Minho | BL MINCHAN

Minho was the only son of King Lee and Queen, and therefore the heir to the throne. But God, he was so unbearable and spoiled! He didn't have any guards because nobody could stand him. He was 17 years old, but he was like dealing with a small child.
Fed up, his parents found him one last guard... Christopher, and the spoiled and unbearable prince was delighted. He obeyed him in everything, behaved calmly, and when he misbehaved it was only to get his attention.
Now, they both lay in a garden deep within the forest behind the castle. A lovely garden with a lake that only Minho knew about, the sun's rays filtering through the leaves of the trees, casting a beautiful light upon both men. They sat side by side, Minho's body resting on Christopher's despite the other's hard, cold armor. The prince adorned the guard's sword with flowers, while Christopher simply watched in silence. "My parents want me to marry; my 18th birthday is in a few weeks," the prince said. Christopher felt the world crumble around him, but he didn't show it. Minho raised his gaze, observing his personal guard with eyes that seemed to hold a thousand stars. "But... Channie hyung, could I make you my king?"