The Seven Wives of Jeon Jungkook

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Opening her eyes slowly, she finds her settings unfamiliar. The room is elegant. A large canopy hangs above her, the bed sheets feel softer than usual and there's a weight on the other side of her she cannot place.

Turning slowly, she comes face to face with a sleeping Jungkook.

His face is pressed into the pillow, curly hair a ruffled mess. Pink lips set in a pout as if he were dreaming something unpleasant. The bedsheets are hap-hazardously wrapped around his waist as his bareback is left exposed.

Shifting as quietly as she can, she lifts his hand, which had been hugging her waist tightly, off of her and places it down near him gently.

Tiptoeing off of the bed she slips on a silk robe she finds hanging off of the vanity.

As soon as she opens the bedroom door, she's met with the face of an old woman who smiles quite strained at her.

"Good Morning your highness"

"Good morning..."

"Will you be having breakfast now?"

I guess I can't go digging through the castle now, she thinks.

"Yes, breakfast would be great"

"Is his majesty awake?"

"No, let him rest. It was a long day yesterday" she convinces the other.

Nodding the maid begins walking away quickly and Ji Eun nearly trips rushing to follow her.

"Where would you like to have breakfast this morning?"

"The garden perhaps".

"Of course, it will be brought to you soon. If you'd like you may take bath beforehand?"

Did she stink? She wonders sniffing herself, wouldn't hurt to bathe. She shrugs.

The bath is unlike any other she'd ever seen. It resembled a small lake and around it are bottles filled with all kinds of oils. Mirrors surround the small room.

She strips off her robe and nightgown and steps into the heated water. Steam rises as she sighs, relaxing into the water. She picks a random bottle of oil and holds it up, observing its contents. Inside lay a translucent, thick, yellow liquid with white flowers suspended inside. They resembled dahlias.

She slathers the serum all over her skin and hair, scrubbing herself clean. It has a sweet, vanilla, and honey scent.

After rinsing and stepping from the bath a different maid meets her by the bathroom door with a towel. She's taken to sit in a chair where two more maids wait. They begin drying her hair and applying a white, creamy serum to her skin, it smells liked roses.

When she's done, she's left cheeks flushed a pretty pink and feeling fresh.

Following the older maid from earlier, she's led to the garden, where a table has been prepared. Her lilac dress sways along with the gentle breeze as she walks. When she's seated and finally alone, she lets out a sigh of relief.

Not feeling hungry anymore, she leans forwards resting a hand on her chin as she looks around the flourishing garden.

In the distance, she sees a figure moving. Upon closer inspection, she sees it's a man. He's crouched down over some flowers, sweat seeps through his shirt.

The gardener? She wonders.

As if feeling her gaze, the man turns around meeting her eyes.

She nearly yelps at how sudden he turned.