★The cute maid★ (bkdk)

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★ Bakugous pov ★

My thoughts were proven right. The omega was sitting in the corner of the room shaking horribly. I carefully walked over to him making my presence visible. I crouched to him.

„Hey, darling.. it's ok, I'm not here to hurt you. I promise. Now,can I touch you?“, I asked trying to calm his panic down. He looked at me shocked but very slowly nodded. I carefully pulled him into my chest. His breathing started to regulate a bit more and slowed down a bit as well.

„I am truly sorry for whatever my brother has done, he's an asshole and doesn't understand that every human being should be treated as such..”, I comforter him.

„I-it's truly n-not y-y-your fault at a-all,p-pr-prince..", he admitted as I pushed him further into my chest. His breathing started going back to normal slowly and with blink of an eye,he was out. He most likely hadn't slept well or at all in a while. I carefully picked him up and carried him to the bed. I decided to sleep in the same bed as him. It wasn't disgusting for me and he wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. To be honest,I've never let anyone sleep so close to me because I am easiest to wound at that time but he hadn't had any contact to the outside world in probably years and something about him just made me wanna be nice to him. He was still in that dress. It would probably be uncomfortable to sleep in that but I would not touch his clothing without his permission.
I laid him down under the covers and got in bed next to him. He looked so peaceful!
I know what kind of an asshole my brother really is. When we were younger he always bossed me around,hit me and made me do horrible things. I remember one time he forced me to say something about one of the maids weight or he would cut up my favorite plush. I did. I said something not too mean but still hurtful to her about her weight and was of the verge of crying. I think she didn't take it serious because of it and asked me what was wrong. I only responded with a sorry and dashed out of the room. When I ran to my brother I saw my favorite plush cut in half on he floor and him with a small but sharp pocket knife in hand. I had cried myself to sleep that night and that was only one of the many times. I still have the plush. It never got stiched because I wasn't allowed to tell anyone about what he had done and now it would seem immature from a prince to want his plush stiched back together..

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