Prince Han, of the northern kingdom, a man of status, wealth, and next in line for the crown. Loved by his subjects. Loved by his community. Loved by his kingdom.
He looked the part, too. Silk and ceremonial gold draped easily over his frame, dark hair kept immaculate by hands that had never been allowed to be careless. His posture was perfect, drilled into him since boyhood, chin high, shoulders squared, crown balanced like it belonged nowhere else. He was built to be admired.
But Minho wasn't particularly fond of him. there was conflict. steamy. Jisung felt the same.
Unfortunately, they were to co- exist with one of another. constant bickering.
Minho isn't a big talker. He doesn't do public displays of affection, hates group hugs, and rolls his eyes at cheesy love declarations. But there's one thing he can't stop doing:
Clinging to Jisung in his sleep.
Everything about this story is fictional, there is no reference to real life or the people themselves. I don't own any pictures or names.
This is just for entertainment and is not meant to harm anyone.