My Cold Prince's
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Minjoo had just come out of the bathroom a few minutes ago and now Minjoo was drying his wet hair using a small towel.

His hand tried to open the desk drawer and grabbed his cell phone that he had stored there a few minutes ago, before he took a shower.

There is no message. Tumben. Hyewon was usually happy to contact him. Not infrequently spam messages to make the notification full. But this time nothing at all??.

Hmmmm.. Minjoo mutters.

"Tumben once this kid. Not sending a message at all."

Minjoo put his phone back down, then sat on the chair while staring at the window whose curtains were wide open. The rain had subsided and the sky was slowly brightening.

Minjoo then turned his eyes to a black leather jacket belonging to Junho which he displayed on a hanger behind the door of his room. He stared at the jacket for a long time, then he smiled at her.

Ah.. It wasn't the jacket that made Minjoo smile. But more to the shadow of the incident about an hour ago that made him smile.

The shadow when Junho suddenly came and gave the jacket to protect him, then took him home on a motorbike, he was finally able to embrace Junho's sturdy body and can suck the fragrance of perfume on Junho's jacket. All those good things happened instantly, without Minjoo ever imagining it before. Minjoo doesn't believe me. It's really like a dream.

"So Junho looks really cool.. " Minjoo murmured.

He smiled broadly as he bit his lower lip.

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Meanwhile, Mama Minjoo peeked out from the door of Minjoo's slightly open room.

Seen by Minjoo who smiles himself like a mad man. But Mama Minjoo knows. Not because the child is not sane, but the only girl whose puppet is now being in the land of kasmaran. Similar to him when he was young when he had a crush on his papa Minjoo.

Ehheeem's.. Mama Minjoo cleared her throat hard enough that her voice reached her room and made Minjoo gasp.

Mama Minjoo then went into the room. He placed a bowl of green bean soup on a small table in Minjoo's room.

"Here, mama made some green bean soup."

Minjoo peeked into the bowl and sucked in the warm and seductive aroma of green bean soup.

Minjoo took a spoon and tried it once a bribe.

"Great son" he said, praising his mother's cooking.

Mama Minjoo just smiled at him.

"You cold?"

Minjoo shook his head.

Mama Minjoo nodded in understanding.

"But your friend whose name was Junho was really good it looks like. Not much of his son's talk. The evidence yesterday never sent you home. Keep going right now. While minjamin jacket anyway." Mama Minjoo.

Minjoo nodded, sign in agreement.

"Yes, ma.. Minjoo does that too. He's actually really nice. Rada' is quiet. I hardly ever talk to my friends in class."

Replied Minjoo who looked very happy when telling it.

"Is that his son?"

Minjoo.

"Yes. Junho was that quiet." he said.

"Do you like him?" mama Minjoo asked suddenly.

Minjoo chokes in surprise.

"Eh, why? eat slowly dong.." said Mama Minjoo, as he approached Minjoo and patted his neck gently.

Minjoo shook his head, then grimaced stiffly.

Mama Minjoo who saw him just chuckled.

"You really like her, don't you?"

Hmmmm... 

Minjoo muttered for a while, then nodded softly in embarrassment.

"Mama does not matter if you like him at all, because like the opposite sex at your age is common. Mama used to be like that. Mama also liked your dad in high school." Mama Minjoo.

"But remember! do not let it interfere with your learning activities. You still have to know the portion." Imbuhnya, advising.

Minjoo. Instantly his eyes sparkled and his smile expanded.

Thankfully, his mother did not bother him at all if he liked Junho. Minjoo was happy to hear that.

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