Seongwoo frantically searched boxes for clothes for his meet up with the stranger. He brought most of his wardrobe with him, which was good. Though Seongwoo wasn't the type to freak out over clothes, he freaked out. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

"I could wear this or this. Maybe those shoes would work..." He rummaged around looking for a suitable outfit. This led to Seongwoo cleaning out his boxes and hanging his clothes in his new closet. For the most part he got side tracked, but Seongwoo had finished putting his outfit together anyway.

His phone rang and he hurried over to answer the incoming call.

"Hello?" Seongwoo pulled the phone to his ear and brightened up. "Hey stranger!"

"Don't call me that. I have a name," the stranger said.

"Well of course you have a name."

"My name is—"

"No! Don't tell me. I want to keep calling you stranger for a little while. It helps keep the suspenseful mood going until we meet." Seongwoo smiled and ignored the butterflies in his chest.

They talked for over an hour.

...

"Why are we here?" Samuel shivered in spite of his thick coat. In front of him stood his best friend.

The pair were on the balcony of Samuel's room. Their footsteps showed clearly in the white snow. Guards stood in close proximity in case something were to happen. Nothing dangerous seemed likely as the joyous mood was infectious. Merry civilians roamed around, basking in the holiday spirit. It obviously affected Daehwi as well. They stood behind the railing, leaning against it for support.

"Why shouldn't we be here?" Daehwi's eyes twinkled. "Let's sing."

"Sing? I can't sing," objected Samuel. He backed away from the railing.

"You mean you won't sing."

"Are you being a chicken?"

"People will hear us. I don't want to get into trouble." The prince stepped inside his heated room. "We can sing inside. I can have the servants bring a karaoke machine or we can go to the movie room to pop in a musical." 

"It isn't the same as caroling out here! If we can't leave the castle today, we might as well be outside the castle," reasoned Daehwi.

"Is my home that bad to you?"

"No, I'm not saying that. I simply want to spend quality time with my..." Daehwi paused, not sure how to describe Samuel. Best friend would only make reality hurt. "I just want to exist with you."

"When you put it like that..."

"Please?"

In the days that would come, King Seungcheol and King Jeonghan would smile at the mention of singing. Technology was a blessing. Especially when spying on their son.

...

"You plan on making me watch this?!" The surprise was evident in Jihoon's voice. "I am way too scared of horror movies."

"Well how was I supposed to know that?" Jinyoung threw his hands up in the artificial, cheese-filled scented air. "What movie do you want to watch then?"

"How about this one?" Jihoon pointed to a poster advertising a comedy movie.

"I'll watch it because I've  seen some of the actors in other productions," agreed Jinyoung. "The rest of the reason is because I love you."

If Jihoon had been eating popcorn, he would've choked. 

"Yo-you do?" he sputtered. "Uh, I think this relationship is moving too fast for me." Jihoon coughed.

"Oh." Jinyoung looked at his hands, retracting them to their original position. It saying I love you was too much for Jihoon, holding hands in public was not an option. At least not yet. Jinyoung winced.

Jihoon took a deep breath. "I just want to take things slow. Is that—"

"Yeah, that's fine. I'm cool with it. No problem. I was going to say the same thing." Jinyoung shut his mouth. How embarrassing! He just could not stop the stream of words. He twisted his fingers together. "Let's buy the tickets."

"Of course."

...

"You are literally not helping my headache," grumbled King Seungcheol to Lee Jihoon. "I need a nap." He frowned. "I'm turning into my spouse now. Wonderful!" The king brought his hand to his face and sighed.

"Sire, I can't handle more than one Jeonghan. Please gain control of yourself before I step down," Jihoon deadpanned. 

"You know what I enjoy about you?"

"What is it your majesty?"

"You do not mince words and you speak your mind even though I could have you thrown out of the castle."

"Thanks Cheol, I feel loved."

"You are welcome lowly peasant."

"That's it, I'm retiring!"

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please do not forget to comment and give votes/kudos. What ship do you all want to get together the most? (Samhwi, Winkdeep, or Ongniel?) -Veil