Lost in a Masquerade

11

Jimin woke up in his hotel room and stretched his arms, blinking blankly while remembering how Jessica slept while he read to her and didn't wake up. He had been sitting with her and it was only until later than midnight that he moved to his room. On one hand, he was happy that Jessica wasn't all that detrimental anymore, but he knew better than believing that the princess' head wasn't full of it.

The urge in him to go and check up on Jessica was superior to anything, but he couldn't show up in front of the royals without washing up and tidying himself, but it felt like a waste of time when Jimin wanted bigger fish to fry. 

Nonetheless, he rushed into the bathroom and showered.

Having his luggage in the hotel, he was pleased to pick up a dark green velvet shirt and black bell bottoms. 

Something said by the princess about the fragrance made him choose deliberately. Opening a lid of the rose scent that he had distilled himself, he applied it over his wrists, a little dab on the neck, and some over his shirt.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

With heartbeats skyrocketing, Jimin lurked towards the door and his hands pried it open, he saw a woman in simple light green Tulle dress . "P-princess, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Jessica surveyed the man and didn't say anything. Jimin felt like his mind turned numb as he couldn't come up with anything else to supply. Jessica waltzed past him into his room when the latter smiled at the ground. "Did you eat?"

"Not yet, my princess."

"For a stranger, you know an awful lot about me, Park Jimin, yet you are persevering in your efforts to not drop the formalities. Why don't you just call me 'princess' or 'Jessica', hm?" Jessica asked, now falling on the bed to see Jimin turning around on his feet that were bare.

"I wouldn't dare," Jimin shook his head in the slightest with eyes suddenly dropping to the ground.

"There you go acting like you haven't already broken the rules, Park Jimin. Should I call you Oppa?" Jessica smirked, enjoying how the older male was turning red, an eclectic sight.

"I should never," Jimin replied yet cautiously. "You can refer to me by anything you prefer."

"I get it," Jessica sat up rashly with a tiresome sigh. "You are only here because you have vowed your service to the king, which, in turn...exceeds the offer to me, the crown princess."

"Anything you have in mind, my princess. Should I get you food?"

"You have spoken out of your turn again," Jessica intoned in her clear and authoritative voice.

"I apologize," Jimin was quick to add.

Hearing the mechanical response, Jessica groaned. "Can you at least behave like a friend to me, even if you are a chartered one?"

Jimin now smiled, slowly taking his steps towards the bed that stopped three feet apart. He did agree to help the king out, but he went out of the way only for Jessica. This wasn't a paid stint for him, he was enticed by Jessica, not that he would tell. "What do you need me to do, princess?"