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˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𓍢ָ໋🎂 ༘⋆°🌷

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴, 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭, 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2487

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 9 𝓶𝓲𝓷 46 𝓼𝓮𝓬

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆𓍢ָ໋🎂 ༘⋆°🌷

The day dawned bright and sunny, a perfect backdrop for Changbin's 25th birthday celebrations. Y/n had carefully planned a special surprise for her boyfriend, eager to make this milestone birthday unforgettable. She had decided to keep it a secret, wanting the look of shock and excitement on Changbin's face when he discovered her preparations.

As Changbin woke up, blinking tired eyes at the early morning light streaming through the window, he felt a sense of anticipation in the air. It was his birthday today, and he couldn't help but wonder what Y/n had planned for the day. He knew she had been acting strangely secretive the past few days, which only fueled his curiosity.

After a quick shower and breakfast, Changbin ventured out into the living room, where Y/n was sitting on the couch, pretending to read a book. He could tell she was trying to act nonchalant, but he could also sense the barely concealed excitement in her demeanor.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Y/n greeted him with a smile, closing her book and putting it aside. "Happy birthday, babe. Did you sleep well?"

Changbin couldn't help but grin at the sight of her. "I slept fine," he replied, plopping beside her on the couch. "But I have a feeling you didn't do much sleeping last night." He raised an eyebrow, smirking at her attempt to keep a straight face.

Y/n feigned innocence, placing a hand on her chest. "Me? Up all night planning your birthday celebrations? perish the thought," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Changbin chuckled, reaching out to pull her closer to him. "You're a terrible actress," he teased, wrapping his arms around her. "I can tell you've been up to something. You're practically vibrating with excitement."

Y/n giggled, resting her head on his chest. "Fine, you got me," she admitted, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "I do have something special planned for you today. But you'll have to wait and see what it is."

Changbin groaned dramatically, pretending to pout. "You're going to make me wait all day?" he asked, his tone laced with mock disappointment. "How am I supposed to survive the suspense?"

"Well first, you have to head over to the company for your birthday party from them. Then you'll get the suprise from me" Y/n tells Changbin.

Changbin grumbled good-naturedly, reluctantly extracting himself from the comfort of her warm embrace. "Alright, alright," he said, standing up from the couch. "But you better make whatever you have planned worth the wait, woman."

Y/n rolls her eyes "Yeah, yeah… Now go be Hyunjin's wife for a while"

Changbin shot her a mock glare, but there was no real heat behind it. "You're lucky I love you," he said, grabbing his phone and keys from the coffee table. "Otherwise I'd make you regret that comment."

"You love me because I'm hilarious," Y/n retorted, sticking her tongue out at him. "And don't pretend you don't enjoy being Hyunjin's favorite."

Changbin huffed in exaggerated annoyance, but he couldn't keep the small smile from his face. "I do enjoy being his favorite," he admitted. "But don't tell him I said that. His ego is already inflated enough as it is."

Y/n laughed, pushing him towards the door. "Your secret is safe with me," she said, giving him a playful shove. "Now go, before you're late for your own birthday party."

"Alright, I'm going, I'm going," Changbin said, rolling his eyes dramatically. "I'll see you later, babe. Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone."

Y/n blew him a kiss, a cheeky grin on her face. "I'll try my best, but no promises," she teased. "Now go have fun at your party, and behave yourself."

"When do I ever misbehave?" Changbin asked, feigning innocence. "I'll be the perfect gentleman, I swear."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over her face. "I'll believe that when I see it," she said, crossing her arms. "But seriously, have a good time and tell the others I said hi."

"I will," Changbin promised, opening the door to head out. "And I expect some incredible surprise from you later."

"You won't be disappointed," Y/n assured him, leaning against the doorframe. "Now go, before you actually are late. I love you."

Changbin smiled, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on her forehead. "I love you too," he said, before heading out the door.

A few hours later, Changbin returned home, a content smile on his face. The members had thrown him a wonderful surprise birthday party, complete with cake, silly games, and plenty of laughs. But now, his mind was focused on the much-anticipated surprise Y/n had been talking about.

As he entered the apartment, he called out, "Babe, I'm home." The place was silent, except for the faint music coming from their bedroom. Curious, he made his way to the bedroom, his heart racing a little with anticipation.

As he pushed open the door, his breath caught in his throat. The room was lit with dozens of candles, their flickering light casting a warm and romantic ambiance. In the center of the room, a large gift box was placed, tied with a silky red ribbon.

Changbin stepped further into the room, his eyes fixed on the gift box. It was large and flat, and he could feel the excitement begin to thrum in his veins. Then, he heard the door close behind him, and he turned to find Y/n leaning against it, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Happy birthday," she said, her voice soft and sultry. "You like your surprise?"

Changbin's gaze flicked from the gift box to Y/n and back again, a mix of surprise and anticipation etched on his face. "I…" he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words. "This is… wow. It's incredible."

Y/n sauntered towards him, her hips swaying in a hypnotizing manner. "I'm glad you like it," she said, stopping in front of him. Her eyes glinted playfully. "Now, are you ready for your present?"

Y/n's smile widened as she saw the effect she was having on him. She walked past him towards the gift box, her fingers trailing lightly over the silken ribbon. "Patience, Binnie," she teased, looking back at him over her shoulder. "All good things come to those who wait, remember?"

Changbin groaned, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "You're killing me, you know that?" he said, watching her every movement with rapt attention.

Y/n giggled, enjoying the effect she was having on him. She picked up a pair of scissors that had been sitting on the dresser and cut through the ribbon, letting it fall to the floor. Then, she lifted the lid of the gift box, revealing the contents inside.

Changbin took a step forward, his curiosity piqued. But before he could see what was inside, Y/n stepped in front of the box, blocking his view. "Ah ah ah, you can't see yet," she chided, holding up a hand. "Close your eyes."

Changbin huffed, but obeyed, closing his eyes obediently. He felt Y/n's presence in front of him as she approached, her breath warm against his skin.

Y/n reached out and took his hands, guiding him forward. "Now, keep your eyes shut, and don't open them until I say so, okay?" she instructed, leading him towards the bed.

Changbin nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. He could feel the soft sheets beneath his legs as he sat down on the bed, his hands clutching Y/n's. "I won't peek, I promise," he said, his voice a little shaky with anticipation.

Y/n chuckled, amused by his eagerness. "Good boy," she murmured, letting go of his hands. "Now stay right here and let me work my magic, okay?"

Changbin gulped, feeling a little vulnerable. But he trusted Y/n, so he dutifully kept his eyes closed. "Okay, I'm all yours," he said, leaning back on the bed.

Y/n began to work her magic, starting with a gentle face wash to cleanse Changbin's skin. She massaged the cleanser in small circular motions, taking her time to get to every area. As she worked, she hummed a soft tune, the sound adding to the relaxing atmosphere.

Once his face was washed, Y/n moved on to a toner, to help balance the pH of his skin and prep it for the next steps. She poured some onto a cotton pad and gently patted it over his face, making sure to cover every inch.

Next, Y/n reached for an essence, a lightweight and nourishing serum that would hydrate and soothe his skin. She poured a few drops onto her fingertips, and then gently applied it to his face, massaging it in with gentle, sweeping motions.

Finally, she finished off with a moisturizer, choosing one that was suitable for his skin type. She took her time spreading it over his face, massaging it into his skin, and making sure he was left with a smooth, glowing complexion.

"There," she said, satisfied with her work. "All done. You can open your eyes now, babe."

Changbin slowly opened his eyes, feeling his face with his hands. His skin felt smooth and soft to the touch. "Wow," he breathed out, his eyes meeting hers. "This feels amazing. You're so good at this."

Y/n smiled widely, pleased with his reaction. "I'm glad you like it," she said, walking around behind him. "But we're not done yet."

Changbin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "We're not?" he asked, turning his head to look at her. "What more is there?"

"Well, we need to take care of the rest of your body too, remember?" Y/n teased, running her fingers through his hair. "Can't just focus on your face, babe."

Changbin felt his heart skip a beat at her words. The idea of having her touch him all over was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking at the same time. He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry. "Right, of course," he said, trying to sound casual.

Y/n chuckled, seeing right through his attempt at nonchalance. "Don't worry," she reassured, her hands sliding down to his shoulders. "I'll take good care of you. Just relax and let me work my magic."

Changbin took a deep breath, trying to get himself to relax. He let his body sink into the bed, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to slowly melt away. "Alright," he said, closing his eyes again. "Do your thing, babe."

Y/n started with his neck, massaging the tight muscles there. She used gentle but firm pressure, working out any knots or tension. Then, she moved down to his shoulders, using her thumbs to knead the muscles there as well.

As her hands worked their magic, Changbin found himself sighing in pleasure. Her touch was both soothing and igniting an aching desire within him. "God, that feels good," he said, his voice hoarse again.

Y/n smiled at his reaction. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," she replied, her hands trailing down his back. "Now, let's take off your shirt, shall we? I need access to your muscles."

Changbin shivered at her words, the thought of her touching his bare skin sending a thrill through him. He sat up and obliged, pulling off his shirt in one swift motion.

Y/n stepped back for a moment to take in the sight of his bare back. Her eyes traveled over the muscles that rippled beneath his skin, and her fingers itched to touch them. "God, you're gorgeous," she murmured, stepping closer again.

Changbin felt heat rise to his cheeks at her words, the compliment making his heart flutter. But he barely had time to respond before her hands were on him again, trailing across his back in slow, deliberate movements. Her touch was firm but gentle, and it sent shivers of pleasure up his spine.

Y/n continued her ministrations, taking her time to work on every muscle group. She paid special attention to the knots and tension spots, kneading them until she felt them loosen. As she worked, her hands drifted lower, down to the small of his back and over his hips.

Changbin gasped as her hands moved lower, the sensation of her touch on his bare skin setting his nerve endings on fire. He could feel his body responding to her touch, and he struggled to keep his breathing steady. "God, Y/n," he groaned, his voice strained.

Y/n was enjoying the little sounds he was making, and the way his body reacted to her touch. But she wasn't done yet. "Turn over for me, babe," she said, her voice soft yet commanding.

Changbin obeyed without a second thought, flipping over onto his back. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "What now?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

Y/n straddled his hips, settling herself on top of him. Her eyes roamed over his chest, taking in the sight of his muscles. Then, she leaned down, her lips grazing his earlobe. "Now, I work on your front," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Changbin shivered at her words, his hands instinctively moving to her thighs. The feel of her legs straddling him sent a jolt of desire straight through him, and he struggled to keep himself under control. "You're killing me, you know that?" he managed to say, his voice a low growl.

Y/n just smirked at his words, knowing full well the effect she was having on him. She ran her fingers lightly over his chest, tracing the hard muscles there. Then, she began to work her magic, massaging and stroking his chest and stomach with practiced ease.

Every touch of her hands sent sparks shooting through his body, leaving a trail of heat wherever she touched. Her touch was both soothing and maddening, and he found himself arching into her touch, wanting more. "God, you're so good at this," he gasped out, his eyes fluttering shut.

Y/n chuckled, enjoying the power she had over him at this moment. "I know," she said, her hands drifting lower, to his abs. "I know all the right buttons to press to make you lose control, Binnie. And I intend to press every single one."

The rest of the night was spent with Y/n continuing to pamper and tease Changbin, drawing out more gasps and groans of pleasure from him. She knew exactly how to wind him up and then bring him back down again, leaving him on the edge of ecstasy. Eventually, they both lay sated and satisfied, with Y/n curled up against Changbin's chest.

"Best birthday ever," Changbin murmured, his eyes closed and a contented smile on his face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝒞𝓌: 𝒜𝓁𝓁𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 (𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒), 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

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Maya and I stood in the doorway taking in the sight. The king was standing in front of Chan with an angry look on his face and a broken vase on the floor next to his feet. While Chan was still sitting in the chair he’s been in, with his head hung low. 

We glanced nervously at Bangchan, he looked defeated, and it sent a pang of sadness in my heart. I had to stay professional in front of the king. I glanced at Maya before I took a step forward, clearing my throat before speaking.

“We have lunch” I speak quietly but loud enough for them to hear.

The king turns his gaze towards us, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Set the food on the table.” He grumbles, gesturing towards a table in the corner of the room.

Maya grabs a tray to hand to me before she grabs her own tray. We make our way to the table and set the trays down. After we set them down we make our way back to the doorway unsure of what to do.

“Will you need anything else?” Maya asks.

“No, that will be all,” the king says gruffly, taking a seat at the table.

Chan remains silent, still looking down at the ground as he avoids eye contact with anyone. Maya and I exchange another nervous glance, unsure of what to do or say next. The atmosphere in the room is thick with tension.

As Maya and I leave the room, closing the door behind us, I can’t help but feel a sense of worry for Chan. I know that he and his father have a complicated relationship, but seeing them argue like this was difficult to witness. I look towards Maya, trying to gauge her emotions before speaking.

Do you think he’ll be okay?” I ask her quietly as we walk down the hall.

Maya looks at me and sighs. “I don’t know,” She replies. “It’s hard to tell, the king and Bangchan have been at odds for a long time. Sometimes things get heated, but normally they can work through it.” She stops walking and frowns. “But I don’t know… that argument seemed more intense than usual.” She finished.

“Chan looked sad and scared… normally when I walk into a room he looks at me to acknowledge me, but his eyes didn’t leave the floor.” I tell Maya.

Maya nods thoughtfully, listening to my observation. “You’re right” She agrees. “He was acting different, he seemed withdrawn and defeated. And it is unusual for him not to acknowledge you. Is there something else going on or is it just the bad argument?”

“He was fine this morning, before this meeting with his father.” I respond

Maya nods again. “That’s true,” she muses. “It seems like that meeting with his father might have triggered something. Maybe the disagreement was much worse than what we saw there. Since we only got the ending of the argument, it could have been much worse.” She pauses before speaking again. “You should keep an eye on him, make sure he’s ok. But for now you should give him space.”

I nod “Yeah… that’s what I was thinking, I’m going to fetch his favorite night wear and I’m thinking about getting the cook to make his favorite dessert.” I tell Maya and she nods in agreement.

“I don’t know how I’m going to handle the king.” Maya tells me.

We both go our separate ways. I go to Chan's room to find his favorite nightwear and I place it on his bed. Then I go to the cook downstairs to ask them to make Chan's favorite dessert made for him when he gets out of the meeting with his father.

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 630

Taglist: @manuosorioh@xxkissesforchanniexx@stayceebs97@lubileaf

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯. 𝓝𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 '𝔂𝓸𝓾'.

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 494

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 1 𝓶𝓲𝓷 58 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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The rain patters against the window of Chan’s apartment, a gentle rhythm that fills the room with its calming sound.

He sits on the couch, his attention focused on his phone as he idly scrolls through Instagram. You sit across from him, reading a book in a plush armchair. The soft glow of the overhead lights casts a warm, cozy atmosphere over the room and a sense of tranquil peace washes over the two of you as the rain continues its serenade outside.

You look up from your book, placing a bookmark on the page you were just reading before closing your book. “Hey love, it’s raining outside.”

Chan looked up from his phone, a small smile playing on his lips at your words. “It is, isn't it?” he replies, his eyes soft as he looks towards the window, watching the water droplets dance against the glass.

“We have the day off today, don’t we? We should do something fun, even in the rain, you know?”

“What do you mean?” You ask with a questioning look.

“Well,” Chan’s smile widens as he stands up, “It’s a cliche, but there’s something romantic about kissing in the rain. We should give it a try.” He moves over, holding out his hand for you to take.

You smile and take his hand, “You just want to make my book fantasies become a reality for me.”

Chan chuckles softly as he gently tugs you up to your feet, a glimmer of playfulness dancing in his eyes. 

“Of course I do, you deserve to experience those book fantasies you like to read and more.” He presses a soft kiss on your forehead before he intertwines your hands together.

“Let’s go and enjoy this rain, shall we?” he asks.

As the two of you put on your shoes and a jacket, you make your way outside.

The cold rain droplets hit your skin, and instantly your clothes start to cling to your figures from the moisture. Despite the cold weather, Chan leads you forward, a playful smile on his lips.

He takes your father out in front of the apartment building, away from the prying eyes of the other residents. A comfortable silence washes over the two of you, He pulls you close as he gently cups your cheek with his hand.

You slowly wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into Chan as you kiss.

Chan’s free hand instinctively wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer till not even rain could pass between you. The kiss was soft and slow, filled with tender love that you both couldn’t put into words. The rain gently pours down upon the two of you, adding a gentle rhythm to the kiss.

As you eventually pull away from the kiss you whisper “I love you.” you say as you put your head on his wet chest. “I love you too.” He responds.

“Now let’s get you inside, I don’t want you getting sick.”

Planning a date with Chan

What should I write next??

1- Mingi: "You're so cute." Y/n: "What?" Mingi: "I said you look like a boot."

2- Jeongin: "We should compare hands, you know. For science." Y/n: "What?" Jeongin: "What? It's not like we haven't done anything worse."

3- Felix: "Yeah, okay, so what if I dreamt about kissing you? Don't we all do that to our best friends?...no? What do you mean no?"

4- Minho: "you're cute." Y/n: "What?" Minho: "I said you look like a fruit." Y/n: "That doesn't even make sense."

5- Hyunjin: "How do I know if I have a crush on someone?" Y/n: "Well, you can't stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they're around, and then you want to- why are you looking at me like that?"

6- Hongjoong: "I can't get you out of my head." Y/n: "...Thanks?"

7- Changbin: "Would it be weird if I kissed you? Be honest." Y/n: "Honestly? Yes. Do I care? No."

8- Y/n: "I feel strange when You're around." Seungmin: "Do you have a fever or something?"

9- Han: "Just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn't, like, mean anything, by the way. Not in that way, at least. Unless you want it to mean something. I don't mind. That's cool."

10- Y/n: "This sounds like you're flirting with me." Bangchan: "...I've been trying to do that for three years now."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝒞𝓌: 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

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Bangchan woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sunlight shining through his window. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, groaning as he sat up in bed. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table, seeing that it was only half past six am. 

Chan groaned again and flopped back down on his pillow, pulling the covers over his head. He hated getting up early, especially since it meant enduring his father's dull lessons. He wanted to sleep in, but he knew that you, his maid would give him an earful if he didn't comply.

Chan heard a knock on his door followed by the sound of your footsteps as you walked into his room. He peeked out from under his covers to see you approaching his bed, already dressed and ready for the day.

"Good morning, your Highness," You said with a smile, "It's time to wake up."

Bangchan let out a sigh of resignation and sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He knew that he had no choice but to get up now that you were there to supervise his morning routine.

"You don't have to call me that, I'm not the King yet." Bangchan groans. "I know, just getting you used to it." You respond.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Chan replies, "Now will you please be so kind as to let me sleep for once?"

You sigh and shake your head. "I'm afraid that's impossible, your Highness. Your father has instructed me to wake you up and ensure that you attend your morning lesson."

Chan groans again and buries his face in his pillows. He was not looking forward to this.

"Come on, you have to get dressed." You say as you go over to his windows and throw his curtains open, letting in sunlight.

Bangchan groans and rolls over, covering his face with a pillow. "I don't want to get up," he mumbles, "Can't you send someone else to attend to my clothes?" 

You roll your eyes as you walk to his dresser, pulling out a clean set of clothes. "You just want more time in bed, don't be lazy your Highness. I'll help you get dressed if you need it," you say teasingly.

Chan grumbled but got out of bed, stretching his arms over his head as you finish laying out his clothes and accessories. After he got dressed, you helped with his hair, making sure everything was perfect.

"You can't skip out on this lesson with your father today. If you do, he'll yell at me, and frankly I don't need to add that to my day. No offense your Highness," you tell Bangchan as you add on accessories to his outfit.

He groaned as you finished preparing him for the day. "I really don't want to attend this lesson," he whined.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "And why's that?"

"Because it's just going to be a bunch of boring lectures on responsibility and leadership. I've heard it all before," Chan complains.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't be so boring if you actually listened for once," You retort. "Plus, if you actually listened, he wouldn't have to say the same thing over and over again." You continued.

"Ugh, I know, I know," Chan whines with a roll of his eyes, "But I can't help it. His lessons are so dull and boring, I feel like I could die from sheer boredom."

"Well, that's physically impossible, so you'll be fine. Now, let's go."

Chan sighs but he still follows you out of the room, preparing himself for another boring lesson with his father.

"Here we are" you start as you reach the room his father is in. "If you need me send another maid to find me, I have other chores to do around the castle."

You curtsy to the king then to Chan before you leave the room.

Chan watches you leave with sad eyes before turning back to get started with his father's lesson for the day. He groans and takes a seat, trying to keep an open mind even though he knew his father was just going to repeat the same old thing again.

*Your POV*

I go back to Chan's room to tidy it up, change the sheets, put clean sheets on, and fix the pillows and blankets on his bed. Fastening the curtains correctly, tidied his vanity, and gathered all his dirty laundry to bring down to the maid's downstairs so they could wash them.

As I tidy up Chan's room, I take the time to look around and admire the luxurious surroundings. From the plush furnishings to the elegant decorations, it was clear that not many people got to experience such opulence. I find myself wondering what it was like to live in such a grand palace, always being waited on hand and foot. I started to envy Chan's status but, I also know that it also came with its own set of challenges. 

After finishing up with the room, I head out to the main floor of the castle to help with the other duties that needed to be done.

I decided to help gather produce from the castle gardens with the other maids from the castle kitchen.

I have always enjoyed this task, I got to spend time outdoors in the gardens.

The castle maids are one big family, and they work as one unit. If one maid has nothing on her schedule, they find something to help out with. It makes things at the castle run faster and smoother, It also gets all of you an early break at the end of the day.

This is why I like Chan's lessons with his father all day. Even though he hates having to sit there and listen to his father.

As the other maids and I worked in the garden, we couldn't help but notice the two guards watching over the bunch of you. All of you wondered why they were there, but they didn't think too much of it, gossiping and making up stories on why guards were suddenly watching over you all. However, you all continued to pick the fresh produce and laugh along with other maids, while I enjoyed the company and the warm sun on your face. Overall, it was a good day to be working outside in the gardens. 

The other maids and I head back inside with baskets full of produce, taking them to the kitchen to be washed and prepped by the kitchen maids so they can make lunch and dinner. Once everything is settled in the kitchen, I head up to check on Chan, seeing if the lesson with his father is over.

I head up to the room Chan and his father reside in, hoping to find him out of his lesson with his father. As I approach the room, I see the door is still closed, indicating that the lesson is still is session. I pause for a moment outside the door, wondering what's happening inside.

Is Chan bored of frustrated? Is his father giving him a hard time or vice vera, or simply going over the usual business of being a prince? You can't help but be curious. But I know I shouldn't eavesdrop, that I should just wait patiently until the meeting is over. Just go back to my sleeping quarters and rest for a bit.

But, even though I decided against it, I still knocked on the door, before opening it slightly. "I'm just checking in, making sure the two of you don't need anything. A drink? Something to eat?"

Chan immediately looked up to me, trying to hide his frustration with the boring lessons. "No, I don't need anything," he said dismissively, trying to sound like he wasn't bored out of his mind. "Just bring me my lunch when it's ready."

I bow my head towards Chan, signaling that I heard him, then I look towards the King. "Would you like the same thing Sir? For your lunch to be brought to you when it's ready?"

The King waves his hand dismissively at me. "No, that's alright, just bring me some water."

Chan rolls his eyes, used to this kind of behavior from his father. He watches as you bow before leaving the room, the door closing softly behind me.

I head down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I go to head back up to the lunch gets finished so me and the Kings personal maid Maya, grab a tray and put the plates of food and the glass of water on the tray before heading back up to the room the King and Prince reside in.

As the two of you make your way back upstairs with the trays of food and water, they could feel the tension in the air. Bangchan and his father had a strained relationship and their lessons often made things worse. Maya and I knew we had to be careful in how they handled the situation.

As I go to knock on the door there's a loud crash from inside the room. Maya and I flinch and exchange a worried look with each other. We pause outside the door, listening for any further noises, unsure of what to do. But everything was silent. We exchange a nervous glance once again before taking a deep breath and enter the room, unsure of what we might find.

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