~~~~~~Prologue/ Intro To Chapter 1~~~~~~~

~~~~~~Prologue/ Intro to Chapter 1~~~~~~~

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓯 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽

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The prince was an anti-social and cold person, he rarely spoke to anyone besides his staff, even though it was only a few words. You were his maid and you seemed to be his sole exception, the only person with his full trust. 

While it seemed like he didn't care about anyone else, he treated you with respect and kindness. Something you weren't expecting when you were placed to be the prince's maid. There was never a trace of coldness in his voice when he spoke to you.

Slowly, the prince started to get this weird feeling in his heart whenever you were near. He would picture you in his head, your eyes that shine in the sun, your smile whenever he told a bad joke, your hands when you gently fixed his hair, the way you always smelled sweet when you were next to him or in front of him, the way your body moves when you walk. And even sometimes late at night about how your body would look underneath him... but most of the time he would quickly push those thoughts out of his head.

It was inappropriate for him to think of you like this, sexually. You're his maid, a relationship between you and him could never happen. His parents expected him to marry someone with a royal status, just so the kingdom could have a next heir to the throne.

He's quickly bought out of his thoughts by a gentle knock on his bedroom door. It's you, here to wake him up and get him ready for the day. When he finally sits up in his bed, he sees you walking towards his windows and throwing his curtains open.

"You have another lesson with your father today, I'm pretty sure it's about fighting. So, if this kingdom ever goes into war, you can defend it." You tell him while setting out his clothes.

He groans, not happy with having to listen to his father give his speeches that he's heard thousands of times and could recite in his sleep.

"Can't I just sleep in? I didn't get much sleep last night." He asks in a slight teasing tone.

You're unphased by his response. "No, you can't. Your father instructed me to get you to this lesson on time and dresses appropriately. And even though I serve you, your father scares me more. Now, get dressed." You rant "C'mon, let's go" You urge him as you pull on his arm to get him out of his bed.

He sighs but gets up against his will. As he undresses you turn your back to him to give him privacy. Once he's dressed and he gives you the go ahead, you turn around and straighten his outfit before heading to his bedroom door and opening it. "After you, your highness." You tease as he waves his hand, dismissing you but mumbling a thank you under his breath.

"Now, let's get you to your father. And for the love of God, don't skip out on this. I don't want to be scolded again." You groaned.

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 540

Minho comforts you

Series Masterlist

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Love in the Crown - King! Bangchan x Maid! Reader ~ *

Dancing Hearts - Idol! Hyunjin x Idol! Reader ~

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𝒞𝓌: 𝓕𝑒𝓂! 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉! 𝓜𝒾𝓃𝒽𝑜

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 𝟣𝟢𝟦𝟦

𝓔𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒: 𝟦 𝓂𝒾𝓃 𝟧 𝓈𝑒𝒸

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Minho unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside, a weary smile on his face after a long day of practice. He was looking forward to some well-deserved rest, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted as he spotted Y/n, his girlfriend, curled up on the couch with a book.

"Hey there," he said, his voice softening as he took in the sight of her. "How was your day?"

Y/n looked up from her book, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Hey," she said, setting her book aside and stretching her arms above her head. "It was good. I got a lot done. How about you? Long day at practice?"

Minho nodded, groaning as he stretched his arms. "Yeah, it was brutal. But we're making progress, so it's worth it. I'm just tired and ready to crash."

Y/n patted the spot beside her on the couch. "Come here, sit down," she said, scooting over to make room for him. Minho complied, collapsing onto the couch with a sigh. He rested his head in her lap, letting out a contented hum as her fingers began to card through his hair.

"That feels nice," he muttered, his eyes closing as her touch sent waves of relaxation through him. Y/n chuckled softly, her fingers moving to massage his temples. "You look like you could use some TLC," she said affectionately.

Minho hummed in agreement, feeling the tension in his muscles start to melt away. "I always appreciate your TLC," he said, nuzzling against her stomach. "But I'm also starving. Did you eat yet?"

"I had a quick snack," Y/n replied, her fingers still moving through his hair. "But I wouldn't mind heating something up for you. What do you feel like eating?"

Minho hummed, deliberating for a moment. "Ramen sounds good. Can you make some for me, please?"

Y/n ruffled his hair affectionately. "Of course, baby. I'll go make you some right now."

She carefully extracted herself from under him and padded into the kitchen. Minho let out a small whine of protest, already missing her warmth.

As Y/n busied herself in the kitchen, Minho took the opportunity to observe her from where he was sitting. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her move around the kitchen, her every movement a picture of grace and efficiency. He was truly grateful to have her in his life, especially on days like these when he was worn out and in need of her care.

A few minutes later, Y/n emerged from the kitchen with a steaming hot bowl of ramen. She set it down on the coffee table in front of Minho, a smile on her face. "Careful, it's hot," she warned as she handed him a pair of disposable chopsticks.

Minho's eyes lit up as he eagerly accepted the bowl, the warm aroma of the ramen wafting up to his nose. "Thanks, babe," he said, his mouth already watering. "You're the best."

Y/n sat back down beside him, watching as he dug into his food with gusto. "Slow down, or you're going to burn your tongue," she scolded gently, unable to suppress a smile at his enthusiasm.

Minho paused for a moment, his mouth full of noodles. "But it's so good," he mumbled, before quickly resuming his eating. Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "You're such a messy eater," she teased, reaching out to wipe a drop of broth off his chin.

Minho grumbled playfully, swooping his head to the side to avoid her hand. "Hey, I'm not that bad," he protested, swallowing another mouthful of ramen. "And besides, you love me anyway."

Y/n rolled her eyes, a fond smile on her face. "Yeah, I do," she admitted, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Even when you're being a messy, stubborn idiot."

Minho smirked, pausing in his eating to shoot her a teasing grin. "You love my stubbornness," he said, winking at her. "Admit it, you think it's cute."

Y/n feigned disgust, unable to hide the amusement in her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, Lee Minho," she retorted, poking his shoulder lightly. "I just tolerate your stubborn streak because I love you."

"Sure, sure," Minho replied, returning to his ramen with a smug smile on his face. "Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart."

He finished the last of his noodles, setting the empty bowl aside with a satisfied sigh. "That was delicious," he said, stretching his arms above his head.

Y/n smiled, glad to see him looking more relaxed now that he'd eaten. "I'm glad you liked it," she said, gathering up the dirty dishes. "I'll go clean this up, and then we can watch a movie or something. How does that sound?"

"That sounds perfect," Minho said, sinking further into the couch with a contented sigh. "As long as you come cuddle with me while we watch."

As Y/n rinsed off the dishes in the kitchen, Minho settled back into the couch, his mind already picturing the way she would join him afterward.

When Y/n finally returned to the living room, Minho immediately reached out for her, pulling her onto his lap. She settled against him, her head resting on his chest as his arms encircled her in a tight embrace.

"Mmm, there you are," he mumbled, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. "I missed you."

Y/n chuckled softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his arm. "I was gone for like five minutes," she teased.

Minho pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck. "Too long," he mumbled, his breath warm against her skin.

Y/n smiled, feeling a warm rush of affection for him. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her. "You're such a clingy koala," she murmured, her fingers threading through his hair.

Minho let out a mock offended huff, his arms tightening around her. "Hey, I'm not clingy," he protested, though his voice lacked any real conviction. "I'm just… showing my affection. In a very demonstrative way."

Y/n laughed, tilting her head back to look up at him. "Sure, sure," she teased, her fingers tracing the planes of his face. "You're just a big softie at heart."

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At a party without Minho