𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𖤐⋆

1 : hot prince charming

Loud and Irritating.

Your mind felt more dizzy as you chugged down yet another shot of vodka. The continous loud music heard at the bar made you feel annoyed to the core. The burning sensation did calm your nerves but your mind was still a chaos. Reason? Living on your own is not always a good idea as it seemed to be. Not that you were desperate to be alone but life sometimes tends to play unfair.

Today was yet another day you were struggling. Your mood has been off ever since you had faced that drunkard in the morning who was lurking in your café. It was a hell of a ride to shoo him away and that had drained out all your energy. But it still is not comparable to the amount of pain you feel daily.

The café was not yours. You worked part time there to pay off your living expenses. You had graduated and were 22 years old, capable enough to find new opportunities, apply for jobs and have a good living. But currently, you were selected to none of the jobs you interviewed for, hence leading to you working at this café which paid you decently. All this why? Because you were an orphan.

You were raised at an orphanage, were took care of for eighteen years of life after which you took your own responsibility on yourself. You do not know who your parents are. You do not know if they are dead or not. You do not even hold any grudges against them because you have accepted the bittersweet beauty of life as you are growing. You never came here at this place but it seems like you had to, to just erase all the pain for a while. Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt a presence besides you and the moment you laid your eyes on the said person, your breathe had hitched.

Your POV :

Was I dreaming or the person next to me was actually so dreamy? He looked just like a prince. I constantly kept thinking if I had seen him somewhere. Was he familiar to me? I thought for what felt like years and my eyes widened just the next second when I realised he was actually the prince of Seoul who was sitting besides me and ordering his drink unbothered. I do not know when my orbs were fixed on him.

I had read articles about the royals sometimes but it never took my interest. I had seen him on the article once or twice where he was interviewed about his campaign for homeless kids. My mind has never settled about royals caring about others, but he seems an exception. Everytime I have read about them, the only person who seems a little nicer amongst them is him. Oh excluding of how cold and stern he looks sometimes in those magazine covers. His demeanour screams dominance somehow which rather looks forced.

Damn girl stop with your habit of looking into people when your own life is too fucked up to think about others. I thought to myself and ordered another shot. But as if my eyes decided to not look away from him, I again gazed at him. He was deep in his thoughts.

Now that I look at him, he is not dressed at all as an actual prince does. The ripped jeans he wore along a with a white shirt and a black jacket rather made him look hot than charming. But his face had it, it screamed royal. His eyes locked with mine and yet again my heart flipped looking into his deep charcoal brown eyes which still shone despite of how dark it was in here. Maybe he realised I was staring too long and now he was giving me a weird look. As if asking if I had seen some ghost. I cleared my throat looking away and ordered yet another shot to ease myself because the atmosphere suddenly felt too hot and awkward. Now it was his stare that was burning me which I felt on me. Don't ask about my heart, it was beating rapidly of being caught red handed staring at him.

Oh dear lord! Just save me from getting into more troubles. He looked bothered and I do not know if it is because I invaded his privacy with my stares or just that he wanted to talk. Because the stare was not as such intimidating which people give at places like this. From the side of my eyes I felt his stare, uspoken yet desperate. Alcohol was sure acting up on my system because if he stared at me for too long, I might just grab his collar and smash my lips on him. I might not regret giving my first kiss to this handsome hunk, would I?

But more than that I constantly felt he had something to share, as if he has none for giving him a shoulder. Not like I too had someone to share it all with. But he was a prince, what's that which can make his life sad?

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Just an introduction to the story. Have had this idea in my mind for a long; let us see how it goes now. Your support will be appreciated 💗 have a great day ahead ~~~ 🥰🌟