solidify // minsung

{6}

Minho followed the routine that Changbin had been teaching him and his brothers, sloppily doing each move, not caring if he had to do it properly or not. His movements were slow as he had a bored expression on his face, not wanting to continue with this stupid, pointless practice.

"Focus Minho!" Changbin demanded, his fake but realistic-looking sword pointed at the prince. "This is important!"

"Important my arse." Minho spoke back, his hands moving towards his hips and holding them there as he glared at Changbin.

"Just concentrate Minho!" Hyunjin said, nudging his brother.

"No!" Minho spat out, his eyes darting from his brother to the control freak guard. "I'm older than him and, I am the crown prince!"

"Well 'crown prince', that doesn't even act like one might I add. Your father-" Changbin stated, in a matter-of-a-fact tone, swinging the sword around as he spoke. "Who...is the king! If you didn't notice, he put me in charge of you lot to teach you, so, I AM IN CHARGE!"

"Ooooh, Minho got told." Felix sang, grinning from ear to ear.

"He got in troublllle!" Jeongin chimed in, following his brother's movement.

"SHUT UP!" Minho roared, his eyes burning holes into his two younger brothers.

They all went silent, until Changbin started chuckling. "You guys are funny."

"You too!" Minho said, snapping his head back to the guard.

"How rude."

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Thinking about that night in the river, Jisung shivered at thought of Minho whispering his name. He bites his lip, trying to stop a squeal as he fanned his cheeks, they seemed to be heating a lot more than usual.

"Can't stop thinking about your boyfriend?" Chan teased as Jisung rolls his eyes and gives him the middle finger. What a dick!

"Shut up Chan. He is NOT my boyfriend. How many times do I have to tell you to get it through your fucking thick skull?!" Jisung hissed before thinking back to the moment before they were rudely interrupted by a 'Changbin'.

He realised the clothes he wore were more formal, too formal for a normal commoner like himself that he could tell from the moonlight. Jisung noticed that Minho had a graceful movement about him too as his movements had a certain fluid about them. He bit his lip before brushing it off but he then remembered something.

Don't we have a prince named Minho? If he recalled, he never met anyone else with the same name as the prince himself. He tried to ignore the thought but the more he tried to ignore it, the more he focused on solving the mystery behind the male he fell in love with.

"Jisung! Stop zoning out!" Chan scolds as he and Jisung took care of their stall in the markets. Sora was too unwell to be able to help so Chan offered despite their protests.

"Why are you helping? Shouldn't you be practicing for your performance at the palace?" Jisung looks at Chan with a quizzical look on his face after he served a customer.

"This is more important."

"Chan!" Jisung scolds, "Go home and practice your song! You need to perfect it if you're to perform with the princes in front of the king!"

"But..."

"No buts! I can do this on my own. Now shoo!" Jisung excused himself from a customer as he pushed Chan out from the stall, making the older male stumble away from him.

Chan pouted as Jisung glared before shooing him off with his hands and returning to his customer. Luckily for him, she was understanding and didn't mind waiting.