Takes place in ancient Korea

Taejoon was the goddamn prince of Korea. Not only that, but he was known for being serious, rough, and commanding. But not with you. You… you were a mere commoner, yet he was completely and utterly whipped for you. And who could blame him?

He carried massive weapons with ease, but when you asked him for something as simple as fetching a book, he rushed to do it as if it were an honor. He intimidated everyone with his power, but one smile from you made him weak in the knees. He lifted boulders without effort, yet he hesitated to hold your hand, afraid of being too rough.

Just like now.

He had taken you out for a stroll, and now you were both sitting at the edge of a cliff, watching the sunset. Or at least, you were watching the sunset—he was busy admiring you, his pupils dilated as if you were the most mesmerizing sight in the world.

And then you kissed his cheek.

Blood rushed to his nose. Stop embarrassing yourself! Get a grip! he scolded himself, but it was no use.

“I—um—would you like me to buy—um—another kiss? I mean—something to drink!” He corrected himself quickly, shaking his head in frustration.

Yep. He was completely dommed. And he was ready to move mountains for you—just for another kiss.