When the poor sweetheart Wooyoung meets the annoying and mean Prince San, he suddenly can't help being attracted to him.
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Choi San, a King to be, is living the dream life of a little child. Unfortunately, he ne...
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it had been two long and arduous days since the gang had commenced their rigorous training, preparing for the inevitable battle that was soon to come. san stood by and watched as they practiced, marveling at the progress that yunho and yeosang had made. however, his eyes soon fell on wooyoung, who seemed to be struggling with the sword in his hand.
he thought about going in town to craft him a handmade sword but this was too risky. what if someone recognized them and report it to the royal court? yeah no this wasn't going to happen.
also, despite their tireless efforts to help him, wooyoung couldn't seem to get the hang of it and san couldn't bear to see his poor sweetheart feeling discouraged and helpless, so he began to mull over a plan to help him. perhaps a new weapon would do the trick? but that was easier said than done.
san's mind began to wander as he considered his options. he knew that the safest choice would be to stick with swords, but what if that wasn't the answer? what if wooyoung was meant to fight with a different weapon? perhaps a bow?
the more he thought about it, the more san felt like he was on to something. it was a risky choice, but it could be worth it in the end. he knew it was important to make wooyoung realize that he was worth much more than he gave himself credit for. the idea of wooyoung standing tall, confident and ready to fight with a new weapon filled san's heart with hope. yep he needed to do that.
san was determined to make this work, even if it meant going against tradition. he had to help wooyoung believe in himself and his abilities. he couldn't let him feel useless any longer.
lost in thoughts, san didn't even notice when someone approached him from behind. "what are you thinking about?" a voice asked. the prince turned around to find hongjoong standing there, his piercing gaze fixed on him.
"i'm just trying to figure out a way to help wooyoung," he replied, his eyes still fixed on the training ground.
hongjoong nodded thoughtfully. "i think you're on to something. if anyone can make this work, it's you."
san smiled gratefully at his butler. he knew that he had his friends' support, and that gave him the strength to push forward with his plan. he had a lot of work to do, but he was determined to make it happen.
as the young prince watched from afar, his heart swelled with joy at the thought of bringing happiness to his wooyoung.
the air was thick with the sound of clanging swords as he made his way back inside the house. the walls adorned with intricate tapestries and ornate furniture added to the grandeur of the room, but the prince's focus was solely on the bow that hung on the wall.
he knew this was just the weapon he needed to help wooyoung regain his confidence.he would definitely buy a new boy for mingis family since it wasn't his. he reached for the bow and felt its smooth wooden texture under his fingers. it was perfect.
