Not Your Typical Royal

Who are you?!

**incoming message**

Anon: Hey, so quick question. What's it like being so ... well -you?

Chan: excuse me? Who is this? What do you mean, me?

Chan stared blankly at the screen to which he was supposed to be taking notes during the lecture for history on South Korea. What the history of their country had to do with basketball or anything else he took interest in, he was uncertain. Though he had a love for basketball his true passion was writing. But, no one but his little brother knew that about him.

Getting impatient he messaged back.

Chan: I guess it's alright?! It's hard to have privacy most of the time.

Three little dots popped up instantly upon seeing his response. Another message was received.

Anon: You guess? Hmm never thought some prince would ever have an issue with not having privacy. So you mean to tell me, the guards that follow you don't ever leave you alone?

Chan felt slightly annoyed by the assumptions thrown his way. So he snapped back hoping to convey how he truly felt.

Chan: What do you know? Are you me? I hate everything about who I am, except my little brother.

The anonymous writer seemed to get the point, because he didn't respond that day. To which left Chan so irritable that he pushed the guys a bit too hard at practice.