When Yeonhee surfaced, she was snuggly tucked up in one of the warmest, most comfortable beds she’d ever slept in.  Natural daylight told her it was well past eight or nine in the morning, and for a few moments, she struggled with the idea of rolling over and going back to sleep in this really very nice comfortable bed and getting up.

She decided it would be okay to lie there a little longer in luxury, her mind replaying a very odd dream she’d had the previous night in which the prince had somehow got hold of her phone number and then spent a good hour or two crying on her shoulder because his father was in a coma and his stress and exhaustion had more or less led to a breakdown.

It was only at that point that she realised the bed she was currently in didn’t make sense, and she shot upright, panicking.

The room around her was completely unfamiliar.  It was a very nice room, with a simply carved wooden wardrobe, chest of drawers, dresser and bookcase that were clearly part of a (very expensive) set.  A matching table and two chairs were in a little alcove by a bay window, the curtains (were they silk?) drawn back and actually held out of the way by tassled tie-backs.  There was even a pelmet.  Yeonhee hadn’t known that pelmets were even a thing anymore.

A very comfortable-looking armchair sat to the right of the bed on the other side of a bedside table, which was evidently part of the same set as the rest of the furniture.  A book sat beside the light, its cover well worn, and Yeonhee saw a bookmark tucked into it.

Completely disoriented, she swung her legs out of bed (noticing with relief that nobody had tried to change her out of her clothes while she was asleep, and then with alarm that she’d burst into the private medical suite in front of the prince and his bodyguards in a pair of Wonderwoman pyjama shorts and an old Pacman t-shirt that had been like a dress on her when she was twelve but now actually showed off that puberty had been very kind to her body) and stumbled in the direction of the first door she saw, thoroughly embarrassed and just wanting to get out of the situation altogether and go back up to her grandmother.

The door turned out to lead to an equally luxurious en suite bathroom, and Yeonhee succumbed to temptation when she saw the bath and the clean, fluffy towels on the towel heater and decided she could soak away the troubles of the previous day.

A good half hour later, thoroughly relaxed after the scented bubble bath and unable to find a hair drier, she used an overly large hand towel to wrap her hair up in a towel turban, redressed in her pyjamas, and cleaned her teeth with a brand new toothbrush and tube of toothpaste that she’d had to break out of their boxes.  She would have felt ready to face the day if she had a change of clothes with her, or a dressing gown and slippers, but the best she could do was slip her feet back into her shoes and return to her room to look for her phone.

After pretty much turning the room upside down (and then putting it neatly back together in case the hospital sued for things being left untidy), Yeonhee concluded she must have accidentally left in the king’s room.  Steeling herself, she turned to the only door she hadn’t yet been through, and pulled it open.

Junmyeon was on the other side, fist raised to knock.

“Oh good, you’re up,” he said.  “I think his highness has arranged for breakfast.”

Yeonhee followed him as he turned and crossed what was essentially a very large and luxurious open space that looked like it was a dining room at one end and a living room at the other.  There were a few sleeping bags cast around that she suspected belonged to the bodyguards, although there were also a couple of open doors through which she could see other bedrooms.

This was absolutely crazy.  There was genuinely a suite in the private part of the hospital that somebody could live in as a luxury four-bedroomed flat if they wanted to.  One or two of the bodyguards waved at her as she gawped.

“Nice t-shirt!” called one, giving her a thumbs up as he sipped from a cup of coffee.  Yeonhee almost gave him the finger, but stopped herself at the last moment because he did actually sound genuine, and it also didn’t look like he was sizing her up.  His smile was friendly and he met her gaze when she narrowed her eyes at him.  He wasn’t one of the ones she recognised.  And it really did look like he approved of the Pacman t-shirt.  Yeonhee smiled uncertainly.

It took Yeonhee a moment or two to recognise the room that Junmyeon led her into, because it was very different in daylight with the curtains open (they had hidden a bay window similar to the one in the room she’d slept in, though everything in this room was on a much bigger scale).  Steady beeps sounded from the machines monitoring the comatose king, and Yeonhee automatically looked around, feeling awkward and a little lost when Junmyeon quietly backed out and shut the door behind him.  The prince and Luhan were both standing by the table in the alcove, which had a sumptuous breakfast spread on it that set Yeonhee’s mouth drooling as soon as she caught sight of it.  Luhan had several files tucked under his arm and he was speaking quickly and in a low voice, his body angled as though he had been about to leave but remembered something and turned back to say it.  The prince himself was dressed in a beige cable knit jumper over smart olive trousers, his hair tousled.  Yeonhee could see enough of his face to make out u