You were the princess’s handmaiden, which was no easy job.

Well…handmaiden to the PRINCE.

The thing about Jisung was, he was just so…femme. The whole castle staff called him a princess, rather than a prince. He didn’t seem to mind mostly, but still got shy.

He was definitely a handful, and was kind and shy. Not around you, though.

He was extra hyper with the ball coming up, so at 8:00 in the morning, he burst out of his room, slamming into you.

You two thudded to the ground, and he let out a grunt. His fluffy brown hair surrounded his head like a halo, and his bright eyes were wide. A faint shadow goatee was on his chin, indicating that he had forgotten to shave. His poofy pink dress was fluffed out, like a pink cloud behind him.

“S-sorry Noona!”

He said apologetically, a light blush tinging his cheeks.