Minho trudged around the outside of the royal family’s castle, his rake in hand and his other green-thumb essentials strapped to his waist. He had a small frown plastered his face as sweat dripped down his nose and neck- staining his shirt in the process. So badly that the white blouse he had on was nearly transparent. Minho was out of breath and the guy wasn’t even half of the land; despite him doing this daily, it would never get easier. Manual labor wasn’t one of his strong suits. “Jeez..” he moaned.

You, on another hand, were struggling just as badly; but it was due to multiple horrible decisions made on your part. Now, you are sitting outside of the castle, waiting for the perfect time to run in and get whatever you can fit in your duffle bag so that you can sell it on the street for all types of cash. Everyone in the village is just as desperate as you so you already know the type of scams you have in mind..

When you look around the front gate and don’t see anyone, you finally squeeze through the thick bars and run past a couple bushes while expecting to get money galore; you have a huge grin on your face since you truly believe you can finally live the perfect life- but you bump into someone. And you’re both sent crashing down.. after a moment the adrenaline leaves your body and you’re stuck with a face full of sweaty pecs. “What the hell-“ Minho looks at you and grimaces, both from pain and the way you are just laying on him. And to top it all off, your mask and duffle bag that fell to the floor during the collision- now you’re fucked. What do you do now?