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The butler opened his mouth to further argue his point when his words were muffled by a disgusting hand pressed against it. Muffled yells sounded as he tried to get Haneul's hand off him, a large vein pulsing at the side of his head. He was aiming an area to punch Haneul when the man launched himself at Eun-Ho. Where Balthazar got worried, Heinrich became amused. So this Haneul fellow didn't support the two either? Hmph. Perhaps he wasn't so bad.
That all came to an immediate halt when he heard the compromise. "What?! No! I refuse to share a room with..." He looked up and down Haneul with a disgusted face, trying to find the right word.
Balthazar barely listened, though. He only cared about his precious Eun-Ho's well-being. He stood up when Haneul stood up, he even readied himself to attack the smaller male when he began strangling his Korean, but Haneul stopped before anything got serious. With Eun-Ho free Balthazar quickly went to his side and gently sat him back down, rubbing the neck to ease what pain there might've been. He made sure his lover was fine before looking back at the group, curiously listening in on their conversation.
By that time Heinrich had succeeded in prying Haneul's hand off him. "I told you before not to touch me! I should hope you listen next time!" he seethed and pushed the hand back towards its owner. Suddenly, something hit the butler. "Wait... What did you call me?" he whispered, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Did you call me 'Heiny'? Do not ever call me that again! If I didn't want to share a room with you then then I definitely do not want to now!" he yelled, a vein pulsing at the side of his head once again. Feeling eyes on him, he turned to direct the venomous glower to Eun-Ho. "What? I do not care if he needs a stuffed animal to rest easy! He's leaving soon anyway, right? Why should it matter whether I am there or not?"

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Heinrich didn't know who or what this Segsihan was, but the way Eun-Ho laughed about it didn't make him feel much better. His face then became severely pale when he heard that accursed word. "I... I didn't hear that." he decided and put his hands over his ears. "The king has more sense than that!"
"No, it'll happen." Balthazar said casually, much to the butler's dismay. With a nonchalant look on his face he turned over to look down at Eun-Ho and smiled softly at him. "We'll do what all lovers do." he answered easily, using one hand to move over and brush some hair from the Korean's face.
Tears of horror practically filled Heinrich's eyes at the situation he had been thrust into. He had learned that his king was fine only to run into him being severely in love with someone of the same sex, and now some... heathen wished to use him as a sleeping buddy?!
"I know you don't want to do this, Heinrich." Balthazar said, as if reading the butler's mind. "No matter how fine I tell you I am, I am sure you will still stay. Therefore I suggest you stay with Haneul."
"B-But..." Heinrich drifted off, not able to form an argument against the king. With a look of despair shining his eyes, the butler sighed and gloomily looked at the black-haired male. "Very well, I'll share the room with you, but I must take a moment to disinfect it."

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"It's okay, Eun-Ho. You don't have to worry about anything." Balthazar promised as he leaned in a little closer. A veil of pink covered the lovers' background, and hearts floated around them once more.
Heinrich, however, was too distracted to be disgusted. At least disgusted towards them. "However long I take depends entirely how you left that room, and do not call me 'babe' again!" he sneered at man before shooting up in his seat and retreating to the kitchen. "Now tell me where the cleaning supplies are!" he yelled from his spot.

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"Of course I will." Balthazar chuckled, continuing to lean in until their lips were barely grazing each other. "Gentle, rough, quick, and slow. I'll be whatever you'd like, as long as you're comfortable."

By what he had observed in modern times, cleaning utensils were often in cabinets in the kitchens and restrooms. A bit barbaric for his tastes, but he was in no position to argue. Heinrich put a hand on his hip and the other on his chin, deep in thought of where such things could hide without harming food. He was so focused that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice besides his ear. Instincts took over, and Heinrich swiftly elbowed Haneul in his stomach. "Do you suffer from selective hearing?!" he snarled and turned to glare at the man. "I recall telling you - twice! - to not touch me!" Fumes practically blowing through his ears, Heinrich turned around to face the sink. The cleaning supplements were... underneath the sink? Weren't the people here afraid that water leakage could contaminate the supplies? Or worse, there could be mold! Oh, that would nullify the entire reason behind the cleaning supplies!
No. No, he had to do this. For the king's sake.
Gulping down his doubts and disgust, Heinrich bent down at the waist and hesitantly opened the cabinet. Ugh, he should have put his handkerchief on the knob first.

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Had they not kissed Balthazar would have continued arguing over how Eun-Ho was better in every section. He was beautiful, charming, witty, talented; he was nothing more than a gift from the heavens! But they did kiss, and the king eagerly returned it. His eyes closed and all focus went to his lips, or more pleasing the soft ones presented to him. One large hand gently gripped Eun-Ho's arm and the other went to his side, keeping him in place as he tilted his head to let their lips better fit together.

Heinrich carefully examined the contents of the cabinet. No water damage or mold... Hmph, he guessed it could be considered passable. He still wasn't fully convinced, though! The butler reached in and began pulling out sprays he would need when he heard that dreaded nickname again. A vein pulsed at the side of his head, and he put one hand to the top of the cabinet. "Is that so?" he seethed, his grip on the cabinet so tight that cracks formed in the wood. "Well I find you awfully annoying when you fail to listen!" He turned to further yell but hesitated when he was greeted with nothing. Oh, he left? Heinrich blinked then, with a 'hmph!', turned back around to get his items. At least he wouldn't have to deal with that bothersome brat for a while.
Finally satisfied with what he had, Heinrich strode into the room he would be staying at. His sleeves were rolled up and his hands were covered by gloves. There was a white bandana wrapped on his head that pulled his black hair back. He seemed ready to fight a hoarder's house than clean a simple room.
Heinrich stepped in, not expecting what he saw. It was pleasant. No clothes were scattered on the ground, no foul odor polluted the air, it was... liveable. Then again, looks were often deceiving. Stubbornly believing the room to still be contaminated, Heinrich pulled his germ mask on and began spraying the nearest cabinet.

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Eun-Ho Joong




Eun-Ho stiffened once more as the tentative tongue he could feel just outside his own lips. What should he do?! Thinking back to all those girls he'd kissed in the past, the Korean cautiously parted his lips, a small moan escaping as he did. The sound itself was enough to almost make him reclose his mouth, but he didn't. Instead, he forced his shy tongue past his lips to touch the tip of the king's, allowing whatever exploration Balthazar would wish for.

"Look at you, all high and mighty," he mocked, finishing the last paragraph and promptly closing the book. "I suggest you get over yourself soon, hot stuff, since we're practically in-laws. And look, just because you think you're better than me doesn't mean you have to right to look down on Ellery."
Long legs uncrossed as the man stood, one hand on his hip and the other holding his book. "Bal might trust you, but I'm not afraid to kick your a** if you continue speaking ill of someone who's likely a better person that yourself." After stating his mind matter-of-factly, the star strode purposefully to his trunk and opened it, setting the book back in carefully. He pulled out another book, this one an equally-old copy of Wuthering Heights, opening it briefly before deciding on it and returning to his chair. He opened the book slowly once more and started reading from the beginning, the well-loved book welcoming him in with that first paragraph.

1801. - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name.

Eun-Ho Joong




Still unsure what to do with his hands, the blonde pushed them upwards into grass green hair, enjoying the king far too much to stop him and ask what to do. A thought occurred to him, and the pop star started to lean backwards, aiming to end up on his back with the manly king above him.

"Yes, but such an ill temper. I wonder if you and Detective Waltz would be friends." Haneul chuckled at his little joke, attention falling fully into the book for the next ten minutes until he was interrupted by speech once more. Irritation throbbing his forehead, the star looked up just in time to see Heinrich smile. It was pretty sight, one most welcome to the singer, and he even almost smiled in return. It made the butler look younger, more handsome, and right then ,Haneul vowed to make him smile again, if only just for him.
When the man left, Haneul stood to inspect the room, although was yet again halted by the butler, although this time, he looked as if he'd seen a ghost. Blinking, the brunette started over. "What's wrong?" he asked, ducking around him to look outside, only to be met with a sight he'd never wanted to see. Shutting the door to the guest room, the man laughed and started back to his trunk. "Might want to find something to do in here. They'll be at that for a while. I've got a few books, there's a T.V., I'm sure there should be a housekeeping channel. Have at it." Haneul tossed the remote control onto the bed, somehow gracefully retreating into his chair and continuing with his book.