1 My name is Chang-ho

It was ridiculous.

Chang-ho was once again, stuck in the old dusty basement doing the prince's laundry.

He was in charge of making sure that the "royal " vests were spotlessly clean.

Freaking ridiculous.

'how the heck am I supposed to get this clean?' He thought bitterly as he splattered soapy water on the floor out of frustration

'Ah damn chef!' He muttered under his breath

He blamed him and the rest of the cooks, why would they give them a barbeque dinner knowing fully well that the Royal family was going to have a 'white party'

Now,

one might wonder.

What the fuck is a white party?

Truth be told he himself had no idea, if he had to personally summarize the whole events that transpired in one, he would say it like this:

Long story short, there's a bunch of rich people.

Some actually of royal blood ,some not. They all come by dressed in white and eat random expensive shit like caviar and start talking about topics like politics which I Jung Chang-ho I'm not interested in.'

Funny thing is, even though he was not interested in them ,he would rather spend his time listening to those boring conversations than spending most of his time just doing work and errands assigned to him round the castle and the “royal gardens".

Why did they have to put Royal in front of everything?

No one was going to denounce them anyway.

It was just so unnecessary.

Chang-ho sighed, his life was just a big comical joke.

It had been less than a week since he had been assigned to become the prince's personal servant and to be honest ....

He hated it .

The prince was really rude to him and kept ordering him around like a dog.

I mean he was kind of used to it since he's been in the castle all his childhood but hey, he was still human.

He had feelings, and yes, he does get hurt by crude comments.

Chang-ho groaned.

This was exhausting.

He wasn't sure if he liked Haneul or not.

Hah, he would only dare to call him Haneul in his head, as much as his life sucked, he wanted to live it; and addressing the other by his first name would not allow him to do so.

Anyway, it was too early to decide whether he liked him or not despite his foul mouth.

He had yet to spend some time with the prince without being asked to do something, but he found it a bit weird that the latter enjoyed regular stuff like hip hop music. Turns out it was his favourite genre, he had been shocked to hear Haneul rap that one time...

Well, Haneul was in the shower and he had to bring him fresh clothes so he overheard the elder rapping happily to some strong sounding song.

He was also shocked to learn that his favourite TV series was "game of thrones" which Chang-ho would agree is the best series ever created by man!

But wait, that's not all.

To learn that Haneul enjoyed regular food like burgers...

That was it, his mind was officially blown away, you could almost hear the literal *puff!* sound his brain had so not gently emitted.

By the time Chang-ho had ended his mental ramble, he was finally done.

He stood up stretching his back as he had spent a lot of hours crouched in the tiny stool at the front of his feet.

Sighing for the 100th time he muttered to himself:

'My name is Jung Chang-ho,I'm 18 years old and a personal servant at the Seoul Royal castle.

What a sad life...'