As Felix helped the prince dress for his last ball he notices the boy's empty eyes stare into nothing, his usually warm skin now cold, for soil was seldom hot, his body had begun to become earth to his personal little garden. Hyunjin looked so gorgeous so gorgeous, like he were a painting himself. With his long hair styled with his crown sitting proudly on the soft strands. His parents hoped for a wife perhaps a husband for their only child, the future king alas little did they know he was a walking ruin, a fossil that'll forever freeze to be.

"The white one." Hyunjin pointed at his best attire.

"Hyunjin please no." Felix whispered as he handed it to his best friend.

Hyunjin smiles his expression forced yet honest. He lets the expensive ivory satin adorn his slender body that now carried its own botanical treasures. He's worn a face chain on Felix insistence once again, he's been told it enhances his facial beauty. So here he was descending his royal stairs, his mentle train with his royal symbol fastened to his shoulder epaulette he steals the whole evening. Every man and woman had their eyes on him but he had his on Minho. His first love and probably the last. Minho lends his arm so Hyunjin can loop his through.

"What a perfect couple." Someone hushed away making Hyunjin blush in hidden pain.

"May I have your first dance your highness?" Chan the kingdoms most wealthiest Duke asks and Hyunjin bowed with a polite yes.

Minho stands beside Changbin with a rather sad face, the younger misreading it to the loss of Jisung. Speak of the devil and he'd arrive they say, Jisung enters pale nothing like Hyunjin, his usual bubbly personality seemed under water like he were drowning with no reason to stay alive. He makes his way towards Minho for he's always known only him.

"May I have this dance darling?" Minho offers as Jisung takes it giggling  thought it had no energy.

Instructional music sway each couple around a beautiful ball room with every prince, Princesses and nobles across the world. Jisung heart sinks when Minho's eyes stay fixated on Hyunjin as they dance crossing paths. Anyone present would see how much they loved one another, secretly yearning for the other but never having the courage to say so. Once the dance is over Jisung finds himself kissing his man but he tastes those feelings meant for another rather bitterly.

"Minho let's call off the wedd-" Jisung's words are stopped when a young man offers him a dance and being the nice gentleman he is he agrees to dance.

While standing beside Changbin once again with a frown, trying to figure out if Jisung didn't love him anymore to even think of calling off an alliance they been inclined to since infancy. While deep in thought his eyes fall on those of Hyunjin's, so full of something he couldn't quite figure out. His heart beats irregular like though it's counted very agonisingly slow as he gulps.

"Do ask him out Minho. How long are you planning on hiding your feelings?" Changbin snaps him out of his trance.

"Feelings? Changbin what are you trying to imply?" Minho speaks with nervousness clouding his whole mind.

"You've always wanted to dance with him, so ask him. I know you love Jisung but I think there's something more to this." He sighs as he leaves his friend to figure out himself.

Collecting his scattered courage he matches toward the gorgeous prince who was bowing to the partner he danced with. Minho holds his hand and Hyunjin turns to him in familiarity as the younger faces his knight. He's such a handsome mess Hyunjin wanted to paint him all his life.

"D-Dance with me." Minho mumbles and Hyunjin nods smiling, his body slowly slipping into numbness as he's lead across the vast ballroom. People whisper for the last dance was danced by the person the prince or Princesses chooses to be their significant other. Jisung just stands in unbearable torture as his bones turn brittle, as stems tear open his skin, thorns stab his heart and blood turns his flowers lifeline.

Hyunjin stares with everybit of love for Minho, his pretty dark orbs glistening with tears as they move in grace, strong arms hold his waist and arm as Hyunjin has one arm wrapped around his knights neck. Tears spill slowly as if time stopped spinning, splashing down like crystallized crystals only to shatter soundlessly the shards slicing through Jisung's heart. As Minho realises that he's always found Hyunjin beautiful, he felt nervous when he'd look the prince in the eyes and couldn't maintain eye contact longer than a second. He was constantly worried and hated anyone near the boy, Hyunjin occupied his mind all the time, morning, afternoon and night. If he hurts Minho hurts. It was always Hyunjin and not Jisung.

"Minho........I love you." Hyunjin confesses not beating around the bushes, as his heart stops, his body runs cold as he slowly slips into a state of slow death sleep until he'd perish. It was too late they had lost Hyunjin. Minho had lost Hyunjin.

"Hyunjin......Hyunjin?!" Minho shakes terrified by how Hyunjin was turning cold and pale as he coughs up a blue and black rose.

"Hyunjin please." He mumbles. "I...... I'm in love with you too please what's happening to you?!" Minho panics as the beauty boy presses his lips onto Minho with a faint smile before collapsing in his arms, the stems start growing in haste as everyone in the kingdom witness their beloved prince die in the arms of his first love for love. The blood curdling scream Minho let's out deafens everyone, he breaks down crying hugging Hyunjin close to his chest. His love for the boy overwhelms flooding his heart like an avalanche, alas Hyunjin could no longer feel or hear his confessions even if it were cried as loud as a battle cry. Jisung tears off his root coughing out blood as it spills upon Hyunjin's red roses but only more and more grow.