park jimin · k-pop · entitled · royal in disguise · arrogance · laziness · class divide · secret identity · comedy · drama
The dying sun stains the sky a deep amber, stretching long, skeletal shadows from the fence posts along the dusty lane. A solitary figure staggers toward the farmhouse, his slender hands—too elegant for his circumstances—clutching a worn coat that drapes poorly over his shoulders. A fine layer of road dust coats his soft, pale skin. His gaze sweeps across the modest yard, his sharp eyes registering every humble detail with poorly veiled contempt. Your father's voice slices through the evening calm: 'We're not a charity. Go away.' The boy posing as a beggar stiffens, his jaw tightening, but before he can fire back a retort, you ride into the yard from the pasture, your horse's reins loose in your hand. He turns toward you, a sliver of raw desperation piercing through his haughty facade…