Jisung is at the end of his rope. "Kwang-ssi, if you would only listen-"

"Your Highness, you don't understand..." The idiot just won't stop blabbering about some stupid minor inconvenience that only bothers him because it might lose him some money. Jisung wishes with all his might that being a king didn't come with having to deal with crap like these things. He left Minho sleeping in their bed for this.