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“Mate,” Felix says, plopping his hands down on Hyunjin’s shoulders and looking him in the eyes while the others are being filmed in some garden. “I need you to stop calling me a prince.”
“I don’t think that’s why they’re calling you princess online,” Hyunjin offers.
“No,” Felix agrees. “That is because Lino keeps carrying me around bridal style like I am a princess.”
“Fair,” Hyunjin agrees. “Why do you let him do that?”
“It makes him happy.”
“It doesn’t make you feel weird?”
“In that it makes my ass even more of a target, or in that I feel like a pretty, pretty princess?”
“Um.”
“Chan throws me over his shoulder. The princess carry is more comfortable.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” Hyunjin asks, checking to make sure no one is pointing a camera at them.
“Always.”
“I hate being the tallest. I want to get carried around, too.”
“Will a piggyback ride do?”
“Yes!” Hyunjin squeals and hops on Felix’s back.
“Hyunjin.” Yongbok bangs his face into Hyunjin’s shoulder.
“Yes, Yongbok-ah?” Hyunjin pets his pretty blond hair.
“I don’t want you to think that I don’t appreciate your Yongbok pretty agenda. I do. But I need you to stop calling me a fairy.”
“But you look just like a—mmmh!” Hyunjin protests the hand wrapped around his mouth by sticking his tongue out, but he should have known it wouldn’t bother Yongbok.
“Look. Hyunjin. I am aware of how I look.”
“Are people saying bad things about you on the internet again?”
“Um. Yes, yes!” Felix sounds weirdly excited. Perky, even. “People are calling me a euphemism for homosexual!”
“Are you happy people are calling you a homosexual?”
“Oh, uh. No,” Yongbok scrunches his face in a silly, mock somber way. “It is terrible.”
Hyunjin laughs. “Fine! Are you gay?”
“Oh, uh. I don’t think I really have a preference. I like muscles, I guess. I quite liked Chaeyoung for a bit. I don’t know.”
“But someone said something to you about people calling you homosexual online because I keep calling you a fairy, and I should stop.”
“It would be nice if you would stop, yes, please.”
“What can I call you?”
“Felix?”
“Ugh. That is so hard to say!”
“It’s fine. You can call me Yongbok.”
“Let me guess, I have to stop calling you my angel.”
“I don’t love it, but it’s fine.”
“You don’t like that I think you’re an angel?”
“I’m not an angel.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree, my angel.”
“It just makes me feel—“
“Happy because you are loved by your friends?”
“Sure. Ok.” Felix plays with Hyunjin’s fingers silently for a few moments, then mumbles softly, “You’re loved by your friends, too, Hyunjin.”
“Felix, I need you to stop calling me baby.”
“You call me baby. But I can’t call you baby?”
“I’ll stop calling you baby if you want me to.”
“I like it when you call me baby.”
“You like it when Han and Seungmin or the staff call you baby, too.”
“It’s nice.”
“I liked it better when it was just me.”
“Hannie started it!”
“I thought you would tell me to stop calling you baby, and I would be reminded that you are not interested in me, but I would get to call you baby for a while until then. I can’t take it, though. It feels so much worse this way, like I am not even worth noticing enough to let me down easy, again. I just blend into the crowd of people who want—“
“Please stop. I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. When have you ever?”
“My prince. My fairy. My angel. Baby, I have been throwing myself at you for years, and you keep knocking me down.”
“I didn’t know. I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant when I asked you to stop. I. Ok. This is going to sound insane. I’m an elven prince. I ran away from home. I don’t want them to find me.”
“So you became a celebrity?”
“I wasn’t supposed to be a celebrity! Also, you weren’t supposed to believe me.”
“I like the idea that you have been oblivious and an elf more than that you have been rejecting me intentionally for years.”
“I really am oblivious.”
“I should have figured that you wouldn’t be that lowkey intentionally, given how completely upfront you are.”
“No.”
“But you stayed, even after we became celebrities.”
“I liked where I was. I liked who I was with. And they don’t get the internet in the glade. Besides, this isn’t what I really look like.”
“So, you’re not ethereally beautiful?”
“Have you seen me?”
“I’ve seen you every day for years.”
“I mean, I am a fairy prince. I actually am kind of ethereally pretty. But I’m disguised as a human, so I don’t know. It’s just kind of. I don’t know. Gross. I was picturing sort of a juvenile troll, when they go through the phase where they eat 24/7 and are still just trying not to starve to death, but before they lose all their baby cuteness. It seemed like a good disguise.”
“Oh, baby. You fucked up. You don’t look like a troll at all.”
“Have you seen a troll?”
“Do they look like fairy-prince-angel-babies?”
“They do not.”
“What do they look like?”
“I mean. Trolls.”
“You do not look like a troll.”
“But human? I’m super close, right?”
“Now that I know it’s possible to not be human, I’m less sure.”
“Shut up. No one else noticed anything.”
“I spend a lot more time looking at you.”
“You hardly look at me at all anymore!”
“You’re completely oblivious.”
“I’m not!”
“Do you know how the dorms got divided?”
“By bedtime?”
“You game until 2am.”
“Yes.”
“So, no. We divided it up by putting the people who slobber over you the most in one dorm and left Seungmin to protect you from I.N braiding your hair in your sleep.”
“I love and appreciate Seungmin more every day.”
“But you like me best of the ones that drool over you, right?” Hyunjin makes a cute face.
“I love you most out of everyone.”