Bumjoons

(taken from the sketch)

Yeonjun is the son of the Duke.
Beomgyu is the count's son.

Music blares everywhere, jarringly jarring on the ears. The children of prominent figures dance in the ballroom. The air smells of cloying wealth and praise, and it's terribly stuffy. Choi falls behind the crowd, waiting for the Count to begin a conversation with the Duke, then lets him out of sight and leaves the dull parquet floor.
Beomgyu emerges from the huge hall. He knows this place very well and knows where the boy who loves lilies is. The young man stuffs his hands into the pockets of his expensive, custom-made shorts. It's cool outside, the kind of weather Beomgyu loves. He approaches a small garden, completely planted with flowers and trees, and among them, a young man stands out, sitting on the grass.
"I'm glad you found me," Yeonjun greets quietly, without turning around, continuing to examine the newly grown flowers. "The room is stuffy, and my father's gaze is terrorizing me, so I ran away."
"I ran away too," the young man sits down. He takes Yeonjun's hand, interlocking his fingers and forming a lock. "It smells delicious in here."
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