Everything happens quickly once they've got their plan, Yeosang continues taking lessons from his friends on how to control his magic. He's still not exactly confident but the others are constantly praising him and shocked at how good he is with such little time. Though they don't have all the time in the world, there are two weeks left until Wooyoung's coronation and they still don't have a solid following.

San and Jongho had told them about the secret group that knows about all of this. At first, Yeosang couldn't believe it- there were people who knew about it all this time, who knew that he exists. Of course everyone else had been shocked but excited too, it gave them a lot of hope. They have yet to meet them though, communicating with this group is key, they need to make sure they will support them on the coronation day.

Wooyoung holds Yeosang's hand as they all walk to Hongjoong and Seonghwa's stall, where the pair will take them to Hongjoong's brother's hideout. Wooyoung and Yeosang both have masks on to hide their identities but the rest just roam freely.

This is a nerve wracking event for Yeosang, never has he ever interacted with this many people, it's way out of his comfort zone. Wooyoung seems to catch on to his nervousness as he squeezes his hand. "I know I shouldn't tell you not to worry, after all you've been through when interacting with people- it's okay to be scared. I will never take you somewhere where I think you'll get hurt. These people won't harm you, they want to help".

Wooyoung comforts him, finishing off with a soft peck on his cheek when no one is looking, Yeosang calms down a bit. Maybe it's because he has hearts as his marks but Wooyoung is incredibly good at reading Yeosang's emotions, he's always thought he's good at hiding them but the prince can read him like an open book.

Even though he knows these people are good and on their side, Yeosang can't help but imagine the worst. Being in a room full of strangers with their marks and magic (even though he has magic now) Yeosang just imagines them looking at him in disgust. They might change their mind after looking at him, even though they're red marked they might get a sense of authority and treat him like dirt.

His friends also notice his silence throughout the journey and Mingi pats his back. "We're with you all the way Yeosang, it's okay if you're anxious, one word from you and we're out of there okay?"

Yeosang nods and Jongho also shouts from in front of him. "Yeah, and if anyone tries anything, Yunho hyung and I will knock them out!"

Yeosang laughs out a thanks, feeling a little lighter now that everyone has reassured him that it'll be okay. He looks at Jongho in front of him and his eyes trail down to his hand that is in San's pocket, the pair holding hands. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to the sight.

Two weeks ago when the both of them went to Seonghwa and Hongjoong, they had come back all flustered. Yeosang just assumed it was because of what they found out, reporting the thing they heard from the hyungs with urgency. He had thought nothing of it at first until a few days later he saw them kissing.

Yeosang had been so shocked at first. They had the audacity to come and give him lessons then make out on his front porch as they were leaving. The pair were so flustered back then but after Yeosang found out they ended up telling the rest and now they have no problem holding hands around them. Wooyoung had been so happy for them when he found out, claiming he knew this was going to happen from the first day they met.

Yeosang thinks they look really cute together, he's never seen Jongho act cute and soft before, maybe he likes San taking care of him. The younger had told him that he'd been working since he was really young since their family were barely getting by. He had to mature and grow up too early, while kids his age were playing in the fields, Jongho had to help out and work at the stall since his parents couldn't afford to employ anyone. Yeosang definitely notices Jongho acting differently around San, perhaps he's his breath of fresh air from his tedious life.

Yeosang is pulled out of his thoughts when Wooyoung gets his attention by tapping his shoulder. When he looks up, he finds that they've arrived at a stall bearing a variety of crystals. He watches curiously as Wooyoung runs to one of the guys and hugs him tightly, San and Yunho going to do the same.

Wooyoung pulls away and turns to Yeosang. "Hyungs this is Yeosang, the one we've been talking about this whole time. Yeosang, this is Seonghwa my lifelong hyung and his partner Hongjoong hyung".

Yeosang pulls his scarf down to reveal his face and the pair bow to him in greeting, he does the same. It feels strange not getting disgusted looks but instead being greeted in a civil manner. He tries to slow his racing heart, silently telling himself that it's okay.

Seonghwa smiles and Yeosang immediately feels relaxed, maybe it's because of the hearts glowing softly on his cheeks. "Nice to meet you Yeosang, we've heard so much about you. All good things of course" he chuckles at his own joke.

"We've been eager to meet you! So has my brother and his group. Thank you for agreeing to meet us " Hongjoong says happily.

Yeosang nods and smiles, unsure of what to say and instead hides behind Mingi. Wooyoung smiles at his timidness and carries on the conversation for him. "Thanks for coming with us too hyungs, it would be awkward if just us went"

Hongjoong pats his back "it's no problem, shall we get going? Their hideout isn't far from here and they're probably there already, excited to meet you guys"

Wooyoung grabs Yeosang's hand again and kisses their linked hands, Seonghwa watches the action in a mixture of shock and curiosity, adding a mental note to ask about that another day. When he looks away from them, his eyes land on San, who is fixing Jongho's hair.

As if that sight wasn't strange enough, Seonghwa almost gasps when he sees San kiss the younger's forehead. He looks at Hongjoong with wide eyes, the other mirroring his expression, both wondering when and how this all happened, what exactly is in the air that is making everyone fall for each other.

Seonghwa slowly looks at Yunho, bracing himself for some pda but unlike the others, Yunho is simply chatting with Mingi happily, occasionally laughing at his jokes. He eyes them carefully, even though they're not doing anything obvious or physical, Seonghwa is good at reading people.

Along with the fact that he's known Yunho his whole life, he can tell he's taken a liking to Mingi, a lot. And if he's not mistaken then the feeling is mutual, the way they look at each other just talking makes Seonghwa suspicious of their relationship, they might be keeping it a secret. But if the other's aren't, why are they?

Hongjoong links his arm with Seonghwa, pulling him out of his thoughts. "What are you thinking so hard about my love?" He looks up at him, eyes shining as always. Those beautiful eyes were the first thing Seonghwa noticed when they first met.

"Nothing much" Seonghwa smiles, kissing his cheek. He guesses he must have looked all serious analysing his friends. "I was just thinking everyone looks so happy. You guys make me happy, and I'm glad Wooyoung San and Yunho made some new friends, they seem special".

Hongjoong nods with a soft smile, looking at the others who are walking ahead of them. "You're so sentimental" he coos, and Seonghwa laughs, knowing it's true. He kisses him gently for added effect "I love you" he whispers, making the younger melt.

"I love you too"

~

When they stop in front of a tiny shed Yeosang doesn't expect Hongjoong to say that they've arrived, he doesn't even think it could fit the eight of them let alone a group of 20 or so people.

It's not as hidden as he thought it would be too, Yeosang was prepared to walk for hours to the middle of nowhere. Though in a way that would make their hideout obvious, they must have planned it to be tucked away in a populated place, overlooked by passerbys.

He finds himself hiding behind Wooyoung, suddenly regretting coming out here. When they all walk in, the pair are left outside. Wooyoung takes Yeosang's hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

They walk in slowly, Yeosang only looking at Wooyoung, who feels a lot like a bodyguard at this moment. He feels his cheeks heat up when his eyes trail to his toned physique and his mind wanders off to things he shouldn't be thinking right now. He quickly rids his head from these thoughts, now is not the time or place.

After walking through some hallways, they enter a decently sized room. Yeosang halts suddenly, hiding behind Mingi. Seeing a big group of marked people intimidates him no matter how many times he's reassured that they're on his side.

Hongjoong takes the initiative to start it off since he's familiar with both sides. "This is my brother Beomjoong- and his secret council. Their whole council is based on the conspiracy theory that the royal family are frauds. Hyung, meet Yeosang- the answer to all your questions".

They all look at Yeosang, eyes wide and jaws hanging open. Yeosang is still behind Mingi but the taller moves aside slightly so they can see, he takes his hand. "Say hi" He whispers.

Yeosang looks up at Mingi who nods encouragingly. He gulps. He's never done this before, he's usually snarled and spit at before he can introduce himself. But these people look happy to see him and Yeosang can't wrap his head around it. Wooyoung, who is holding his other hand, rubs his thumb in circles to help him calm down.

He takes a deep breath, looking at the small crowd in front of him. I am safe. He tells himself.

"Hello, I'm Yeosang" he says quietly. But it's clear enough to hear as they're all bowing to him in reply, also saying hello.

There are around twenty people, all looking at him in awe. Not like he's a zoo animal but like he's a prince, unable to believe that they're in his presence.

Hongjoong speaks up again and Yeosang is thankful because he isn't planning to say anything else.

"We're here because we need your support. I think you all will be able to help us a lot and vice versa". Hongjoong says and Beomjoong nods. They all take a seat while the two brothers stay standing. "We'll explain our situation first, since we've come to retrieve your help".

Hongjoong looks at Wooyoung and tells him to get up. The prince raises his eyebrows, pointing to himself questioningly. When the other nods, Wooyoung gets up and walks to the front, squeezing Yeosang's hand before he leaves.

"Wooyoung will explain since he knows better than me" Hongjoong says but doesn't sit down, deciding to support Wooyoung in case he feels nervous. Yeosang smiles to himself, Hongjoong definitely suits having spades on his cheeks, he's only seen a minute of it but he knows he must be an amazing leader and companion.

His eyes trail back to Wooyoung, who clears his throat awkwardly. "Hello, I'm Prince Wooyoung. Although I guess I'm not really- since the whole reason we're here is to talk about how I'm not haha" he tries to start off with a joke. But it just feels weird. All he's known is Prince Wooyoung, and these people in this room are looking at him like he's a criminal.

He swallows nervously. "I'm going to be crowned king in a few weeks time. The news will spread any time now". They all glance at each other in alarm, whispering things while others had unreadable expressions.

"Of course, I know my family aren't the real royals, they did terrible things to get to where they are now. Terrible things to Yeosang's family, the rightful royals." He looks at Yeosang with a solemn expression, the other only smiles at him. "I'm going to reveal it all on my coronation. What my family did and who the rightful heir to the throne should actually be".

The murmurs increase, everyone not expecting this bold decision from the purple. "But we need your help. We don't have any solid evidence except for Yeosang himself. And even if we show Yeosang, the public will be enraged, we have no supporters. If we get your support and the evidence you've accumulated over the years, I think everything will go smoothly".

Hongjoong smiles at him cheerfully and Wooyoung lets out a shaky breath. "We'd appreciate your support".

"What's in it for us?" Someone from the back calls out. Everyone turns their head and glares at the person.

Wooyoung pauses, glancing at Hongjoong nervously. The older is frowning "if you're not seeing what's in it for you, I don't think you should be here".

The man at the back scoffs. "How can we trust you? That prince over there is probably a spy, gathering everyone he can that knows about what his parents did so they can be sent to the dungeons".

Hongjoong pulls Wooyoung behind him, looking annoyed. But before he can say anything, Beomjoong speaks up. "Whether you think he's a spy or not, he's still got nothing to do with this. He's still royalty so you will treat him and the rest of them with respect"

Everyone goes silent, the man at the back frowning in defeat. "We are the grateful ones considering the fact that they came to us AND Wooyoung is going to reveal it all with our help. And you're asking what's in it for us?"

Yeosang watches in awe at Hongjoong's brother, red spades glowing with passion. For the first time, he finds marks fascinating. "Insulting the prince and his friends means insulting my brother, and if you insult him you're insulting me. You can leave if you're so scared of him being a spy".

The rest of them are glaring at the grumbling man at the back, Wooyoung smiles at Beomjoong gratefully. He had been so flustered when that guy started hurling accusations at him, he almost felt like an imposter. Everyone in this room despises him and his family. He's glad the older sweeps his worries away, assuring everyone that he is in fact, on their side.

Fortunately, no one else seems to think like that guy, everyone else seems to be excited that the actual prince is here to help and believes in something they've been speculating for years now.

"We are more than happy to support you your highness, and Yeosang too, we've been wanting to meet you for years but we had no idea where to find you," Beomjoong says with a kind smile. Yeosang doesn't know how to feel, he never thought anyone knew about him and it still surprises him that there are people who knew about him and his family before he even did.

"I started this group because I found letters written by my father. They were about the royal family being overthrown. He was writing everything in a way that describes everything to someone who knows nothing about the royals. As if he was preparing for his memory to be erased"

"He must have been right doing this because he has no recollection of anything bad happening to the royal family. In the letter, he said he's a royal advisor but when I asked him, he told me he's been a farmer his whole life. I just disregarded the letter until I found other people whose parents have similar letters".

It all sounds so surreal to Yeosang, how could someone erase a whole population's memory on something so specific like this, then carry on with their life as if nothing has happened. He wishes he could be with his mother again, and maybe even his father. He would like to have met him at least once.

"We all formed this group, trying to get to the bottom of the mysterious letters. And once we found enough evidence, we concluded that our current royal family overthrew the previous ones, which caused the war. One of the letters mentioned that the queen-to-be was pregnant, but we didn't know if the baby lived, it's what we've been trying to figure out for years".

All eyes are on Yeosang, who shies away from the stares. He would never have known there were people out there looking for him and supporting him, he wonders if they could have found him one day if he had never met Mingi.

"So, what kind of evidence do you have? Will it help us convince the public?" Wooyoung says with curious eyes. They all are dying to see what has been collected over the years, compared to them who have only known about this for a few months.

"The most prominent evidence we have are the letters, they have credibility since the writers don't know each other. But people might still claim they're fake, so we've been looking at ancient scriptures of the kingdom, going through all the past monarchs and our current royals don't fit in the timeline. According to the letters and the family tree, it's supposed to be the Kang reign, not the Jung."

Yeosang stills. He's never known his surname, he's never had to. He feels a bit strange now that he knows that his family name is Kang, it somehow feels nostalgic. Growing up without marks, without magic, without a surname, Yeosang has always felt unworthy of having anything, that there must be a reason he doesn't have anything, because he doesn't deserve it.

"Do you think that will be enough?" Hongjoong says. His worries are valid, because everything they have isn't exactly solid evidence.

"I know, it may not seem like a lot, we think so too. Which is why we've been working on a spell that shows your past." Beomjoong says.

Mingi, being interested in the enchantment field, raises his eyebrows in curiosuity. "That sounds extremely difficult and dangerous"

The older chuckles, "It is, we've been struggling quite a lot to make it. But after years of experimenting, we've almost got it." A ball of light appears, floating on his hand as his cheeks glow red, making Yeosang gasp. "The problem is that we're all reds, even blue magic won't be strong enough. We reckon dark magic is needed for this."

Everyone looks at Wooyoung, Beomjoong looking at him with hopeful eyes. "If I teach you the spell, will you help us, your highness?"

Wooyoung wants to, honestly. But he's not confident in his dark magic skills, it's something he never practices. He doesn't want everyone to think that he's useless, his father's voice echoing in his mind, calling him unworthy of being purple, telling him he has no purpose in the family.

"I can try" He says, nodding slowly. He glances at Yeosang who looks at him proudly, making his heart race. He has to do this for Yeosang, this is no time for insecurity.

The next hour has Beomjoong and his members teaching him the spell. They've carefully crafted it to not be dangerous, only showing a glimpse of the past, revealing core memories that the brain thinks of easily with no strain. He tries it out on one of the council members but nothing happens.

Even though Wooyoung has learnt the spell diligently, it doesn't work even after a few more tries with different people. Everyone sighs and Wooyoung keeps his head down. He knows they're not sighing at him, he knows they're not blaming this on him. But he couldn't help but put the idea in his head that it's all up to him to get this right. He tries to tell himself that no one has put this pressure on him except himself but it's difficult after everything he's heard his whole life.

"It's okay, there must be something wrong with the spell" Seonghwa pats his head and Wooyoung lightens up a tiny bit.

Mingi speaks up all of a sudden. "Yeosang has dark magic now, doesn't he? What if he can cast the spell?"

Yeosang looks up from his seat. During all of this he'd been dozing off, never in his life has he been this drained from being around people. He's just not used to interacting with so many people for ages. Everyone is looking at him expectantly.

He bites his lip nervously. "Ok"

The pressure is on even more, as everyone watches him closely. The council members excited to watch him do magic, and even his friends are curious as to if this will work or not. Yeosang hasn't practised dark magic yet. With his request, Wooyoung teaches him the spell, not fully comfortable with any of the organisation members yet.

It takes a few tries at first but suddenly Yeosang gasps as he feels a cool rush of air flowing through his arms then hands and finally onto the person in front of him. A white mist floats above his head, displaying a young boy playing in the snow.

Everyone watches in fascination until the memory ends and the mist fades. The man gasps. "That was the first ever time I played in the snow, It's one of my favourite memories"

Yeosang stands still as everyone around him cheers, extremely excited that the spell works. He's busy trying to wrap his head around the fact that he actually did that. Jongho is shaking his shoulders while Mingi claps in amazement. Everyone is hugging each other, they've found the solution that will end it all. It's up to him now.

Suddenly Wooyoung is hugging him with a wide grin. "You did it!"

It's the prince's touch that gets him out of his frozen stature as he lifts his arms, hugging him back. "you're amazing" Wooyoung whispers into his ear, and Yeosang can't help but hide his happy smile, burying his face on his shoulder.

With the atmosphere lightened up thanks to Yeosang, they call it a day. Now that they have a solid plan for Wooyoung's coronation all they have to do is finish everything up.

With the big day only two weeks from now, Yeosang is told to practice the spell so everything can go as planned. Wooyoung also has a few things to take care of before everything is revealed. Of course, Beomjoong and his group have a lot of preparation to do but it's not a problem for them, since they're the ones who have been waiting for this moment for years now.

They all leave the hidden room, it's noon now so they still have the whole day to carry out their daily tasks. Yunho rushes to his lessons while Mingi and Jongho decide to help out at the stall as usual.

San doesn't let Jongho go so easily though. As everyone is heading off to their own places, San quickly grabs the younger's hand, pulling him to a hidden corner. Jongho's back hits the wall as the other's hand slams next to his face.

He looks surprised for a split second but it's quickly replaced with a soft smile upon looking at the loving expression San wears. The older leans in, kissing Jongho with content.

Jongho would never have thought he'd admit this but kissing San has slowly become one of his favorite things to do. He loves the feeling of his gentle lips, sometimes not so gentle when things get a little more heated.

It's just the way Sam treats him like he's something so precious and fragile. When in reality he's tougher and stronger than the older... or so everyone would think.

All his life, his marks gave everyone an excuse to treat him roughly and carelessly. They think just because diamonds are stronger it's fine to overwork and patronize them. Even when he was small, teachers would treat him like a slave, forcing him and the other diamonds to clean up or move heavy things while hearts, clovers and spades got to sit and play.

It's also the reason why he works with his parents instead of getting a 'real job'. Everyone knows that diamonds, especially red marked ones get forced into manual labour jobs. He doesn't want that tiring and mundane life. Even if he got a normal job like a teacher, others would shame him for not putting his skills to use by working in labour.

Luckily not everyone is like this, so it's not too difficult to ignore the harsh words of society. But it's unavoidable for someone like him to be treated roughly, all because of a random shape he was assigned at birth.

He's taken out of his thoughts when a hand brushes through his hair. "What's wrong baby?"

Jongho shakes his head, blushing at the nickname which earns a peck on the cheek from the older. "You're so cute" he says, nosing his neck. He secretly likes how San treats him like this despite being a only year younger. He blames it on the way he's been forced to be mature since he started walking.

San leaves open mouthed kisses on his collar, trailing up his neck to his jaw, making Jongho sigh happily when their lips finally reconnect.

The hand on the wall finds its way to Jongho's waist as San uses his height advantage to change the angle to deepen the kiss. Jongho shivers under him. Even with the heated kiss San is nothing but gentle.

The sound of a gasp causes the two to abruptly stop, both forgetting they're outside in plain daylight.

A pair of random people walking by glance at them with wide eyes, it's not completely obvious but Jongho can see the way their eyes scan his marks then Sans, looking appalled. They probably think he somehow cursed San to get him to fall for him.

When they finally walk away with one last scandalized glance, San turns to Jongho again, knowing what he's thinking. "Don't think about anyone else, okay?"

Jongho's face is currently cupped by both San's hands, who squeezes his cheeks lightly. The younger nods, earning a smile. "Good. Now let's go to the stall, I'm guessing Mingi made his own ways" he says, looking around. In reality, Mingi was going to wait, but when he saw the pair making out he gagged, waking away. He is not used to seeing his younger friend sucking face.

Jongho nods, taking San's hand and they take their time walking to their destination, talking about life and exchanging small kisses occasionally, ignoring the horrified stares from strangers.

~

Wooyoung offers to walk with Yeosang home, since everyone else left and he could also help him practice his magic. Of course Yeosang doesn't deny the prince, even if he did, he'd probably follow behind him anyway.

Though, his phase of hating Wooyoung coming to his house and following him around is over thankfully. Now, he lights up every time the prince visits, he can't imagine how he hated his presence. He will always feel guilty for making Wooyoung feel like he's irritating or tiresome.

"You didn't have to come all the way here" Yeosang says, once they've arrived at his house. It's not that he doesn't want Wooyoung here, it's just that he feels like he just wasted his time since he doesn't want to do any more magic today.

Maybe it's because he's not used to it, but casting spells sucks the energy out of him. It's almost comparable to an unfit person suddenly having to run all the time. He's unpracticed and gets tired after even doing a bit.

"It's okay, I wanted to come. Even if we're not going to practice the spell today I sill wanted to be with you". Wooyoung says, making Yeosang blush.

Yeosang fiddles around the living room, not knowing what to do. The weather is getting hotter now so preparing the fireplace is definitely not an option.

The prince smiles at his awkward actions, finding it cute that he's suddenly feeling shy. He loves how the tips of his ears slowly get redder and when he bites those soft lips of his.

Wooyoung slowly steps in front of Yeosang which forces him look at him. He smirks, eyes fixated on his lips. "I know something we can do".

Under the intense stare, Yeosang gulps, heart racing when he sees Wooyoung trace the moment with his eyes. The room has suddenly increased in temperature. Wooyoung places a hand on his neck and finally pulls him down for a kiss.

Yeosang gasps, not in surprise because- with Wooyoung's stare, he was expecting to make out with him. But he gasps because of the way his stomach swoons, electricity running through his veins. With how many times they've kissed now, he would have thought these feelings would simmer down a bit. But every time they kiss, it feels like the first.

Wooyoung's hand slides up to gently hold Yeosang's hair, as the other is placed on his chest. Yeosang takes this as an invitation to warps his hands around his waist, pulling the prince closer. When their bodies are flushed against each other Wooyoung gasps, and Yeosang slips his tongue in to deepen the kiss.

"You're getting too good at this" Wooyoung breathes in between kisses.

"I have a good teacher" Yeosang says, feeling happy with the praise.

Both take a few steps until Wooyoung's back hits the wall so all he's surrounded by is Yeosang and everything he has to offer.

They take a second to catch their breath and when they kiss again, Yeosang is effectively devouring him and Wooyoung can't get enough. His blood is thrumming so hard in his ears, his little moans sound a little too loud but he cannot focus on anything but the tongue moving between his lips.

"Yeosang..." the prince moans, even though his arms are wrapped around his neck and Yeosang's around his waist, bodies melded together, he needs more.

Luckily, Yeosang feels the same way as he's pulling away, fiddling with the hem of Wooyoung's shirt. "Do... you want to come to my room?"

Wooyoung nods a little too eagerly, but it doesn't matter because Yeosang grabs his hand and pulls him to the room with the same enthusiasm. Wooyoung has never been to Yeosang's bedroom before and he barely has a second to look around before he is pushed onto the bed as they continue where they left off.

Yeosang is on top of him, peppering kisses on his jaw then down to his neck, occasionally catching some skin with his teeth and sucking on it which Wooyoung lets out a beautiful moan to.

The prince's hands roam Yeosang's back, pulling the shirt up which Yeosang gets the hint and pulls it off, Wooyoung following him after.

Wooyoung flips them over, now straddling Yeosang's hips as he marvels at the others bare upper body. Starting from his collarbone, Wooyoung's hands trail down all the way to his waist, mouth watering as Yeosang shivers underneath his sultry touches combined with the intense gaze.

"I've been imagining this ever since that day I saw you shirtless" Wooyoung whispers into his ear, then nibbling on his earlobe and reveling in the sounds he lets out.

His lips drag across his cheek to meet his lips again, leaving a wet line of saliva on his face. The kiss is heated and messy, both out of breath not in a tired way, but in anticipation of what's about to happen.

"I want you Yeosang, so bad" Wooyoung breathes, both looking at each other with lust filled eyes.

Yeosang nods. "Me too" he caresses his back, kissing him once more. It's a little more timid that all this time and Wooyoung notices.

"What's wrong?" He asks, nosing his neck, stopping when Yeosang looks nervous.

"What if I'm not good... at it" he says so quietly that Wooyoung almost misses it. But he hears it and frowns.

"Yeosang you don't have to worry about that trust me. If you just kissing me gets me like this" he grinds down to make him feel how hard he is, which causes Yeosang to groan in surprise. "Then I can't wait to feel you inside me. Don't worry, I'll guide you. Do you trust me?"

Wooyoung had given him confidence now, so Yeosang nods. "I trust you".

Wooyoung smiles as he kisses Yeosang once more before starting right away, pulling both their pants off so that they're completely bare.

They're both already hard and eager to get more friction as Wooyoung is grinding down on Yeosang as he kisses him messily. "You won't hurt me. Just follow my lead."

Wooyoung grabs the oil on the bedside table and wets Yeosang's fingers. "Just one first," he instructs with a whisper, trying not to tense when he felt Yeosang's hand behind him, he's dying in anticipation. Keeping himself controlled and seemingly calm for Yeosang's benefit is undeniably difficult.

All Wooyoung wants is for Yeosang to fuck him senseless but the other is nervous and needed him, so he tried his best to maintain an easy to follow pace.

Yeosang rubbed soft circles at first and when he dipped the tip of one finger Wooyoung felt so worked up he thought he would come. He continued pushing in slowly until his finger was fully in, the slow and gentleness making Wooyoung even more aroused.

"Feels so good" Wooyoung whispers as Yeosang keeps going, holding Wooyoung as he leaves kisses on his neck and brushes his free hand stroking Wooyoung's hair as his finger curled inside him.

When Yeosang worked in the second finger and started with the third, Wooyoung moans loudly, gripping the sheets.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it's perfect." He manages to breathe out. Wooyoung didn't know this part could feel so good, he realises now that he likes to take it more slow, he's not the most experienced either but every other time he's done this, it's never felt this good. "It's just a stretch, but it doesn't hurt."

Yeosang brushes the hair sticking onto his forehead out of the way and stares at the sight in front of him. Wooyoung's eyes are glazed, filled with lust and his cheeks flushed a pretty pink with his purple hearts glowing contently. Yeosang's chest fills with pride. He's the one that made him look like this.

Yeosang touched him right, loved him right, did everything just right. Soft lips press onto Wooyoung's temple. The prince kisses him languidly, wet and wrecked, rocking his hips to match with Yeosang's movements.

Yeosang curls and stead's his fingers in a way that makes Wooyoung go crazy. He feels him shiver and clench around him, confirming that he's doing a good job.

"I'm ready now"

Wooyoung sits up and Yeosang removes his fingers, letting the prince do all the work by oiling his cock and guiding it to his entrance. They simultaneously groan as Wooyoung slowly sinks in until he's sat flush on his lap.

Yeosang's cock can put others to shame with its above average size, which makes Wooyoung surprise when he feels almost no pain at all. As he leans forward and lets Yeosang stroke his thighs and back lovingly, he realises it's because he's taking his time and savouring every moment. This is how he knows their relationship is serious.

"Feels so good Yeosang" He moans, diving into his neck to pepper kisses there and along his collar. Wooyoung knows Yeosang is unsure if he's doing it right, so he showers him with endless praises.

It takes him a few minutes to get used to the stretch since he hasn't done this in a while and when it lessens, he starts raising and sinking himself slowly. Yeosang gasps at the new feeling, his cock throbs with Wooyoung's tightness consuming him and he can't stop his hands gripping his hips shakily.

Wooyoung feels the same, spurting out mumbled praises and moans as he rides Yeosang, gradually increasing the pace.

Everything about this sends Yeosang over the edge, the noises Wooyoung is making, the sight of him naked and on top of him, the feeling of being inside him. He moves faster and faster, Yeosang lifting his hips up and meeting him in the middle at the same pace. It makes Wooyoung's beautiful noises even louder and broken as he squeezes his eyes shut. Heat consumes Yeosang's body as he gasps, an unexplainable feeling rushing down his body as he cums hard, Wooyoung still moving on him.

A few moments later Wooyoung is cumming with a loud groan, leaning forward to kiss him deeply, hands curling into Yeosang's hair.

He collapses onto the bed once Yeosang pulls out, his thighs burning. The younger immediately pulls him into an embrace and closes his eyes.

Yeosang smiles fondly at him, massaging his back as his breathing evens out. They lay wrapped in each other's arms and Wooyoung entwines their fingers, giving each hand a kiss before falling asleep.

"Thank you" Yeosang whispers before doing the same. He's grateful Wooyoung found him, became friends with him despite his unfriendly words. He's grateful Wooyoung saw through his lonely and lost mind.