Part II – Youngjae and Daehyun

This is the last night that Youngjae and Daehyun can be together. They know it. Youngjae knows it, and Daehyun knows it too. They both know it. It hurts them. That's all they have. There's nothing else for them.

Youngjae is in his chamber. He sits on the couch, so he watches the flames dancing inside the chimney as he sips a glass of wine, coloring his mouth with a scarlet shade that makes him look dangerously beautiful. He's a masterpiece of art. A prince. He made of an ephemeral beauty, difficult to describe, but also fragile. He loses himself in the evocative image of the fire that devours the wood piece after piece by reducing it to ashes. It's cruel. Maleficent.

Daehyun, who's looking at him from afar, keeps a distance between them.

"You're going to assassinate him tonight" Youngjae tells him as he puts the goblet on the table, then he gets up and he goes to him, standing beside him.

They fall silent, both of them, as if the words are no longer needed.

“I'm yours to command” Daehyun says by breaking the silence that shatters into thousand fragments.

“You're mine to command” Youngjae says in a steady, almost baleful and serious tone, so he stretches out a finger towards him, sliding a thumb on one side of his face.

"I'm yours" Daehyun remarks again as if it's never, ever enough, then he grabs his hand and he holds it tightly, moving it to