Mistery of misery

One

I like writing stories,
They have my style, my words and I can do everything I wish to do so. Characters work as I command, what a leader I am; no?
So basically I like ruling, dominating...

But is there anyone who would ever be able to be my king? Who would be capable of bossing me around? Hope so.
Because I am tired of being by myself.

In my 24 years of living I have read thousand of stories, wrote them, heard them, but never found a character like me.
I wish to find myself in a story.

"Are you done writing?!?" A voice shouted from beneath, it was loud and harsh.
The boy writing about himself let a sigh leave his lips, his slender long fingers left the pen to grab a brief case beside the thick notebook he was writing in just a moment ago.

Taking a look in the mirror he checked his own outfit just to be sure it's neat. He smiled looking at himself.
Coffee brown coloured pants, vannila coloured shirted tucked in it and a long coat of the same colour as his pants rested on his shoulders. Light brown hair fixed neatly with few strands covering his forehead. Beautiful dark chocolaty eyes, small button nose and a pair of dimples decorated his perfectly structured face -- Choi Soobin.

With the brief case he left downstairs where his foreign friend was waiting for him.
"Yes, let's leave?" He smiled down at him, his dimples being visible which the shorter could not resist but poke.

"Yes!" Enthusiastically the older nodded.
Buff arms with built body, small eyes and blue and green dyed haired chinese friend of Soobin was named Drake.
They both left the house, sat in a black audi and started to chit chat.

"Please tell me you have a guide this time, last time I suffered a lot because of the mistake of yours." The brunet pleaded.
"Yes yes my dear I have, actually a good one this time. He grew up there. Like not in the actual castle but you know what I mean."

"Absolutely I do, lucky human I am to totally understand your nonsense." He teased.

"Heyyy!!" The older said, totally offended by the insult thrown at him openly without any shame.

×××

The large rusted doors of castle were opened with a powerful push by a pair of hands. Wind blew from opened windows on the left and large amount of dirt flew to their right.
Soobin and the guide stood tall, but the chinese pal started coughing and caught his cool almost after a minute.

"Sorry about that." He said, hands on his knees. Unaware of surroundings, unaware that both of the other youngers had left him to explore the insides of the old historical figure.

"No one loves me." The lad faked cried, not forgetting to wipe his fake tear.

When he ran to catch up with the duo he found Soobin listening carefully to the boy. The boy in navy blue super oversized shirt with black pants, foxy dark blue eyes and silver hair complimenting them, meet -- Choi Taehyun.

"I have been living in front of this castle since my birth, my ancestors have been taking care of here since decades. It's our custom, responsibility. Generation after generation, all of us are taught to prioritise this castle before our family."

"So I come here in a few months, the time to visit here is decreasing day by day, not really safe you know?"

"But why is it unsafe though? Looks like a weak ass old castle to me." Commented Drake looking around the rusted and awfully dirty walls.