midnight delight ◦
im siwoo and hayoung ; modern prince & servant au
five am.
it’s late. it’s really, truly late and he should have been asleep five hours ago or preferably more, like his mother might have said, but instead there he is; still very much awake from reading an entire series of manga online, and with a sudden intense craving for ice cream.
so what does one do when one really, really, really wants to have ice cream in the middle of the night?
sighing deeply, siwoo stretches out entirely, arms above his head and all, accompanied by a few grunting noises, then gets up from his desk chair.
there’s an entire royal palace filled with empty rooms and empty hallways, and it’s a relief sometimes compared to the usual hustle and bustle of people going around. not that he minds all the people working for them, he even likes most of them, but there are times when he is glad to be able to do without all the prying eyes.
after all his hair really needs to be washed, he’s in his pyjama pants and an oversized hoodie and it’s the middle of the night - he’s not exactly runway ready. and it’s nice to not have to be worried about who might see him roaming the hallways like that.
but of course life does a little something called ‘hold that thought’, because the second he rounds the corner and steps into the kitchen, his phone goes flying through the air in his surprise at seeing another person there.
“oh my...!” he exclaims, then starts forward in order to be able to catch his phone again. nimble fingers grapple at the mobile device, taking hold of it mere moments before it hits the ground. he raises it quickly, makes sure it’s not damaged with a single look, then presses it close to his chest with a heavy sigh of relief. both at it being fine and at realising that the other person in the room is merely hayoung; his little sister’s handmaiden of a sort.
“i...” he utters after a moment of silence in which he just looks at her. “didn’t think anyone was going to be here. you uh, you couldn’t sleep?”
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