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"Well..." Yoongi had to smile as well, shrugging his shoulders a little. "Perhaps she wasn't entirely mistaken, although that would have been just a little before your time. I'd done most of that before I ever met you." Which was maybe strange, given how relatively young he had been there, but the life of a soldier certainly lent itself to maturing a little faster. At least in some ways.

"I always thought that maybe, once I earned my honours, I could come back and see if you were married yet. I didn't think I stood much of a chance. Prince and all."

"Are you kidding me? I would have had you in a heartbeat. I doodled our names somewhere in my room up there. M.Y hearts 10 or some bullshit like that." It was a more innocent time in his life. One where he thought that he would be a prince forever and not have to do so much but he could breed his snakes, see his people and help them out, maybe marry Yoongi one day.

"Dad told me once that he'd give up trying to control me in any respect and he just hoped I settled down." Didn't really matter with who.

"I never thought I'd be in a position to assume I could be worthy of a prince. I've changed a lot since then." For one thing, he had a lot less respect for the ruling class, but more than that, he had simply matured. Seen a lot and done a lot. And as of tonight, done even more than he could have ever imagined. "And here I am now. You are even further beyond my reach than you were when I first met you. I feel I should build you a temple rather than kiss you."

"You're the only man worshipping me."

With a small laugh, he reached out and took Yoongi's hand, turning around and looking down. His snakes were okay. They were in their cages, the smell of blood was gone and it almost seemed normal. Almost. He knew something was off but he was trying his hardest to fight this. "I want to go to my room. The place where we... you know. I want to show you the carving and I want to show you the view again." That was his challenge. He wanted to go to his room. He hadn't been thee, not even in a dream, for a long time. "Help me?"

"Give it time. I won't be the last. Beautiful Ten. What a God you'll be."

Yoongi held his hand and nodded, keeping his focus on Ten rather than their surroundings, because he had a feeling that they were tied. He couldn't be too bothered with the logistics of this place. It didn't smell like blood any more, so that was something.

"I'm with you," he said immediately, nodding his head, "I'll help you. No matter what."

This wasn't a challenge he could beat by simply slicing his way through people, real or imaginary. He would follow Ten's lead.

Ten nodded his head and slowly, he climbed the stairs and pushed the door open. Looking around fearfully, he clung to Yoongi and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Cheon is always on the throne. We have to be really quiet if we want to get upstairs." He knew the name of the game was defeat but he just couldn't provoke him. He was too afraid.

He wanted to avoid and retreat. He was naked, vulnerable and trapped. Yoongi or not, he was still afraid.

Yoongi nodded, not saying anything. But he stayed by Ten, even as he looked around, holding on to him. Sooner or later he would have to face Cheon, they would have to, but there was no need to rush. At least not yet. Perhaps there was some point into taking the long route, perhaps Ten would feel better prepared to face him eventually.

So instead of aiming for the throne room, he took the way to Ten's room, still remembering it from days long gone, even if this place followed different rules than the real world.

Holding Yoongi's hand, Ten led him up and up, weaving through the hallway. "My bedroom is always at the end. Ten at the end. Five got the best room, right by the bathroom. I hated her for that." Ten smiled faintly as as they walked by, each room began to look less destroyed and more like their old rooms. They always left their doors open, it was a very open sort of community. He and his siblings had little secrets among them.

As he entered his room, he looked around and frowned lightly. "It hasn't changed." Unlike his siblings, his room was still destroyed. All his stuff had been knocked over, his snake enclosures smashed. He looked around, kicking the broken bits of glass. "They dragged me out of here. I tried to hide. My oldest brother blocked my door off for me. He thought that ... that there would be a chance."

Yoongi moved so he could wrap his arms around Ten from behind, doing what he could to try and make him feel safer. He looked around the room, noting the damage more than anything. "The attack on your kingdom was cowardly, but overwhelming. I doubt there could have ever been a chance. I'm sorry."

He had studied it all recently, preparing for the war. One that he'd still have to fight, provided he made it out of here. "That's not how it looked when I was here though. I remember it well."

He pressed his lips against Ten's neck, just for a moment. "You seemed to know exactly what you wanted, until you suddenly got nervous. Very cute."

"I thought it'd go one way and then fucking Seven told me it doesn't go that way and then Five gave me weird advise. I didn't want to do some of the stuff but I didn't know if it was expected. They were apparently just being dicks cause I got you first." And they managed to make him freak out before his first time and not know what he was doing. With a sad sigh, he nuzzled closer to Yoongi and closed his eyes.

"You still smell so good."

Exactly as he had before they'd done it. The room slowly started to go back to that day and Ten closed his eyes, smiling a little. "You slept so long after! Sooooo long. I thought I'd killed you."

"You were very sweet. And you're very sweet to say that too, because my guess is that I likely smelled sweaty." Well, it stood to reason, given he had been training and competing all day. He just hadn't thought about it much at the time, up until he was in bed with a beautiful prince who smelled like flowers. That was the kind of experience that brought things into perspective.

"In my defence, I didn't exactly get to sleep much otherwise. Besides, that night was my first time in a bed in months and my first time in a bed that soft as well." That had taken quite a bit of explaining once he'd finally woken up. "Here we are. That's where I best remember you."

"The hot sweaty smell is sexy, you know? Especially on guys." Ten opened his eyes and looked around, smiling a little. This was more like his room. He turned his head and his snakes were alive again. "I'm so glad you liked my snakes. So many people ran away. The only other person who would just let my snakes crawl all over him was little Jiminie."

Sure, Jimin was older than him but he always felt younger. He turned his head to the side and smiled, nodding forward. "That's where I carved our names. Under my writing desk."

"I guess. Maybe these days I prefer when someone smells the way you do. Clean, sweet. Too much time spent around sweaty men." Yoongi smiled as he saw the snakes, tightening his grip around Ten. "There aren't snakes where I'm from. Maybe it's too cold. That's why I was sure I'd never take you there for more than a visit. You belong somewhere warmer. Just likes snakes. Maybe like Prince Jimin too."

Perhaps that was just something they had in common. Beautiful princes and snakes. Weirder correlations existed. He took a hold of Ten's hand and pulled him forward so he could look under the desk. "There it is. Your name is just like it looks on my arm."

Ten dropped to his knees and crawled under, lying on his back with a smile and grabbing Yoongi, making him do the same. He checked both and then touched both with either hand. It was true. There was no denying it. "We both have some seriously ugly handwriting." Ten laughed and God, he didn't think he'd ever laugh like this again. He grinned and turned his head, looking at Yoongi.

"Thank you for making me feel like this." He missed being happy. "I don't like to be sad but lately it's hard to stop. It's so overwhelming. It's like drowning in black ooze. There's no light and -- it's hard. This makes it easier."

"I told you. I'll spend all my life trying to help you. Whether it's by making you laugh or fighting for you." That was what he swore every night and morning, after all. "I know what it's like. Being swallowed by darkness. You carry a heavy burden, Ten. I want to be there for you."

He kept holding Ten's hand, as he looked at their names under the desk. "Do you think you could get dressed here, in your room? I'm not sure if it will make a difference, but perhaps. I know that he-- He is powerful here. But this is your mind. Your dream. You are the one giving him power. Give yourself power too."

"Why? Getting tired of seeing my dick?"

It was easier to joke than anything. He smiled softly and then he moved forward, climbing out from the desk and heading off towards his wardrobe. When he opened it, there were clothes for him to wear. He took them nervously, like they'd disappear any moment. "Cheon never let me wear clothes. He stripped me the first day and that was it. I tried to put some back on once and he -- it didn't end well."

He pulled his pants up and yanked a shirt over himself, swiftly buttoning it up. "Do we have to go face him?"

"When you are ready." Yoongi didn't know if there was a time limit to all this. He supposed eventually his body might starve and he knew he shouldn't be leaving Namjoon and Jungkook without him, but other than that, he didn't know. However, he knew that hiding forever couldn't be the option. He looked at Ten, then went down on one knee.

"I'm ready to fight for you. I'm ready to wait with you too."

"We should do it. I don't want -- I don't want you to die. If you think he's winning, retreat! We can fight later." If he lost Yoongi, he lost whatever shred of hope he had. He held onto Yoongi's hand tight and eyed the door. It seemed to get further and further away as his anxiety got worse but slowly, it stopped and he willed himself to move.

"Don't let them get me." That was all he asked. "I'd rather die."

"I won't let them." Yoongi at least intended to do whatever was within his power to help that. He took Ten's right hand with his left and walked with him, wishing that there was a way to do this without him there, but that was ridiculous. His dream, his consciousness, his mind he was battling in. And he was ready for the fight. Perhaps this was what he'd felt in the air tonight.

"Make sure to tell people about me, if I don't make it. I want a tiny statue in the temples they'll build for you."

"You have have big statues. I'll lie about both our heights. Giant men, we are." They crept out into the hallway and Ten kept close, gripping his hand just a little tighter now. "I don't want you to die. Please. If there's a problem, just run. We'll both run. We can try again later."

As they got closer and closer to the throne room, the place around them got darker and smaller. Ten's fear overrode a lot of the more logical ideas around them. He swallowed hard. "I don't want to do this." He just knew he had to.

"You are not alone, Ten. I won't leave you alone, no matter what." Yoongi tightened his grip on Ten's hand a little, doing his best to not feel too uneasy about everything surrounding them and what was to come. He looked at the doors to the throne room when they finally reached them, turning his head to catch Ten's eyes. "I'm with you."

That said he opened the door, trying to be ready for whatever might be waiting for them. Cheon, he expected that, but he had never even seen the man. He was going to see him in Ten's nightmare for the first time. It was an unsettling thought.

"You're with me. You're with me." He kept repeating it, kept telling himself it as he crept forward, nervous and afraid. He was shaking a little but he kept going, kept telling himself that he had Yoongi. He knew, as soon as they opened the door, that Cheon probably didn't look like Cheon but in his mind, he had warped his enemy into an inhuman monster.

His eyes were pure dark, he was so much bigger than he probably was in life and definitely taller. Just being near the nightmare creature, Ten's mind went blank and he frozen. This was a mistake. Why did they do this? They needed to run.

That seemed about right. Yoongi stepped in front of Ten to defend him, but kept one arm behind him so he could also keep holding on to him too. "Remember, you are the one giving him power," he muttered, wishing that Ten would give him some power instead. But he supposed that wasn't how it worked.

He looked at Cheon, wondering if he could just attack him. That seemed too simple though.

"Come here, Ten." Cheon's voice didn't sound human either, but it definitely sounded commanding, threatening and as if he was expecting to be obeyed.

"No, no, no, no, no."

Ten reached behind Yoongi and clung to the back of his shirt, trying to duck behind Yoongi and look smaller. He couldn't go to Cheon, he couldn't let him hurt him. "That's what he likes, Yoongi. That's him!" In his head, in his mind, this was Cheon and he didn't even think about what he did to him to change him. "Keep me safe."

He didn't want to go over there. He knew he should but it was too much. He looked at the monster then looked away. "Get out of my house!"

"This is my house now. You are mine. Have you forgotten that? Should I remind you?"

Cheon got up from the throne and took a step toward them and Yoongi was beginning to wonder if he could even see him, just when the man, the creature, finally appeared to notice him.

"You think you can hide behind someone? He'll abandon you like all your hyungs did. Just another coward. I'm all there is for you."

"You know that's not true, Ten." Yoongi looked at this monster, wondering where he would attack if that was what it came down to. Gigantic. Hard to find a weakness.

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