This is a piece I've been working on for about 15 minutes... Please don't forget that this is a really boring piece that I've never edited. [Contains profanity.]
Jungkook - still with you
I think it would be better if you turned it on and read it.
I kept moving, dragging my slippers that were as tattered as an umbrella. I don’t know where my legs are leading me now. I just keep going straight, wherever my feet move.
The footsteps from home stopped after two hours. My cell phone had long since died, and the rain that had been pouring down was now lightly drizzling. My clothes and body, soaked in the rain, felt heavy and cold, just like my heart. As I shivered and thought about how to get back home, I even started hearing voices in my ears. The sound of a dog whining. I finally wondered if I was going crazy. I could hear the voices of Choco, the dog I had raised with great care, who had passed away alone a few years ago.
As I turned my body, shivering slightly, something caught my leg. I felt something warm and wondered as I swung my foot. However, the warmth I felt around my ankle did not go away. With a serious expression on my face, I lowered my gaze…
“Oh, shit! What the heck! ”
“Ugh… Could you please take your feet off me?”
Beneath Yeoju's feet was a very healthy man lying on the floor, covered in blood. She was startled and kicked her feet, but the man grabbed Yeoju's thin ankle and raised her body.
“Whew… Since you stepped on me, the Duke, you must take responsibility for your actions, right?”
This is what happens when you tame a tyrant.
(Please stop playing the song and play BTS - We are Bulletproof.)
How did things get to this point? I don’t know. I had to sit still for what felt like an hour, facing a man named Seokjin at a long, wide table. The reason why things got to this point is not difficult. It’s actually simple. Seokjin, who brought Yeoju to his house without thinking that she should pay the price, kept his mouth shut and wouldn’t open. I wish he had cursed at her or given her some kind of punishment.
She tapped her fingernails under the table and squeezed her soaking wet shorts. The chair, which looked expensive to anyone, was soaked with water, but Yeoju didn’t care. If she had a lot of things, she might have been restless, but Yeoju wasn’t like that. She had nothing. That meant Yeoju had nothing to lose. She would have no regrets even if she was executed right away, so what could she be afraid of?
While I was thinking about this and that, Seokjin's mouth, which seemed like it would never open, opened, and I heard a voice that was so low that I thought it was sweet.
“ …What is your name?”
“Ah… My name is Yeoju.”
“Ms. Lee Yeo-ju.”
" yes? "
I'm starting to reach my limit. I wish you'd say something when I called you, but that damn mouth is shut and won't open. When I open my mouth to say something, the sound comes out of Seokjin's mouth, not mine.
"I would like you, Lady Yeoju, to be my dedicated maid."
" …yes? "
“As you may know from hearing rumors about me, I don’t have a very good image.”
"What does that have to do with me becoming your maid?"
“Mom, Dad. And… my younger sister doesn’t like my image either. … I don’t have a single escort right now. Well, it doesn’t really bother me… but since I’m not good at housework, I need a maid to do it for me.”
“I decline. I’m not interested.”
“This is not a request. This is a threat, a proposal.”
“ … ”
“You know, don’t you? A commoner can’t go against a duke.”
Fuck, you're the problem.
“So, what do you think, Lady? Do you want to be my maid, or… well, do you want to end your life right here and now?”