“Well, everyone calls him Cinderella, but his real name is Kibum,” Minho told the Prince.

“Kibum?” asked Jonghyun while making a thoughtful expression.

“Yes, why? Is something wrong?” Minho questioned. Jonghyun shook his head lightly before answered.

“No, the name is just familiar.”

“It’s a common name,” said Minho.

“You’re right.” Jonghyun nodded. “Anyway, where is he?”

“In your private garden. Should I come with you?” Minho questioned.

“No, please find more information about him,” Jonghyun said, leaving hasty.

“And when am I going to meet him?” Minho called after the Prince.

“Soon enough, just help me with the information first. Thank you.” Jonghyun shouted back and left hasty.

The Prince found Kibum in the garden, standing under a blooming tree with his hand in the air and his eyes closed as if he was feeling the pink cherry blossoms against his skin. For one second, Jonghyun forgot what he was supposed to do. He just stood there, watching the other boy while a smile unknowing appeared on his lips. This beautiful picture reminded him of something.

---Flashback---

“Look, Jjong, it’s snowing. Pink snow.” The Prince heard his friend called. Kibum was standing under their favorite cherry tree, waving at him. It was cherry blossom season. The garden was pink, covered with those little cute blossoms. Cherry petals were falling down from the tree slowly as if they had wings and were carefully landing on the ground, and every time when a wind blew, the air was immediately filled with thousands of little pink petals, making it looked like a mini pink snowstorm.

“Pabo, that isn’t snow,” said Jonghyun as he came closer, patted the younger boy’s head gently.

“I’m not a pabo,” Kibum pouted, grabbed Jjong’s hand and raise it in the air.

“You have to feel it. Come on, close your eyes,” said Key as he turned his head up too and closed his eyes.

---Flashback ended---

“What are you doing?” Jonghyun asked, breaking the silence.

“Prince Jonghyun,” Kibum said in shock, turned around. He was so deep in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard the Prince coming. It was always like that when he stood under a cherry tree. He would travel to his own world. Besides, it was blooming season and the flower’s scent was everywhere in the air.

“What are you doing?” Jonghyun repeated.

“Feeling the snow,” answered Key, half playfully, half seriously.

“What?”  Jonghyun asked in disbelief. Somehow this boy remembered him of his Bummie. But how?

“Just kidding, I’m not a Pabo.” Key laughed, causing Jonghyun to smile unknowingly at the memory he had never forgotten.

I’m not a Pabo

“It’s so good the tree is still here,” Key said and all of sudden, Jonghyun’s smile disappeared while his expression became serious again. How could he forget his real intention? Stupid cherry tree.  

“It seems like you’ve been oftener here than I thought.” He said with a low voice that caused Key to remember in which situation Jonghyun and he were. For a short moment, he thought he was talking to the old Jonghyun. Yet, he wasn’t.

“So, tell me, why were you at the ball? Did the killer send you? Wh