👑The Royal Affairs ⚔️| jeongcheol ff|svt ff

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In the following days, life in Jeju continued its peaceful rhythm. Jeonghan, Seungkwan, and little Chan reveled in the simple joys of their daily routines. The trio spent mornings exploring the sandy beaches, collecting seashells, and building intricate sandcastles under the watchful eye of Chan's grandmother.

One sunny afternoon, as Jeonghan and Seungkwan sat on the porch, sipping tea, Chan ran towards them with excitement, his eyes sparkling. "Hyung, Seungkwan-hyung, look what I found!" In his tiny hands, Chan held a vibrant seashell, showcasing it as if it were a treasure beyond measure.

Seungkwan chuckled, "Wow, Chan! That's a fantastic find. Maybe we can add it to our collection."

Jeonghan ruffled Chan's hair, a warm smile on his face. "You're becoming quite the expert explorer, little one."

The tranquility of their days, however, was occasionally interrupted by Chan's innocent curiosity and boundless energy. One evening, as they gathered for dinner, Chan's grandmother prepared a delicious feast. However, the little mischief-maker couldn't resist the temptation of chasing a butterfly that fluttered by, accidentally knocking over a bowl of rice.

"Oh, Chan," Seungkwan laughed, "it seems our dinner is having an adventure of its own."

Chan's eyes widened, and he looked between the spilled rice and the butterfly, torn between guilt and fascination. Jeonghan's laughter echoed through the air. "It's alright, Chan. We can always clean up, and there's more rice in the kitchen."

As they tidied up the mess, Chan's grandmother joined in with a smile. "Children and their adventures, always keeping life interesting."

Days turned into weeks, and their bond deepened. In the evenings, they gathered around a crackling fire on the beach, sharing stories and dreams. One night, as the stars adorned the sky, Chan's grandmother began to recount tales from her own youth.

"Back in the day," she began, her eyes reflecting the memories, "I used to dance under these very stars. There's a magic in the night that brings people together."

Seungkwan, inspired, stood up and offered a hand to Jeonghan. "Shall we dance under the stars, just like in the old tales?"

With laughter and a touch of hesitation, Jeonghan accepted, swaying to an imaginary melody with Seungkwan by the water's edge. Chan, fascinated by their impromptu dance, joined in with his own playful twirls.

As the night unfolded, they found themselves immersed in the magic of the moment, a makeshift family bound by laughter, love, and the shared warmth of Jeju's shores. The drama of court life and past grievances felt like distant echoes, replaced by the serenity of their newfound haven.

In the embrace of their makeshift family, under the twinkling stars, Jeonghan, Seungkwan, Chan, and his grandmother discovered that sometimes, the most profound tales are woven not in grand palaces but in the simplicity of shared joy and love.