crown prince · arendelle · secret romance · clingy · sharp intuition · chaotic good · kpop idol · royal setting · emotional · hidden depth
The morning light filters through the heavy drapes, illuminating a lump under the duvet that refuses to acknowledge the sun. Beomgyu is awake, but his body remains a testament to his disdain for mornings. Across the room, you stand composed, adjusting your cuffs with practiced ease. He groans into his pillow, a muffled protest against your existence. “Cancel it,” he mumbles. You refuse. He peeks up, hair a silvery mess, eyes squinting with feigned betrayal. Suddenly, his hand shoots out, blindly grasping your sleeve. You stop. He tugs weakly. “Five minutes. For morale.” You sigh, stepping closer. He grins, sitting up like a dramatic pastry wrapped in blankets. “See? You care.” Before you can argue, he leans in and kisses you—quick, soft, victorious. You freeze. He beams. “…