F*ck me like Royalty

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Sometimes people get desire and lust confused.

You can have the desire to have someone but it doesn't have to be in a lustful way.  Don't get it confused, or you'll never know if someone wants you or wants your body.

'🪷,

Finally getting enough courage to walk out of the bathroom after shoving down the fear of embarrassing himself in front of Minho, which, to be clear, he wasn't even sure when he was going to see him. "Good Morning Prince! Coffee?" one of the kitchen maids asks, to which Jisung smiles and nods.

As he's waiting for the coffee, Keeho comes into the kitchen, "Morning Ji, long time no see." he says patting Jisungs back and walking past him to get his glass so the maid can make his coffee along with Jisungs. "Yeah.. I thought I would see you yesterday." Jisung says partially lost in his thoughts. "Aww, missed me?" Keeho teased, ruffling Jisungs hair to which he slapped his hand away and straightened his hair, "Yeah yeah whatever." Jisung rolled his eyes jokingly.

The relationship between Jisung and Keeho was like something right out of a show. They were best friends that knew each other better than their parents knew them. They had many, many inside jokes and would call each other absurd things, though it was all their brotherly love.

"So your parents replaced me huh." Keeho joked, sitting down at the barstool next to Jisung, placing his lips on the mug and taking a sip of his unsugared coffee. "Oh yeah, they hate you." Jisung joked back, trying his best to avert his eyes from Keeho drinking black coffee which he absolutely hated. "I bet."

Once Jisung emptied his coffee mug, he gently pressed his forehead down to the cold countertop. "Wow, guess the coffee didn't do much." Keeho comments, taking another sip, listening as he hears Jisung giggle. "Noo..I just-" Jisung pauses to sigh and then picks up his head. "I think I'm overthinking." Jisung said staring off into space, of course, overthinking about overthinking. "About?" Keeho asks, waving his hand in front of Jisungs face while putting the coffee mug to his lips, catching the last drop of coffee. "Mm..nothing." Jisung says, getting up from his stool and going to hand the maid his mug.

"More coffee, your majesty?" She asks, gently grabbing the mug from the princes hand. He shakes his head, "No, thank you." In reality though, he did want more coffee, he needed it to be prepared for the day he was going to have, but he didn't because he wasn't even sure if today was the day.

"Mr Yoon, time is almost up to finish cleaning out your room." Jinwoon said, coming into the kitchen with his hands at his sides, bowing slightly at Jisung. "Alright, I'm almost done, I'll be there in a second." Keeho responds before Jinwoon nods and walks away. Jisung snaps his head from Jinwoon to Keeho in a second, "Cleaning out your room?" he asks. Keeho nods, standing up, "Yeah, Wonyoung didn't tell you? Since I'm not your night guard anymore, I can go home after 5, so they're going to give my room to the new night guard." he said walking backwards towards his room, then turning around and going up the stairs to finish whatever packing he had to get out by the evening.

Leaving Jisung there stunned, his mouth hung open, he barely made it out of the three nights with Minho where he slept down stairs in the guestroom, but now..he has to sleep next door to him?! So all plans have now gone dry, and Jisung is going to scream in

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"Your majesty?"

Nevermind.