So I just wrote the entire last chapter in a night and I may just write another one. I haven't felt this inspired in a long time.

I don't know what drugs I took to keep this creative streak coming but I need more of them. Actually it was probably Up10tion. Blue Rose was playing in the background for a great majority of this time. Also since Abby and I are talking about the story here it is.

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Junmyeon's POV

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My gaze swept the expansive crowd, taking it all in. A very hasty podium had been set up in front of the steps. Cameras flashed as my picture was taken hundreds of times. More news vans pulled up the drive as I gathered the last of my nerves. I was freshly showered with my hair slicked back, dressed sharply in a black suit with a red tie. I stepped up to the mic.

"Good evening," I addressed the press. "Thank you all for tuning in so quickly. This is very short notice. But I want to make some things clear to you guys, my people, those who look up to me and respect me as your leader. I'm not being fair if I'm not being honest with you. And I haven't been." I took a deep breath. No backing out now. "First thing's first, Hyeja and I are separated." A buzz swept through the crowd. Mother and father's shocked faces registered very briefly before I forged on. "It was on mutual terms, and she is by no means to fault for it. If I hear any word that anyone is nasty towards her after this, I will personally see you punished."

"Junmyeon." Dad's voice rang loud and demanding over the general buzz of my captive news crowd. "That is enough. Why don't we talk about this in private."

"No," I said firmly. "Part of running this country is being honest with how I feel. And I haven't been honest with anyone. Myself included. You see, I liked Hyeja. She was a great girl, a wild fire never meant to be tamed. Whoever marries her is damn lucky. But this isn't entirely about her. It's about me too, and about how I'm feeling in all of this." Another deep gulp of oxygen before I ran out. "I liked her a lot everyone. So much. But... I didn't love her. I never could bring myself to. Because I loved someone else. I love them so much that it physically hurts to think about. And for so long we were trying to hide and deny everything. But no longer. I am not afraid anymore."

"Junnie..." Mother tried this time, but I held up a hand, and she instantly grew silent.

"I'm done hiding," I said, my voice ringing loud and clear across the lawn. Cameras were capturing every moment from every angle. "I thought I could cover up how I felt by moving on with how my life should go. But I just can't. Doing so would sacrifice my happiness. I, King Junmyeon, have been in love with Prince Yixing of China for nearly three years!" A tidal wave of questions and remarks washed over me, but none of them penetrated passed the skin. My chest heaved, but I felt freer than I ever had. "Alright," I said as the crowd calmed down. "Question time."

"Why Yixing?" one reporter called out. I turned towards the voice.

"Why Yixing? I'm not sure myself. But he's the most wonderful guy I've ever met. He's so caring and kind. He treats whoever is in front of him like they're the most important person on the planet. He helped me feel whole when before I only felt incomplete."

"But he's married!" another voice ran out. I turned again, this time letting my smile drop.

"I'm aware," I answered carefully. "I attended his wedding. This confession is by no means a way to break them apart. Yixing is also my friend and he's very happy with his wife by his side. This is simply to let you all see the real me. And no bashing Yixing or Ying Yue either. They have no idea this is going on."

"So what do you plan to do?" a third voice spoke. "You're obviously gay. So now what?" I had to chuckle at that.

"You're future queen may be a bit more masculine than the last," I joked, and a few people laughed along with me. "But actually I don't know what comes next. Despite him being married and my failed relationship, he's still the only one I want." I shrugged. "Maybe another boy will eventually sweep me off my feet the same way Yixing did."

But I doubted it. Yixing was my past and my present. He was my happy place and my escape. He brought out the best in me. And I was so in love with him there was no way that anyone else would compare to him. No one would quite literally sweep me off my feet the way he did. He was my forever. He would be until I took my final breath.

"Are you ever going to tell him about this?" That voice didn't belong to a random reporter. That voice was mother. "It's not being broadcast to China, is it?" she asked.

"It is not," I confirmed. "If he finds out, he finds out. Again, I'm not trying to come between him and his wife. As I said, he's also my friend, and his happiness is the most important thing to me. I just couldn't live a life of lies. I wasn't as happy as I should've been. I wasn't sleeping or eating, staying up all night wondering what my future held." I still wasn't sure, but now I had a small sense of peace. "Thank you all for your time. Have a good night. Until next time." I stepped away from my mic, turned, and walked inside the palace, hearing the cameras clicking away. No doubt this would be making headlines for weeks. Heechan ran to my side, his eyes so wide they looked like they may pop out of his skull.

"The phone's been ringing non-stop since that began," he started, but I held up a hand once again. I was drained from my random bought of courage. I hadn't slept well for nights on end.

"Hold all my calls until the morning," I ordered. " I'm turning in early." And I left him standing in the entryway firing question after after to me. But it went in one ear and out the other. Right now I felt untouchable. I reached my room in no time, removing my suit and pulling Yixing's shirt over my head. I climbed under the covers in the shirt and my boxers, curling up and closing my eyes, praying sleep would overtake me soon enough.

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Yixing's POV

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Today I was feeling especially lazy as I lounged around in a pair of shorts and a loose shirt, reading stories off my phone and listening to the sweet music from my beloved box. It had a calming affect on me. Ying Yue was spending her time today in our palace library, pouring over old works of literature. I smiled as I thought back to the other day and our heated make out session, abruptly ended when she laughed. We'd ended up cuddling in bed after that, drinking in each other's presence and enjoying the quiet.

"Sire!" I glanced up as Luhan burst his way in, clutching his tablet in his hands and seeming frantic. "I got a tip. You have to see this." He plopped beside me, and I heaved myself to a sitting position so I could see over his shoulder. The grainy live feed could've been anything. But then I realized with a start it was Junmyeon, standing in front of his palace. At first I wasn't sure what he was saying, but I caught one line loud and clear. And it caused my blood to run cold.

"I, King Junmyeon, have been in love with Prince Yixing of China for nearly three years!" I turned to Luhan, who met my gaze with as much confusion as I felt. He was doing a press conference. Not only that, he just outed himself to his entire country. And said he's been in love with me this entire time.

Luhan and I watched the remainder of the live, watching as he answered a few questions, turning to where he heard the voices. He looked good in his black suit. But I could see his hands shaking which meant he was nervous after all. Finally someone who sounded suspiciously like his mother asked if he was going to tell me about all of this.

"It is not. If he finds out he finds out. Again, I'm not trying to come between him and his wife. As I said, he is also my friend, and his happiness is the most important thing to me. I just couldn't live a life of lies. I wasn't as happy as I should've been. I wasn't sleeping or eating, staying up all night wondering what my future held."

"I can't believe it," I murmured when he finally left the scene and the live feed stopped. "He and Hyeja broke up? And he just announced our love for the world to hear." I had to admit, that took a lot of backbone. I was proud of him. "This has to be a dream," I continued. "I'll be waking up any time now."

"That was kind of adorable," Luhan said with the biggest grin I'd seen on him in quite some time. "Did you see how happy he looked when he talked about you?" Yes, I had. But there wasn't anything I could do about it, even if I wanted to. Orders were orders. My actions affected more than just me. "It's like he's still sixteen inside," Luhan continued fondly. I felt myself smiling as well. Listening yo Luhan talk about Junmyeon always had me feeling warm. He talked of him so highly, so gently. It was clear he loved Junmyeon just as much as he loved me. "Still so smitten with you he doesn't know what to do with himself."

"He was never good at hiding his feelings," I replied. I drew my knees up to my chest. "What do I do Luhan?" I asked, hoping he'd have some wise advice for me once again. "Even now, doing the scariest and dumbest thing he's ever done, he's setting his feelings aside so I can happy too."

"Are you?" Luhan asked gently. I examined the ring on my finger. Some days yes. Beyond happy even, like the other night, when I was done near drunk on my wife's gentle kisses and soft touches. And other days all I wanted was to curl into Junmyeon's arms and pretend the world didn't exist. But I couldn't have the best of both worlds. "You can be honest with me Xing," he added. "I won't judge. I'm here to listen."

"Yes and no," I said at last. "I love her Lu. A lot. But I love him too. Can I love two people at once? Because some days Ying Yue is all I need to feel complete. But other days there's still something missing inside of me that only he can fill. But I can't have it both ways. I can't have him. I never could."

"I was honestly surprised you went through with the wedding at all," Luhan suddenly admitted. I simply stared, shocked to silence. "I always kind of pictured you'd run back to Junmyeon in the end. The way you looked at him... Still kind of do... It was like he was the only person in the whole world that mattered. Your face lit up any time he was near. You guys looked so happy together, even if it was all in secret." And now I frowned. "But as always, you have my support on whatever you do. There's nothing you can't do that I won't be by your side for."

"Thanks LuLu," I replied, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with different emotions. "What do I do?" I asked again. Luhan shrugged.

"I can't tell you what to do," he said at last. "This is for you to decide. You know what your father would want of you." He would want me to ignore this and pretend it never happened. But I couldn't just ignore this. He'd opened himself up and made himself vulnerable. He did it because he was young and in love and painfully honest with his people.

"What father wants and what I want are two different things," I said at last. I thought for a second. "How long would it take to prepare the jet? I feel like a small holiday is in order." Slowly a smile spread across his features.

"I'm sure I can get it put together in a couple hours time," he replied. "Are you sure about this though? What if your father finds out?"

"To hell with my father," I spat, rising and grabbing my small suitcase out from under my bed. "He thinks he knows what's best for me. But he doesn't. I need Junmyeon in my life. And I need to see him. Now."

"Right away sire," Luhan said with a quick bow, grabbing his phone and rushing out of the room. I stuffed some clothes in the suitcase, grabbed my charger and my music box, anything I thought I'd need. I wasn't sure how long I'd be there. But I knew it would be long enough to figure myself out.

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I almost finished it in one night. I kind of needed sleep lol. Fun fact Blue Rose autoplayed after just playing.