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❝ There's a whole world out there aside from the pictures that are so beautiful but people don't realize the essence of endearment is far greater because with love you feel, and if you don't feel the emotion deeply and truly then you don't love or understand yet ❞

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C H A P T E R  T W O

CHANGMIN FIGURED HE'S already defeated when the mission hasn't even begun. Sighing, his eyes bore into the wide brown desk in front of him and suddenly lights up, recalling missions like these usually supply with some guidance or helpful tool.

"May I ask if there's a unique object that can guide me?"

"Ah, yes there is," Yoongi points to the pocket of Changmin's checkered jacket and his gaze follows, noticing a pen resting there.

He pulls it out, slightly confused. "You drew the manga with this pen, so everything and anything you need can be created just by drawing with that pen. However, it's very important. If anyone grabs a hold of this pen, then they are the creator, the one in control, so you have to be very careful and hold responsibility."

Instead of comprehending the main details, the police officer didn't mention, the young boy understands only what he heard. He smiles, giving the raven a look before proceeding with the object.

"You can give it a try, of course."

And so Changmin pulls the cap off of the pen, he begins to draw whatever comes to his mind, grinning at his creation coming alive from the light blue ink, a puppy playing around.

Yoongi comes to Changmin's side as they walk out of the inspection room, chuckling at the brunette's astonished but thrilled expression. His honey-caramel eyes glowing, messy light brown hair basking in the sunlight turning to a sweet syrup color some gleeful young hearts adore when poured on pancakes.

He's honestly thrilled. How could this be possible?

. . .

THE ROAD OF the street is packed, of course, it's almost sunset.

If I came to change the faith of Youngjae's ending, then I should finish this mission, and I'll happily reside back home again. Youngjae lives on Swan Lake road, so I should find him here. But this is Swan Lake road, right?

"Excuse me, is this Swan lake road?"

"Yes, this is Swan Lake road," a lady replies, smiling back at Changmin, though, he's the author, he'd knew, but forgot as time passed.

He feels himself beam with delight at recollecting a detail in the manga he wrote with his cousin. The boy stops in his tracks, seeing a sign say, Crescent Moon Noodles shop and beams.

I almost forgot I drew Crescent Moon Noodles shop, I won't have to starve now.

He enters the shop and orders a noodle dish to his liking, then he waits as he sits, eyes roaming the noodle shop he drew. Mrs. Moon, Hyungseo's mother owned this shop was famous for their noodles.

Overjoyed, Changmin releases a deep sigh of satisfaction, finishing the noodle dish, back resting against the chair.

"Don't forget to pay the check front up, sir," the owner of the noodle shop's hand slams on the table, causing the boy to smile mischievously, bringing his hand around the woman's.

"Oh, c'mon, please don't be like this. Normally you wouldn't ask me to pay. I grew up eating noodles at your place from this small to big!" Changmin exclaims but then frowns when the woman denies, causing him to sulk. He whips his head over his shoulder hearing another boy snort, mischief gleaming in his eyes, his noodles half completed.

Mrs. Moon wouldn't remember since I drew her. She's not the one in real life that would.

He gets an idea, pulls out the magical pen and starts drawing, mouth agape at the stash of money on his lap.

"Mrs. Moon, here's the money," Changmin smiles, tapping the order bell so the owner could attend his needs. Mrs. Moon takes the cash and says thank you.

Then there's the boy who snorted, equally stupefied but finds it unbelievable, so he laughs again but stops when the brunette moves from his place to sit across from him passing a stash of cash.

The boy is yes surprised but still finds it unbelievable.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing, nothing in particular . . . . just to you know be responsible for your life."

Changmin is having a hard time with his words.

"What part of my life are we talking about?" The younger boy is now stabbing his noodles with the chopsticks, his gaze throwing lasers at the brunette.

"Your love life, what else?"

"Are you going to provide for me?"

Now, this conversation is getting very unnecessary and too long. He knows he has other important things to attend, like his part-time job despite being a royal.

He lives like the opposite, not so dashing and enchanting.

"No, not like that, I mean you don't have to fall for me . . . just don't fall for anyone else."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"Well, yes, uh no—"

Changmin has no idea anymore and the boy sitting in front of him leaves his chair, walks to the male, hand coming in contact with the table making a banging noise, and glares at him. 

"If you make any stupid inappropriate move on me again, I'll report you to the police," Youngjae simply says.

No words, no less, other than Changmin's heart might have dropped but jumped just a tiny bit. Not because of him possibly being reported to the police but because of Youngjae's powerful gaze staring into his soul, the pain and humiliation burning beneath his beautiful dark eyes.

. . .

"Are you very relaxed? Your suddenly doing ballet."

When the boy is relaxed, he would dance ballet, watch Korean dramas, movies, specifically horror ones, or play games. But the only thing he can do now is dance.

"I just miss one of my friends. . . . "

Yoongi laughs, not surprised. "I know you do, what's his name, Hwall, isn't it? Also, focus on the mission if you want to reside back to your world."

"I've it got it down, see, I'll follow according to the plot and arrange my ideas that way. If Kim Younghoon approaches Lee Hyunjae, I will be a matchmaker. If Son Youngjae approaches Lee Hyunjae, then I will break it up. Although I'm the father, technically the author, I need to control my children's hearts just like how parents do in real life."

"I'll give you a helpful reminder, Son Youngjae meets Lee Hyunjae soon."

After Changmin listens, going through the chapter of the two males meeting each other at the cafe, he pokes his head out of the manga, throwing a concerned look at Yoongi.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. You have great talent in drawing. I just find a young man listening to the peaceful rain quite gorgeous."

"If you want to make fun of my work, say it directly."

Yoongi arrives towards Changmin and sits next to him, "Lee Hyunjae and Kim Younghoon are from a wealthy family, right? Then why would they have a blind date at a cafe when they can have it somewhere luxurious?" He snorts, waiting for the author to respond.

"Yes, and to explain that, there's a sense of relaxation and peace listening to the rain. Having a blind date at a cafe. You don't understand how the author's minds work." Changmin smiles. Yoongi's mouth forms an 'o', nodding. "Anyway, thanks for the advice," the young boy holds a fist so the two can fist bump, "wish me luck!"

Droplets of rain races down towards the window sill heavily but the sound tapping against the object and the ground outside is light, refreshing. It's pleasant to hear. A tall young male sits on a fancy red chair, hands crossed over another resting under his chin.

The soft features of his face make him look almost gorgeous but intimidating with his arm muscles lightly showing from the white shirt he is wearing. Of course not on purpose and his focused honey glazed eyes staring into nothingness.

His phone rings. He accepts the call, bringing it to his ear.

"Hey, sister, is everything okay?"

"I'm fine. Hyunjae, is your blind date with Younghoon going okay?"

"Younghoon isn't even here yet."

"Oh, he'll be here soon. Just wait a bit longer."

"I am. Don't worry I'm fine," Hyunjae ends the call and throws his phone on the chair next to him, going back to listening to the music the rain brings.

While Hyunjae listens to the rain, waiting for his blind date, Kim Younghoon, he wonders if he really should continue waiting.

He's always been respectful and obedient to his family, not understanding his feelings, so he followed them in every situation.

The owner of the shop is trying to walk out of the employee's complaints but the boy continues and even explains why he needs immediate pay.

Youngjae is worried he'll fail.

Youngjae is worried he will not save his little sister in time.

He gasps, accidentally bumping with another person, dishes falling out of his hands. The owner criticizes him.

"Son Youngjae. Do you know how much these plates are worth?"

"I'm so sorry boss."

"Then do you know how much this cafe is worth?"

Both different boys ask.

Hyunjae raises a brow, turning around in his chair, taking note of a young handsome male appearing, gently walking into the scene, a warm confident smile resting on his face, and Youngjae gives him a look, almost baffled.

"You disturbed me listening to the rain."

Again both boys said, Hyunjae now concerned, keeps his cool. He sees that the other boy has everything handled, he leaves the scene with his bodyguards.

Seemingly everything is handled, but the now two boys standing are idiotic to know what they're acknowledging.

Some time passes by as Youngjae attends his duties in the cafe, occasionally glancing at the brunette looking through a book.

He looks back, but the glances come at a pause when Youngjae recognizes a group of men he borrowed money from for his sister's hospital expenses.

Without thinking, he stops and arrives at them, letting them know he doesn't have the money he borrowed to return yet, so they should wait more and be understanding.

The money dealers are not understanding.

Hearing a problem with a worried voice the brunette recognizes, he strides towards their direction. He lets the group of men comprehend whatever issue in the future is related to the other should be dealt with him after he pays for the borrowed money.

"What were you thinking, borrowing money from dangerous people like them? In the future and present, come to me, I'll be there for you and help you. I'll guide you onto the right path. Next time don't engage yourself in those matters, okay?"

"Thank you. I will think of a positive way to return the money to you."

"There's no need," Changmin says, hands tucked in the pant's pockets, turning around to leave.

"Why are you treating me so well?"

"Because everyone deserves love and to be loved no matter what,"a proud smile appears on his face, leaving Youngjae to reflect when he left.

It's dark when Youngjae leaves the cafe and the park, reflecting upon things that occurred within the past days and currently today.

He smiles at the memory of how affectionate and understanding yet annoying the boy he called a pervert is towards him and how he appeared to save him. His smile slowly vanishes when he looks up in the vast sky that's empty.

There are no stars tonight.

There isn't even a moon, well the moon probably said goodnight a few minutes ago.

His mood drops right away when he collides with the same group of men that he met at the cafe. They tell him the company group Changmin mentioned isn't real. Youngjae should pay as soon as possible or they will harm his little sister.

Youngjae doesn't want that. The right side of his chest empties as he drops to the ground, crouching, and lets his tears fall, warm against his cheeks.

He just silently cries because boys don't cry.

Wait, but he isn't a boy.

He's half boy, half-wolf.

Okay then, put it this way too, brave animals like wolves don't cry.

The next day Changmin arrived at the cafe, hoping to see Youngjae doing well and attending his duties. He learns the wolf-prince boy isn't working today.

He thought about it, but nothing came to mind. He hears a conversation, seeing Lee Hyunjae's bodyguards asking the waitresses about something. When one of the waitresses tells him about Hyunjae's wallet going missing the other day he came to the shop, Changmin's mind clicks.

How could he forget this was the moment which connects Son Youngjae with Lee Hyunjae. Son Youngjae finds Hyunajae's wallet and uses the excuse of returning it, acting like a little puppy before Lee Hyunjae, then gains his financial aid.

Way to go, slow-poke.

ANNOUNCEMENTS ABOUT the Lunar College's outstanding honorary title of the year flows through the campus as students walk around. Youngjae slowly makes for the Sun's family crown prince, to return his wallet.

When he's almost there, he almost has a heart attack as he feels a warm hand cover his mouth, arm wrapped around his waist, struggling to escape, and then cornered against the wall.

Changmin's arm is propped against the wall, not planning on giving Youngjae a chance to escape.

"What are you doing here?"

"Why did you follow me here?" Youngjae looks at Changmin in utter irritation, chest heaving.

"I—I wanted to take you back to work," it's a part lie; this boy had no other choice right now. He was not letting Youngjae connect with the crown prince.

"I have a six-minute break."

"Don't even say that. I won't give you six or even a minute."

"Fine."

Youngjae bends down but pauses, standing back up when Changmin's legs stop him from escaping. He almost laughs.

What is this? Some kind of K-drama?

Unknowingly Changmin smiles; he doesn't know exactly why.

Then Youngjae gives him a hint of puppy eyes that express please let me go. I'll listen after.

It doesn't work with the brunette.

"Give me the wallet."

"Why? What do you plan on doing with it?" Youngjae isn't giving up.

"The question should be directed to you." Changmin isn't giving up.

"I'm returning the wallet," Youngjae says, finding this conversation too long and unnecessary once again.

"I found the wallet first. I'll return it to Hyunjae."

Changmin doesn't care if he's lying at this point, he just wants Youngjae not near or have any association with the crown prince of the Sun family, Lee Hyunjae.

"No!"

Since Youngjae isn't giving up, Changmin has no choice.

He reaches for the wallet. The other boy brings his hands closer to his chest, about to make a run for it, only to find himself caged between the brunette's arms as his front meets the wall.

Changmin's other hand lands against the wall, trapping the younger boy and smirks. Gasping in a quiet voice, Youngjae looks over his shoulder, meeting eyes with him,  then back at the wall, feeling vulnerable.

He didn't like feeling weak and helpless.

It made him think he was like this for his little sister too.

"You don't just want to return the wallet. You just want to meet with Lee Hyunjae. To get to know him and perhaps more, aren't I right? Listen, you shouldn't, meeting him will only be bad for you." Changmin says in a quiet voice.

Youngjae turns around and finally finds the courage to speak, "I don't know what you're talking about," he pretends, ripping his gaze away from the other.

"You don't have to understand anything. You just have to understand our meeting me was faith," Changmin's hand lifts Youngjae's chin so he could meet his gaze.

"My faith is good." Youngjae's words almost jumble. He found it hard to look in the brunette's saccharine warm brown eyes because he would have drowned in them, but hadn't he already?

"Don't be like this. If your faith was that good, then why would you go near Hyunjae? Don't you love him because you love his money?"

Loving people for money was such a foolish inference. It occurred almost all the time.

He couldn't be wrong.

Youngjae's brows sink in, fists clenched, "I don't love Hyunjae."

"You love his money, then."

"All you've said is all about money, money, money. It seems like you only seem to have affection for money, not the other way around. You think you understand me?"

A chuckle leaves the brunette's mouth.

"Of course, I'm the one that understands you the most."

"You think you understand me? Well, then, okay, you can take the wallet and return it to Hyunjae," Youngjae plants the wallet in Changmin's hand, grimacing. Taking the brown wallet from him, Changmin leaves to return the wallet, however, is pulled away from the bodyguard.

Youngjae appears, grinning at the sight before him with the card in his hand. He finally gets the chance to return the wallet—correction, card for now. He explains the misunderstanding and eventually gets Hyunjae's invitation to a masquerade ball his family has prepared for his marriage with his finance, Kim Younghoon.

Hyunjae tells this to Youngjae but lets him know he wants the opening dance to be with him.

"Fake."

Changmin compliments, watching Youngjae rise the elegant dark suit he brought with Hyunjae's financial aid. Youngjae ignores the upcoming words from the brunette's mouth but finds it difficult to do so.

"Hyunjae didn't buy this, did he?"

Youngjae moves his hand, telling the brunette to leave him, so he can peacefully admire the outfit he doesn't often wear (elegant, party outfits).

"Son Youngjae, don't go to the ball with Lee Hyunjae. If you do, it will be catastrophic. The dance is like committing a big crime!" Youngjae stops admiring the suit, annoyance written all over his face. "Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Why must you have to go to Hyunjae's aid?"

Youngjae sighs of frustration, gently throwing the suit on the table in front of him.

"Ji Changmin! How much longer can you act like a prince charming?"

"What do you mean by those words?"

Youngjae adjusts the suit back in the bag and leaves, asking for the brunette to move before he could say anything more.

Sitting down, Changmin begins to wonder other ways to gain Youngjae's trust and stop him from getting close to Hyunjae. Wondering what happened next in the plot, he grabs the manga out from his jacket, flips through the pages, and reads over the ball scene.

At the ball, Hyunjae and Younghoon experience love at first sight. Youngjae isn't willing to be the background. Before the dance starts, Youngjae purposely spills grape juice on Kim Younghoon's outfit, causing him to miss the dance. Then, Son Youngjae became Lee Hyunjae's dancing partner and the most shining lead that evening.

There's a sly smirk curving his lips at the thought of controlling the wolf-prince boy. He knows that he's up to no good. As the author father, he's got to control his children's heart.

True to his words, he doesn't realize that not every author's characters are children to them but perhaps may blossom into something more heavenly.

A/N: Just wanted to mention the dance choreography Changmin & Youngjae knew was the one 1 Million Dance Studio Lia Kim & May J Lee choreographed