to darken Seongwu's face.

The hell?

"I'm grand, Andy. Thank you."

"Are you getting a hold of every challenger along the way?"

"Yes! It's been an honor to face such burning spirits as we duel and get along." Lies, Seongwu rolled his eyes. He definitely beat poor Sungwoon hyung into tears.

"Are they all enthusiastic and competitive gentlemen as they appeared to be?" Andy Chu asked.

Daniel paused a little, and a slow, proud smile crawled upon his face. Seongwu knew the answer to that question was yes... sort of.

"Uhm..." The Prince looked past Andy, to Seongwu. "Er, almost."

"Almost?" Andy asked, wondering. He turned to the boys.

"Is there anyone of you giving His Highness a hard time?"

All the gentlemen acted to avoid eye contact with the host. Seongwu tried blending in as well, his giggle almost giving him away. That little traitor!

"What exactly did these boys do that made you suffer?"

"Oh, well, let me tell you." Daniel crossed his legs and got very comfortable in his chair. It was the most relaxed Seongwu saw of him, next to their garden meeting (yes, a meeting or appointment may do, but never a stroll. Seongwu said.). He secretly wished it would come out often.

"One of them had the nerve to defy curfew, so I had to save him. Despite owing me a lot, he'd play tricks and rather fancy arguing with me. Intensively."

Behind Prince Daniel, the King and Queen exchanged looks. It's as if this bothering story is nothing for Prince Daniel to smile and be calm about. Beside Seongwu, the gentlemen started elbowing each other, jokingly. He started sweating beads.

"Didn't you go out the first night, Ong?"

Prince Daniel seemed to have forgotten that their first meeting was supposedly a secret. Now, Sungwoon was fishing Seongwu out of the pond. He bit his lower lip.

"I did owe him the night I was about to be accused as a rebel..." Sungwoon smirked rather maliciously.

Seongwu was caught red-handed.

"Play tricks and argue? Well, nothing I've heard of like of the King's. But whatever for?"

"I'm not entirely certain. I think it was about being here by mistake, but I took it lightly so as to let him go."

Daniel was loose and easy now, talking to Andy as if they are the only ones in the room. Seongwu noted to himself that he had to bring this up to him whenever he has the chance.

"So, is he still with us, then?"

"Oh yes," Daniel said, not letting his eyes wander away from the host's face.

"Perhaps, do I know him?" The Prince shrugged. Seongwu was at the edge of his seat. "I think I know-"

"Well, let's just keep the names between us two. I want to keep the show running with him."

Chapter 27 Chapter Text

21:40

"Whatever that ear-tugging act was, it was really uncalled for-"

"Wasn't it brilliant?"

"Which part, may I ask?"

"You know, our own friendship signal? A queue that only the two of us know?" Seongwu had to regretfully shake his head as Daniel show overwhelming excitement about the idea. "Something we do if we are in need of company?"

"Alright, but does my room have to be the rendezvous?" The older crossed his arms, clearly being robbed of his private space.

Daniel put up his thinking pose. "Actually, it's fantastic-"

"It is NOT." The Prince laughed, knowing all the more that Seongwu would never approve. Still, he wanted to piss off the other.

"Fine, put on your robe. It's chilly outside."

Since Seongwu had changed into one of his lovely pairs of pajamas, he had no choice but to put on his red robe. He hated to be bossed around, but what other choice does he have?

The halls were empty and the only lights alit were the ones coming from the wall lamps, and the moonlight through the tall windows. The two friends walked side to side, savoring the not-so-empty silence, but rather a comforting one.

"Where in the world were your butlers?"

"Gone. I send them off every after I had dinner."

"Every day?"

"Of course. I can take my clothes off myself, thank you." Daniel closed his slightly gaping mouth, hiding his embarrassed face.

That was definitely uncalled for...

Seongwu pretended he hadn't seen him flush pink. He had to giggle in mute while the other wasn't looking.

"Why did you suddenly come barging into my slumber?"

"Correction, you were awake."

"I am now." Daniel smiled. "Anything you want to talk about? Are you going to ask some princess out?"

"Haha, no. I just... well," The Prince reached for his nape, groaning as if words were impossible to form and difficult to say.

"Are you always this articulate?" Seongwu teased.

"I just felt like I needed company."

"You're using me rather efficiently. Any troubles you wanted to talk about?"

"No,"

"Is this about the other guys?"

"Eh, no." Seongwu's shoulder fell, he breathed. He doesn't want to be bossed around but what ticks him more is disturbing his night time. He isn't in the mood to play games.

"I actually want to ask about you."

Seongwu was taken aback. "About me?"

"I mean, I have a best friend, Lord Jonghyun, and I knew him since childhood. You, on the other side, I consider you a friend but I don't really have much knowledge about you. Except for your application paper."

Daniel's tone spoke of sincere intentions, Seongwu can't overlook it. Sure enough, the Prince is a superior yet when he acts all innocent like this, he still indeed is a year younger than Seongwu.

Dorks have a special spot in Seongwu's heart after all.

Nevertheless, the older remained quiet. He continued to walk, the Prince eagerly awaits for his voice as he stood.

"I... don't like sharing my personal life with others," Seongwu said, not looking back. The young Prince instantly frowned. It was rare for him to be deprived of what he asked for. But it was never in him to give up.

"Sorry-"

"I don't need your apology, Sir Seongwu. What I need is a fascinating fact about my friend. Anything at all?"

Seongwu turned to Daniel, who has now caught up with him despite his long pacing. Now that one has had a good look, Seongwu just noticed how Daniel has sculpted arms, thanks to his fitted sleeves. The former eyed him for a while.

"Seongwu?"

"Ah, yes. Fascinating..." He shook his head rather vigorously. "H-How about you tell me something about yourself and for every fact, I'll tell something in return?"

"An exceptionally good dealer, okay." Daniel agreed. "Let's do that."

"You start,"

"Hm, I was born originally in Busan when the King and Queen were having their vacation and was brought up here in Seoul as a Prince." Seongwu nodded.

"Your turn," The Prince gestured to Seongwu.

"Well, I originally live in a paternal house, but more often than not, it's always my mother who looks after me since my dad is always overseas." Daniel tilted his head slightly as he digests the information.

"What about your parents?" Daniel followed up.

"What about your parents?" Seongwu eyed him, as it was his time to give him a story.

"You know my parents."

"I only know their public image. What's it like when its only you and them?" The Prince thought for the right description but didn't hesitate.

"My dad, well, the King, he's rather an orthodox-kind of man. He likes to stick with the norm, so every time I propose something he's gone skeptic with me. Regardless, he's a good father. Taught me everything I know about duels, law-"

"And girls?"

"Well, except that." He cleared his thought. Even though it was kind of dim, Seongwu can evidently see Daniel's blushing. It put a grin on his face.

"The Queen, mother, she's caring and all. Unlike Father, she insists I get myself a fiancee already. Saying what's the use of this face if the heir to the throne is lacking love life?" He raised his shoulders, Seongwu sniggered.

"Then again, she's a real jewel I cannot compare to any crown in the world." It only took that one statement, full of endearment, to melt Seongwu away. The halls felt so light and fluffy, Daniel's face appeared to be less prince-ly but somehow more like... just Daniel.

Is it because he was raised around women? That men who patronize their mother appear more pleasing in Seongwu's eyes? Or is it just the moment?

This moment with this person?

Seongwu's heart suddenly felt so full like he had five rounds of dessert to eat.

"It's actually embarrassing at my part to be watched by my parents, trying to acquaint myself with dedicated men but ends up using them as a stepping stone in becoming a true King. Don't you think?"

The Prince just noticed Seongwu's absence of mind. His forehead wrinkled at his friend, he snapped his fingers.

"Hyung??"

"Yes?" Seongwu snapped.

"I guess night time is really bad for you, huh?" Daniel chuckled, no offense taken by him. He knew, after all, that his friend was tired.

"Maybe we should call it a night."

Prince Daniel granted himself the liberty to accompany Seongwu back, postponing the chitchat session he had in mind. Somehow and somewhere at the back of Seongwu's heart, he felt the gravity of guilt.

He knew how hectic it was for the Prince to deal about this week.

He knew how exhausted and beat the Prince was, judging from the circles under his eyes and his pale skin.

He knew that the Prince was looking forward to his company despite everything.

He lent this time specifically for Seongwu.

But he bore him to death.

"Come with me," Before any argument happens, Seongwu had pulled His Royal Highness into his prized fortress.

Chapter 28 Chapter Text

23:37

Cricket noises sang their lullabies to sleep. Fireflies were floating like nature's stars dancing along the grass and trees. It was a peaceful, silent night.

At least, except in a particular someone's bedroom.

"Hey Seongwu, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Maybe," Seongwu hedged. Daniel gave him a humorless smile.

Because the stroll didn't work well for Seongwu's brain, the two got cozier in the older one's comfort zone. And since he insisted, the lay down their backs on the blue queen-sized bed. Awkward at first, but both seemed to find their inner peace as time passed.

"It's just... well, I can tell you really don't like it here. You hate the rules, the competition and the attention and the clothes and the... well no, you fancy the food."

"I worship it, along the bed." He joked, the Prince smiled too.

"You said it yourself it's a mistake to be here and you must be missing your family. I could also tell the others are too. Your feelings are incredibly close to the surface."

"Yeah," Seongwu sighed. "I know."

"But you still choose to be homesick and miserable here rather than go home. Why?"

Daniel had folded his arm to support his head, staring at Seongwu for clear answers. The latter felt a lump rise in his throat, he swallowed it back down.

"I can't say I'm miserable... you know why."

"I'm not sure, sometimes you look okay. I see you smile while talking with other guys and you seem content with your meals. I'll give you that." The Prince said, looking down the sheet as if he's recalling the times he observed his friend's behavior.

"But other times, you just seem... sad. Would you tell me why?"

"It's just homesickness, mostly. Yet, there's also a chip on my shoulder. It's nothing big or exciting, trust me."

There was a smile nearing to tears on Seongwu's face.

Please don't push me, it's not like me to cry.

"Oh please! I'd like to listen. Don't take it as my title interrogating you, just think of me as your friend trying to comfort you." Daniel pleads, his hands clasping and eyes hopeful. "... Please?"

Seongwu took a deep breath. Indeed, Daniel is a friend now. He's pouring his best effort to be nice to someone as sarcastic as Seongwu.

And he's been so honest with me...

"Alright, since you have been such a good pup." The Prince was so delighted, he didn't catch what Seongwu intended to say.

"In the world out there -" Seongwu pointed at the ceiling, imagining the wall dividing the A-list from the other lists. The Prince inched closer to him, like a little brother looking forward to bedtime stories.

"the commoners take care of one another. At least from D-list down to the F's. My father was able to work under a B, thanks to the reference of a friend from the D-list. But then," Seongwu's face sullen.

"A co-worker of his scammed the CEO and took away all the shares of the company, I don't know how and I couldn't care less, okay? That damned devil." Daniel focused on listening amidst Seongwu's foul language.

"Anyhow, pops was working as a journalist and since he lost his career, he had no choice but to work overseas. The huge problem is we have to wait for a month before we receive his remittances and we kinda lost in touch personally."

"Oh," There was a bitter look on Daniel's face.

"And the worst thing is, we go scraping for food while waiting for months."

"No,"

"Yes. As awful as it is, there are folks like me begging just to survive a day without an empty stomach." Seongwu tried to sound positive but as he turned to Daniel, the latter emitted the same heartbreaking feeling that Seongwu eventually got used to and kept hidden inside.

"Seongwu Hyung, I..."

"Don't feel bad. I don't like it when people pity me, Daniel."

The Prince pouted sadly. He always wondered why his friend was always that slim.

"Anyhow, being raised as the only Y-chromosome offspring in a maternal household. I know someday, I have to look after my family, that my father's income wasn't enough to keep us alive."

"I did everything, except to enter the Annual Confrontare. Could you believe I dodged this program ever since I turned twenty?"

"Really?" Daniel blinked thrice. He thought it was a good call that the King lowered the age requirement for the competition this year.

"Yeah, that's just how I hated the listing system and how the Royal family uses the Confrontare to walk over the lower listers."

"That's one tough pride and prejudice,"

"No offense, though, Your Majesty." Seongwu apologized, a bit of a delay. The Prince brushed it off.

"It just burdens me to see my mother and sister looking at me to snatch the Prime-ship and elevate our listing." He soughed. Holding every dried tear to stay dry.

"Once I'm in, the only way is to go forward. If I fail this, I don't think I could ever provide for them like I ever did here."

The Prince stared at Seongwu for a while. Then he closed his eyes and rested his head, flat on the cushion.

Their breathing harmonized with each other, without their knowledge.

"You and I are the same."

At that very second, their gaze met. They saw each other eye-to-eye, for the very first time. Their ranks, riches, and environment stripped away from them.

It's just them. Seongwu and Daniel. Two boys yearning for a companion and a confidante.

"We're both scared of failure, being a disgrace to our own families. And at the same time, we desire to break free from the social norms."

"I guess you're right."

Both of them stared back at the ceiling in unison. "Hyung, now that I know your story, I promise that I shall keep you here until I narrow down my choices into choosing Prime. Allow me to do so, as it's the only thing I can do for you as my closest friend."

Closest friend. Seongwu repeated inside his head.

"I'll keep you here until the last possible moment. I won't make you leave a moment before I have to. Or the moment you are ready, whichever comes first."

In all honesty, he didn't have to. The Prince can just sign him off a check and send Seongwu away. Besides, jobs will clamor on the porch steps of their house given as to how far he'd survive the show.

But since Seongwu's different, Daniel could never fathom him to go.

"Daniel..."

"I promise."

The Prince pulled Seongwu in an embrace. The latter rested his head on Daniel's shoulder as the former patted it.

Somehow, Seongwu knew that Daniel would keep his promise. So he settled into perhaps the last place he could ever think he'd find genuine comfort.

Chapter 29 Chapter Text

5:10

When Seongwu woke up the next morning, he was alone.

It seems to him that he dozed off as to when Daniel laid next to him and when he was deep asleep, he left. Yet, his french perfume lingers from the sheet. Seongwu sniffed the faintest smell that's left.

Thinking about it, Seongwu rewound last night's scene and realized.

Oh god... Bloody hell.

He slapped his face and senses awake. You almost freaking slept with a Prince, Seongwu. A Prince!

"Ugh, is that how royals make friends?"

Explains why he always wears a french-flavored perfume...

Moments later, his three loyal butlers entered after a knock and helped his kick-off to his feet. "Sir Seongwu, we'll be changing the bedsheets. Is there any color you fancy?"

As Seongwu started unbuttoning his pajama top, prepping for his bath made by Stell, he spaced out on Sol.

"Seongwu?"

"Forget the sheets, I'm keeping it until the weekends."

/*/*/*

8:28

Just before dessert was done, Prince Daniel called out Kim Jaehwan's attention in the middle of the meal.

"Before I forget, Sir Jaehwan?" He motioned to Jaehwan's seat.

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Are you, perhaps, free after breakfast?" All ears fell to the conversation, whilst Seongwu wished he was deaf.

"Will it be all right to respond to your challenge at this time of the day?"

Jaehwan's face lit up, like a little boy granted by his father to go to the amusement park for his birthday. "But of course, I am. Gladly, sir."

"Excellent," The Prince delighted. "Will meet you at the music room in half an hour."

"Understood."

It was Seongwu's turn to glare at the Prince while he chugged down his freshly squeezed lemon juice. To his utter surprise (and dismay), the Prince did not send him a glance. Instead, the Prince seems rather pleased to keep himself busy and productive with a challenger.

Seongwu thought of tugging his ear.

Before it was possible, the silver bell was rung. Butler Won declared breakfast had concluded. Prince Daniel wiped his mouth with the table napkin, promptly leaving the Dining Hall.

He robbed him of the chance of exercising their signal.

Shortly after, the gentlemen were directed to gather at the Common Room for Butler Han's briefing. Next week was supposedly a Royal Gala taking place in the Palace and the Confrontare challengers are invited by the Prince.

Even so, there are more pressing matters that the gentlemen had their heads on.

"There you are! I was wondering where you've gone to." It was Sungwoon.

"I just went back to change," Sungwoon eyed Seongwu's comfy pair of pajamas.

"Those bring back memories of my house. I like it."

"I know. I've never felt anything like them." Seongwu's voice lifted up a bit. He surveyed the Common Room where the other guys were resting. "So what did you want to talk about?"

Sungwoon hesitated. He bit his lip as they sat down. They were far from the others' attention. Seongwu suspects he must have a secret.

"Actually, now that I think of it, maybe I shouldn't be too frank with you. Sometimes I forget that we're competing against each other."

Oh. That's right. He also has issues of his own on the Confrontare. But this I had to hear.

"I know just how you feel, Hyung. I think we could become really close friends. I can't bring myself to think of you as an enemy, you know?"

"Yeah. I think you're really sincere. And you've earned the people's favor," Sungwoon paused.

"I mean, you're probably going to win..."

He seemed a little defeated by the idea. Being an F-list is a state wherein one must constantly work until they can't anymore. Seongwu though, thinking Prince Daniel would choose him as Prime, had to will himself not to wince or laugh at Sungwoon's words.

"Sungwoon Hyung, can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course, Ong. Anything."

"I don't know who'll be the Prime. Really, it could be anyone in this room. Well, everyone must think that it'll be them, but I already know that if it can't be me, I'd want it to be you."

Seongwu's voice was full of gentle truth, hoping that his dear friend will believe his words.

"You're caring and fair. You work hard than anybody else. If there's anyone who has to be Prime, it's you."

Sungwoon seems like he'd wipe a tear from his eyes. Never had he received such lovely words from Seongwu or from anyone in the Confrontare. It felt new and gratifying.

"You'd be great, too, Ong." Seongwu grinned. It was so nice of him to think so highly of Seongwu.

"Let's not worry about that. You can tell me anything you want to. I'll keep your secrets if you keep mine. We can pull for each other if you want. That's what our friendship is for, right?"

Sungwoon smiled, agreeing to his trusted mate. "Prince Daniel responded to my second challenge."

"Yeah?"

"He sent a confirmation letter to my butlers and said we'll be meeting next Tuesday. In fact, I challenge him with Taekwondo this time."

"Woah, that's wicked."

"Right? But you know, as this competition progresses, I feel a sense of attachment to Daniel."

Seongwu was startled, subtly. There were two reasons: 1) Sungwoon casually calling the Prince by his first name and, 2) The older admitting that he feels close to the Prince.

"Attachment, huh? That's a strong statement. Whatever for?"

"Well, he doesn't just walk into the room and say he'll bring you down, you know that, right?"

"Uh-huh," Seongwu realizing he was the one who lost the first challenge. Still fresh in his unconscious mind.

"One can't simply deny that he's a kind person. When we were competing, he'd raise a topic to talk about and then, of course, you'll chat with him. It felt as if I was bonding with a mate or a brother."

"That, well, I don't refute."

Chapter 30 Chapter Text

9:03

Seongwu and Sungwoon's conversation carried on until they reached the topic that... well, not too safe to talk about.

"I've been really curious about His Majesty's physique."

"Hey, what?"

"His biceps sure are sculpted. I wonder why. I mean, what's the point of him being that buff? He does deskwork. Weird, is it not?" Sometimes, Seongwu thinks about the stupidest things. Stupid but interesting.

"Maybe, he likes to flex in front of the mirror," Sungwoon said, making a face and flexing his own tiny arms.

"Hahaha! I bet that's it. I dare you to ask him!"

"You bet I will,"

It sounded as though Seongwu and Sungwoon were having their own good time. Seongwu wondered why Daniel couldn't bring up his personal reviews on the other guys, especially Sungwoon. Maybe he was shy?

The two of them noticed that half of the guys seemed tense and the half seemed lively. Donghyun, Guanlin, and Youngmin were listening intently to what seems to be a story-telling by Jisung. Jisung was smiling and animated, whilst Guanlin's face was full of worry, Youngmin trying to calm him at some point as he also bit his nails. Donghyun was busy laughing with their story, his face so bright.

On the other side, there was a mismatched pair of Jihoon and Sewoon, having another intense discussion. Unlike his innocent-looking nature, Jihoon spoke with aggression and doubt, like he's out there to corner a suspect into confessing. And everyone is a suspect.

"The grumpy ones are the guys that he has already beaten to their challenge. If I remember, I wasn't the only one scheduled for Tuesday. Clearly, he's trying to be fair as he answers to our whims."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, I mean, look at you and me. We're fine. We lost to him but he took a liking to us, enough as to not to be kicked out right afterward." Sungwoon placed an arm around Seongwu's neck.

"Word is going around on who's gone to more challenges and who still hasn't. They're worried that he might just send them off without proving their worth and once he does beat them, he'll just throw them away."

Seongwu thought he'd been cheated on. Why hasn't he told me any of this? Weren't we friends? He should have talked about this. What kind of friend held those kinds of secrets while trying to spill my own?

Daehwi, who was in Samuel and Woojin's circle, got up from his seat with an overly anxious expression. He spotted Seongwu and Sungwoon and quickly walked over.

"What did you challenge him last time?"

"Oh hi, David!"

"Hush, Sungwoon Hyung!" He cried, turning to Seongwu. "Come on, Seongwu Hyung, spill."

"Weren't you in the Dining Hall?"

"No. The one last night!"

A maid came to the corner and offered them tea, which Seongwu was about to take, but Daehwi shooed her away.

"How...?"

"Jinyoung saw you together and told," Sungwoon said, trying to explain Daehwi's concern. Seongwu almost froze, yet he reminded himself to get it together.

"The two of you seem to be pretty close, while a lot hasn't been able to chase him. They don't think it's right. But it's not your fault if he sees you as a friend."

"This is unfair!" Daehwi whined.

"I haven't been able to talk to him outside of mealtimes nor receive a letter of confirmation for my challenges."

Oh, I wonder why... Seongwu thought.

"What in the world is between you two?" Seongwu gulped.

It was easy to tell that they're friends but it won't register right into other guys' perspectives. They'll think Daniel has his favorites and he's unfair.

"Seongwu, are you okay?" Sungwoon broke the tension, checking Seongwu's current disposition.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"You just look upset."

"Nope, not upset. Everything's great."

Not far off, a move so sudden Seongwu would have missed it if they weren't a couple of feet in front of them, Jung Sewoon - a talented, meek C-list - raised his arm and punched Jihoon across the face, hand still gripping the latter's collar.

Several guys gasped, others rescued to halt the two. Those who hadn't catch the scene turned around and asked what happened. Perfect timing, Jaehwan rejoined the lot, with Minhyun tagging behind him. They stop right at the open door, stunned by the commotion.

"What did I miss?" Jaehwan's forehead wrinkled.

"Oh Sewoon, no." Youngmin shook his head, sighing.

Once Sewoon was pulled from Jihoon, he slowly comprehended what he has done.

He will probably be sent home.

The Confrontare handbook forbids the physical assault of the Challengers. Youngmin, Donghyun, and Woojin went to Sewoon's side, while the C-list sat in heavy silence. The four of them were inclined to music but differing from the listing, yet they bonded well.

Sewoon, who Seongwu only met in passing, had always struck him as a pure and mild creature. He knows that Sewoon is nothing near the violent-type who would seek to harm another person. Sewoon's the type to pet a fly.

In fact, he'd pass as a monk in practice. During the rebel attack, he stayed low on his knees, praying.

Undoubtedly, he has been provoked but no one was sitting within earshot to prove that. It would be Sewoon's word against Jihoon's but then, the manipulative B-list would have a roomful of back-ups if ever he's in a pinch.

Prince Daniel would be left with no choice but to send Sewoon home as an example to others.

Tears began welling down Sewoon's face as Jihoon stood, straightened his jacket, a bruise evident on his cheek, and gave him a smirk before leaving the room.

Sewoon was gone before lunch.

Chapter 31 Chapter Text

14:32

The flashbulbs went off again capturing elegant bachelors draped in white.

A rather abrupt photoshoot took place in the Great Hall that afternoon. It was in line with the preparation for the Royal Gala, wherein the Confrontare challengers who are left will be introduced to high-society.

Right after the group photoshoot, the royal photographer asked each of the gentlemen to take a couple of one-on-one shot with the Prince.

A social experiment, perhaps, as to who best suits the place next to the Prince as the chosen Prime.

Unlike the Confrontare Report, Butler Han and Won had issued a command for the gentlemen's butlers to make their white jackets ready. They made each challenger wear an identical white suit along with the Prince.

The color that Prince Daniel wears above any shades. The color of the future Prime.

The photos will not only be presented in the Royal Gala but also be printed in a magazine, wherein the staff will cast a voting system on which pairing captures their attention most. Seongwu sighed.

Some of the guys were pacing around the room, some were relaxing on the lounge bar, refreshing themselves.

Seongwu was next in line after Jihoon. He had the honor to watch as Jihoon and Daniel look friendly with each other and fierce at the same time. The moment the photographer told them to pose, Jihoon whispered something to the Prince.

Whatever it was, Daniel had to lean his head back in laughter, nodding, and sealing their little secret. Seongwu rolled his eyes.

How can thick can that brat be?

"All right gentlemen, just face the camera and smile, please." The photographer called, by which Jihoon immediately complied.

It was a powerful pairing.

Seongwu thought how his sister Seoyu would gush when she sees their picture. Prince Daniel and Prime Jihoon, sure.

In a bolt of speed, he was done. The photographer called for the next one. Yet, Seongwu was too engrossed watching Jihoon and Daniel get all chummy with each other that a maid had to gently remind him it was his turn.

Seongwu slapped his cheeks and willed himself to focus. He flattened his jacket and walked towards Daniel. The Prince's eyes shifted from Jihoon to Seongwu, and maybe, he might just imagine it, but Daniel's face seemed to brighten a bit.

"Hello there, buddy." Daniel sang.

"Don't even start," Seongwu warned, but merely chuckled as they joined hands and patted each other's back. It was an awful nickname, sounded as if Seongwu was Daniel's Jack-Russel Terrier.

"Hold on a moment, there's dirt on your shoulder."

"Not surprised. I had to climb a mountain to get here." Daniel had to restrain his chuckle.

"I suppose that'll do." He said, not taking his eyes off from any leftover microbes.

Seongwu attempted for a full-blast laugh. He fired back.

"In the meantime, they ought to hang you with the chandelier." He poked at the glittering medals across Daniel's chest.

This time, Daniel had to grab Seongwu's shoulder to stay on his feet as he savors a good laugh.

To Seongwu's observation, Prince Daniel's uniform also had those golden things on his shoulders- very noble and elegant- and a sword hanging off his hip.

It was a bit much if you ask Seongwu.

"What's the purpose of this shoot, anyway?"

"Presentation and fan service," Daniel explained.

"Well then, they're making a wonderful job."

"Eyes at the camera, please." The photographer called. Seongwu didn't think much but stared sharply, deep into the lens.

Not only did Seongwu saw himself and the Prince, but also the faces of all the other guys gathering to watch. He felt his nerves shot up. Seongwu had to wipe his moist, trembling hands on his pants and breathed deeply.

"Nervous?"

"I don't like it when I arbor attention, you know that." Prince Daniel casually put an arm over Seongwu's shoulder. The latter wanted to remove the Prince's hand but he pulled him closer, securing Seongwu.

"Just look at the camera like you can't stand looking at me," He squinted into a mock pout, which cracked Seongwu up.

The camera flashed at that moment, capturing a candid shot of them laughing.

"See, it's not that bad."

"Yeah, alright." It was an idle five minutes of no talking when the photographer motioned the pair to pose on the couch. Before the shoot resumes, a man in a suit waved for Prince Daniel's attention which he turned to and motioned to come.

Judging from how swift he approached the Prince, he really needs to speak with him regarding an urgent matter. However, he hesitated. He glanced at Seongwu and back to the Prince, evidently questioning the challenger's presence.

"He's fine," Daniel said. The man then knelt before the Prince and proceeded with his report.

"Rebel attack in Gyeonggi-do, Your Majesty." He stated. Daniel's head dropped wearily and sighed. "They burnt down villages and acres of crops. A dozen civilians were killed."

"Where exactly?"

"West of Yangpyeong, sir, near the border." Daniel nodded as if he's trying to piece all the information he needs. "And what does my father say?"

"Actually sir, he's seeking your thoughts."

Daniel seemed taken aback for a split second, then answered. "Localize troops near Gwangju and Yeoju but don't go as near to Yangpyeong. Round some back-ups to Wonju as well. See if we could impede them."

The man bowed as he noted this. "Excellent, sir."

As quickly as he appeared, the man vanished. Meanwhile, Seongwu noticed that his friend isn't that interested to get back to taking pictures now.

"Are you all right?"

Daniel nodded somberly. "Just worried about my subjects."

"Maybe we should stop here?"

The Prince shook his head, stood upright, and smiled.

"One thing you must discover from this profession is the ability to appear calm and composed when you're anything but. So Seongwu, smile."

For the last few frames of their shoot, Seongwu swears that he vividly saw Daniel's gloomy eyes as he put on a professional image. He felt the younger one's grip on his shoulder, he'd tap it when he has the chance.

It felt like they had a connection, something true and deep.

"Thank you very much. Next please!"

As Seongwu and Daniel stood from the couch, the Prince faced Seongwu.

"Please don't say anything. It's imperative that you're discreet."

"Absolutely,"

When the photographer sang again for the light changing, it reminded Seongwu that they weren't the only ones on the set. Prince Daniel gave him one last smile, a pat on the back, and cleared the way for Seongwu as he walked away.

Seongwu couldn't erase the nice feeling of being trusted with Daniel's secret and how it felt like he's the only one that the Prince can cling unto.

"Sir Jinyoung, hello,"

Prince Daniel greeted the next challenger. Seongwu smiled to himself, Daniel appeared friendly but haven't dropped the formality with the others. The latter lowered his voice but Seongwu still heard him.

"May I ask if you're free this dinner?"

Something kind of knotted in Seongwu's stomach. He guessed it was a late batch of nerves.

Chapter 32 Chapter Text

8:31

"He must have done something terrible," Donghyun insisted.

"That's not what she made it sound like," Daehwi countered. Jisung pulled the young one's arm, calming him. "What did he say again?"

Jinyoung had been sent home.

This particular eviction is essential for the challengers to understand since it was the first one that was isolated, not due to merely losing a challenge and not caused by breaking a rule.

He must've done something wrong and everyone in the room wanted to know. Including Seongwu, of course.

Daehwi, who was a room across JInyoung's and also an established friend of his, was the only person who Jinyoung had spoken to before he left. The B-list sighed and retold the story for the second time.

"He and the Prince had a chess match, but you knew that already," Daehwi waved his hand, dismissing the obvious fact.

Jinyoung's challenge was common knowledge to all. After the photoshoot yesterday, he was all pumped up about his after-dinner challenge with the Prince, saying he'll smash his royal pride to pieces.

"That was his second challenge with the Prince. She's the only one who got two." Guanlin said.

"No, he isn't," Seongwu mumbled rather loudly. A few heads turned, acknowledging his statement.

It was true though. Jinyoung wasn't the only guy who got a second response, besides him. Sungwoon Hyung too!

Not that he was counting.

Daehwi continued. "When I visited him last night, he was crying. I asked him what's wrong, and he said he was leaving, that Daniel had told him to go."

"What did he say what happened?" Donghyun asked,

"He said he couldn't tell me about it. He's not supposed to. I don't understand why. Maybe we're not allowed to talk about the reason we're eliminated?"

"It wasn't in the rules," Jisung replied, uncertain. "was it?"

"No one said anything about that to me," Donghyun confirmed, he checked for the others' reaction and they all shook their heads the same.

"Did he mention anything he did?" Jihoon urged.

"He said I should be careful with my words, then he pulled away and shooed me to leave." Daehwi pouted.

The room went quiet, trying to figure out any lead to the story.

"He must have insulted the Prince," Youngmin suggested.

"Well if that's the reason, that'd be unjust. Since someone had arguments with him during the first meeting and is still here." Jihoon stressed.

The guys started searching for the guilty party - Seongwu, yet nobody knows - in an attempt to question his conscience and probably, kick him out. Seongwu who was starting to sink in the couch gave Sungwoon an anxious look.

Sungwoon sprang into action. "Perhaps he insulted the country? or the King?"

"Not quite. That's too political to talk about, too boring." Samuel denied. "Knowing Jinyoung, he isn't the constitutional nerd-type."

"Well, has anyone here talked about politics and how to run a country with Daniel?" Jihoon called.

No one answered.

"Of course you haven't. Daniel's not looking for a royal advisor, he's seeking a worthy individual of royal favor!"

"Don't you think you're underestimating him?" Youngmin countered.

Jihoon threw his head back and laughed.

"The Prince can run the country just fine. He's trained for it. I'm not here to kiss his shoe, though. Why would he want someone to tell him what to do when he's King? We're not here to be his wife,"

"Jihoon, if I were you, I'd learn to be quiet. At least, until he picks you for Prime," Woojin sidled up beside the arrogant B-list.

"Which he won't." The D-list made it clear for Jihoon. At that moment, there was almost a spark for a brawl. Good thing is, Jisung and Sungwoon were able to prevent it.

While there was an on-going debate with Jinyoung's case and Prince Daniel's real intention as he seeks the Prime, Seongwu tiptoed his way out the Common Room.

Ugh, such a ruckus, those lot.

He didn't want to deal with the drama, or more so, he didn't want to be exposed as the main perpetrator of being close to Daniel.

On his way to the gardens, Seongwu saw Minhyun in the halls as well. He stopped there. Minhyun seemed to notice, glanced at Seongwu and approached him.

"I was about to go to you,"

"Yeah? What for?" Minhyun's eye never looked so lonely and cold before. Seongwu felt a stab in his chest.

"These," Seongwu received one pastel blue envelope and one long white envelope, sealed tightly. "A letter from your house, and from them."

Before Seongwu could question, Minhyun left without a word. He watched as his best friend slowly drifts away from him. He wanted to yell for Minhyun, yet his voice betrayed him - he seemed farther than he appears to be.

Unable to be reached.

Seongwu carried unto his destination with a heavy heart.

He couldn't redeem back Minhyun.

Chapter 33 Chapter Text

9:05

Seongwu didn't want to open the letter from The Treehouse. He's avoiding all contact as possible.

It's them alright, he thought judging from the leaf mark of the seal.

He decided to read the letter once he's all alone. He won't risk his chances.

Seongwu opened the blue-themed letter, which was clearly from the two girls he adores. He laughed, most often than not, about how the two felt like they're marrying off Seongwu to the Royal family and they're downright getting the dowry.

Seoyu asked if Daniel hugged him, in a 'friendly' manner she says.

Seongwu spaced out, suddenly seeing the night he fell asleep with Daniel. Definitely, not worth remembering. He shook his head.

But he couldn't stop himself from replaying it.

He swore that he'll have his revenge on his sister once he writes back.

His mother mentioned the news that those men who were already sent home became celebrities that they established successful careers. Some even founded their own business. It was as if the Confrontare made them into an asset.

Seongwu suddenly felt pressured.

Then Jinyoung came to mind. He paced around the perimeter of the garden grounds. He wondered what really happened between them and if ever Daniel had a challenger scheduled later that day.

On top of it, he had a strong wish to see Daniel.

Half of the second page of Mama Ong's letter was blank. He tore it neatly, dug for a pen in his coat.

The other guys might just receive their mails that moment later than him (thanks to Minhyun's express delivery), and they should be back in their rooms, buried in their letters.

Seongwu scribbled quickly on a scrap of blue stationery.

Your Majesty,
Tugging my ear. Whenever.

He never dreamt to be athletic but Seongwu managed to sprint back inside the Mansion. He passed by the Common Room, taking a peek.

Gone. It was empty.

Seongwu's torment of wandering was cut short when he saw a maid carrying a tray of refreshments on her hands. He supposes that she's heading upstairs, where the Prince's room is.

"Um, excuse me?" He called softly, the halls bouncing back his voice.

The maid curtsied, "Yes sir?"

"Would you happen to be going to the prince with that tray?" She smiled humbly.

"Yes, sir,"

"Could you please, take this to him for me?" Seongwu held out a quarter-folded note.

"Of course, sir!"

The maid took it eagerly and disappeared in the halls with a revived energy. No doubt she'll unfold it once she's out of sight but Seongwu felt secured with their cryptic message.

The waiting game began.

Seongwu wandered around the Mansion. He only knew about this place purposively for the Confrontare. Every year, men are gathered here to face the Prince and make a man out of themselves. He put his hands over the wallpaper as he examines the frames hanging.

Photos of the Primes throughout the century occupied the hallways. Seongwu walked past them all, searching for anything more noteworthy. Then he stopped, seeing that he found what he's looking for.

A picture of the royal family. A surreal, titanic size of a frame. It occupied almost the whole marble wall.

And there was Daniel, inches taller than his mother, the same height as his father.

Gazing at the enormous picture, Seongwu wondered about them. I rarely saw them every telecast night, were they only here because of blood and duty?

Seongwu can't maketh of the invisible family.

"Seongwu Hyung?"

Seongwu turned at the sound of his name. Daniel was jogging down the hall toward him.

It felt as if he's seeing the Prince for the first time.

He had his suit coat off, his sleeved were neatly rolled up on his black shirt. He had removed his tie, exposing an unbuttoned collar, and his hair that was always combed back was bouncing around a bit as he moved.

Contrary to the nobleman in uniform yesterday, Daniel looked more boyish, more real.

Seongwu was speechless. Daniel went to him and grabbed his shoulders.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Wrong?

"Nothing, I'm good," Seongwu replied. The Prince let out a breath that he was holding, unknown to Seongwu.

"Thank god. When I got your note, I thought you were sick or something regarding your family."

Ah, he knew the letters were coming.

"Oh, no! No, Daniel, I'm so sorry. It was a stupid idea, calling your attention. I wasn't sure if you'll be joining us at the later meals and I wanted to see you."

"What for?" he asked.

Daniel was still looking at Seongwu, double-checking if there was nothing broken.

"Well," Seongwu pressed his lips. "Just to see you."

Chapter 34 Chapter Text

9:32

The Prince stopped moving, almost stopped breathing. He looked into the E-list's eye with a kind of curiosity.

"You just wanted to see me?" his tone, happily surprised.

"Don't be shocked. Friends usually spend time together."

Daniel had seen through Seongwu's 'of course' tone. "Ah, you're cross with me since I've been engaged with stuff, aren't you? I didn't mean to neglect our friendship, Seongwu."

"No, why would I be mad? I was just explaining. Still, you look pretty occupied," Seongwu staring at Daniel's weary face.

"Go back to work. I'll see you when you're free."

The older one noticed that Daniel wasn't taking his orders. Nobody in this place would he bow to, basically.

"Actually," The Prince suggesting, "do you mind if I stay a few minutes? I was working on budget allocation papers and I detest those, gravely."

Without waiting for an answer, Daniel dragged Seongwu by the wrist and they sat on a short, plush sofa resting under a window, halfway through the halls. Seongwu shook his head as he giggled. Daniel glared at him, confused.

"What's so funny?"

"Just you, it's funny to see that your work bugs you. What's so bad about paperwork, anyway?"

"Oh, Hyung!" Daniel faced Seongwu with slight aggravation.

"It seems pointless to go and propose where the national budget goes, the ministry won't just budge! Father is doing an excellent job at calming them down, yet still no luck. Mom wants most of the budget to be focused on education - says the more educated you are, the less crime rate there will be, and I agree. Father contradicts telling one vicinity cannot manage with a lower fund,"

The prince buried his head in his head. "It's infuriating! And it's not like I'm in command, so my opinion is easily disregarded."

Seongwu saw the intense emotional outburst of Daniel, this was twice he had a glimpse of Daniel's life.

How could they deafen their ears when the future sovereign's voice is active?

"Sorry to hear that. On the plus side, you'll have more of a say in the future." Seongwu gently rubbed Daniel's arched back, encouraging him.

"I know, and I've been chanting that in my head for years," Daniel groaned.

"Still, it's frustrating when you know you could change things now if only they'd listen."

It seems like it's only yesterday when Seongwu had a wrong impression of the prince - stern, controlling, and obnoxious. However, becoming friends with Daniel made Seongwu ashamed of himself.

Now, he witnesses how the young prince struggle on taking part in managing the state of his countrymen.

Only to be ignored most of the time.

"Don't be too discouraged. I, too, agree with your mother."

"Really?"

"But then again, sole education will not resolve anything."

The prince raised his head. "What are you implying?"

He sounded as if it was an accusation. Here was an idea that Daniel was championing, yet Seongwu'd just crush it. He tried backpedaling a bit.

"Well, unlike you having a fancy-pants tutor, the education system in F-list below is tremendously terrible. They get the worst to no education at all. One might think that isn't the listing responsible for most of the crimes? If only they would feel like they actually have something, it might encourage them."

Daniel was concentrating. "Remember when I told you how we scrape for food?"

"Yes,"

"Well, have you ever felt like, not just plain hungry, but starving, Daniel? No food at all, nothing for your parents and siblings. And you might just think that taking a little bit from someone who has enough might just allow you to have something to eat..."

"Seongwu, I'm not saying that some people don't have it hard, but stealing is-"

"Close your eyes, Daniel." He attempted to put a hand over Daniel's eyes.

"What?"

"Just close them!" Daniel frowned but obeyed. When his face was all relaxed, Seongwu continued.

"Imagine someday, you'll be marrying your wife. Maybe you still don't know who she is but picture her." Daniel's hand that was resting next to Seongwu's grazed the latter's for a second. He shied away from the touch.

"Keep those eyes closed!"

"Right, sorry."

"Now, she needs you to provide for her. And your family. You have to protect them, but what if it comes to the point that there was absolutely nothing to eat? You cannot fall asleep at night, thinking that when you wake up the next, you'll hear her grumbling stomach and-"

"STOP it!" The prince stood up abruptly. He was exhaling rather sharply, pacing back and forth in the halls.

It was awkward. Seongwu hadn't realized that it would drive Daniel to be upset. "Sorry."

"It's not that I don't believe you, Seongwu. It's just..." The prince closed his eyes, shoulders sagging, his head was thrown back with a sigh.

"I'm only starting to realize how much I don't know about my country. And I'm only knowing these with someone I used to argue consistently with."

Seongwu smiled hopefully.

"It feels nice to be of help rather than be a pain to your neck now,"

"Yeah, we acted like spoiled brats," The two let out a chuckle.

"Good heavens, when you said you were here for food and sleep, I thought you were kidding. But you weren't."

"I'm not always a clown, your Majesty. I had my share of poverty and-"

Seongwu couldn't finish his sentence. Daniel came over and planted a kiss on his head.

"I'll see you at dinner."

As he walked away, the prince dug for his tie in his pocket.

Chapter 35 Chapter Text

18:00

Daniel said he'd meet him at dinner, but he wasn't there. Nor at breakfast and the next days. In fact, a week had passed and Seongwu hadn't spoken nor seen him the slightest.

Then, it was Friday already.

Stell and Seongwu were alone in his room. Tonight, Seongwu would be facing Andy Chu - and the whole nation - yet again on the Confrontare Report.

Saying that Seongwu was nervous is an understatement. To help ease his stage-fright, Stell was throwing possible questions that the public might want to know.

"So, how is your stay at the Blue Mansion? What was the most unforgettable encounter that you had with His Majesty? Do you miss your family? Is there a special connection between you and Prince Daniel?"

Seongwu eyed his butler on the last one. It was a question asked out of genuine curiosity, and a hint of intrigue. It wouldn't be difficult to answer if only Stell wasn't giving him a mischievous grin.

Seongwu tried not to think hard about it. "For goodness' sake, we're friends!"

"Just... friends?"

He tried to sound mad, but it was silly to be upset about. A smirk gave away Seongwu's cover, and his butler caught him.

"Blimey Stell, what's wrong with 'just friends'? Ugh... why don't you clean something!"

Stell laughed outright while Seongwu tries to chase him away with a book. Before he hits any head, Sol and Sam burst through the doors, carrying a garment bag.

Sam was glowing more than usual as to when Seongwu last saw him, which was an hour ago. Sol was also looking quietly shady.

"Okay, what's with those faces?"

"We finished your tuxedo for the Report, sir," Sam, stopping in front of Seongwu, buoyantly bowed.

"Another one? Why not the dark blue in the closet? I love that."

The three butlers exchanged looks. Sol hung up the long bag on the hook near the mirror, disregarding Seongwu's suggestion.

"Anyways, we talked with the other butlers and maids, sir. We learned a lot of things," Sam began.

"We knew that both you and Sir Jinyoung had met with the prince twice already, and from what we quite understand, there might be a link between the two of you."

"I'm listening,"

"According to our investigation," Sol tried to sound businesslike. "the reason why he was asked to leave was that he spoke ill things towards you. His Majesty was not pleased and dismissed him immediately."

Seongwu let his mouth agape in shock. "What?"

"We are certain you're his favorite, Sir Seongwu. Most everyone says so too," Sam nodded, convinced by this.

He raised a doubtful brow, unswayed by their account. "Putting that aside, how does that relate to anything with the tuxedo?"

Sam came over to Sol and unzipped the black garment bag, revealing a rather stunning masterpiece - a black jacket with red lining on the collar and wrists that shimmer in the fading light falling from the window. The shirt inside was vibrant red as well.

"You guys," Seongwu gaped, absolutely awestruck. "You've outdone yourselves once again."

"Thank you, sir. I'm glad you fancy it," Sol claimed. "The three of us all poured our best effort into it."

"It's gorgeous, but I still don't get what this has to do with what you said earlier."

"Like we said," Sol pulled out the jacket, airing it out, as Sam continued.

"Word in the mansion says you have earned the prince's favor. You had the most number of meeting with him, he speaks good things about you. And he's the first one to engage with you, not the other way around. It seems that the other gentlemen have figured out."

"What?"

"We have a workroom down the basement where we usually get our materials to design jackets, make shoes, and pick other accessories. All the other servers are there, of course. Everyone requested a blue-shaded jacket for tonight," Sam said.

"The other challengers might think it's because you wore that color last time, and are trying to copy you."

"Agreed. You slay-ed in that tux," Stell chimed in. "Sir Samuel and Sir Jaehwan even asked for a corsage today, just like yours."

"Okay, valid. But it still doesn't explain the red-themed attire."

"To make you stand out, of course!" Sam answered.

"Listen, Sir Seongwu." Sol approached him.

"You are kind enough to be our master and friend, and excellent enough to be the Prime."

Seongwu hunted for a way out of the overwhelming attention, appreciation, and support. It gives him unwanted chills.

"Look," He distanced himself.

"I really appreciate the gesture, but you know that being extravagant is never my style. I'd like it if I just stay true to myself."

Sol glanced over his shoulder, as Sam's turn to approach Seongwu.

"Shining out once in a while isn't bad. And we've known Prince Daniel basically his whole life. Yes, he seeks a genuine person, yet someone who perseveres hard while having pure intentions is what impresses him most."

The three butlers smiled at Seongwu with such assurance that he can't bring himself to come clean.

That he was a fraud.

That he is a part of a revolutionary group's plan to oust the rulers.

That he never wanted to do all these, that he was just forced to participate.

That it wasn't part of the plan to impress Daniel.

I can't. It'll only deflate their hopes and happiness. Besides, I needed to keep up my appearances if I wanted to stay.

And he needed to stay.

"All right, let's try it on." Seongwu conceded with a sigh.

Chapter 36 Chapter Text

18:50

The set was arranged a little differently tonight than usual. The thrones for the royal family were placed on the side, the challengers' seats on the opposite side, leaving two high, cozy-looking chairs at the center stage.

A microphone was resting for each of the gentlemen to take, whenever they will be speaking to Andy.

Seongwu got queasy just by the thought of it.

Sure enough, the room was floating with tuxedos in every shade of blue. Some leaned closer to green, others close to purple, but there was a guaranteed theme. And clearly, his flamboyant black and red tux didn't fit in.

He noticed Jihoon's scowl right away and decided to distance himself from him by going over to his seat. Donghyun and Youngmin walked past, seemingly a bit unhappy.

Unlike the others, Donghyun at least looked different from the crowd with his blue jacket melting into white, like delicate strands of ice weaving their way to the floor.

"Wow, you look... breathtaking, Seongwu," he praised, yet with a slightly bland tone.

"Thanks. Your tux is charming, Donghyun."

He held his jacket and rotated his shoulder, running his hand across imaginary wrinkles. "Yeah, I like it very much."

"Seongwu!"

He turned to see Jihoon, standing right behind him. Grinning.

"Jihoon,"

"Could you come with me for a moment? I need a hand." Without waiting for a reply, Jihoon pulled Seongwu away from Donghyun and around the heavy blue curtain which served as the backdrop of the studio.

"Take off your tuxedo,"

"My what?"

"I want your tuxedo. Take it off!" The younger ordered and started to get out of his clothes. Seongwu was baffled.

"I'm not taking my clothes off," Seongwu stated, before leaving. Yet the B-list got a hold of his hair, pulling him back.

"Ow!" Seongwu cried, freeing his hair from Jihoon's grip. His hair would look off, but hopefully, he wished Stell wouldn't notice.

"Are you deaf, commoner? I said, take off that tuxedo. Now."

Seongwu stood there, glowering at Jihoon. His face set, refusing to budge. He was sick of Jihoon's greedy attitude. "You won't? I can strip it off for you-"

"I'm not afraid of you, Jihoon. This one's made for me and nobody else. Next time you pick your clothes, maybe you should try being more of yourself," Seongwu said.

"Oh, wait! Then Daniel would have to send you home, seeing the brat you are."

Out of rage, Jihoon reached for Seongwu's polo collar and ripped it open, sending two buttons flying, before walking away. Seongwu gasped. He reached for his bare collarbones in disbelief, he was too stupefied to do anything.

"Places everyone!" The director shouted. He walked around the side of the curtain as bravely as he can.

Forgive me, mom. I think I'm about to punch my first human.

Seongwu balled his fist, bottling up every violent feeling that can explode anytime.

Luckily, Sungwoon saved a seat for Seongwu. When he sat beside him, Seongwu saw the shock in Sungwoon's face. "Good lord, what happened to your shirt?"

"Jihoon,"

Minhyun and Jaehwan who were sitting in front of them, turned. "He tore it up?"

"Yes,"

"Jeez, that brat is a nightmare. I swear," Jaehwan sourly shook his head. Minhyun was staring at Seongwu, anxious.

"Were you hurt?" Seongwu reached for his hair.

"Thankfully, no."

"Don't worry, Ong. You still nailed that alluring style." Sungwoon winked. Seongwu could only smile, unsure. He saw Minhyun was still looking worried, but couldn't do anything about him.

It was almost time to air. Andy was flipping through his notes when the royal family came in last. Daniel wore a navy blue suit and a maroon tie, a shiny crown tassel chain brooch pin made of rhinestone dangled from his coat.

He looked classy and calm. "Good evening, gentlemen,"

A chorus of "Majesty" and bowing fell over him.

"A little bit of a heads-up; I'll be giving one brief announcement then I'll be introducing Andy. This shall be a nice change in the show, instead of always introducing me!"

The prince chuckled and they followed. "I know some of you are a bit nervous, but please don't be. Just be yourselves. The country wants to know you all,"

Daniel and Seongwu's eyes met a few times as the former spoke, but not long enough for Seongwu to hold and get a read of him.

He didn't seem to notice the tux, my poor butlers would be so down.

Prince Daniel walked over the podium, temporarily placed at the center, then he turned back and made a pumping fist. He muttered, fighting! over his shoulder.

/*/*/*

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen of One Country of Korea," The lights shone on the Prince's dashing face.

Showtime!

"I know that tonight is another thrilling chance for the country - and the world - to hear from the twenty-one remaining gentlemen of the Confrontare. Indeed, I am as well excited for you to meet them. But before we get to that, I'd like to announce a new project I am working on that is of great importance to me.

Encountering such amazing, dedicated lads, I've been exposed to the world outside the walls of the palace. A world that I rarely get to see. I've been told of its remarkable goodness and unimaginable darkness.

Through speaking with these gentlemen, I have been woken to the suffering of the lower listings, and I intend to do something about it."

Woah, what? Seongwu locked his eyes at Daniel.

"Three months from now, there will be public assistance for food in Provincial Offices. Any E-list, F-list, and beyond can redeem their free share of nutritional meals every evening. Keep in mind that we have here brave men who underwent the same hungry, sleepless nights. And while it cannot last forever, we will exert our best to keep it running.

I feel that no good leader can stand and watch his people starve. The masses are mostly composed of the lower listings and we have neglected them long enough. That is why, I am asking you, D's, C's, and B's, to extend your privileges to those who are deprived. Your food doesn't grow themselves, and your houses aren't magically clean in a wink.

We are interdependent with one another and here is the time to acknowledge that fact by donating to your local Provincial Offices."

Somehow, Seongwu felt as if that speech was for him. And he deeply appreciated what Daniel has done.

So this was the reason why I couldn't see even his shadow in the mansion.

A teary smile leaked out from his eyes.

"I shall give more updates as this project progresses, but for now, I am humbly seeking your cooperation. Thank you all for your attention, and now let's get back to the real reason you have tuned in. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Andy Chu!"

Chapter 37 Chapter Text

19:15

"People of One Country of Korea, do we have a treat for you!"

A smattering of applause in the room emerged, whistling to Andy Chu's entrance. Seongwu disagreed with the mixture of reactions from earlier, but all the more, he thought Daniel was great.

"This evening, we will be getting an inside scoop from each of these stunning gentlemen," Andy Chu sang.

"And I know how you've all been dying to meet them and hear how things are coming with their challenges. So tonight... we will be chatting intimately with them! Let's get started with"- He gave a glance on his queue card - "Mr. Park Jihoon of the B-list!"

Jihoon strode from his front-row seat, rather smugly. He didn't break contact with the camera, doing a sudden wink before shaking hands with the host.

His interview was rather predictable, so as Daehwi's. They were both aiming for the 'nation's flower boy' image. It looked forced and excessive, for Seongwu. There was a time when Daehwi attempted to send 'love' gestures to the audience and he ends up cringing himself.

The notorious duo at the back had to look away as their fingers curled from the second-hand embarrassment.

Others' turn was more composed. Guanlin, being the youngest of the pack, spoke softly and seemed to fold in on himself as their interview progressed. Minhyun was maturely cool, as well as Youngmin. Sungwoon was a natural talker, it appeared as if he was Andy's co-host, being the life of the show and all.

Andy asked assorted questions but it all came down to the curiosity of: How was Prince Daniel during their first challenges? and Was he the one who defied curfew?

Everyone was proud to admit that they weren't the culprit. As for Seongwu, he's not looking forward to facing the nation and broadcasting that he owes the future king his head but still have guts to lock horns with him.

Then the gentlemen were asked their thoughts on Daniel, wherein they said he was nice, contrary to what he appears to be.

That was almost always the word: nice.

Jihoon claimed that Daniel was his role-model. Samuel accidentally said he was scared of Daniel sometimes, which Seongwu find funny.

If only this kid saw how the prince panicked seeing crying men, HA! Hilarious.

"I trust you are not that good with making friends?" Andy turned to Daniel, shocked.

"No! no, I'm trying my best! Perhaps, I just look rather intimidating with these shoulders," He replied jokingly but seemed to squirm in his seat. Seongwu pondered if Daniel actually felt burdened by his reputation.

Jaehwan has just concluded by saying he will train even more in order to triumph someday, then Andy called Seongwu. Applause eroded from the set, as everyone did for the others.

Seongwu forced his Jell-O legs as he walked over, but once he shook hands with the host and sat with a microphone in hand, it was easy to see past Andy's shoulder and look at Daniel.

He gave Seongwu a double-thumbs up and a smile immediately crossed his face. The latter instantly felt calmer.

He didn't have to win anyone over.

"Ong Seongwu. What an interesting family name you have, so tell me, are you imported blood?" Andy asked. Seongwu sighed in relief. This was an easy one.

"I'm proud to say that I am a pureblood of this country, it's just that my father was born in an exotic family and I had the honor to inherit the exotic name. Whenever I introduce myself, I would have to be clear that it's not Gong, it's Ong. It's not Hong, it's Ong."

"Oh, that seems troublesome, don't you think?"

"Well, they would still be, 'Ah, Gong Seongwu' or 'Hong Seongwu' anyway. And I will have to allow them to call me by the first-name basis."

"Then you would happen to earn a free pass, do you?"

"Not most of the time, per se." Andy was hooked.

"So, considering these circumstances of yours, do you often lose your head? Quite a temper?" Daniel was covering his mouth with his hand, laughing. Seongwu caught him.

"Sometimes,"

"Now that I think about it, weren't you the one who has a close connection with Prince Daniel? You were the one who defied curfew and argued with, am I right?"

Dead. I'm so DEAD. I thought he'd forgotten me for good... Seongwu winced, feeling sour. He nodded.

"Yes, it was me. Though it happened separately, and right now my mom would be having a heart attack."

All of a sudden, Daniel called out to Andy. "Get him to tell the whole story!"

"Oh! What's the whole story?" Seongwu tried to send glares to Daniel but was overpowered by the latter's vengeful sneering.

"Um, I went out late for a little bit... to stroll. Then, Prince Daniel came by the balcony by the garden so I hid out of reflex. After he left, I ran inside, just to be blocked by the guards. They manhandled me, thinking I was a rebel in nightwear, but I called to the prince and my neck was pardoned."

"Aw," Andy breathed, his upper body slouching a bit.

"Basically, I was released by the person I avert and I still have guts to try to embarrass him."

"Oh, is that why you present us such intriguing comments last time we talked?"

"Yes, I was hoping I could get back to His Highness. Unfortunately, I have always accused him of being stern and conceited."

"And had he proved you wrong now?" Andy asked with a slightly sober tone.

"Eh, I think," Seongwu shrugged, pouting lightheartedly.

"Well, since you two seemed to be all friendly now, how were your challenges with him?"

Just then, it hit Seongwu. He realized that he never called out Daniel to a challenge first. Nor had he ever challenged the prince. They will just often visit each other and talk. But nothing close to a duel or battle.

Maybe, Seongwu thought, the reason why I hadn't seen him so often, unlike the others was that he was busy seeing those who wanted to face him, those who are actually competing.

"Never friendly; he'd mercilessly beat me to it. When I first lost with our gamble, he dragged me around the garden to inspect the landscaping." He lied.

"I'd take that the garden is your sweet spot in the mansion?"

"Maybe, but the food is marvelous, so..."

Andy laughed again. "You're from the E's, right? Don't you think this state of yours would hurt your chances to become Prime?"

The word sprang from Seongwu's lips without thinking.

"No!"

"Wow, such spirit! Are you saying you can beat the others? Make it till the end?"

Seongwu tried to collect himself again. "No, no. It's not like that. I think, there are many hardworking men with me and they all deserve to win. Plus, I don't think Daniel would discount someone just because of their social listing."

A collective gasp was heard. That's when Seongwu did a run-through of his statement and realized.

Shit. I called him Daniel.

To call him that between Sungwoon and him or with Minhyun was different, addressing him without 'Prince' in front of the public was utterly informal. In front of the King and Queen.

And he said it on national television. And some parts of the world witnessed it as well.

Seongwu searched for Daniel, afraid he might be furious with it... But he wasn't. Instead, he was smiling calmly. It was good that he didn't anger the royal guillotine this time again, but Seongwu was so embarrassed, he couldn't look straight at Daniel.

He had to control his fierce ear-blushing.

"Ah, I see, you are closer with the prince than I expected. Tell me, what do you think of Daniel?"

The original plan was to expose silly things about the prince - his childish reaction asking someone to be his friend, the pet name he wanted his wife to call him, or his confusion with men who cry - get back to comedy and laugh at his face. He even rehearsed questions with Stell beforehand.

However, as Seongwu lifted his eyes to reply, he saw Daniel's face.

He really wanted to know.

And Seongwu couldn't poke fun at him. Now that he actually started thinking that the prince is his friend. Seongwu couldn't possibly ridicule the person who understood the mistake of him entering the contest and let him stay, fed his family a box of sweets, and ran to him immediately worried that his letter was a distress call.

Of all things, the prince deserves a genuine answer.

"Kang Daniel is the personification of fairness. He's all things good and I think he would make an exceptional king," Seongwu smiled.

"He lets commoners who are supposedly draped in suits, wear pajamas on Saturdays and is willing to reach out to you first despite misjudging him. And it just makes me an unworthy opponent for him."

Seongwu gave a keen look at Andy. The host smiled.

"Whoever he marries will be lucky, and whatever happens to me, Prime or not, I would gladly serve His Majesty."

Seongwu saw Daniel swallow.

"Sir Ong Seongwu, thank you very much." Andy shook Seongwu's hand once again, the crowd on set applauded as Seongwu bowed for the last time and returned to his seat.

"Up next, we have Yoon Jisung!"

After that interview, Seongwu could never bring himself to look at Daniel for the rest of the show. He replayed everything he said in his head, unable to digest the succeeding challengers' interview after his.

Chapter 38 Chapter Text

22:00

A knock came outside Seongwu's room around ten. He flung it open, and Daniel let out a sigh of dismay.

"You really ought to have a butler here with you at night."

"Daniel! I-uh-I apologize," Seongwu sheepishly reached for his nape, looking at the floor.

"I made a mistake, calling you that in front of everyone. I was careless."

"Hey, do you think I'm mad at you?" Daniel asked, treating himself in and shutting the door.

"Hyung, you call me by my name every so often, I expected it would slip out. But then, I do wish to hear that in a more private setting," he said with a sly smirk.

"Still, I don't hold that against you at all."

"Really?"

"By all means, really."

Seongwu plopped on his bed. "UGH! I am so mortified by myself. I feel like the nation's idiot. I can't believe you actually made me tell that story!"

"That was the best part of the whole night!" Daniel chuckled, as Seongwu flew a pillow across the room, unto the prince's face. But Daniel caught it before he could dodge.

"Mom and dad were so absorbed, said that men in the king's prime weren't anything like that. They were more like either Minhyun or Guanlin."

Ah, yes. He seemed to know Minhyun well, I see. Seongwu thought.

"Yet, here you are - "

"The Royal Jester of the Kang family, of course?"

"You had the balls to argue with me... they couldn't get over that." Daniel pointed his finger at Seongwu, still giggling.

Great, now the Royal family officially sees me as a clown. Seongwu ended up walking to his small balcony, and Daniel followed.

There was a small, warm breeze blowing the scent of a thousand flowers from the garden toward the two. A purple lilac scent passed, as the full moon shone down on them, adding lights around the palace, and giving a mysterious glow on Seongwu's face.

"I'm glad you're very amused," Seongwu said, leaning his body towards the railing.

Daniel hopped up and sat on the marble railing, looking relaxed. "You're always amusing. Get used to it."

Heh, was that supposed to be a compliment?

"So... about what you said...," Daniel prompted with a fading voice. " The part about me being all things good..."

"Yeah? What about it?" As Seongwu thinks about it, it was enough to trigger his cringe-y memory all over again. His fingers curbed tightly as he endures the embarrassing flashback.

"I appreciate you trying to make things more authentic but, you didn't have to go that far."

"Daniel, that wasn't for the sake of the show," Seongwu said, his head snapping up. How on earth could he think that way?

"If you had asked me months ago what my honest opinion about you was, it won't be the same. Because now, I know you and I know the truth." he turned to Daniel.

"And you are everything I said you were, and more."

The prince was quiet, a small smile curving on his face. "Thanks,"

"Anytime."

"They'll be lucky too,"

"Who?"

"The person you'll be with in the future," Daniel said, clearing his throat. Seongwu had to laugh.

There was no such thing in his mind so far at all.

"Bloody hell, who would fancy an exploding jack-in-a-box like me?"

"Well, it could be anyone. People would have seen you on TV by now and would have fallen for your charms. Though in my opinion, you're still much too good for the dog,"

Daniel spoke as if he was bored, and discouraged at the same time. As if he'd seen things like this happen a million times. Seongwu could only sneer quietly.

"Speaking of which!" The younger said a bit louder, his face shifting from boredom to alarmed.

"If you really don't want me to be distracted when looking for Prime, you're going to have to stop looking so attractive. First thing in the morning, I shall see to it that your butlers sew some potato sacks together for you."

Seongwu had to hit his arm. "Whew, that was a lousy punch, mom."

"Shut up, Daniel."

"I'm not kidding! You're too enchanting for your own good. Once you leave, we'll have to send some of the guards with you since it appears that you won't survive on your own,"

He shook his head with mock pity. "poor thing."

"What can I say? One can never help being born into perfection."

"No, I don't suppose you can help it."

Seongwu giggled. At that moment, he didn't seem to notice that Daniel wasn't laughing, he didn't seem to think it was funny.

The older stared out at the garden and saw, from the corner of his eye that Daniel was looking at him. His face, incredibly close to Seongwu's. When he turned to ask what was Daniel's deal, Seongwu was surprised to see his face, their lips just inches away.

He was even more surprised when Daniel actually kissed him.

Seongwu pulled back quickly, taking a step. Daniel stepped back as well.

"Sorry,"

"W-What the? What were you thinking?" Seongwu asked in a shocked whisper.

"Sorry," he mumbled, blushing redder than the first. Daniel turned away, embarrassed.

"Why did you do that?" Seongwu put a hand over his mouth.

"It's just... with what you said earlier, and then seeking me out the other day... just the way you treat me... I have never experienced such a thing before. Whenever I'm with you, I never felt so peaceful, that it was okay to forget who I am and everything. Because I found home in you."

Daniel paused, and swallowed the lump in his throat. "And I like you, Seongwu Hyung. I thought you could tell."

The prince examined Seongwu's stunned face.

"And... Oh, was it terrible? I'm so sorry. I've never kissed anyone before." Seongwu tried to wipe whatever expression he had off his face. It terrified the wits out of the kid.

"I don't know what I'm doing. I'm just... Forgive me, Seongwu Hyung."

Daniel breathed a heavy sigh, running his hand through his hair a few times, and leaning against the railing.

Unexpectedly, a warmth filled Seongwu.

Confused, but he felt the butterflies at the fleeting touch their lips. It was too sudden, he didn't seem to catch on.

He thought about the Daniel he knew - the man born with compliments and riches, the man prepared to give Seongwu the winnings of a bet he lost, the man who made him stay despite not offering any challenges to him at all - and discovered that Seongwu didn't mind all that.

Then, what are you holding back yourself for?

Seongwu received a direct hit. Nothing, nothing but my ill feelings toward the way my country treated people like me.

And Daniel isn't one of them.

Seongwu stepped in front of Daniel, rubbing his hand in a circular motion on the latter's forehead.

"Okay, what is this?"

"Quiet, I'm erasing that memory. You ruined that first kiss, we need to do better."

"Hyung, I don't think non-scientific people can alter memories," Seongwu placed his hands away, propping himself beside Daniel. All the same, his tone sounded hopeful.

"Who said? Did the King make a proclamation?" Daniel didn't argue nor move... but he did smile.

"I guess not,"

A cautious face of confidence slowly crept unto him as he stares at Seongwu's eyes. They stayed like that for a moment, before Seongwu could pick up where they left off.

"Where were we? Ah, yes... One can never help being born into perfection," Seongwu whispered.

Daniel came closer, wrapping an arm around Seongwu's waist so that there will be no backsies. The former's nose tickled the latter. He ran his fingers across Seongwu's cheek tenderly, as if he's afraid that his lover would break.

"No, I don't suppose you can," Daniel breathed.

With his hand holding Seongwu's face toward him, Daniel lowered his lips to Seongwu's and gave the latter the faintest whisper of a kiss.

Without a word, Seongwu could understand how excited Daniel was to have this moment and frightened as well. Something about its modesty made it feel even more beautiful.

But deeper than that, he sensed that Daniel adored him.

Chapter 39 Chapter Text

22:55

"Hey,"

"Hmm?"

"You'll see me tomorrow, right?" Daniel had to bend his head back to muster a laugh. He was about to leave Seongwu's room since midnight will be around the corner.

But seeing as to how Seongwu clung unto Daniel's coat right before he could step out, the latter almost changed his mind.

Well, if he'd be given a choice, he'd like to spend the night there.

"Then, you better start challenging me, my dear," Seongwu's blood shot up to his whole face, as Daniel traced a finger on his cheeks, wearing that sly, sly smile on his face.

The prince noticed how red of a tomato Seongwu's face had become. He thought he was adorable.

"ARGH! Off you go!"

"One more thing... is that dirt on your shoe-" As Seongwu attempted to look down, Daniel managed to steal a kiss on his forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Hyung."

The older was stupefied. His mouth was agape, completely shocked by what just the prince did. Seongwu put a hand on his forehead while staring at Daniel.

"... Yeah, good night."

Wearing a triumphant smile on his face, Daniel waved and jogged away from Seongwu's room, feeling all ticklish and electrified at the same time. Seongwu watched as the prince's back dimmed in the halls. He smiled, dreamily.

You troublesome kid... how am I supposed to sleep if my mind will be full of you?

/*/*/*

7:00

The next day, Seongwu dared not to tell anyone what happened. Something about that kiss made him special.

And it was a secret he's more than willing to keep for himself.

"Seongwu?"

"Morning Minhyun,"

"You seem delighted, any good news?" That's when Seongwu realized he was smiling like an idiot until they reached the Dining Hall.

Stop being so transparent! Seongwu slapped both of his cheeks.

Everyone had to look at Seongwu before he could even take his seat in peace. Of course, the sound of his cheek-slapping bounced in every corner of the Hall. He sunk in his seat, head down.

He wasn't sure which was more embarrassing: the redness of his face after slapping it or the alarmed attention he garnered after doing so.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Prince Daniel came rushing to the Dining Hall, as everyone stood in his presence. "Take your seat. I hope I did not miss anything?"

"None, sir." Butler Han replied.

Daniel nodded once as he fixed the table napkin on his lap. He glanced at the challengers, a wide-grin on his face. Then he spotted Seongwu. The latter caught his eyes and returned a small smile. The prince then, cleared his throat, looking away. Seongwu focused down on his plate.

Both were fighting not to blush.

"Bon Appetit, everyone."

When breakfast was served, Seongwu was trying to send telekinesis signals to Daniel, as the prince indulges in his waffles. He was so concentrated to catch Daniel's eyes, so then he could tug his ear, that he didn't notice Minhyun was elbowing him.

Just when Seongwu was about to lift a tiny piece of syrup-dripping waffle toward his mouth, Minhyun beat him to it.

"Hey,"

Now he had Seongwu's attention. Minhyun's face was close enough, just below Seongwu's and he could clearly see the latter's startled expression.

"H-Hey..."

Minhyun made a cold glance towards the prince's way, as he chows Seongwu's waffle in his mouth.

"Mind if I talk to you later?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

"Meet me out of the halls." At last, Minhyun sat upright, finishing up his own meal.

Seongwu on the other hand, sadly glanced at Daniel, right when they finally reached each other's sight. The prince tried tugging his ear, but Seongwu frowned, his shoulders sagging.

He did not tug back.

/*/*/*

8:00

Seongwu went back to his room first, just to be bombarded by his two butlers - Sam and Stell.

"So?" Stell was smiling mischievously, as both him and Sam close in on Seongwu. The latter had to step back from the horror.

"How did it go, sir?"

"W-What?"

"All right, that's enough," Right when Seongwu needed him, his dark knight Sol had pulled the two butlers away from Seongwu, allowing him to retrieve his personal space and his composure.

"You know better than to invade Sir Seongwu's privacy, Sam, Stell."

Seongwu sighed, he looked with such relieved expression at Sol. Thanks for saving me there, Sol. I owe you one.

Sol smiled in return and bowed slightly. Anytime, sir.

"No need to be secretive, sir. We saw everything!"

"You what?"

Stell's eyes were sparkling with intrigue. Sam shoved him away and stared at Seongwu. "His Majesty went into your room last night."

Seongwu felt another blood rush on his ears. In his opinion, he had too much blood pumping his body for today. He broke contact with Sam, his hands covering his whole face. The embarrassment was out of control.

"Now, now, you girls. Stop that and leave poor Seongwu alone," Sol reprimanded, but a devious smile curved up his face.

"Just ask him another day, not now. I believe he has another man waiting for him."

Despite the listing system, Sol was a year older than Seongwu and the latter had always treated him as his older brother. Pleased by Seongwu's demeanor, he started looking out for Seongwu like his real brother. And he knew what that smoking red face Seongwu had meant.

"Come now, we have errands!" The oldest butler collected his colleagues, pushing them outside the door. Before he can leave Seongwu, Sol paused to look at him.

"Don't get too flustered, sir. Your emotions are all over the place," Butler Sol bowed with a gentle smile. "Well then, Goodluck."

Then the door to Seongwu's door shut.

/*/*/*

8:15

Above anything, this was a time when Seongwu felt most uncertain. He already patched things 'subtly' with Minhyun, as far as he remembered, but perhaps it might have presumed it. The distance he's growing from Minhyun felt like cold war instead.

And now, he's talking to Minhyun one on one.

Seongwu checked the halls for any ears or eyes watching, it was empty. Except for a tall figure leaning on a door.

Minhyun.

"Took you long enough, bro."

"Sorry, my butlers kind of preoccupied me a bit." Seongwu tried to brush away the awkwardness. "So, how are things Minhyun bro?"

Minhyun stared at Seongwu. His eyes were gray and icy, it was piercing through Seongwu's eyes. The latter's forehead wrinkled.

"Yo,"

Finally, Minhyun closed his eyes and sighed, as if he just received a pink slip. "Have you read D&C's letter?"

Oh god, not this.

Seongwu tried to search for an excuse. "Er, no."

Tough luck, though.

"I knew you wouldn't, you're bound to keep it on your drawer."

"Did you just-"

"That's just how you keep your admirers' letters when you reject them back in middle school."

Minhyun stared far away at the window. Seongwu was surprised that his best friend can even recall that detail. "Right,"

"Anyways, that's why I called you here. Seongwu, it's about time you stop running away. The Treehouse has set the day when they will invade the mansion and they need us to coordinate with them."

"What if I don't want to do it?" Seongwu answered.

"What?"

"What if I don't want to help the revolution anymore?" Seongwu's voice was shaking. Shouting was the last thing he should do when talking about the Treehouse inside the mansion. But he was so full of it.

He was sick of everyone telling him where to go, what to do, and what to become. He was tired of being a pushover, of being dragged around.

"Can't we just make reforms, compromise, and talk to the Prin -"

"Seongwu," Minhyun pinched the end of Seongwu's sleeve. All of a sudden, the unfazed, straight face that Minhyun was wearing, vanished. He looked disheartened. As if Seongwu just broke the news that he was dreading to hear from him.

"Have you taken a liking on the Prince?"

Seongwu froze. He was tongue-tied up. He absolutely, always been true to the Bro Code. Lying to Minhyun was not an option. They'd known each for a long time now, even though he'd try, he's like a see-through glass.

Back then, he'll follow the orders of the Treehouse blindly - no questions, no hesitation. But now, it's different. Daniel is in danger and he won't risk the prince's life above anything. Not his relation to the Treehouse. Not even Minhyun.

"I'm sorry."

He removed Minhyun's hand on his sleeve. "But I seriously can't."

"Ong Seongwu! I'm not allowing you to abandon us!"

"Just go, Minhyun. Leave me."

As Seongwu marched away from Minhyun, not sparing him a single glance, he tried to swallow all of the grief forming in. Declining an order from the Treehouse meant resignation and betrayal. If he refused in front of a ranked member, it means he has to leave the union.

When one resigns, he can never contact a member of the Treehouse again. Thus, a 15-year friendship with Minhyun will fade into dust.

It's all right, Seongwu... It's all right... Everything's going to be fine -

Suddenly, a strong grip on his arm made him turn.

His tears were blurring his eyesight, overcoming his best to make a vision out of his face. Minhyun seemed to be yelling something, but the only thing that his ears register was a flat line.

"W-What?"

"You can't leave Seongwu, can't you see? I-I'm in love with you...!"

Chapter 40 Chapter Text

8:21

Move. Come on! It took five seconds before Minhyun's feet could come running after Seongwu.

He grabbed his best friend's arm. And he saw Seongwu was crying.

There was twisted pain in his chest. He hated seeing him so vulnerable and crying. All his life, he watched over Seongwu and swore he'll fight beside him. Yet it seems like he just put his dearest friend in a spot where he tries to shield him from.

Damn it, Minhyun!

"Seongwu, please! I can't watch to see you go. You're not just my best friend. You're more than just my best friend. And it pains me to know that you're falling for that bloody Prince!"

"W-What?"

"You can't leave Seongwu, can't you see? I-I'm in love with you...!"

The empty halls sounded like an arena of his voice. They never felt more alone by themselves. Seongwu was stunned, and his tears seemed to stop from falling. They stayed silent, looking at each other. Until Minhyun bowed his head and slowly released Seongwu.

"I don't know when, and how but all those years perhaps... it has always been there. Something I couldn't really put into words because just a word is too lame in comparison to everything. It took me a while to be here, but yeah, I love you Seongwu."

"Min,"

"If you ever need me, just... knock on my door."

Without waiting for Seongwu's response, Minhyun went on his way. From then on, Seongwu and Minhyun knew that things between them would never be the same again.

/*/*/*

It was Samuel's birthday in a week. That was the news floating around the Men's Common Room.

As a tradition, that day would be a challenge-free day and all the gentlemen are to celebrate a challenger's birthday. It was also a privilege provided by joining the Confrontare.

Seongwu guessed that Daniel was already aware of the occasion, and knowing his nature, the prince would not miss the opportunity to give something for the B-list kid.

Thursday came and it was a mad rush for butlers coming out and inside rooms. Since it was Samuel's Coming-of-Age Ceremony, the gentlemen were busy requesting for something grand to wear. Turns out for Seongwu, gifts were not a requirement but he figured he'd give something else to Samuel.

He donned one of his favorite day suits and grabbed his camera on his way. Seongwu crept to the Common Room, and saw how it was aesthetically decorated.

Special vases hung on the wall, displaying huge arrangements of yellow and white flowers. Windows, walls, and pretty much everything that didn't move are draped in garlands. Bright linens covered the tables, the chairs were tied with ornate bows at their back.

In a corner, a three-layered cake matched the theme, waiting to be sliced. Next to it, a small table held few gifts for the birthday boy. A photographer wandered the room, captivating the event for the public eye, and making Seongwu's effort to bring his camera meaningless.

But still, he was glad that the mood of the room was rather playful. The challengers were smiling and seems to be having a good time. They were socializing with one another, except for Jihoon who sat by the couch, clutching a crystal glass of red liquid.

Seongwu hung his camera on his neck and went to Sungwoon. "Hi Sungwoon hyung, this place is something, isn't it?"

"It sure is," He clasped the younger one's hand and embraced him.

"I heard Prince Daniel would be dropping by later to wish Samuel a happy birthday in person. Such a kind boy. I bet he'll be bringing him a present."

Yeah, he's just TOO kind for his own good... Seongwu rolled his eyes.

They spoke a little of nothings for a few minutes, until they heard a clamor at the front end of the room. Sungwoon and Seongwu both turned. While the rest of the room remained silent, Seongwu felt rather deflated.

Samuel's attire was strategic. While everyone was wearing their daily suits, he, however, went for the elegant all-white tuxedo. His hair was done in a messy way, like he just came out of the shower. His jacket has golden, shining pattern details on both shoulders, and two buttons of his shirt were undone.

"Woah, he looks so handsome," Sungwoon commented wistfully.

"Better than handsome,"

Even though Seongwu wasn't entirely sure, he felt a pang of jealousy. None of them could have a similar spotlight like that. No matter what party or event come after this, it would be pathetic to try copying Samuel.

On the other hand, Seongwu had a glimpse of Jihoon, his vacant hand balled into a fist.

"Happy birthday, Sammy!" Sungwoon shook Samuel's hand and embraced him.

"Thank you, Sungwoon!" The birthday boy grinned merrily.

"Wow, you're turning 20 now, huh."

"Yes, I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate. I'm so glad they're taking pictures, my mom would cry from joy." Samuel caught the camera on Seongwu's neck.

"Seongwu, you take pictures?"

"Uh, basically, a rare living and rare hobby for an E-list." Seongwu said, coyly. Before Samuel could even reply, a certain someone butted in the conversation.

"This is impressive, Samuel."

"Really Jihoon? Thank y-"

"I remember my birthday last year. I had a pastel themed party, any dull and neon color and you weren't even allowed at the door." Jihoon remarked, making a circular motion on his glass.

"Wow." Sungwoon whispered, kind of sarcastic and kind of envious at some point.

"It was fantastic. Gourmet food, dramatic lighting, and the music! Well, we had BoA. You know her?"

"I'm a fan! She's one of the best singer of our time!" Sungwoon answered with excitement.

"Ms. BoA is a dear family friend. She came to my party and did a concert there. We had world-class photographers documenting that moment for us, unlike amateur, trying-hard E's out there."

Sungwoon gave Seongwu a swift sideway glance, feeling kind of embarrassed for latter.

"Oh, you're an E, right?" Jihoon suddenly putting up a fake, surprised face. "My bad, I forgot. I mean, no offense."

Once again, Seongwu was tempted to punch him... Better not to push it, he thought.

"Non taken," He tried to reply with a composed smile. "Exactly what do you do as a B-list, Jihoon? Never heard of your music before."

"I model, haven't you seen my ads?"

"Can't say I have,"

"That's what I expect from an E. Not like you can afford magazines, anyway." It hurt Seongwu because it was true. Seoyu would roam around stores, staring at those. But they never buy one, since they have no use of it.

Samuel tried to regain his role as the host again, switching directions.

"You know what, Seongwu, you should take a picture of me so I can have a personal souvenir." Seongwu's face lit up a bit.

"I'd gladly do so,"

"What else do you do besides photography?"

Seongwu thought hard. "Um, I play the piano."

"Woah, you should play for us sometime." Samuel said. Probably because it was atypical for a lower-lister to play an instrument. Well, Seongwu owes that talent to the Treehouse.

"Actually, how about I play for you now? As a birthday present along the self-portrait I promised?"

"Would you mind?" Seongwu smiled and shook his head. He scanned the room to where the Grand Piano was waiting.

"Everyone! Seongwu would play the piano for us, come and listen!"

When Samuel successfully earned everyone's attention, the gentlemen gathered in a U near the Grand Piano. The string quartet was faded into silence, as they peeved way for Seongwu's on-the-spot recital.

As Seongwu settled down, he took a deep breath and looked at Samuel. "For you,"

His fingers hovered over the keys, creating wonderful music that sailed inside the room. For a moment, there was no brat Jihoon, no Confrontare, no rebes trying to invade, and no love triangle for Seongwu. The gift that was meant to be something for Samue, became something for Seongwu.

He almost forgot that music was his safe haven. Where he never felt worthless or worried.

Seongwu glanced again at Samuel, checking if he was enjoying his present. But he couldn't see his face.

Behind the crowd of men, Daniel walked in. He was wearing a bright blue suit with a box under his arm for Samuel.

The room was applauding, but he couldn't register the sound. All he saw was Daniel wearing a handsome, awestruck expression, which slowly turned into a smile.

A smile only for Seongwu.

"Your Majesty," Seongwu stood. The other gents clambered to face and honor Daniel's presence. Amidst this, a shocked gasp was heard.

"Oh, no! Samuel, I'm so sorry."

A few of the people have their mouths ajar, and when Samuel took a turn in Seongwu's way, the latter saw why.

His majestic tuxedo was stained down the front from Jihoon's punch. It looked like Samuel has been stabbed.

"I'm sorry, I just turned too fast. I didn't mean to, Samuel. Let me help you-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME."

Suppressing every last drop of tear and a possible jab he might swing, Samuel closed his eyes and stomped away hurriedly, which ended the party. To his credit Daniel ran after Samuel, though Seongwu wished he could just stayed.

Jihoon was pleading to everyone who could listen, Jaehwan was nodding as he claimed witness for the former's actions. Jihoon's tone earlier might appear sincere, but Seongwu could see right through it.

"Somebody should do something about her," Sungwoon put his hand on Seongwu's shoulder.

He drove a meek, quiet-natured Sewoon to violence, attempted to take off Seonwu's tuxedo from him, and even sabotaged Samuel's most important day in the mansion.

If Jihoon managed to pull those cruel stunts off, then Seongwu believed that he was too much for the Confrontare.

Its time to exorcise the evil spirit within this Mansion...

Chapter 41 Chapter Text

17:36

"I swear Daniel, it wasn't an accident!"

Seongwu and Daniel were in the garden again, trying to pass the time before the Confrontare Report. It took Seongwu a whole day to get a chance to speak with the prince.

"But, I felt his chagrin and he was repeatedly asking for forgiveness," Daniel countered.

"How could it not be an accident?"

Seongwu sighed. "I'm telling you. I see Jihoon every day and that was his sneaky way of wrecking Samuel's moment in the spotlight. Daniel, he's too ruthless."

"Well, if he was trying to catch my attention away from Samuel, he failed. I spent nearly an hour looking after the kid, getting to know him. Rather pleasant time I had, too."

Seongwu didn't ask nor want to hear any of that. He knew there was something small and vague between them, and Seongwu cannot fathom to do anything that might change it. Not until Seongwu was sure of it himself.

"Then what about Sewoon,"

"Who?"

"Jung Sewoon? He punched Jihoon and you evicted him in a snap, remember?" Seongwu glared at Daniel.

"I know Sewoon had been provoked to do that,"

"Did you hear his conversation with Jihoon?" The prince asked in a skeptical tone.

"Well... I did not. But I knew Sewoon, and I know Jihoon as well. Sewoon is not the type to head straight to physicality. He must have been told something heartless for Sewoon to have reacted that way."

"Seongwu," Daniel gently approached Seongwu, seeking to get through the latter's emotions.

"I'm aware that you had spent more time with the gentlemen than I do, but how well do you really know them? You weren't exactly sociable at first glance, and you have a bit of an attitude. I daresay you threw a fit at me every time you get an opportunity before you even know me."

Seongwu thought that Daniel was probably right. He did misjudge the prince, but that doesn't mean he'll be backing down.

"That's not fair. I told you Sungwoon would be of good company, and I was right, wasn't I? Don't you think he was nice?"

Daniel made a face. "Yes... he is nice, I suppose."

"Then why won't you believe me when I say that Jihoon had calculated that move?"

"Hyung, it's not that I think you're lying. I'm sure that, to you, it seemed to be that way. Yet, Jihoon was sorry. And he's nothing but gracious with me."

"Oh, I wonder why," Seongwu muttered under his breath. That good-for-nothing ass-kisser!

"That's enough," Daniel sighed soundly. "I don't want to talk about this subject."

"He tried to take my tux, Daniel!" Seongwu complained.

"I said, I had enough of this talk," he said rather fiercely.

That was all Seongwu could take. He huffed and attempted to grab Daniel's collar just to drop them down into a fist. He was fuming and he wanted to scream.

"If that's how you want to treat me today, then I'm going to have to find someone who does want my company."

Daniel walked off. "Hey!"

"No!" Before he could even go far, he turned back and spoke more forcefully at Seongwu, his eyes were burning, and his voice raised in a threatening level.

"You forget your place, Sir Seongwu. It would do you well to remember that I am the Crowned Prince of the One Country of Korea. I am the lord and master of this country, and I'll be damned if you think I would allow you to treat me like this in my own home. You may not agree with my every decision, but you will adhere to them."

Daniel stormed away, not sparing a glance to see that there were tears in Seongwu's eyes.

/*/*/*

18:00

Seongwu managed to clear through dinner, but being on-air during The Confrontare Report was a completely more difficult level.

He caught Daniel staring at him twice and at both times, the prince tugged his ear. Though, Seongwu didn't return the action. After being scolded and being placed back to his position, he had no spirit to receive some more. He needs none of that right now.

After the telecast, Seongwu crashed to his bedroom, still upset with Daniel that he couldn't think clearly.

Ugh, why won't he listen to me? Did he think I was framing up Jihoon?

Even worse, does he think that JIhoon is above lying?

Seongwu flipped his head on each side of his pillow. He kept thinking maybe Daniel is just a typical guy, and Jihoon is a pretty boy, and at the end that would be won out.

For all those talks of having a confidante, and telling Seongwu he likes him, maybe he just wanted to play around and collect Seongwu as one of his trophies.

If that's the kind of person he is, why was I even bothering with this? -

"ARGHHH! Stupid, stupid, STUPID! I kissed that bloody damn! And for what, huh? Son of a -"

A loud knock was heard. Seongwu sat up abruptly, feeling a rush of late chills all over his body. His heart thumped as if he was expecting somebody to come.

He hadn't had the chance to reply, the visitor walked in. Suddenly, all of Seongwu's rage melted into a strange uncertainty. The face of his guest shone in the lamplight, looking at him with such tender expression.

"Hi, Seongwu,"

"Minhyun,"

"Listen, so, I thought you'd be too busy to check in with me," Seongwu watched as his best friend falters before him. Which is not the way he acts usually. "I figured, I'll be the one to drop by,"

Minhyun caught a glimpse on Seongwu's face. He looks sad, exhausted, and bothered all the same. "Hey, what happened to you?"

"Nothing," Seongwu shook his head with a weak smile.

"Oh yeah, I thought I'd return this," From Minhyun's back, he revealed Seongwu's camera that he remembered he placed on top of a cocktail table before he played the piano for Samuel's birthday. Seongwu reached for his camera, a bit shocked that his friend has it all this time.

"Thanks, Min, I can't afford another one should I lost this one."

"Also, I got you this." To Seongwu's surprise, what Minhyun pulled out was a polaroid from his jacket's inner pocket.

It was a picture of him playing the piano yesterday.

"Thought you should see how amazing you look when you make music."

"Wow, this is-"

"Seongwu," As he was clutching his portrait, Minhyun tried to lift Seongwu's chin. They met each other's eyes. One was angry and tired, the other determined and longing. Despite Minhyun's intense gaze, he felt his insides tremble. Seongwu shivered from that unfamiliar gaze.

"Do you love him?"

For a split second, Seongwu hesitated. He didn't know what to say.

"No."

The last thing Seongwu knew, there was a soft, relieved smile on Minhyun's face before the latter pulled him into a kiss. He should had protested but he didn't. Minhyun kissed him feverishly, and every good thing in the world fell into place for Seongwu.

He didn't smell like his homemade soap anymore, and although he wasn't working out, Seongwu felt the strength of his hands. Everything that Minhyun is making Seongwu experience now is new to him. He had forgotten that small, good-looking boy next door he met, who tailed him wherever he goes.

A thousand things about that moment felt so wrong - that someone might barge in and caught them, and that Daniel and Seongwu sort of had feelings for each other - but Seongwu couldn't care. He was so frustrated at Daniel, and Minhyun felt so comforting.

And as they kissed on, Seongwu started to cry.

"S-Seongwu?"

"I hate you, you know."

"I know, Seongwu," Minhyun smiled once, held Seongwu's face towards his, and rested his forehead on the former's as he closed his eyes. "I know."

"You should get back, guards may be doing their rounds." Seongwu pulled back and anxiously glanced at the door.

"I have so much to tell you; they're closing in."

"I know. We'll talk about it next time. Not tonight." Seongwu whispered. Minhyun stood in panic but turned back to kiss Seongwu on his forehead.

"I missed you," He whispered unto Seongwu's ear, before finally leaving.

Seongwu collapsed on his bed with a thud. Part of him guilty, and part of him upset, thinking that Daniel deserves that.

Fine, if he's fooling me then I might as well do the same with him.

Chapter 42 Chapter Text

4:27

Seongwu woke to a hard shake on his shoulders from Sol at the break of dawn.

"Wha-?"

"Sir, please, you have to get up!" his voice was frantic, shaking from terror.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"We are under attack! We have to get you to the basement." Seongwu's mind and vision were groggy. He wasn't sure if he was hearing right, but he noticed Stell was sobbing right behind Sam.

"They're inside? What do we do?" He asked in disbelief. A sudden adrenaline spike woke him up, and he bolted on his feet. His butlers even managed to slip on his shoes and put a robe on Seongwu.

All Seongwu could think was North or South? South or North?

"There's a passage here in the corner. It'll take you straight to the safe room in the basement. The guards will be waiting there. Hurry, sir. Most of the gentlemen already evacuated."

Sol dragged Seongwu out in the hallways and pushed him on a section of a wall. Sure enough, there was a stairwell waiting for Seongwu behind the wall.

"Okay, let's go." Sol and Sam blinked at him. Stell had his arms wrapped on Sam's, just to support his trembling knees.

"Let's go," Seongwu repeated.

"No, sir. We go somewhere else. You have to hurry before they get here. Please!"

Wherever they plan on hiding, Seongwu knew they'd be found before that or worse... they'll die. He couldn't bear the idea of his butlers being hurt. It may sound presumptuous of Seongwu but he thought if Daniel had gone out of his way to do everything he'd gone thus far, maybe Seongwu's friends would matter to Daniel as they matter to him.

Even though they were still in the middle of a fight. Perhaps it was too much generosity to depend on, but he's leaving no one behind.

Fear made Seongwu move faster. He grabbed Sol's arm and pushed him in, stumbling on the stairs and wasn't able to stop Seongwu as he pushed Sam and Stell next.

"Move!" Seongwu commanded.

Sol was protesting the whole time, but Seongwu's mind was blinded by worry. He couldn't tell how long they were climbing down until they finally saw a small pathway opened up to a man-made cavern. They saw the other staircases and the other gentlemen running behind what looked like a two-foot-thick metal door.

They ran up to their safe place.

"Thank you for delivering this man. You may leave," A guard said to his butlers.

"No! They're with me. They're staying."

"Sir, they have their own places to be." Seongwu glared at the guard.

"Fine. They don't go in, I don't as well. Certainly, Prince Daniel will appreciate that my absence is your doing. Come now, you guys." He pulled the arms of Sam and Stell, while Sol stunned into stillness.

"Sir, wait!" Seongwu instantly stopped and turned to the guard. "All right, get in. But if anyone has an issue with this, it's in your hands."

"Not a problem." The guard let them pass, Seongwu walked towards the room with his head high.

There was a clamor of activity inside. Some guys were crying while others comforted them, and some are in prayer. In a distance, Daniel was beside Jisung, who seemed to be breaking down as the prince pats his back and mutters comfort to him.

Butler Won and Butler Han were also there, both incredibly calm. They were puzzled as they saw the butlers that Seongwu brought, but the latter kept his composure. Thinking that if he appears sure of himself, no one would question them.

Or so he thought.

Before Seongwu and his three butlers could settle down at the back of the room, Donghyun approached him. "Oh, finally! You brought help. Boys, kindly fetch us some refreshments at the water source and bring some for His Majesty as well?"

"No," Seongwu answered. He turned to Sol and gave him his first real order. "Sol, take some refreshments for the prince and for us, then come join me."

He then faced Donghyun. "The others can fend for themselves. You chose to leave your butlers alone, then go get your own damn water. Mine will be sitting with me. Come, boys."

Many of the men had piled themselves toward the front of the room. But to Seongwu's perspective, that would be a wise choice if you were aiming for sure death. The four of them finally sat down, Seongwu pulled Stell under an arm, and Sam rested his head on Stell's shoulder.

Even though he tried to secure that Stell was safe, he could still feel him tremble in fear. They all remained silent and listened to the clamor of the room.

"Are you okay?"

Seongwu glanced up and saw Minhyun, his bed hair was sticking up but still smelled good. He didn't seem to be shaken by the situation.

"Yes, thank you."

"It was good of you to bring your butlers. Not everyone would be so kind to people considered beneath them." Minhyun remarked as he took the space beside Seongwu.

"You know that listings never matter that much to me," Seongwu sighed quietly. Minhyun gave him the smallest smile.

They stayed like that for a while until Jaehwan called for Minhyun. He excused himself and Seongwu nodded. That moment, it was only that Seongwu was awake. The three of his butlers have fallen asleep, like a domino leaning on a wall.

Seongwu watched as Daniel paced around to check on the gentlemen. As he approached Seongwu, he smiled at the pile of people leaning on him. At that moment, Seongwu saw no anger left in their argument, though he really wants to resolve it.

Instead, he saw a grateful smile, simply glad that Seongwu was fine. A wave of guilt flowed in Seongwu.

What have I got myself into?

"Are you well?" Seongwu nodded. The prince sat on his feet to look at the sleeping Stell. "I'm not surprised you brought them here."

He smiled before standing up. Just then, Seongwu reached for Daniel's arm.

"Wait...!" Honestly, it was just his reflexes that grabbed Daniel. He can't probably ask for the prince to stay, Seongwu knew he has duties. Now that Daniel was staring at him, expecting him to say something, he just felt an enormous blood rush instead.

"B-Be careful."

"Of course, my dear." Daniel smiled, whispered closely to Seongwu's ears, and left a pat on his head.

/*/*/*

Two hours after, the guards finally declared that the invaders were subdued and everyone was to be escorted back to their rooms. Seongwu had totally forgotten to ask Daniel if it was the North or the South attack. But returning to his room felt reassuring.

However, his fort was ransacked. His mattress on the floor, suits pulled from the closet, the picture of his family torn into pieces. Seongwu pulled his drawer for his letters, thankfully it was still there, and as well as his camera.

He hugged it close, as he can't stop the tears from welling. Not because he was afraid, although he was, but because he didn't like his things being touched and getting ruined. Especially, his prized possessions.

My pajamas!

Seongwu rushed on his feet to look for his box. The moment he found it, he changed into the oversized shirt and checkered pants. He felt more normal and less sad that way.

His butlers excused themselves to meet up with the other staff. After a couple of minutes, there was a knock on the door and that's the only time when Seongwu had pulled himself together.

Daniel, he thought. Please be Daniel, please be Daniel... He threw the door open, hopefully.

"Sir Seongwu,"

It was Butler Won. "Apologies for interrupting you, but the mansion staff inquires if you desire to leave?"

"No," Seongwu wiped the leftover tears from his cheeks. "I'm not leaving. Are the others going?"

"Yes, three of them already. And Daniel, dear lad, told me to let anyone who wants to leave go home. Arrangements are being made as we speak." Butler Won's eyes scanned the room, then back to Seongwu.

"Did they take anything?"

"No, sir. Besides this mess, all my things are still with me."

"I see," The old butler revealed a portable phone from his pocket and showed it to Seongwu.

"Here, you have to call your family and inform them you are fine. But please mind the time, I still have other gents to visit."

Seongwu marveled at the tiny object in his hands, he never had anything like a phone. And he never thought he'd have a chance to use one in his life. He dialed their landline's number, shaking in excitement.

Finally, he will hear his family's voices. After two rings, Seongwu's Mom picked up.

"Hello?"

"Mom!"

"S-Seongwu? Is that really you? Thank goodness, are you all right? Some guard called to tell us that we might not get a hold of you for a few days, and I thought so, it was those damn rebels. We've been so scared..."

"Mom? Oh, don't cry, please! I'm safe, still in one piece."

"Hold on, Seoyu wants to say something-" There was a bit of a movement over the phone.

"SEONGWU!!! MY PRECIOUS BROTHER, HOW I MISS YOU!" Seongwu had to distance his ears from his sister's shrieking, he winced, and Butler Won seemed to be watching.

"Calm down, Sis. Yes, I'm okay. It's rare of me to admit that I miss you too,"

"You devil... So, will you come home?"

"Come home?" Seongwu asked. He felt so many things. He misses his family, he was tired of hiding from the rebels. Plus, he was getting more and more confused over his feelings for Daniel and for Minhyun, he didn't know how to handle them.

The easiest option was to leave. But still.

"No, Seoyu. I can't come home. I have to stay here."

"But why?"

"Because," He said simply.

"Because...?"

"Just... because." Seongwu scratched his temple, suddenly embarrassed to someone who wasn't there.

"..."

"Hey, Seoyu?-"

"Are you... are you in love with Prince Daniel?"

"Huh? Umm, well... I'm not sure about that, but - "

"KYAAAAAA! Seongwu, you're in love with Daniel! Oh my gosh! Mom, Mom! You're son, he's finally become a butterfly!" And that is when Seongwu felt his face warm.

"Sis, I never said-"

"Oh, ho, you can't fool me, brother." She laughed and laughed over the phone, while Seongwu fought his best not to look ridiculous. But he probably was already.

"Whatever. I have to go. There are others who need the phone Just want you to know, I'm okay if anyone is still interested. I'll try to write soon, promise."

"Yeah, yeah. Tell me about the prince! And send more goodies for me and Mom! Love ya, Lil bro!"

"Fine, same here. Bye." He hung up and the voices were gone. Seongwu missed them more than he had before.

Butler Won asked for the phone and left in a blink. He just wished that the old man didn't overhear their conversation about Daniel, or if he did, he wish he could forget about it easily.

Surely, Seongwu didn't feel good.

But he knew that once he figured out how to set things right with Minhyun and Daniel, he would be.

Chapter 43 Chapter Text

8:00

Jisung, Youngmin, and Minhyun were gone within hours. Seongwu wasn't sure if it was thanks to the efficiency of Butler Won or the nerves of the men.

But as for Minhyun...

"Hey, Ong?" Sungwoon elbowed him as they walk together towards the Dining Hall for a delicious post-attack breakfast.

"Hyung?"

"Did you know Minhyun left?" He stared at the floor for seconds, replaying the last encounter he had with his best friend.

"Ong?"

"No, I just heard."

Sungwoon examined his friend a little more as they near the newly polished and fixed Dining Hall as if it remained infallible during the attack. Seongwu continued to wear his anxious face, still wary that the Confrontare elimination has become unpredictably fast beyond his expectation.

They were already down to eighteen.

/*/*/*

6:35, after the rebel attack

After restoring his mattress to his bed, Seongwu rolled and rolled until he realized he won't be able to sleep a wink at that point. So he decided to head to Sungwoon's room and check on his favorite F-list.

I haven't seen Sungwoon in the safe room, I hope he's -

"MMPH-!"

Suddenly, there was a huge hand that grabbed Seongwu in a corner, covering his entire mouth.

"Shh... Don't move,"

His mind was slowly becoming fuzzy, and his heartbeat was drumming in his ears. Seongwu sensed that whoever that person behind him is, doesn't have any decent plans to say 'hello' to him in a normal way.

Oh shit, are there still rebels hiding in the mansion?

Although Seongwu's body almost seemed like a tree branch that snapped during fall, he takes pride in his prowess for learning self-defense from Don Mills.

Seongwu quickly elbowed his assailant, aiming for his stomach, then he twisted the hand that covering his mouth and yanked the person by his mouth on the wall, while his fist was ready to blow at the person's face. As soon as he saw the rebel, he was frozen in a second.

"E-Easy, Seongwu-"

"Minhyun?!" He lowered his guard and let Minhyun breathe.

Seongwu put his hands on his hips, looking up at the ceiling with mixed feelings of frustration and adrenaline. Minhyun, on the other hand, sat on his feet, coughing while looking bemused.

"Your reflexes are as brilliant as ever; Don Mills would be proud."

"You wicked, piece of arse! Can you not audaciously grab people in a corner, right after an invasion, and whisper to their ears as a greeting? I thought you were a rebel."

"As a matter of fact, I am," Minhyun dusted his shoulders as he stood. "And so are you."

Seongwu rolled his eyes. Things with his best friend seemed to have been more complicated than it looks like. As he struggles with Minhyun's feelings toward him, he also has to deal with his association with the Treehouse.

"Anyways, I'm not here just to be of your disturbance."

"Really now?"

"Yeah, actually," Minhyun took a step closer to Seongwu. "I'm here to bid you goodbye."

"Woah, wait." Seongwu backed away with wide eyes, his head titled to one side.

"What on earth are you trying to say?"

"I'm quitting, so I can help with the revolution," Seongwu blinked, his mouth ajar.

"Min, you can't-"

"This is the only chance to leave without fanning any suspicions, Seongwu. I have to go but we need you to stay," Minhyun held Seongwu's shoulder and stared at him with a strong, persistent look.

"After all, it was Cheetah's special order that you be the vessel to bring forth the prince."

There was a sinking feeling that drained Seongwu's energy, including the joints of his knees. How can he bear the thought of bringing Daniel's head on a silver platter to his sworn allies? Seongwu had a sour taste in his mouth.

"You know I can't do that, right?"

"No, you can. We both swore that change is to dawn by our hands. Don't worry, we will notify you when the time has come. But for now," Minhyun wrapped Seongwu in his arms for the last time and smiled.

"Please don't look at Daniel without me around."

Minhyun glanced at both sides of the hall, noticing a small group of guards on their rounds. He glanced back at Seongwu, who was still spacing out and looking incomprehensible at that moment.

"I'll come back for you," Minhyun patted the latter's head before heading out first.

/*/*/*

8:33

"Woojin, isn't this divine?"

Seongwu asked as he took a bite of a star-shaped fruit that never in his life he had seen. Woojin's mouth was full, but he gladly nodded in agreement. Despite what happened early in the morning, he knew that he needed to do something with the atmosphere.

Seongwu tried to lift up everyone's spirit. While he's at it, the other gentlemen started to ride the flow. And at that time, they all sensed a faint, warm feeling of brotherhood.

It was difficult for some to let go of the sadness brought by the departure of the three challengers, but as they all try to build up the mood, each of them eventually started viewing themselves as the lucky survivors.

Oddly enough, the only person in the room who appears distressed was Daniel.

He didn't touch his food, instead, he was gazing up and down the row of men with a clear look of concentration on his face. Every once in a while, he would pause midthought and seemed to debate with himself regarding something before moving on.

When he came to Seongwu's row, he caught the latter looking at him and gave Seongwu a weak smile.

Except for their small talk, Seongwu and Daniel hadn't spoken about their argument, and there were things that needed to be said. This time, Seongwu knew he had to be the initiator.

Prince Daniel stood up. The sudden movement made his chair screech in a way that drawn collective attention. As all heads turned to him, he looked like he wished to sit back down unnoticed. Realizing that there was no option, he spoke.

"Gentlemen," he bowed, looking genuinely pained.

"After the precedent attack at dawn, I've been forced to thoughtfully reconsider the operation of the Confrontare. As you know, three men have asked to leave today, and I obliged. I wouldn't want anyone here against their own will. Moreover, I don't feel comfortable keeping anyone in the mansion, facing this constant threat of danger, when I feel that you have proven enough."

"Oh no, he's not..." Jaehwan whispered.

"Yes, he is," Seongwu replied.

"Though it grieves me to do this, I have discussed the matter with my family and a few close advisers and have decided to go ahead and narrow the Confrontare down to the Aces. However, instead of eleven, I've decided to send all but six of you home," Daniel stated in a businesslike tone.

"Six?" Donghyun gasped.

"That's absurd," Daehwi breathed, already trembling to tears.

Hums of complaints rose and fell, as the vibe they just grown with vanished into thin air. JIhoon braced himself as if he already earned a spot. Meanwhile, Seongwu noticed how tensed Sungwoon's glare at the prince was.

"I don't want to draw this out unnecessarily, so only the following gentlemen will be staying." Daniel paused and inhaled.

"Sir Sungwoon and Sir Donghyun,"

Sungwoon collapsed his head on his chair like his soul was just able to grasp on his chest before it can absolutely leave him. Donghyun did a happy, fidgety dance in his chair and looked at the others around him, expecting them to be happy.

Seongwu was until he realized that two of the spots were already gone. With the unsettled fight with Daniel, Seongwu began to space out.

Would he send me home?

Did he not want to see me anymore?

Did I make him feel that?

What would I do if I had to go?

"Sir Daehwi and Sir Jihoon," Daniel continued, looking them both in turn. Seongwu cringed at Jihoon's name. Daniel could keep him and not me. Seongwu flinched at the thought of Jihoon at all.

"Sir Samuel," the room inhaled a breath, awaiting the final name. Seongwu realized that Jaehwan and Woojin were both squeezing his hands underneath the table.

"And Sir Seongwu."

Daniel looked over at Seongwu, and he felt every muscle in his body relax.

"To everyone else, my deepest apologies, but I hope you trust me when I say that I meant this to be a good thing for you. I don't want to raise anyone's hopes for no reason and risk your lives in the process. If anyone wishes to speak to me, I'll be in the library down the hall, and you may visit me as soon as you finish eating."

Daniel left the room quickly, without running. Jaehwan and Woojin came running after the prince, while some like Guanlin was too beat to even stand up.

It fell on those remaining to comfort them.

Alas, Seongwu is now an Ace and still, he hadn't had a chance to tug his ear.

Chapter 44 Chapter Text

8:00

There was not a resting bone in the mansion, as the staff zoom here and there to send off the six Aces to the Blue Palace where the Royal Gala will take place. Every gentleman was prepped early, dressed to their finest suits, and brushed up their last-minute lessons on Etiquette.

Besides the Royal Council and the media, the Aces are also to meet the Spanish Royal Court that has graced the Gala with their presence, as scheduled by the Queen.

What stirs the excitement of the Aces with a western spectator is that the Spanish Royal Court is composed of princesses. That's why the gentlemen are looking forward to meeting them.

Two Aces are to be escorted in a carriage up to the Blue Mansion. Luckily, Seongwu had Sungwoon with him in the ride, or else he'd be sulking on the road trip.

"Isn't this thrilling, Ong? We're going to see maidens from Spain!"

"Uh-huh, sure." He sighed, watching as the landscapes pass by.

"Are you not happy? What's the matter?"

Seongwu can't bring to his Hyung that he's been upset with himself. But more importantly, because he wasn't able to talk to Daniel again for another week and he left their argument hanging. He was supposed to settle it but then came the preparation for the Royal Gala.

As usual, Prince Daniel was nowhere to be spotted in the Confrontare Mansion.

Seongwu pouted with a sigh.

"Ong, why did you stay?" Suddenly, Seongwu turned to Sungwoon with an unreadable expression.

"Hyung?"

"No offense, mate, but I've been curious for months now. The true reason why you held unto the competition," The young one dazed right then and there. Sungwoon was patient enough to give him a moment to think, then he spoke again.

"Surely, it's not entirely about your family. You seem to miss them every day. And if you had the chance to leave after the attack, you could have done so," Seongwu gulped.

If Sungwoon had been observing him all this time, there must be a chance that he would know by now. He crossed his arms, giving Seongwu a narrow glare.

"Look, I get that we are friends, Seongwu, and competitors as well, you know I stay here because a simple farmer's grandson's life is not what I want. Whatever you say, stays between us. Now then, may I know why you chose to stay?"

There was no use. No ways of escaping, Seongwu suddenly found himself sitting on the hot-seat. He shut close his eyes.

Sungwoon is different, let's not revert back to being a mistrusting as-

"It's Daniel, right?"

What?

"What?" Sungwoon snapped his fingers, pointing his index finger at Seongwu and his mouth agape with astonishment. As if the older one had his Eureka moment.

"That's the first genuine reaction I gained from you. I take it my guess is correct."

"Hyung, hey! I did not-"

"Your lips may lie, but those ears don't." At that instant, Seongwu pinched both of his ears. They were warm. As he makes of his reflection from the window, he did saw it flushing pinkish red.

Bloody ears, why do they have to react on their own?

"Ong, I just want to say that... low-key rooting for you and your man,"

Now Seongwu's face went tomato red and as their carriage rolled, Sungwoon thought of torturing Seongwu more.

"So... Is he a good kisser?"

"Hyung, stop!"

Indeed, for Seongwu... it not about being Prime; it's about getting the Prince.

/*/*/*

10:40

Hours before the Spanish Court were supposed to arrive, all the carriages from the Confrontare Mansion came just in time. The six Aces were given a lively reception by a band at the marble staircase, leading them to the main lobby.

The Royal Palace was not like the mansion at all. It was much more jaw-droppingly marvelous, like everything you touch amounts a certain 6-digit price. A fancy gold and silver chandelier illuminated the lobby, marble columns were standing every 2-feet apart, and enormous paintings drape by the walls alongside the velvet blue curtains. The Aces had a glimpse of the paradise of A's, and they were very much honored.

"Lads!" Butler Won called, rushing through the main entrance. "It's nearly time. Are you all prepared?"

Behind him, the queen came in, a soothing calm to Butler Won's pressured energy. The six men bowed to her presence. "Your Majesty,"

She studied the handful of young men, admiring their faces, and smiled with delight. Seongwu felt relief to see her smile.

"My, my, such stunning group we have here."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," The Aces chorused. It was not long until the King and Prince Daniel joined the reception for the Spanish Royal Court. Bowing and greetings were exchanged. Seongwu tried to reconnect his mental link with Daniel.

And unexpectedly, it worked. Daniel looked back at Seongwu and he tugged his ear. Seongwu tugged back.

"Enter Their Highnesses, The Royal Court of Spain!"

Everyone stood upright. The Royal family took their places at the center-front of the entrance. The band played an upbeat tune, as the butlers lined down at every step of the stair, like stationed soldiers. Two carriages unloaded their grand passengers.

Probably, the best way to describe the Spanish ladies was statuesque. They were tall, golden-skinned, and absolutely beautiful. And as if that wasn't enough, they were all good-natured. It was like they carried the sun inside their souls and let it shine out on everything around them.

"¡Bueno!"

The ladies approached the Queen with open arms and kissed her on both cheeks. As for the King, they gave him a warm embrace and curtsies. Prince Daniel also received their greeting hugs after each bow and curtsy exchanged. On the sides, Seongwu was paying close attention to them.

"Gentlemen, if you may kindly..." The King gestured that we took the graceful guests to be escorted at the Great Hall. Seongwu and the others rushed to follow.

"Hola," Lady Mina curtsied before taking Seongwu's arm. He tried to imitate the accent, but he seemed to suck at it. But she was gracious, laughing off his mistake and helping him correct it.

The Great Hall was filled with cameras flashing and applause from every corner. It was a massive room that can fit a football match, with the double staircase serving as the center stage. Andy Chu stood atop with his microphone, announcing the arrival of the Royal Family and the esteemed guests.

Right after the King briefed with his speech, the socialization began. And Seongwu, being a secret introvert, found himself surrounded company.

"This is delicious! You must have some!" Lady Dahyun insisted on the champagne she just sipped. It was rude to decline the lady, so Seongwu took the glass.

"Mmmm."

"Now, now," Lady Jungyeon said, drawing his attention to her. "This Daniel, he is handsome. How can I get into the Confrontare?"

"A heap of paperwork," Seongwu joked.

"That's all? Where's my pen?"

Dahyun cut in. "I will take some of this paper, too. In fact, I would love to take you home with me too."

"Trust me, we're both a mess." Seongwu laughed.

"Have you ever been to Spain?" Jungyeon asked.

"Uh, no. Before the Confrontare, I'd never left my province."

"Oh, you must come!" Dahyun insisted. "You can stay with me anytime."

"You always hog the company," Jungyeon complained. "He stays with me."

Oh my, these two are nothing but trouble! Seongwu felt that the more he sips champagne, the more it kicks in his system. Seongwu continued to listen to the two ladies' stories as he rovers his eyes around the Great Hall.

"Oh right, I hear that the portrait of the Prince and some gentleman will be hung up anytime soon," Dahyun said, which brought Seongwu back to focus. "Are you excited?"

"A bit. It's just the public's choice, it doesn't actually bear anything with the prince's official decision."

At the corner of Seongwu's eyes, he caught sight of Daniel. He was in a circle of what seems to be the group of Royal advisers; a glass of wine on his hand, and a professional smile on his face.

"If you are to convince both the country and him, I think you have to be purposive." Jungyeon thought.

When the prince's conversation ended, Seongwu saw his chance.

"What about you, Sir Seongwu? What's your purpose?" Jungyeon asked, but Seongwu had his mind somewhere else now.

"E-Excuse me, ladies. I have somewhere to go to," He replied, handing his leftover champagne in the hands of Lady Dahyun, as he paced out of their conversation.

C'mon Seongwu, you can do this... It's about time.

When everything seems within reach for him, Seongwu met with a bunch of media men who tried to get a statement from him, while some officials didn't help with their warm welcome.

Don't worry, he won't go anywhere. He's just -

But the time Seongwu had escaped the maze of people, Daniel was nowhere but there. He panted, catching his breath and trying to think where Daniel could be.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" He heard the booming voice of Andy Chu, but he paid no attention and walked out of the Great Hall.

"We are about to display the image that garnered the most admiration from the public's eye, based on the survey magazines sold all over the country. This Gala shall be the stepping stone to discover more about the potential Prime that we ought to meet sometime in the future now. So, are we all pumped up now?"

/*/*/*

11:50

Seongwu checked behind every pillar, climbed upstairs, and peeped in the parlors before finally asking the guards if they saw Daniel. But no luck.

I didn't ditch the girl talk just to get lost in this palace, ugh.

Giving up, Seongwu turned to a corner and headed for the back stairwell that has a door leading back to the Great Hall. As he approached, Seongwu heard a distinct hiss of a whisper. He slowed, not wanting to intrude and not completely sure where the sound was coming from.

Another whisper.

A flirtatious giggle.

A warm sigh.

Seongwu took another step closer, hearing the sounds becoming more focused. He looked to his left and saw a couple embracing in the shadows. After Seongwu's eyes adjusted to the light, a shock zapped through him.

Daniel's blond hair was unmistakable. But what Seongwu never saw before, never expected before, was how that hair would look with the Spanish princess that the prince escorted to the Great Hall earlier. Her long fingers, nails painted pink, digging into that fluffy blond hair.

Daniel was all pinned to the wall by Lady Jihyo's body. Her free hand was pressed against his chest, and her leg was wrapped around his, the slit of his dress revealing her lean leg. She pulled back slightly, only to fall back to him slowly, teasing him it seemed.

Seongwu kept waiting for Daniel to tell her to get off him, to tell her she wasn't acting proper. But he didn't.

Instead, he kissed her.

She lavished in it and giggled again at his affection. He whispered something in her ear, and Jihyo leaned in and kissed him back. The strap of her dress fell off her shoulder, exposing like miles of skin down her back. And neither of them bothered to fix it.

Seongwu was frozen. He wanted to scream and cry, but his throat felt constricted.

Why, Daniel? Of all people?

Lady Jihyo's lips slid off Daniel's and settled onto his neck, she giggled once more as she kissed him again. Daniel closed his eyes and smiled. With the lady no longer blocking him, Seongwu was finally in Daniel's line of sight.

He meant to run. He meant to disappear, to disintegrate. Instead, Seongwu stood just there.

So when Daniel opened his eyes, he saw Seongwu.

As Jihyo continued to draw kisses on his neck, Daniel and Seongwu merely stared at each other. The prince's smile now gone, Daniel had suddenly turned into stone. The shock in his eyes willed Seongwu to move. The lady didn't notice, so Seongwu backed away quietly, not stirring even a breath.

Once he was out of earshot, he broke into a run. The tears started coming before he made it to the garden. In the quiet stillness of the grounds, he felt his heartache.

So stupid, Seongwu. So stupid.

He'd go home. He'd forget this ever happened. And he'd carry out his task together with Minhyun.

Minhyun... he's the only person I could count on.

It wasn't long before a hand grabbed Seongwu forcefully, but he instantly broke free. It was Daniel, he was about as shock as Seongwu is.

"You lied to me!"

"Seongwu, listen-"

"How can the same person who talked about liking me want to be caught dead in a hallway with some pair of Spanish breasts?"

"Look, it wasn't me. It was the alcohol that made me lost my mind, okay? That has absolutely nothing to do with how I feel about you."

"You're joking, right? Or because you're the next king, I suppose it's acceptable for you to have half-naked girls draped across you whenever you feel tipsy." Daniel looked stricken.

"No. That's not what I think at all."

"Then why?" Seongwu was taken aback by Daniel's calmness. Now, he already had an answer.

How naive had I been? Of course. He would take a woman for a queen. That's the golden rule. No prince would be so content to keep a country with another guy like me.

"That's it," Seongwu wiped away all the dried tears on his cheeks. "I'm done with this. I'm done with the Confrontare, done with all the lies, and I am especially done with you. God, imagine how stupid I was."

"You're not done, Seongwu." he contradicted Seongwu immediately. Daniel's stance saying as much as his words. "You're done when I say you are. You're upset right now, but you're not done."

Seongwu gripped his hair, feeling like he's seconds away from pulling it all out by the roots. "What is wrong with you? What makes you think that I will ever be okay with what I just saw? I like you, so bad that I was afraid I might lose you and that's why I came looking for you today. In hopes, we could fix things between us."

"But no. You were making out with a woman in broad daylight, and yet you claim to be a gentleman? You deserve more than a knee to the groin, Your Highness. And I want nothing to do with you."

"Good God, you never let me get a word in edgewise!"

"Just send me home. I don't want to be here anymore."

Their conversation had been going back and forth so quickly, that Daniel's silence was startling. "No,"

Seongwu was enraged. Wasn't this exactly what he'd been asking for? For me to tell him that I wish to go home?

"Kang Daniel, you are nothing but a child who wants his hands all to his toy that he doesn't actually want but can't stand for someone else to have."

Seongwu shoved Daniel, but the prince remained calm. "Seongwu, do not call me a child. And do not push me."

He shoved him again, stronger than the first. "Yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

Then he started to pound on Daniel's chest, he wanted to punch him but he can't bring himself to scar the prince. He wanted to tear him to shreds right now. Daniel grabbed Seongwu's wrists. He saw no rage in Daniel's eyes, instead, he felt the warm buzz of electricity that had been missing for a long time.

"You're the Prime that they chose," Daniel's face was inches from Seongwu, his eyes searching for the latter's own. Perhaps wondering how he'd be received, perhaps not caring at all. Though it was all wrong, Seongwu still wanted it.

"And still, the one for me."

Seongwu shook his head to clear it and stepped back. Daniel didn't put up a fight as Seongwu pulled away. The latter took a few steadying breaths before turning back.

"Are you going to send me home?"

Daniel shook his head, either unable or unwilling to speak. Seongwu shut his eyes and loosened his tie.

"Then, this will."

Seongwu stormed off from the prince, heading back to the Great Hall. He was done with Daniel, but he was still there. He was down with the competition, but he still has an audience to pursue. He wasn't there to win anymore. Not the recognition, not the prince.

So if he's going, he has to go out with a bang.

/*/*/*

12:10

"Sir Seongwu! How do you feel about being the crowd favorite?"

Blinding flashes was an understatement. It was like staring directly at the sun. Trying to look cool and composed in the sea of royalties, while searching the words for his impromptu speech, made Seongwu more straight-faced than ever.

He was standing at the highest point of the Great Hall. Right above the gigantic, hanging portrait of him and Daniel during the last photoshoot they had. The time where the prince even shared the bits of his secret. Where the two posed like high-end brand models but were actually laughing behind the camera.

That was then, and this is now.

"Seongwu, if you are to become Prime, what favor do you plan to ask from His Highness?" A reporter asked.

"Good question," That's when Seongwu cleared his throat and his mind. He saw his fellow Aces looking up at him. Only Sungwoon and Samuel were smiling.

Then from the back of the room, came in Daniel.

"I, Ong Seongwu of Pyeongnam Province, the only son of my family, an E-list, and an Ace am honored to become my countrymen's preference as this year's Prime. My whole life, I despised being myself, the way my life has been carved to stone and how I'm dictated to become my family's last hope; to become one of the lowest specimens of the society. However, if I shall stand till the end, if ever will I, I would stand the glory of proposing caste elimination."

There were loud and violent gasps. The old people of the council started fuming, the Spanish Court seemed rather appalled and were giggling.

Seongwu savored the once regal hall, become a chaotic zoo, thanks to him. A wicked smirk curved from his lips as he watched.

"Guards! Get that disrespectful man out of my palace!" He heard the King ordered, but Seongwu stood there, waiting.

For the last time, he looked at Daniel with too much confidence, almost pained. He tugged his ear. Prince Daniel gritted his teeth and dodged his head from Seongwu's eyes.

"Get him!"

But before a ton of guards could descend from both stairways and put their hands on Seongwu, a massive boom of explosion took over the consciousness of the Great Hall.

Chapter 45 Chapter Text

Daniel woke up with his head inside a linen sack.

He didn't feel like his legs were moving, though he sensed that his body is being taken off somewhere. He felt the gravity of his weight against rough, bulky shoulder muscles, while a hand was pressing his back and clutching his legs to place.

Where am I?

His vision was still blurry, making it more difficult to see through the covers. With his mind running in circles, his words ended up into a muttered groaning. Moving was not even an option at his state. It seems as if the prince was like a deer immobilized with drugs.

"Unghh..."

"Boss, I think he's awake." A rough, manly voice came from Daniel's transporter.

"Really? Put him down, Shadow." Another voice answered, this time it belonged to a woman. With a sound thud, Daniel was lifted by the herculean man and was seated at a wooden chair.

In a snap of a finger, the brown sack was pulled from Daniel's head. A huge man with a clean-cut beard, defined army cut with a slash on his left, was sitting in front of him. He wore a beaten leather jacket over his gray shirt. His eyes were rather small but intimidating enough when you look through them. Beside him, stood a fierce woman with a neck-length haircut. She too wore a leather jacket but the oversized ragged white shirt that extended to her knees and muddy boots made her look more fashionable. Her hip jutted out confidently to the side.

"Welcome, Your Highness,"

"Who... are you?" He tried to cover his mouth before coughing, but he realized his hands were tied.

"Shadow," The man snapped again and pointed at the rope binding Daniel's wrists. Immediately, the same buff man who carried Daniel released him.

"It wouldn't be courteous of us to leave rope marks on the prince's skin."

When the prince had regained his senses, he tried to assess where he was brought to. It was pitch dark inside of what he makes of a room, a camping flashlight dangling above their heads was the only source of light. He guesses it was already night time. There were four people guarding Daniel - two on both his sides, two were talking to him. Even though he was raised to be combat-ready, Daniel knew that resisting men twice his size is not the wisest choice.

He breathed and decided to sort things out through diplomacy. After all, he has finally come face-to-face with the rebels.

"If you think you can harm me-"

"I know you're skeptical of us, and for a good reason, but we have no cause to hurt you. Otherwise, we'd keep you tied up, right?" Daniel glowered at the male.

"We just want to talk."

Daniel deliberated for a minute. The boss quickly caught up with his expression, then a smile cornered from his lips. He snapped his fingers once again. The two of his henchmen that stood by Daniel's side ran up to the opposite direction of the chief. Once they came back, they brought with them two unconscious bodies on their shoulders and placed them on a chair.

The prince's stomach suddenly churned. The two henchmen revealed the sleeping hostages; Sungwoon and Samuel.

"No,"

"They're just asleep ever since the gas bombing. Even if you call a royal physician to examine them, we didn't lay a finger on your dogs. We just took them, in case you refuse to have a chat with us." The male stuck out his hand to Daniel.

"Don't you think introductions are in order?" Daniel eyed him with aggravation but then relented. There's no other way out.

"Kang Daniel, your sovereign."

"Honored, sir." The man chuckled.

"And you are?"

"Don Mills of Pyeongnam, at your service."

Daniel eyed him even more. Pyeongnam? Does that mean, they brought me and my entourage to Gyeonggi?

"You heard that right, we brought you to our turf, prince. And this one is my deputy," Don Mills said, nodding to the woman.

"Cheetah, You Highness," she said and gave a reassuring smile. He wasn't sure to trust her, but certainly, Daniel seemed intimidated.

"So, you Northerners came for the crown?"

"We are not psychopaths, prince. And no, we don't want your crown." Cheetah answered, reverting back to her fierce self.

"Good, because I intend to lead this country," Daniel shot back.

"I've been raised for it, and if you think you can kidnap me and use my Aces against me so I could surrender-"

"We don't want your crown, Daniel! Destroying the monarchy is more up the Northern rebel's alley. We have other goals." Don Mills leaned back in his seat. He stared at the young lad for a while, either studying him or trying to decide where to start.

"You're telling me... Pyeongnam rebels are not from the North?" Daniel broke the staring game.

"In geography, sure. But we decided to detach ourselves from them, for good. Build up our own new perspective for a new future," Don Mills explained, casually. "We became an underground association called The Treehouse."

They're no Southerners either. The prince's forehead began to wrinkle warily.

"Hey, you two! Bring this poor prince a coffee or tea, make yourselves useful!" Cheetah clapped her hands once, shouting orders to the two giants beside Daniel.

"Anyhow, we are slowly growing in numbers with some Southies siding with us," Cheetah resumed. In an instant, a small coffee cup landed on the table for Daniel. He glanced at the two men who went back to their post beside the prince.

"Thank you,"

"I know that we don't quality brew beans around here, but you will never go wrong with The Treehouse coffee mix." Daniel looked at the smiling Don Mills before taking a sip. It was a taste to his liking, surprisingly.

"I can't begin to imagine what you want from me. It seems you made a point to blow up the palace during an important gathering at daylight, and I'm guessing that keeping me here is a calculated move along with your plan. Say what you must. I can't promise to give you what you want, but I shall listen."

Don Mills and Cheetah exchanged nods. "We have never desired to take down the monarchy. Even though it came about in a very corrupt way, we have no problem with having a sovereign leader, particularly if that leader is you."

"Glad to hear," Daniel was still, but there his sense of pride manifested itself.

"What we would like are other things, specific freedoms. We want nominated officials, and we want to end the caste." Don Mills said as if all those things were easy. If he'd seen Seongwu's speech at the Royal Gala had been cut off by-

Wait, Seongwu's presentation... wasn't it similar?

"You demand like I'm already the king," Daniel answered, frustrated. "Even if it was possible, I can't simply give you what you're asking for."

"But you're open to the idea?" Cheetah rebutted.

Daniel raised his hand and slammed them on the table. "What I'm open to is irrelevant at this moment. I am no king."

Cheetah sighed, looking over at Don Mills. They seem to communicate wordlessly, stirring the curiosity in the prince on how the tandem work flawlessly. Daniel envied their teamwork at some point.

"If you don't want the crown and only want things I can't give you, why even bring me here?" Don Mills and Cheetah glanced at each other, perhaps preparing themselves for their biggest request yet.

"We're here to ask you for these things because we know you're a reasonable man. We've watched you all your life, and we can see it in your eyes. I can see it now." Don Mills said. He tried to be inconspicuous as he studies Daniel's reaction to his words.

"You don't like the listings either. You don't want to fight wars you know are nothing more than distractions. You don't like the way the whole council runs the country under their thumb. More than anything, you want peace during your lifetime."

"We're guessing that once you're king, things could really change. And we've been waiting for a long time for that. The Treehouse is willing to give you our word never to attack the palace again and to do our best to stop or slow down the Northern rebels. We see so much that you can't from behind those walls. We would swear our allegiance to you, without question, if you would be willing to give us a sign of your readiness to work with us toward a future that would finally give the people of Korea a chance to live their own lives." Cheetah promised.

Daniel didn't seem to know what to say, but he fought his way to speak. "What do the Northern rebels want? To kill my family and everybody else?"

"That's part of it, but only so they'll have no one to combat with. Too much of the population is oppressed, and this growing cell has bought into the idea that they could rule the country themselves. You see, prince, when you're on the bottom, your only choice is to blame the top. But then, taking out one person at the top destroys thousands at the bottom." Don Mills looked into Daniel's eyes, seeming to have some kind of understanding between them. Something about being born to lead.

"All we need is a sign, and we'll do everything we can help you change things, peacefully and fairly. Your people deserve a chance." Daniel looked at the table, debating himself in his head over and over.

"What kind of sign?" he asked hesitantly. "Money?"

"No," Cheetah said, nearly laughing. "We have more funds than you might think."

"How's that possible?"

"Donations," she replied simply. Daniel nodded, astonished. To him, it means there were people supporting them, yet dear god knows how many.

How much of the country was exactly asking what these two are requesting me?

"If not money," Daniel said finally. "what do you want?"

Don Mills flicked his finger behind Daniel, where the dimness expands. "Pick him."

Confused, Prince Daniel turned his head to where the boss was pointing at. As far as Daniel knows, there were only two Aces held as captives, and both were asleep on the side. However, a shadow appeared in the dark. The figure slowly came to light, revealing a tall, slender stature and a face that Daniel had always adored.

"Seongwu?"

The prince stood in abrupt, torn between wanting to embrace Seongwu or tell how sorry he is for all he had done to make him cry. But Daniel was too stunned. Instead, he just stared at Seongwu whom he thought he would never lay his eyes on again.

However, something was odd. Daniel saw the sorrow and regret so evidently mixed in his eyes.

"Hey Seal, why don't you join the meeting?" Seongwu clenched his fists, shutting his eyes and his heart. Daniel was stone cold as Seongwu, mouth zipped tight, took the chair beside him.

"Seal?"

"Oh right, we want you to meet our special undercover, Ong Seongwu." Don Mills proudly gestured a hand at the bitter-faced Seongwu. Daniel's legs suddenly felt like cooked noodles. His heart throbbed once and fell back. He knew it. He sensed it.

And Daniel hated himself even more for being right. He balled his fists. Why?

There was a long moment of silence before Daniel lost his temper. “I will not have anyone else telling me who I choose as Prime! This is my life you’re playing games with!”

“And the palace has been playing with other people’s lives for years. Grow up, Daniel. You’re the prince. You want your damn crown, then keep it. But responsibilities come with that privilege.” Don Mills had stood across the table his hands dropped with a loud BLAG!

Seongwu was tempted to look at Daniel and calm him down, little did he know that the prince was already sending lasers his way.

"You don't get to choose the Prime. End of story." That was only when Seongwu swallowed his ego and looked back, but the prince had stormed off already.

Just looking back once at the higher-ups, Seongwu pulled his buttocks from being glued tightly on his chair and ran off after the prince. "Daniel!"

Don Mills gave out a long sigh.

/*/*/*

Truly, Seongwu had been a rebel for years now, yet he still couldn't pass the fast drills, let alone chase after a prince.

After running and shouting for some time, Seongwu stopped and held unto his knees as he struggled to catch his breath. Yes, he still holds a grudge on Daniel. Yes, he was upset. Yes, he still can't get over the fact that he just messed up. But what did he remind himself?

We're both a mess, I have no right to complain more than he can.

And now, he's trying to chase Daniel's back again. As he was told ever since he entered the rubbish competition - to reach where the prince was. Seongwu always protested that he was just a mud puddle and Daniel was like the planet Venus. To cross each other's path was beyond impossible.

But the universe conspired its way.

Nobody told Seongwu to chase after the prince. No one, except for his own foolish self who constantly pushes Daniel away but can't even imagine him storming off of his life. It is and will always be Kang Daniel for Seongwu.

"Seongwu!"

"Minhyun? Oh god." Seongwu shuddered at Minhyun's hand. The latter lifted him back to his feet, allowing Seongwu to rely his weight on him.

"What are you doing here? Has the meeting concluded?"

"Yes. Daniel walked out and I'm trying to find him." Minhyun turned his accusing eyes to Seongwu's way. He squeezed the latter's arm, his head slowly bowing down. When Seongwu was about to take flight again, Minhyun stopped him.

"Don't,"

"Min," Seongwu swallowed the lump back in his throat, placing his hand over Minhyun's. "I'm sorry."

Minhyun shook his head. "It’s not as if I didn’t know it was coming. It just shocked me since I didn't know it'd ache like this."

"I shouldn't have led you on," Seongwu put both of his hands on his best friend's face, leveling it up to his face so he could see him. "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not the one you're in love with,"

And then, at the last possible moment, everything was ruined. Daniel stepped around the dark corner. His eyes were locked unto Seongwu, whose hands were holding Minhyun. He brought his hands down, but not quick enough. Minhyun turned to Daniel, prepared to either headbutt him or make an excuse. Daniel took a long, deep breath before finally talking.

"I knew it. I told myself I was crazy, but I waited for you to tell me I was right. You and I were supposed to be each other's confidante." He rolled his eyes.

"I cannot believe I didn't trust myself and even allowed to be blinded by you. I don't even know what's true and what's fake now," From the very first night he gazed at Seongwu's existence, to the knee-jerk incident, to seeing him clothed in a handsome red and black tuxedo, to their very first kiss, to every normal day they would fight and laugh and just be there for each other.

Daniel felt every memory all at once. And it was the first time, he wanted to let out a cry. "Or were you even true to me?"

"Your Majesty, this is my fault. He has nothing to do with this."

"Hwang Minhyun, am I right?" He asked, testing the words. "Get out of my sight before I send you to the Berlin Walls to die."

"Your Majesty, please-"

"GO!"

Minhyun looked at Seongwu before turning to leave. Seongwu stood there, silent and still, afraid to risk a peek into Daniel's eyes. The latter ran his hand on his hair one time. He moved to face Seongwu, finger-pointing and shaking his head as he laughs humorlessly to himself.

"Lies, eh?" he asked, still in control. "How long?"

Seongwu just looked back at Daniel, his eyes filled with every bit of remorse and yearning. It was a plea that Daniel used to find pleasure with, but now all he sees is a hideous trap drawn by the enemy.

"Answer me! How long have you been cheating on me with this rebel?"

"Do you remember the fight-"

"Jesus, Seongwu! We've been fighting since the day we met! You'll have to be more specific!" Daniel erupted.

"The one after Samuel's party." The Prince tapped his toes, impatiently asking for more details. "He went into my room and comforted me."

"How fascinating," An obvious amount of sarcasm burst from Daniel's tone. "You go sleeping with another guy, fully-aware and consented, while I get a mad scolding for making out drunk. Not to mention, both of you were rebels crawling under my skin, and in my place."

"Daniel, I'm so sorry. I thought I was protecting my friend but then it was me protecting myself. I was a goddamn coward to not tell you the truth; I couldn't lose you!" Seongwu pleaded, trying to get a grasp of Daniel's arm but he slashed it away.

"Lose, who? Me? Lose me? " he asked, astonished. "I've been kidnapped and brought nowhere near home, found out you're a rebel trying to seduce me all this time, and still has another man pursuing you! I'm the one losing here today, Seongwu!"

He panted for his last and final judgment. "That's it. I'm going to end this game and you're going home."

The words took Seongwu's breath away. "You mean... you're not choosing me?"

Daniel looked at him like he was an idiot for asking. "How many times am I supposed to let you break my heart, Seongwu? Do you honestly think that I will pick you as Prime after all the lies you were able to hide from me? If you just want to torment me, I refuse. You should notice I get that plenty already."

"No, Daniel, please! I'm sorry; it's not what it seems, I swear! I love you!" He drifted away from Seongwu.

"I could have spared you for being a rebel. Yet of all lies you've told me," Daniel looked back at him, his eyes now dead.

"That's the one I despise the most."

"It's not-" He looked away while those lifeless eyes haunted Seongwu to silence.

"I'll be ending the Confrontare tomorrow. Have your butlers do their best, you'll be going out in style."

Daniel walked past Seongwu, taking with him all the leftover affection that he was about to grow for the latter. Now, Seongwu had been deprived of Prime-ship and a man who could've been his for the rest of his life.

His knees broke down. He cried, holding his stomach as if it was the only thing that keeps his body together while the pain was ready to crack him to half. He rolled to the side on the floor like a fetus, not able to stand anymore.

/*/*/*

Once they've returned to the palace, Prince Daniel decided to let Sungwoon and Samuel go, granting any single wish they want, thinking that they might develop post-traumatic stress from being taken away by the rebels. He swore not to endanger any of his men ever again.

As for Seongwu, he dragged himself to his bedroom back in the Confrontare mansion, where his butlers pounced on him with such worry and delight. They were almost crying, thinking that the rebels have hurt him. But little did they know.

Its time to tell them, Seongwu thought. He settled down his butlers and revealed his true identity. Sam and Stell were disappointed and shocked, while Sol just stood there and remained silent. "Its fine if you don't want to stick around, Daniel won't be-"

"Sir, rebel or not, you treat us as your friend." Sam jumped to his feet, a line of tear painted down his powder-blended face. "You are still a friend till the end."

"It doesn't change anything; you protected us," Stell added.

"You guys-"

"Come now," Sol finally spoke, stretching his hand. "We still have to style you as a reminder to Daniel that you are his unforgettable man."

That was when Seongwu's tears broke loose from its cages. He wanted to be seen as a strong figure until their last meeting, but the way they see him and treat him had ticked the tear bomb in Seongwu's heart. He is still the strongest Prime for them. Sol, Sam, and Stell covered him with their farewell embrace.

After an hour of prepping Seongwu, Stell handed him a thick envelope that arrived last night. "What's this?"

"Butler Han had been tasked to relay this to you, supposedly last night. Apparently, it was from Prince Daniel." As Seongwu received the envelope with his two hands, he brushed his fingers on the royal emblem on top once and unsealed it. Folded parchments came overflowing on his lap. He picked one and read:

March 4, 11:11PM
Dearest Seongwu,
I've never written a love letter before, so forgive me if I fail now...
Its too easy to tell you that I love you, but in truth, its much more than that. I want you, Seongwu. I need you.
Ever since I saw you in the halls that night, I was taken aback by how the mere sight of you in night clothes drove my head and my heart racing in an instant. I may always look like in control all the time but when I went back to pardon you from the guards, I thought I'd lose my cool in front of such an angelic creature.
Little did I know you were such a sweet little devil, that knee to my groin will forever be embarked in my unconscious self. It hurt so much that it didn't make me forget you for a week. For months. Every day that I'm living, I shall always think of you.
I've been also thinking of our first kiss. Not that failed attempt. But did I ever tell you how it felt? It wasn't just getting my first kiss; it was getting to have my first kiss with you. I've seen so much, Hyung. I've been all over the planet and traveled as many times yet I never came across anything as painfully beautiful as that kiss. I wish I could catch it in a net or save it in a book, so I could tell the whole world.
How it was like. How it feels when you fall.
I’ve held back so much from you out of fear. I’m afraid that if I show you everything at once, it will overwhelm you, and you’ll run away. I’m afraid that I will make a mistake again, something so huge that you retreat into that silent world of yours. No scolding from Butler Won, no lashing from my father, no isolation in my youth has ever hurt me so much as you separating yourself from me.
I love you. I was afraid to admit it for a long time, but I know it now.
I wish I could find a way to tell you what you’ve become to me.
Seongwu, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a dry, dry day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion. You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that’s all it would manage to do.
This letter is so embarassing. You'll never be reading this. I shall burn this first thing in the morning.
But still, I love you, Seongwu hyung.
Yours forever,
Daniel

"Sir?" He gripped the parchment next to his heart, clutching unto the last piece of hope he has. The pain doubled, tripled. Seongwu started sobbing without any sound. Stell quickly fled to search for a box of tissue.

"Oh no! His makeup!"

These are Daniel's love letters. For me...

And just that thought made Seongwu want to crumble to dust even more.

Chapter 46 Chapter Text

The Main Hall of the Confrontare Mansion was packed. Instead of the king and queen being the focal point of the room, now it was Daniel. On a slightly raised platform, Daniel, Daehwi, Donghyun, Jihoon, and Seongwu sat in an ornate table. The positioning was quite deceitful in Seongwu's opinion. He was at Daniel's innermost right.

He always thought that being somebody's right means something important, an honored position. But judging as to how Daniel was talking to Donghyun and the others the entire time, it was just a lame assumption. It's not as if Seongwu didn't know what was coming.

Seongwu tried to look happy as he surveyed the whole room. Andy, of course, was in the corner of the room, speaking with the camera and narrating the events as if it's already happening.

Sungwoon and Samuel wished to watch the ceremony before they head home and so, there they are. Samuel smiled and waved, and Sungwoon winked at Seongwu. He both gave them a nod, still nervous to speak. Toward the back of the room, in deceptively formal attire, Don Mills, Cheetah, Seonho, and some other rebels sat at a table by themselves. Of course, they would want to witness how their awfully perfect plan unravel once Daniel picks Seongwu as Prime.

Too bad, it was just plain awful of a plan.

The Treehouse members scanned the room intensely, in fear that guards may recognize them and attack. The guards didn't seem to pay attention to them though. In fact, they also seemed to be checking out the event as well, different as to how they were trained to focus their eyes fifty meters away. Some of them looked like they didn't even shave and some appear a little rough. Seongwu brushed the thought away, guessing that even guards were rushed. It was a big event to think of.

Minhyun was standing nearby but was distracted too. He was sipping punch yet his gaze wandered around the room like the guards, but he seemed to be thinking of something. Bothered, as if he has to solve a chemical equation on the spot. Seongwu wished he would look his way, maybe try to communicate wordlessly what he was worried about, but he didn't.

"Trying to arrange a time to meet later?" Daniel asked, Seongwu's head whipping back to answer.

"Of course not."

"It's not like it matters. Daehwi's family will be here in the afternoon and yours will be here to take you home. The queen doesn't like the ultimate loser to be alone." Daniel sounded so cold, so distant. As if he's not Daniel at all.

"You can keep those pajamas with you, but I'd want my letters back."

"I read them all," Seongwu whispered. "I loved them."

"How ridiculous," Daniel huffed as if it was a joke. "Don't know what I was thinking."

"Please don't do this, Daniel. Please. I love you," Seongwu said, face crumpling.

"Don't. You. Dare," The prince said through his gritted teeth. "You put on a smile and you are going to wear that at the very last second."

Seongwu blinked away the tears and tried on a weak smile.

"That'll do. Don't let that slip until you leave the room, understand?" He said as if he's ordering some palace guard.

"I'd be delighted once you're gone."

After spouting those last words, Daniel looked past him to Jihoon and his smile instantly returned. Seongwu stared into his lap for a minute, steadying his breath as he put on a brave face. He doesn't know if he could honor Daniel's last wish. When he brought his eyes up again, Seongwu noticed most of the guards stepped away at some signal he didn't quite catch. Pieces of red fabric were pulled out of their pockets and tied across their foreheads.

He watched in confusion as a red-marked guard marched up to Jihoon and put a bullet straight to his forehead. The screaming and gunfire exploded both at the same time.

There were pained shouts, screeches, bodies hitting the wall and collapsing, and there was a stampede of people trying to escape as fast as they could in their heels and suits. The men shouted as they fired, making the whole thing far more terrifying. Seongwu watched, stunned, seeing death more times in a handful of seconds than ought to be possible. He searched for the king and queen but they were nowhere.

Beside him, Daniel was shoving Daehwi and Donghyun down, under the table. "Get on the floor, now!"

Seongwu turned to Minhyun and was in awe for a moment. The latter had taken down the guy who shot Jihoon. What's more, he has the rifle that The Treehouse was training them to handle. He was on one knee, taking aim, firing deliberately into the crowd. He must have been very sure of his target to do that.

Out of the corner of Seongwu's eye, he saw a red-flicker. A rebel guard was now standing in front of him. He knew it was a good time to run but he was too frozen at the sight of a menacing figure as he raised his gun and directed it to Daniel.

Seongwu looked at Daniel, and the latter looked at him. Seongwu wished he had time to speak, but he turned back to the man.

A look of amusement flashed on the rebel's face. As if he suspected it would be much more entertaining for him and much more painful for Daniel, he slid his gun slightly to his left and aimed it at Seongwu. He didn't even think to scream. Before he could shut his eyes close, Seongwu saw the blur of Daniel's suit coat as he leaped in front of him.

"DANIEL!"

Seongwu fell to his feet, as Daniel's body land motionless on the floor. Before he could even reach Daniel, Minhyun sprinted to the table and pushed over the chair, crashing his body over Seongwu to keep the latter down.

"I got him! Find the king!" The man who fired shouted. There were rejoices and screaming. And a lot more. Some screams would eventually die down to muteness before it can peak. It was sickening, it was pure pandemonium.

"Are you hurt?" Minhyun demanded over the commotion.

Seongwu shook his head, his brain still one second delayed. "Don't move."

Minhyun stood on his stance, firing several more before ducking down again. "I'm going to take these two first before they finally lose it!"

Seongwu understood what Minhyun just said once he picked up both Donghyun and Daehwi. He kept them close as he shot from different angles as if racing with the bullets, and trying to defy death. Once they went out their way, Seongwu hid his back behind the overthrown table, hugging his knees as he listened to the chaos.

It was getting quieter. People may be leaving now. Or dying.

And then he noticed a very still leg lying underneath the tablecloth. Oh God! Daniel!

Seongwu crawled to his elbows swiftly, reaching Daniel under the table who was breathing with great labor. A large red stain across his shirt. There was a wound below his left shoulder, and it looked very critical.

"Oh, Daniel," Seongwu took off his jacket and pressed it on the bullet wound. He winced, biting his lip hard from the sting. "I'm so sorry."

He extended his arm and held Seongwu's face. "No, I'm sorry. I was about to ruin both of our lives."

"Don't talk right now. Just focus, okay?"

"Look at me, Hyung."

Seongwu blinked a few times before lifting his gaze up to Daniel. Through the pain, the blood loss, the line separating him and death, he smiled at Seongwu.

"Break my heart. Break it a thousand times as you like, it was only ever yours to break anyway."

"No, shh."

"I’ll love you until my very last breath. Every beat of my heart is yours. I don’t want to die without you knowing that."

"Listen to me," Seongwu choked. "You are not going to die."

Daniel took off his hand from Seongwu's face and laced it through the latter's hair, to the nape of his neck. The pressure was light but it was enough for Seongwu to know what the prince wanted.

He bent down and kissed Daniel. It was a kiss of all the uncertainty, and of all the hope.

"Don't give up on me, Daniel. I love you, please don't give up." Daniel grunted, breathing shakily. In just a moment, Minhyun ducked under the table and for a second, Seongwu almost squealed to death thinking it was an enemy.

"The two Aces are in the safe room, Your Highness," Minhyun reported, all business-like. "Your turn."

But Daniel shook his head bitterly. "A waste of time. Take him."

"But Prince Dan-"

"You're an ally now; this is an order." He said as forcefully as he could manage. Minhyun and Daniel stared at each other for a moment.

"Understood,"

"No! I won't leave him!" Seongwu insisted.

"You have to," Daniel said, sounding tired.

"Come on, Seongwu. We have to hurry." Minhyun urged.

"I'm not going anywhere!"

Quickly, as if there was enough strength in his body to be fine, Daniel reached up to Minhyun's coat and clutched it in his hands. "He lives. Do you understand me? Whatever it takes, he lives."

Minhyun nodded and pulled Seongwu's hand tighter than any possible.

"NO!" Seongwu cried. "Daniel, please!"

"Be happy," He squeezed Seongwu's hand one last time and let him go with Minhyun dragging him away. Seongwu tried to scream but Minhyun slammed him against the wall, covering his mouth.

"Shut up! They'll hear you. Once I get you sooner to the safe room, the sooner I can come back for him. You do as I say, got it?"

Seongwu settled with a nod. His eyes fell on the pistol next to the lifeless guard's hand. He knelt down quickly and picked up the suppressed pistol, cocking it up the air. Minhyun stepped back seeing Seongwu with a weapon, ready to fire.

"What? I'm also a rebel. I'll fight with you."

Minhyun sighed. "You're really stubborn, huh? Just make sure you check whether it's a friend or a foe you're firing at. You may be a rebel, but this is mayhem."

It was a tense few minutes of ducking into corners and checking safe rooms that were already taken and locked. It seemed that most of the action had moved upstairs or outside because the popping of gunshots and faceless screams were muffled by walls. Still, each time they heard a whisper of a sound, they paused before moving.

"Please, please, please," Minhyun prayed, reaching for the lock near the dead-end. Mercifully, it opened. "God, finally!"

He sighed, pulling back the door, blocking half the hall from view.

"Min, can't I at least fight with you? I don't want to be in here."

"You have to. You need to be safe, for so many people. And... I need you to do something for me."

"What?" He fidgeted.

"If something happens to me... I need you to tell—"

Over his shoulder, a hint of red came from behind the corner at the end of the hall, directing Minhyun. Seongwu raised his gun up quickly and aimed it behind Minhyun, firing the figure to the head. That one is for Jihoon.

Not a second later, Minhyun pushed Seongwu to the safe room and slammed the door, leaving the latter alone in the dark.

Chapter 47 Chapter Text

Seongwu doesn't know how long he sat in there.

He pressed his ear up to the door, praying for a word, a breath, anything. He focused, listening for something that sounded like Daniel’s labored breathing as the latter lay dying underneath the table.

Seongwu pinched his eyes together, begging God to keep Daniel alive. He prayed that the guards would come looking for him, that they wouldn't let him die.

But was it past hope?

He reminisced the paled look of the prince. Even the last squeeze of his hand was weak.

"Be happy."

Silly, how could I ever be happy without you being the reason behind it?

But...

He loved me. He really loved me. And I loved him.

In spite of everything that should have kept them apart—their listings, their mistakes, the world around them—they were supposed to be together. Seongwu should be with Daniel. Especially now, while the prince lay dying. He shouldn’t be hiding.

Ducking behind the bench, Seongwu picked up his pistol and aimed at the lock. Taking a steady, deep breath, he fired. Shot after shot, it hit the door, but never in the same place. After a while, Seongwu got frustrated and stood on his feet, hoping it would help.

Come on!

Seongwu heard the hollow click and just realized that he already used all the bullets and were now stuck at the layers of metal door. Seongwu threw down the gun and ran over to the door. He hit it with all the force of his body could give.

"Move!" Seongwu rammed into it again. "MOVE!"

He hit the door with his fists, accomplishing nothing. “No, no, no! I have to get out!”

The door stood there, silent and severe, mocking Seongwu's heartbreak with its stillness. He slid on the floor, his knees melting to the ground as his tears watered down the dryness of the earth. He knew there was nothing he could do, crying wouldn't unlock the door for him either.

Minhyun could be a lifeless body just a foot away from him. And Daniel... surely, he was gone by then.

Seongwu stretched his legs in front of him and leaned his head against the door.

"If you live," he whispered. "I'll let you call me your dear, your love. I won't complain. I promise."

And then, Seongwu was left to wait.

/*/*/*

After an eternity, Seongwu heard the click of the lock. Someone finally came to get him. He didn’t know if it was a friend or not, so he hurriedly pointed the empty gun at the door. It would at least look intimidating.

The door creaked open, and the light from outside glared in. Seongwu held his aim but had to squint his eyes to do so.

"Don't shoot!" a young, familiar voice said. "You're safe now, Seongwu Hyung."

"Seonho?"

Seongwu slowly lowered his pistol. Seonho looked down the hall, acknowledging the figure approaching. Don Mills stepped into the light, followed closely by a random mansion guard, and then by Andy. Though his suit was practically destroyed, his pin—which Seongwu now realized looked an awful lot like an Autumn Leaf, the symbol of The Treehouse—still hung proudly on his bloody lapel.

No wonder it was too easy for them to slip two rebels into the competition.

"It's over Seal. We got them." Don Mills confirmed.

"Where's Daniel? Is he alive? Did Minhyun make it?" He turned to Andy before looking back at Don Mills.

"A former challenger, tall and he has a rifle. He brought me here, have you seen him?" The words tumbled out too quickly. Seongwu realized he was feeling rather funny, and lightheaded.

"I think he's in shock. Take him to the hospital wing immediately." Andy ordered, and the guard heaved Seongwu and carried him on his back.

"Daniel?" Seongwu asked. No one answered. Or maybe he was already far to be heard. He couldn't remember as he blacked out.

/*/*/*

When Seongwu woke up, he was on a cot. He sat up with difficulty. The cuts on his arm still stung but it was clean already; his sprain was wrapped tidy - he was safe. He looked around for clues where he was, and it seemed to be an isolation room. He knew he couldn't stay there. Seongwu needed answers.

He opened the door and discovered why he was isolated. The hospital wing was packed. Some of the less injured were placed two in a bed, and others were lying on a mat on the floor between them. It was easy to tell that the worst were in beds toward the back of the room. Despite the number of people, the place was remarkably tranquil.

Seongwu scanned the area, looking for familiar faces. Was it good not to find them here? What did that mean?

He started losing hope as the crowd started to thin. Daniel wasn’t there.

If he was, he’d have a swarm of people around him, jumping to meet his aid. Seongwu saw a guard and approached him. His face had a scar from what looks like a knife slice.

“Is the prince down here somewhere?”

Somberly, he shook his head.

“Oh.”

It was a bullet piercing through Seongwu once again, taking his breath away. Yet, a bullet wound and a broken heart would seem like two different injuries. But he felt himself bleeding out just as Daniel had. No amount of pressure or stitching would ever fix him; nothing would ever stop the ache.

Seongwu fought his scream, though it felt as if it was already happening inside him. He just let the tears fall. It didn’t wash anything away, but it felt promising.

Nothing will ever replace you, Daniel...

“Bro?"

Seongwu turned and saw a bandaged figure in one of the last beds in the wing. Minhyun.

His breathing hitched as he ran weakly and wobbling towards the friend he thought he'd lost in this war. His head was bandaged, and there were bloodstains through it. His chest was bare and was bruised in several places, but the worst part was his leg.

"What happened?"

"I'd rather not relive the details. I think I got at least six of them before they got me on the leg. The doctor says I'll have to practice walking on a cane for a year."

"Oh god," A tear continued silently on Seongwu's cheek. He was so grateful and scared and despairing, he couldn't help it.

"Don't cry. I made it out long enough, thanks to you." Minhyun wiped the tear away from Seongwu's sad, sad face. "You saved my life, Seongwu. Thank you."

Seongwu felt more warm tears swelling, he wiped and fanned them out. "Dummy, it was you who saved me. You always have. It's about time I pay my debts."

"Well," Minhyun smiled. "I do have the traits of being a knight-in-shining-armor."

"How thick can you get?" They both chuckled lightly.

"Bro, listen to me," Minhyun then shifted to a more serious tone. "It's my instinct to fight for you and when I said I have always loved you, I meant that. But it took me a long time to realize that you don't see me as your hero. That no matter how many times I come to your rescue, you will always be looking the other way - not mine. You'll always have a piece of my heart, Seongwu, but I'm not in love with you anymore."

Seongwu stared at him, confounded.

"I think sometimes that you still need me or want me, but I don’t know if that’s right. You deserve better than just having me as a rebound guy." Minhyun put his hand over Seongwu's and squeezed it gently. "I hate to see you so pained but I might mistake pity for love. And pitying someone is not loving them."

"And you deserve something more than just someone I settle for," Seongwu sighed.

"Please don't be mad."

"I’m not. It’s good to know you’re not mad at me. Even if he is dead, I still love him." Minhyun’s forehead was rumpled.

"Who’s dead?"

"Daniel," Seongwu breathed, ready to cry again. There was a pause.

"Daniel’s not dead."

"What?! But the guard said he's not here and -"

"Of course he's not here. He's the king. He's recovering in his own room." Seongwu lunged to hug him, and Minhyun yow-ed at the impact of his embrace, but the latter was too ecstatic to be cautious.

"Wait, the king died?"

"And the queen too." Seongwu shuddered and sank on the floor. "No."

"Actually, if it weren't for the backup Southerners who came, The Treehouse and the guards could have all been gone by now. Those damned Northern rebels."

Seongwu was still putting the pieces together when the opening door disturbed the quiet murmurs in the wing. A worried face surveyed the room, which Seongwu recognized immediately. Before he could call him out, Minhyun did. "Jjaeni!"

He cried, sitting up. Although it looked painful for him to do so, there was no sign o hurt on his face. What did he... Jjaeni?

"Minnie!" Jaehwan gasped and ran across the wing, zigzagging over the people like a ninja. He fell into Minhyun's arms and kissed his face over and over. Did he say, Minnie?

While Minhyun grunted when Seongwu hugged him, it was clear that at that moment, he was feeling nothing but pure happiness.

"Oh my god, I was so worried! I came here as fast as I could. How bad are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, what about you? Do you need to see a doctor?"

"No, just a light scratch. I didn't even have a chance to shoot anyone since your lady boss had some Southern rebels as nurses." Jaehwan promised. He ran his fingers through Minhyun's locks, focusing only on the latter. "I was just so worried about you."

Minhyun stared at Jaehwan's eyes with such deep devotion. "Now that you're here, everything's all right."

He stroked Jaehwan's face, rubbing the specks of gray dust on the latter's face. Minhyun placed his hands on the back of Jaehwan's neck, reeling him in for a sweet forehead kiss.

They were so lost in each other that they didn’t notice Seongwu walk away, heading off to find the one person he really wanted to see.

/*/*/*

As Seongwu left the chambers of the hospital wing, he got a first look at the Confrontare mansion. The destruction was difficult to process.

Ruined paintings and portraits, blown parts of the wall, broken window glasses shattered on the floor, shimmering hopefully under the streak of sunlight, and red stains on the carpet that reminded him of just how close they were to the brink of death.

He started upstairs. A row of guards stood here and there. If Seongwu had to, maybe he’d call out to him.

Maybe the prince would show up and tell the guards to let him pass... just like the night they met.

The door to Daniel's room was open and people buzzed in and out, bringing in papers or taking away platters. As Seongwu got closer, one of the guards noticed him. The guard squinted, as if double-checking if it was Seongwu who he thought he was. Another one recognized him too until one by one, the guards bowed to him reverently.

"He's been waiting for you, sir."

He tried to be someone worthy of honor, so Seongwu stood more upright as he entered, despite the bandages and healing ankle sprain. Seongwu nodded gently.

Daniel was on his bed, the left side of his chest padded with gauze under his plain cotton shirt. His left arm was in a sling, and he used his right to hold up the paper some adviser was explaining to him. He looked so normal there, dressed down, hair a mess. But at the same time, he looked so much more than he had been before.

He was clearly being the king.

“Your Majesty,” Seongwu breathed, as he slowly looked at Daniel, he saw a quiet smile.

"Set the papers here, Seokhoon. Would everyone please leave the room? I need to speak with the gentleman." Everyone circling around him bowed and headed toward the hall. Seokhoon placed the papers on Daniel's bedside table, and as he passed, he gave a double thumbs-up to Seongwu. He waited until the door closed before he moved.

"I'm so sorry about your parents."

"It still seems surreal," Daniel said, patting the side of the bed for Seongwu to sit on. "I imagine that any minute now both of them will come rushing in here to check on me."

Daniel reached out his hand to Seongwu's. The latter took it as a good sign and held Daniel's hand back. "Mom tried to save him. A guard told me a rebel had my father in his sights, but she ran behind him. She went down first, but they got Father immediately after."

He shook his head. "She was always selfless. To her very last breath."

"You shouldn’t be so surprised. You’re a lot like her."

"Nah, I’ll never be quite as good as her. I’m going to miss her so much." Seongwu rubbed his hand.

"At least you’re safe," he said, not looking into Seongwu's eyes but smiling reassuredly. "At least there’s that."

There was a long interlude of silence before Daniel continued on.

"There’s something I want to show you," he suddenly announced. "Mind you, it’s a bit jumbled, but I think you’ll like it. Open the drawer here," he instructed.

Seongwu pulled out the drawer in Daniel's bedside table, noticing a pile of typed papers popping out. He eyed the latter in a questioning look, but he just nodded him to read it through. Seongwu started reading the document. Then he reread. And again, surely he might be mistaken.

"This is... you're going to dissolve the listings?"

"That's the plan. And possibly, revise the whole constitution for a parliamentary government," he answered, smiling. "I don't want you to get too excited. This will take a long time, but we'll be able to get there."

"You see, I plan to start eliminating beyond F's and with some construction, they'll be absorbed to the E's," Daniel said, pointing to a paragraph in the document. "I know it's going to be a lot tricky, not to mention the stigma that comes along with the letters, we need to get rid of that somehow."

Seongwu was awestruck. All his life, he was wearing his social listing like a piece of clothing. But in his hands, he holds something that would erase the invisible line that was drawn between worlds.

"I want you to know that this is all because of you. Since the day you called me in the hallways and told me about being hungry, I’ve been working on this." Daniel stared into Seongwu's eyes.

"Of all the things I wanted to do for my country, this wouldn't have crossed my mind if I hadn't met you." Seongwu took a breath and gazed back again on the papers. He remembered his mother, Seoyu, and his father, who tirelessly work for them just to pay their debts. He remembered Sungwoon and the other challengers who've undergone worse than his family. This is the change.

A new country of Korea.

"Oh, and there's one more thing," Daniel hesitantly said, as Seongwu watch him move to his bedside drawer. Then suddenly, on top of the papers, Daniel slid over an open box with a ring resting in it, shining in the light cascading through his windows.

"I've been sleeping with that darn thing under my pillow," he said, playfully irritated. Seongwu was too stunned to speak as his sight was all glued to the magnificent golden ring, shaped after a crown with tiny emeralds dotting around each point.

Daniel must've read the question in Seongwu's eyes, but he had a different way to address it.

"Do you like it?" Seongwu opened his mouth several times to try and say something. All he could manage to do was smile, blink back tears, and nod. Daniel looked proud and shy at the same time, then cleared his throat.

“Twice now I’ve tried to do this on a grand scale and failed spectacularly. As it is, I can’t even get on one knee. I hope you won’t mind if I just confess to you plainly." Seongwu nodded, still at lost with words in his entire body. Daniel swallowed and shrugged his uninjured shoulder.

"I love you."

They both gazed at each other, quietly. Hearts pounding loud and clear, syncing with one another. "I should have told you that. Well, I think simply saying that 'I like you' was a poor understatement. Forgive me for that stupid mistake."

Daniel's lips gradually curved up into a smile. "Then again, I think it's those obstacles we faced that made me love you so deeply."

"What I said was true. My heart is only yours to break. I'd rather die than see you in pain. At the moment I was hit, as I fell lying to the floor, all I could think about was you." Daniel had to stop, gulping back the lump in his throat. Seongwu saw the latter was on the verge of tearing up as well.

"In those seconds, I was already mourning everything that I lost. How I'd never get to hold your hand every first snow, how I'd never hear your voice making jokes at our dinner table, and how I'd never see your face beside me every time I wake up each day. But if me dying meant you living, how could that be anything but good?"

With that, Seongwu lost his control and his tears came earnestly. How had he never felt this feeling of being loved up to that very moment? Nothing had come close to this feeling that radiates his heart, wherein every inch of him felt absolute warmth.

"Seongwu Hyung," Daniel sang sweetly, forcing Seongwu to wipe his eyes and look at him. "I know you see a king here, but let me be clear. This is not a command. This is a sincere request of mine. I beg you; make me the happiest man alive. Please do me an honor of becoming my dear and my love for life."

Where Seongwu's voice failed, his body succeeded. He crawled into Daniel’s arms, holding on to him tightly, certain that nothing could ever pull them apart. This time, it was Seongwu who kissed Daniel first. The latter felt his life settle into place. And Seongwu had found everything he’d ever wanted—things he didn’t even know he was looking for—here in the same arms he'd poke fun but adore even more.

And if Daniel needed him to stand by his side, someone to hold, then he'd gladly take on the world with Daniel.

It seemed too soon that their kiss slowed, and Seongwu pulled back to look into Daniel's eyes. He saw it in his face.

I'm home...

And he finally found his voice.

“Yes.”

[FIN]

*Epilogue in Ch. 48

Chapter 48: EPILOGUE

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Coronation Day

A breeze blew inside the palace windows making the vibrant royal blue curtains dance. In a matter of fifteen days, the Blue Palace was back to its pristine form. Double knocks were heard outside Daniel's room.

"Hey, Dan?"

"Hey." Daniel fixed his bow tie in front of the mirror.

"Big day today. Ministers Kim and Lee wanted to extend their congratulations," Daniel sucked air through his teeth. Seems like not everyone was following the program.

"Also, Seongwu's family is being assisted by Butler Han to the venue," Jonghyun let himself in, softly walking behind his white besuited best friend.

"Nervous, aren't you?"

Daniel turned with his signature condescending smirk. "Me? The King, nervous? There's no such thing, Prime Minister."

"Please, that crown of yours has no match for your husband."

The smile melted immediately into a very anxious look. Right after he make his vow to the country, he'll be vowing his life to his love.

"Very well, I'll see you later, Your Majesty." Daniel nodded.

The prince stared at himself in front of the mirror, probably imagining the weight of the crown that will sit on his head.

He knew it was time. It didn't occur to him how disappointingly sad it was without his parents. But, he's already there. His plans are set and the changes are now taking place.

No more listings.

No more Confrontare.

No more people hungry and discriminated against.

It was a surreal day. He didn't know his dreams were capable of happening.

Mom, Dad... I hope that you keep watch of my journey. Please, be happy...

With one final finger-comb, he grabbed his sash and a piece of paper from his desk and went out. By the time he returns, life will never be the same for Daniel.

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He tried not to shake, but it was impossible. Today's the grand day.

"You look marvelous as ever, son." It was Seongwu's Mom. She came to Seongwu and aligned the corsage on his lapel. Butler Han approached with Seoyu hanging her hand on the elder's arm, struggling with her bridal dress and stilettos.

"Cheers to my champ! You just won the greatest prize above all," Seoyu nudged his brother, mischievously grinning.

"I'm more concerned whether you're a coronation witness or the one to wed the king." Seongwu rolled his eyes.

"Relax! You keep your man. Plus, I heard Samuel's somewhere here. I'd better go check, see ya brother!" She flew him a kiss and rushed inside the venue. Seongwu could only shake his head.

"Goodness! Am I late?" Running with beady sweats and unruly tie, was Seongwu's Dad.

"Dad!" Two days when Daniel was able to get back to his feet, he personally worked on Seongwu's Dad's papers so that he can smoothly fly back to his family. Upon hearing that, Seongwu lunged himself to Daniel, leaving a purple bruise on the latter's chin.

"Honey, you look a mess! Here, let me fix that,"

"Oh no, it's our queue!" Seongwu's Dad swooped his wife's arm and clung it unto his. "Nice clothes, son. I'm so proud."

"Always remember, Seongwu. You are our family's Prime." His mom said before she and his dad entered.

Seongwu inhaled his tears back. No, he can't shed a tear now. Save the drama for later.

"Hey bro,"

"Hi, Seongwu!"

"Minhyun! Jaehwan!" Seongwu greeted them with a bright smile. Seeing the happy couple helped him lit up his mood. "You came!"

"Of course, we wouldn't miss the wedding of the century." Jaehwan giggled.

"You look stunning Seongwu, very regal."

"Thanks, Minhyun." He nodded once to his best friend before the two congratulated him and entered the venue, their white hand gloves intertwined.

"Ong!" From the back, another figure jumped out in front of him. It was Sungwoon. "I meant, Your Highness."

Hearing that name made Seongwu flinched. He still couldn't believe he'd earn that address for his life. "I'm still not used to be called like that."

"Oh, you'd better be. Besides the wedding, I'd like to congratulate you on picking a gorgeous black tux for me. It really matches my style."

Seongwu chuckled. "Anything for the best man."

"Well, then let's get going!"

The moment Sungwoon walked the aisle, it was Seongwu's turn next. He fixed the deep, red bow sitting on his collar and stride. Everybody else in the room stared at him, but his eyes were only fixated on who's waiting in front.

Daniel.

Beyond an ocean of black suit, Daniel stood out in his elegant all-white tuxedo, red sash, and numerous medals hanging on his chest. A king's uniform and an extravagant crown. Yet what Seongwu noticed most is the smile he was wearing. It didn't belong to a king. It was Daniel's. And that reminded Seongwu that he wasn't an outcast in the room of royals and riches. He's home.

Daniel is home.

He noticed his three butlers - Sol, Sam, and Stell - smiling and crying behind the king. That sight made the scene less of a tear-jerker.

"Hello my love," Daniel whispered as soon as Seongwu reached him. The latter chuckled.

"Don't start,"

They locked their hands with one another as they faced the wedding official. Daniel and Seongwu gave each other a smile.

This is not their happy ending.

It was only the beginning of a lifetime journey, together.

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Also, I'd like to credit Kiera Cass's The Selection series for inspiring me to come up with this Ongniel story. (Read it guys, such a masterpiece)

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wannalight on Chapter 1 Sat 03 Nov 2018 03:14PM UTC

Looking forward for the next chapter ! :)

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hareminwonderland_10969 on Chapter 3 Sat 03 Nov 2018 02:08PM UTC

its not finish already i hope? since it said 3/3?

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1. unnieque_9596 on Chapter 3 Sat 03 Nov 2018 04:06PM UTC
  
  Nope, not yet. It still has a long way to go :-))
  
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hareminwonderland_10969 on Chapter 5 Sun 04 Nov 2018 02:33PM UTC

hmmMMMMmmmMMMMmmmm inch resting

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kleos13 on Chapter 15 Fri 01 May 2020 06:11AM UTC

Hi! I’m really loving this story but I’m really confused about something. You probably explained it but I don’t remember. Would you mind telling me what exactly a Prime is? I understand that Daniel can chose any of the men to work under him and that if one of them beats Daniel they get a wish granted. However, Daniel also has to choose a Prime, right? What exactly will they do and what do they get. And does he choose one at every Confrontare?
Sorry for all the questions!
Thanks for writing this amazing story 💕

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1. unnieque_9596 on Chapter 15 Mon 11 May 2020 02:57PM UTC
  
  Hello! I'm sorry for my late reply. :--((
  So, a Prime is someone who wins the Confrontare. Either by being personally picked out or successfully winning the challenge/s against the prince. He can choose any favor to be granted (but most of the time it's to work for the Royal family). But technically, even if an Ace wins a challenge or not, its all up to the prince's mood on what to decide. Winning challenges is just like proving why you should be picked as Prime.
  And yes, the prince gets to choose a Prime at every Confrontare.
  Hope I answered your queries well. Thank you!!
  
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hareminwonderland_10969 on Chapter 17 Sun 01 Mar 2020 07:37AM UTC

yeah, on what??? hsnsjsama

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BugHwi on Chapter 18 Fri 27 Mar 2020 10:13AM UTC

The "How are you enjoying the food?" conversation is one of my favorites from the book! Thanks for adding it 😁

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hareminwonderland_10969 on Chapter 20 Tue 10 Mar 2020 11:08PM UTC

your what? 🤣

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meanttobeOng on Chapter 20 Wed 11 Mar 2020 01:48AM UTC

I hope you'll continue this story 😍😍😍 this is sooooo interesting 💖💖💖

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hareminwonderland_10969 on Chapter 21 Wed 11 Mar 2020 07:31AM UTC

that’s so sweet 🥺

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meanttobeOng on Chapter 24 Wed 11 Mar 2020 05:25PM UTC

You update a lot i love it 😍😍😍

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meanttobeOng on Chapter 28 Thu 12 Mar 2020 05:17PM UTC

This is getting lovelier 💕

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meanttobeOng on Chapter 35 Sat 14 Mar 2020 07:55PM UTC

I wanted to give this another kudos tho 🥺

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1. unnieque_9596 on Chapter 35 Sun 15 Mar 2020 12:15AM UTC
  
  hi! thank you so much for your support! though, really appreciate your comments! ^_^
  
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2. 1. meanttobeOng on Chapter 35 Thu 19 Mar 2020 07:30PM UTC
    
    Uwu i got a reply from the author 🙈😍 thank you more for breathing out this story tho 🥰🥰🥰
    
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hareminwonderland_10969 on Chapter 38 Tue 17 Mar 2020 10:26AM UTC

😳🥺🥰

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meanttobeOng on Chapter 38 Wed 18 Mar 2020 07:15PM UTC

So i really had to stop when the first kiss happened, then when the confession came i nearly jumped out of my bed 😭😭😭
"Because I found home in you." THAT WAS SOOOOOO SWEET OH PLEASE 🤧🤧🤧💓💓💓
I can't stop reading the last part 🥺 when will the next chapter be up? Huhu 😭😭😭💓💓💓

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1. unnieque_9596 on Chapter 38 Thu 19 Mar 2020 09:00AM UTC
  
  hi there! I'll try to update as soon as I can, I'm just accomplishing tasks from school. Thank you for your comments! <3 uWu
  
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2. 1. meanttobeOng on Chapter 38 Thu 19 Mar 2020 07:36PM UTC
    
    Oh nooo don't be pressured i hope i don't sound demanding 😅 just take your time 😊😊😊 but really thankful and excited for your frequent updates 🥰🥰🥰
    
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hareminwonderland_10969 on Chapter 39 Thu 19 Mar 2020 03:47PM UTC

*GASP* I KINDA KNEW IT 😩🙃 oh minnie :((

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meanttobeOng on Chapter 39 Thu 19 Mar 2020 07:25PM UTC

I saw it coming but UGGGGH ~ be strong my ongniel 🥺💘

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hareminwonderland_10969 on Chapter 41 Sat 21 Mar 2020 04:54PM UTC

seongwu please don’t be too weak just bc you have feelings for him :/
is it bad that i’m kinda rooting for onghwang now? ><

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Car_Swag_27 (Guest) on Chapter 44 Thu 26 Mar 2020 06:05AM UTC

Waahhh.. the finsl chapter would be so exciting... i'n so damn hurt for seungwoo on this chapter 😭😭😭

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meanttobeOng on Chapter 44 Fri 27 Mar 2020 09:12PM UTC

FUCK YOU PRINCE DANIEL. THAT'S ALL THANK YOU.

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meanttobeOng on Chapter 44 Fri 27 Mar 2020 09:19PM UTC

Im so sad tho :( will they still be the end game? With the way they are in this chapter its most likely not huhu TTT Seongwu's too angry now bet he'll just deliver the Prince's head in a silver platter to the Tree House TTT but I'm still hoping for a miracle :'(

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