Seungho’s POV

“Young master.” Someone shook me, interrupting my sleep and I have an idea who it is. Butler Kang Jung Ill, my most trusted person beside my family.

He shook me again and this time furiously. “Young master Seungho, please wake up. It’s already late.” He shook and shook and shook.

I swear, if only he hasn’t taken care of me since I was in diapers I have yelled at him now. But no, I can’t do that even if it wasn’t Butler Kang. Yang Seungho doesn’t yell and is always polite.

“Hmmm five more minutes.” I whined and cover my head with a pillow. But at least I can act childishly in front of him since he’s like a father to me.

“This won’t work.” I heard him mumbled and walked away from me. i thought he had given up making me smirk.

You can’t peel me off my bed old man.

But the next thing I knew my blanket was being pulled off and the sound of curtains opening, allowing the rays of sunlight comes in hurting my eyes in the process.

“Aisssth Butler Kang!” I cussed at him.

“Manners young master.” He calmly said while arranging my blanket. He straightened up and walked to my door opening it.

“He’s awake.” I heard him say and two maids walked in my room, one carrying a tray and the other pushing a cart full of food, a sight I usually see in the morning.

“Young master here’s a hot towel.” Maid number one said. I don’t know their names by the way.

I took the towel and wipes my hands with it. “Thank you.” I said acting nice and smiled a radiant smile making both maids blush. Well who wouldn’t? This is Yang Seungho.

“So young master what do you want for today? Coffee or tea?” maid number one continued.

“Tea please.” I smiled making them blush for the second time around.

“We prepared jasmine and earl grey tea today. What would you like?” maid number two asked.

“Earl grey.” I answered. She poured the tea on the porcelain cup and gave it to me.

“And for breakfast we’ve prepared a western and italian dish. What would you prefer?” maid number two asked again.

“Italian.” I said, my jaw hurting from too much faking a smile.

“Here young master, we’ve cooked your favourite italian colazione.” Maid number one said.

Fette biscottate, biscotti, brioches, soup with beans and faro, linguine with red mullet and for dessert schiacciata alla fiorrentina. A heavy meal unusual for breakfast, just the way I like it. I’m not a shiksin for nothing.

“Thank you, you may leave now.” I said. They bowed and left.

“What a complicated breakfast routine.” I sighed as soon as they left.

“But you love being surrounded with food every morning.” Butler Kang pointed out. I smirked at what he said and started eating my meal. Of course it’s about food.

I ate quietly and from time to time I see Butler Kang looking at his watch. “Ehem,” he cleared hi