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♡→ ୧ joining the choir for his boy! ୨ (wilmon)

Wilhelm stumbled into the choir room, feeling out of place surrounded by all the musically inclined students. He awkwardly stood next Simon, his hands shoved into his pockets. Simon couldn't help but smirk at Wille's discomfort.

"You're in the choir now?" Simon asked, his dark brown eyes scanning Wilhelm's nervous expression.

"I, uh, thought it would be a nice change," Wille replied, awkwardly trying to seem relaxed.

Simon's smirk only widened. "Are you sure you can sing?" He teased.

Wille felt his face heat up, and he shot Simon a scowl.

"Of course I can sing. It can't be that hard." He retorted defensively.

Simon chuckled, clearly amused by Wille's bravado.

"Famous last words." He remarked, still smirking.

Before Wille could respond, the choir teacher, Ms. Annegret, walked in. She gave a surprised look at the sight of Wille, but quickly regained her composure.

"Ah, Crown Prince Wilhelm. I didn't expect to see you here." She said, her voice betraying a hint of surprise.

As the choir director started leading the group in warm-up exercises, Wille tried his best to follow along. He struggled with the pitch and rhythm, his voice cracking unpleasantly.

Simon watched him from the corner of his eye, barely suppressing his laughter as he, himself, nailed the singing exercises.

Soon, it was time for each member to sing a solo. Wilhelm's stomach churned with nerves as he watched the others take their turn. One by one, his fellow choir members flawlessly hit their notes and harmonized beautifully.

Finally, it was Wille's turn. He shuffled up to the front of the room, his hands trembling slightly. He took a deep breath and started singing.

But dear god, he sounded like a wounded animal.

The choir director's face cringed, unable to hide her astonishment at Wilhelm's terrible singing skills. Even Simon's amused expression melted away as he listened to Wille's abysmal performance.