“Mom, what are you doing?”

Prince Hyukjae walked in on his mother preparing a tower bed in the guest bedroom and wondered what was going on. “Are we hoarding mattresses for the winter?”

His mother grunted. “Son, I’m preparing a bed for a guest. He’s really handsome and cute and I like him, but he claimed that he is a prince and I don’t believe him.”

“Err, what’s that got to do with all the mattresses?”

The Queen took out a pea from her pocket and proceeded to place the pea under the very first mattress. She huffed a little while speaking because damn the stack of mattresses was freaking heavy. “I’m gonna make him sleep on this bed and see if he feels anything. That’ll tell me if he’s a real prince or not,” she grunted. She thought for a while and decided to add more peas. “One isn’t enough. I’ve seen his muscles and damn, he’s ripped,” she muttered to herself.

The Prince widened his eyes when the tower started wobbling, yelling out a warning but it was too late. The stack toppled onto the poor unsuspecting Queen, burying her beneath.

“Mom!”

* * *

Hyukjae was startled when he saw a wet, bedraggled young man with abs to die for in the castle. His white shirt was drenched transparent and Hyukjae couldn’t help his lips at the delicious sight. He’d love to have a taste of those chocolate abs.

The wet young man noticed Hyukjae checking him out and sent him a wink, which flustered the prince. Hyukjae covered his face and ran out of the hall into his own bedroom. He started fantasizing about what he would have done to the poor wet guy if he stayed a minute longer. Those sin