Taekwoon walked the streets, wearing clothes that would make him fit in. His royal robes neatly folded on his bed back at the palace.

It was raining and it was wise of Hongbin to remind him to take an umbrella. The rain was insistent and he had to take cover under a shed.

"Good day." the man next to Taekwoon greeted. The prince stared. This man... he was beautiful and warm. Even under washed out clothes, he was radiant. A flower was neatly tucked behind his ear and his smile never wavered.

"Here." Taekwoon said, handing more than the umbrella.