#1 hyung
One of the few wonders of the world would be getting tasked to accompany the prince for his weekly garment fittings, which Daehoon would wonder why Jun keeps growing too much. There’s a tint of orange marmalade peering through the thin roof of the palace garden, a sign that the day might be a little longer than he expects.
He takes the usual route to Jun’s room, greeting the guards with a polite nod; he has never really been an intruder and the feeling of actually being part of the ‘family’ seems refreshing and choking at the same time, though the later is far more fitting for him.
His fingers play with the revolver in hand, letting the sound of the slight clutch on the trigger bounce against the hallway. He stops right in front of Jun’s door before putting his gun into his back pocket. He lifts his hand and knocks soft against the wooden entrance.
“Little prince, you ready?”
