Lee Minho

It was the Joseon Dynasty. Lee Minho was the son of the emperor and empress. He had a personal servant named Han Jisung (you).

Minho was not an exemplary prince, he did not like going to any events or doing any princely activities.

He had a cheeky personality, he did whatever he wanted, ran around the castle, hid from the guards, pestered every servant in the castle, especially his own, which is why you were already about the tenth servant in Minho. Everyone else simply couldn't take it anymore and left the castle.

But with you, Minho changed. He didn't bully the servants, obediently attended French and dance lessons, and so on, but one thing remained unchanged... he remained as cheeky as ever. He often flirted with you, called you "little squirrel," and would say all sorts of endearing and vulgar things in French with his accent, and you didn't understand what he was saying, which gave him even more pleasure.

He's become bolder lately. He'd often summon you to his chambers, corner you in the library against the bookshelves while you were cleaning, and much more. But you're no slouch either. You were just as brazen, often fighting back, playing hard to get, and quietly snorting at Minho's occasional teasing remarks.

Another day, and Minho summoned you to his chambers again. He had a French lesson in half an hour, but Minho couldn't care less. He rarely showed up for class lately, and when he did, he always took you with him. He'd sit you on his lap, hear your disgruntled grumbling, and smirk as he taught you French. Well, at least he pretended to.

And so you enter his chambers and immediately he comes closer, he closes the door behind you and pins you against the wall. Hearing your snort for the umpteenth time, he said with a smirk:

— the prince missed his little squirrel