"Nah, no, you got the wrong person. 𝘐 cannot be a prince. Look at me! I'm all casual, trendy, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 prince material."
"Han Damian Dongmin. You are a prince. You were born like that, whether you like it or not."
"Well, I don't."
~
"I'm prince Kim...
In the tranquility of Taesan's modest home, morning's rays peeked through the blinds, casting a faint glow upon the sleeping boy. His mother, a renowned lawyer immersed in her demanding work, stirred and softly nudged him awake.
"Taesan, it's time for school. Wake up."
She whispered. Taesan, his eyes heavy with slumber, groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, pushing aside the covers.
His heart sank as he opened his closet and surveyed his wardrobe. His clothes were casual and trendy, something that people his age would love. But they were jealous, so they tried to make him think he looked bad.
With a sigh, he selected a pair of baggy jeans, a plain, white t-shirt, and an oversized shirt, open. Grabbing his backpack, he headed downstairs.
He made his way to the kitchen, where he saw his beloved black cat, curled up contentedly on the counter.
"Good morning, Loony."
Taesan whispered, scratching her ears affectionately, pouring her a bowl of food, with a smile.
As he walked out, and down the street, he felt a surge of anticipation mingled with dread. He was eager to go to school and see his friends but also apprehensive about the inevitable teasing he would face from others.
"Yo, Taesan!"
He turned to see his best friend, Sungho, waving at him. Sungho was always there for him, offering unwavering support and laughter. Soon, their other friends, Riwoo, Jaehyun, and Woonhak joined them.
All together, they made their way to school, their laughter echoing through the morning air.
As they went into the class, and settled into their seats, the teacher entered the room.
"Good morning, class. Today, we will be presenting our assignments. Han Dongmin, you're first."
A wave of nausea washed over Taesan. His legs trembled, and his hands shook. He felt like he might throw up. Presentations had always been his Achilles' heel.
As he stood before the class, his mind went blank. The words he had carefully prepared seemed to evaporate from his thoughts. Panic seized him, and he uttered a few incoherent sentences.
As he noticed how everyone was whispering and laughing, Taesan ran out of the classroom, his heart pounding in his chest.
Fuck school.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
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