The man didn't refuse. He could've refused, but he didn't.
"Take off your mask." Minho commanded.
"Are you sure, your highness?" The man replied. Minho got up and walked over until his face was an inch away from his.
"Yes." The man gradually raised his mask until his lips were revealed. Before he could lift up the rest of the mask, Minho had closed the space in between them and pinned him against the wall behind. The orchestra was playing Danse Macabre at its climax now.
The translation of 'Danse Macabre' was 'dance of death'. It originated from an old french superstition that once every year, 'death' came out to the graves and asked all the skeletons to dance for him while he played his fiddle. Then when the rooster called, they all had to return to their graves and wait again until next year to dance again.
Minho pulled away eventually, and the man raised the rest of his mask, revealing his full face.
"It's you, Jisung, huh?" Minho smirked and kissed him roughly again.
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Xenon Tetrafluoride ^ Minsung
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