How To Avoid Doom Flags? : A Guide By Lee Felix

Third Flag - Don't Fall For the Main Protagonist

There really wasn't much more Felix could say, truly. In the end, Jeongin had been right: Hyunjin had a good reason for doing what he did. Felix acting as his personal guard would be the best cover to hide the fact that it was Hyunjin actually protecting Felix, and he somehow could tell that the Prince wasn't lying: he'd lay down his own life before allowing any harm to befall Felix.

(Plus, there was no denying that leaving the palace and trying to find his way back to his own time without any money to his name or any place to call home in the meantime would be incredibly difficult – if not entirely impossible, what with potential assassins now after his head.)

"Alright," he finally sighed, inhaling deeply as he blinked a few times to push the tears down. "I'll do it. But only until we've found the culprit, got it? And if you ever try to use me as an errand boy, I'll sick Jeongin on you!"

At first obviously happy, Hyunjin then dramatically paled upon hearing the threat, and eagerly nodded a few times in agreement, gulping a bit – the healer's wrath was obviously an effective threat, something Felix made a note of for future reference.

(He had a feeling he'd need it.)

"If there is nothing else, then I shall leave you to rest," then announced Hyunjin, rising to his feet. He then lowered his eyes, clearly ashamed. "And... I truly am sorry, Felix. This situation—"

"It can't be helped," cut the freckled man, offering him a tentative smile. "Wrong place, wrong time, is all. We'll figure it out, okay?"

Hyunjin offered a small smile back, nodding once more, then bid him a good day before heading out. As the door closed behind him, though, Felix couldn't help but notice how cold his hands had gotten now that the handsome Prince was no longer holding them—

No, bad! Bad thoughts! He scolded himself, immediately slapping his cheeks a few times.

This was certainly the worst possible time to develop a crush, so Felix did his best to push his blushing down and ignore the slightly faster pace his heart had picked up.

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A little over two weeks after Felix first woke up, Jeongin finally deemed him healthy enough to officially leave his care. He'd completely recovered from his injury, had taken to the rehabilitation exercises like a fish to water, and he was now growing quite restless from having to stay in bed for hours at a time. He'd then been informed that he'd actually been occupying a room in the infirmary's wing this whole time, and that he would now move into Hyunjin's private palace, the Palace of the Rising Moon.

He was a bit intimidated, to say the least, but he supposed it was only expected of him as the Prince's personal guard.

He didn't really have anything to call his, saved for a small bundle made up of his clothes, which Jeongin had carefully washed and repaired (he'd been wearing a white jacket proper to patients this whole time), his now dead phone (Jeongin had asked a few questions, but Felix had managed to avoid answering them) and his necklace with a small sun pendant, a gift given to him by his mother for his twentieth birthday (he never took it off).

Since Jeongin was busy with his own duties, a random servant was tasked with escorting Felix to his new home. The servant didn't say a single word as they walked, and Felix refrained from asking any questions, a bit scared of how his ignorance might be taken.

When they finally reached the gates of the Rising Moon Palace, the servant bowed deeply before taking his leave, abandoning Felix to his own devices. The freckled man awkwardly made his way inside, half-scared the guards around would try to cause trouble, but they merely nodded their heads in greeting when he passed them by. When he finally reached the main building of the palace, though, he didn't even have to try and figure out how to open the sliding doors, for none other than Hyunjin did so himself when coming out.