~The Dark Prince

The sharp look in his heavily guarded eyes made Taecyeon freeze. It felt as if a sharp shard of ice pierced his heart. Taecyeon struggled shortly to breathe before attempting to calm his breathing angrily. He visioned a dark shadow to crawl out and wrap itself on the ice particle, and yanked it out before letting out a satisfied sigh as he crushed the ice. The opposer's small, petite frame blocking the way of the entrance was perfect. The look in his eyes clashed with the soft face that seemed so cold. Taecyeon wanted to feel it, see if it was as soft or cold as it seemed. Although Taecyeon didn't know who the chilly man was, his aura spoke volumes. He was royalty, no doubt. He was probably the prince of this rich, snowy land. It was foreign to him, the air that allowded your breath to be seen... In his homeland- Taecyeon frowned. The frosty air seemed to have no affect on the prince. The black fur on his shoulders ruffled in the chill, and Taecyeon hid a smirk. 'He's adorable for such a tough act.' And as if the prince heard his thought, the harsh face grew dark. The glass floor under the cold man froze slowly, spreading out in tiny ice patterns that swirled around the prince. "What are you doing here?" the man questioned. Taecyeon raised an eyebrow. "You haven't heard?" The ice prince frowned. His mouth that was decorated with a natural pout opened. "Who are you?" Taecyeon smiled. "Oh, so you rephrased the question. Good choice." The prince's frown grew even more prominent, as if it were possible. Yet the ice mask he wore never faded; there was no trace of emotion on his face or voice. Speaking of his voice, it was the first time Taecyeon had ever seen such great control over emotion. He couldn't wait to crack the fragile prince's resolve. Taecyeon flexed his gloved hand and offered, "It's Taecyeon." The glass face opened its pink mouth to speak, but Taecyeon interupted. "It's impolite to ask an other's name without saying yours." The precious prince's dark cloud above his eyebrows vanished. With a more relaxed stance, he said, "Jang Wooyoung, prince of ice." Taecyeon whistled low. "So we're using formalties now, are we? Cute. So... nice meeting you Jang Wooyoung." Taecyeon finished with a killer smile. It got anyone in his castle to fall for him- which was the sole reason why he rarely used it. So when When Wooyoung had no reaction, Taecyeon's ego flared up. Yet something told him this would happen. 'Well then. Let's see if my precious ice prince can handle this...?' The dark prince disappeared in black smoke, causing Wooyoung to raise a fine eyebrow. Wooyoung seemed to shrug, and turned around, ready to pass the entrance he was blocking to go back to his castle. To his unseen amusement, Taecyeon was there, his black jacket pressing against the crystal wall. The said man spoke. "I forgot to tell you. I'm the dark prince Taecyeon, here for your delicate hand." With that, he took a big step forward and gathered Wooyoung in his strong arms. Wooyoung's eyes grew wide. And he lay still wrapped in a warmth he never knew. Unconsciously, he found himself moving closer into the warmth. Taecyeon smiled at the boy in his arms and slightly angled his head to smell the other prince's neck. Oddly, it smelled like... Like... Something wonderful. It was heaven. As Taecyeon leaned in to pinpoint exactly what it was, the figure in his arm squirmed. Taecyeon growled deep in his throat and pratically shoved Wooyoung to his chest and sighed. After a few split seconds, Taecyeon's eyes snapped open and he shoved Wooyoung away. While the expressionless Wooyoung stumbled around trying to regain his lost footing, Taecyeon shakily smiled and processed the thoughts going through his mind. 'What was that...? No. This is just a game. Snap out of it. You can't loose.' And with that, he vanished once more.