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Mingyu looked at the painting the prince gave him. It's ugly af. He'd never seen anything this ugly before. But he would rather look at this than the mirror. He traced his fingers on the line of his own face on the paper. It was that crackhead prince that saw through him.
His face when he concentrated on the portrait. His eyes when they sparked each time he looked up to see the detail so that he can add it to the drawing pad.
Mingyu's heart stopped abruptly when he saw Jeonghan's relieved smile after he told the latter that it was ugly but he loved it and he wanted to keep it.
While love seemed to drive his highness insane It would be love and only love that kept Mingyu sane amidst the falling propaganda of the royal.