Oh Minho, how foolish he is.

What was he even thinking? A mere helper.. falling in love with one of the royals? The way you'd carry yourself alongside the garden whenever you were too frustrated with your father — the king, he finds it the only chance to interact with you.

Oh Minho, how could you every forget the gap in status and hierarchy? Too drunken in your smile, he might aswell prefer being fired, or worse.. beheaded when others find out about his silly little feelings.

Ah, it's like what people say. Forbidden love really does hurt.

"I ought to see you here," he smiles softly, the plain hanbok he wore was such a huge contrast of your silken hanbok.

Of course, where will you even be if not the garden?