↑ This right here is Youjin for the people who do not know him~

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Hongjoong awoke in heaven.

No he did not die, not yet. At least he hoped so. So far there was no reason to know whether he actually died or not.

However he certainly would believe anybody walking in right now that they were an angel and Hongjoong was in heaven here. The first thing he had noticed was the smell. All around him there were flowers laid out, dahlias in all sizes and colours. His head was framed by white ones, their soft petals tickling his nose. Around his body the colours mixed, ranging all over the spectrum and their sweet aroma filled Hongjoong's nose, captured him before he even got to taking a look around.

For a long moment he just laid there, basking in their sweet embrace before he opened his eyes again and sitting up, so very careful not to crush anything.

The room he was staying in was stunning.

It was by no means simple, it's luxury more fitting for a prince and it was in no way comparable to the other royal homes he had seen so far.

There were heavy pieces of teak furniture standing around, their exterior garnished with ornate designs made of what seemed like heavy gold. The floor was made of black marble - or whatever was the equivalent to it in the fae realm - and laid out with soft fur carpets. There was one door leading outside to the right of his huge bed, a heavy closed curtain hanging in front of a window to his left. It was illuminated by a soft light glowing through the golden fabric and Hongjoong swallowed heavily as he took in the massive chandelier above the billowing curtains draped over the posts of his bed.

He was frozen in fear, having no clue where he was or what he was supposed to do in this dark marble room. It would probably cost his life if he touched something.

Not once had Hongjoong ever seen this much riches before. While he had once seen a royal carriage travelling in a city he too was visiting, even that seemed not as lavish as this room.

Hongjoong's eyes were probably as big as saucers and when a soft knock sounded on his door he nearly jumped fully out of his skin.

In a stupid act of defense Hongjoong grabbed a flower, a white one, and pressed it closely to his chest.

"Y-Yeah?"

A soft chuckle sounded from the other side of the door.

"May I come in? I wish no harm."

Hongjoong did not recognize the voice and really how would he. But this kidnapping had been fairly more pleasant than the other one and he was willing to give it a try.

"Of course, this is not my home, you know?"

The door opened a bit and an unfamiliar man peeked in, his face lit up in a sunny smile. Hongjoong saw dimples and he was gone for.

"I like your humor already. How do you feel, everything fine with you? I tended to that injury of yours." The stranger stepped fully into the room and Hongjoong forgot about his shoulder, taking a moment to scrutinize the man. He had ashy blonde hair, his skin a slightly darker shade of gray. He had the heavy horns of a ram sprouting on his head, looking much too big and intimidating for Hongjoong's liking.

However he seemed about as tall as Hongjoong himself and his hands were folded in front of his body in a patient gesture. Hongjoong stared a bit more at the sheer and cropped top the other was wearing, the shadow of his long legs showing through the similarily long flowy pants with slits up until his hip. Golden accessoires decorated him, glinting on his ears, neck and bellybutton and Hongjoong could also count multiple rings on his rigged horns and fingers.

The man was stunning even if a bit scandalously dressed. At least the most important part was decent.

"I feel well. I take it you took me here?" Hongjoong blinked slowly and lifted his gaze to the other's amber eyes, seeing them glint mischievously. However he did not comment on Hongjoong's obviously flickering eyes.

"We met in that forest, yes. My name is San and I'm absolutely delighted to greet you here." The man bowed exaggeratedly, his long sleeves swishing through the air and Hongjoong was amazed again.

"Ah, that was you? Where is here?"

San stood up again, offering a hand towards Hongjoong.

"Want to find out?"

Hongjoong was a bit suspicious, just staring at the hand at first as if it was an offending object. But at the end he just shrugged and took it.

What else would he do?

The boy was absolutely pleased by Hongjoong's decision, pulling him close to tuck their arms together. The boy was warm and his bare feet did not seem to feel cold on the marble, making Hongjoong wonder again.

"I must say the elven's clothes fit you quite well. I would have nearly mistaken you for one of them yesterday. But you looked way too nice."

Hongjoong had to laugh, quietly thanking San as he opened the door for them. He could see the warmth shining in the other's eyes and blushed a bit. Why was that guy so fond of him already?

"This is Neheg by the way. The Castle of Neheg."

So it truly was a castle. Even if Hongjoong had no idea what to make out of that name. He was not particularly knowing of the places here.

Hongjoong just nodded, following San through a marble floor where there were paintings lining the walls left and right, paintings of landscapes, flowers - very many flowers - or animals. Not a single person in sight.

San was idly chattering about how he took Hongjoong and the pretty horse here but the horse immediately fled from him afterwards, how he redressed Hongjoong's wounds and looked after him over the night.

While Hongjoong was thankful, he was also just listening with only one ear. He still needed answers, concentrated on his surroundings.

San took him downstairs after they passed multiple other rooms that were apparently arranged in a square around what Hongjoong assumed was a tower. There was one staircase leading upstairs from here and they took the one down, soon emerging into a small hall. There were even more rooms and corridors going from here but San was insistently pulling him towards a big, golden and heavy door. They entered after a single knock and were standing in a throne room.

Hongjoong gasped softly at tall marble pillars holding the vaulted roof high above them, six of them leading to a heavy black and golden throne. The middle of the room was lowered a bit, three small steps leading to the pool in the middle. The pillars and throne stood like dark guards above that pool, looming over whichever unlucky soul that found itself there.

There were no windows, just black walls and powerful arches above them, capturing Hongjoong in their simplicy.

His eyes quickly fell to the man on the throne, lounging around with spread legs, one thrown carelessly over an armrest. He supported his head with mighty horns on it on his closed fist, his eyes closed as he rested in a picture of absolute power.

And Hongjoong's soft noise echoed through the grand hall, making him open his eyes surprisedly.

Their gazes met and the other man lifted his head a bit, while Hongjoong disentangled himself from San, breaking out into a run.

There were only about 20 meters between them but it still felt like an eternity until Hongjoong finally crashed into the other's outstrechted arms, immediately sinking into his lap. His body was familiar and his warmth enclosed Hongjoong so homely as they hugged for a long moment.

"It was you! I should have known but it never crossed my thoughts!" Hongjoong lifted his hand to tuck the white dahlia in his hand behind Youjin's ear, relishing in the man's soft laughter.

A small kiss was pressed to Hongjoong's lips and Youjin wanted to pull back, wanted to explain himself, put Hongjoong caught him again, his heart bursting with the sweetness of their reunion. They got lost, only parting again when Youjin pushed Hongjoong back gently.

"Oh, my beloved snowflake, how I missed you. I wanted to come get you but I could not do so. Have you been well without me? I knew it would be hard on you but I feared even more for you after San told me what happened." Youjin's voice was soft again, soft and sweet just like the smell of the dahlia behind his ear. The flower suited him.

Hongjoong cuddled up close to the other man, letting himself be embraced.

"I spent my time waiting for you, for some kind of signal that you were searching for me. The elven prince was an absolute douche. I'm glad to be here."

Youjin lifted Hongjoong's head again with a quiet hum, his eyes concernedly taking in the sight of Hongjoong's bruised neck.

"It's alright now. Nobody will hurt you here and I can explain everything to you."

Hongjoong contendly snuggled closer.