A Gorgeous White || bts_taegi_fanfic ||

❄️ || Chapter 20 || The Arrival ❄️

|| Chapter 20 || The Arrival

"I am not wearing that..."

With such resolute words, Jimin was heartbroken.

The day of the gathering had arrived and the sun had risen to midday. Within the private room on the third floor of the inn, a particular third young master stood unwaveringly glaring at a set of beautifully designed clothes eagerly presented to him by his personal maidservant.

Mochi nuzzled snuggly into the pillows biting at the tasseled edges.

Yoongi's piercing eyes glared like burning god-like flames with the need to engulf the luxurious outfit in front of him into ashes mercilessly. Didn't he make sure that there wasn't a single outfit like this in his luggage? How could he miss something as eye-catching as this?

With a sharp glance at Jimin, he figured he might have hidden this behind his back before they had even packed for the trip.

Grudgingly walking towards the piece of clothing, he grabbed the sleeves and lifted it up in the air to examine it. What's this? No back? See-through fabric? Is this even considered a man's clothes? It's more like a piece of open lingerie for a honeymoon night!

An aphrodite maeruthan maybe a sex in between female and male but it had the equality of both sexes. The person was neither excessively feminine nor excessively masculine. All aphrodites were born male and they were to be raised as both a daughter and son. However, they were all preferred to be called a son regardless of their other sex by all the majority of humans, maeruthans, and by order of the imperial law.

This kind of clothing was simply disregarding his name as a man!

"Jimin... why did you bring this with us?" He looked at him at the corner of his eyes. Of course, he wasn't mad at hy for this flimsy thing and for the fact that Jimin had tried his best for him but at the thought that some people have the desire to even create these all too feminine clothes for his kind. It was like a meddle pricking at the little bit of pride left in him.

"I thought that master would look absolutely stunning in it" he tugged at his sleeves, woefully. He blinked his bright eyes at him full of lost expectations like a fire doused with water. "Third young master refused to even pack an article of extravagant clothing. What would young master Yoongi wear for the gathering then? I was afraid the other nobles would pick on my young master. The rumors about the young master hadn't even abated yet ".

Just thinking about other people muttering terrible gossips about his young master made his tremble with anger. The third young master wasn't like the version of himself before. He was kind-hearted, detached from strangers aside from his closest people, silent, and very considerate to him and other servants.

He was far from being unruly, demanding, and horribly mischievous. He was like a waterfall of pure crystalline water on deserted scorched land, reviving the life that was once lost. His temperament was like a white cloud of serenity and innocence. Others may not notice but after deep investigation, Jimin knew about Yoongi's letter to his father, the trinkets he made for his brothers, and the plain sapphire pendant necklace around Yoongi's neck. It was crossing the line as a low born servant but he wasn't regretful.

Helplessly looking at Jimin's troubled eyes, Yoongi only felt touched by his sweet concern. He knew Jimin was very attentive to him but he only discovered at this moment how deep his concern for him was.

With a fond smile at his way, Yoongi exhaled in a helpless manner. "The clothes are too revealing why don't you choose something more simple yet elegant for me to wear? I understand your worries Jimin but have a little faith in your young master for this night. " He placed the clothes back on the bed. He then turns to him, a tender smile never leaving his face.