"I hate you"
"don't worry we are in the same freaking page"
A story about a city man "Minho" living in his penthouse, the son of the president, and a beloved prince and heir Felix of his country. A modern typical enemies to lovers rom-com
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A current day 2024 rainy, cold morning enveloped the luxurious hotel, the slight drizzle tapping against the rooms windows.
Inside rolled in the comfort of the bed, Lee Minho, the charming yet often rebellious, one and only son of the President Jieun lay wrapped in blankets savoring the warmth.
"Minho... C'mon, open the door" the sound of hard knocking disrupted the peaceful slumber of Lee Minho, the charming yet often rebellious son of the President.
"Lee Minho!" The voice grew more urgent, piercing through Minho's dream.
Minho groaned, pulling a pillow over his head in a futile attempt to muffle the sound. "Hang on there, Seungmin... We've got all day to get to the wedding" he mumbled, his voice muffled and sleepy.
Kim Seungmin, Minho's friend and the president's worker, scoffed from the other side of the door.
"This is not an average wedding! You've got a royal wedding to attend, representing your mother's place in her absence"
Minho sighed heavily opening his eyes slightly, finally rolling out of bed. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand.
"It's barely eight in the morning, Seungmin" he rolled his eyes as he shuffled towards the door, running a hand through his messy hair.
Seungmin pushed his way in as soon as the door cracked open with the suit set for Minho to wear, looking far too put-together for such an early hour.
"And the wedding is at noon. You need to get ready and be briefed on the protocols. You can't just show up in your own usual style"
Minho rolled his eyes, leaning against the doorframe turning around to look at him. "What's wrong with my usual style?"
"Everything" Seungmin kept the suit on the table said dryly.
"But I was forced... You know how much I didn't wanted to come here" Minho muttered out narrowing his eye's.
Seungmin turned to face him after "This is a royal wedding, Minho. You'll be representing our country, and more importantly, your mother. You can't afford to mess this up. We have to keep a good relationship between our country and theirs"
Minho sighed, knowing Seungmin was going to lecture him still dreading the day ahead. "Alright, alright. I'll get ready. But if I have to endure this, you're making me the strongest coffee you can manage"
Seungmin smirked gesturing to the bathroom "Deal. Now get moving"
As Minho groaned dragged himself to the bathroom. Brushing his teeth lazily he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about the royal wedding.
•|Royal Wedding Noon|•
Fixing his tie Minho in his black tuxedo sat bored watching the wedding ceremony of the King's Eldest son Prince Oliver with Princess Rhea happening in front of his eyes. Alongside sitting Seungmin somewhat sharing the same feeling.
