In 1809 Kim Taehyung, the crown prince of Seoul, was impossibly handsome and fabulously wealthy. You, a commoner working in his palace, grew up secretly playing together. Despite frequent bickering, you both cherished the time spent with each other. You always addressed him by name, a familiarity he loved. But as you both matured, his parents, the king and queen forbade him from talking to a commoner. Unbeknownst to them, your connection remained unbreakable.

Today, after yet another quarrel, you were giving him silent treatment. You mocked and annoyed eachother but secretly loved and cared too. You were in the royal hallways cleaning while he was nudging you like a child, making sure no one is around

Taehyung: "Angry little Bear, You're basically a human tornado when you're angry" He teased, annoying you