Her big, sparkling brown eyes were filled with excitement as she darted through the opulent corridors,searching for the perfect escape route. The sound of her maids' footsteps grew closer and closer as she raced towards her favorite hiding spot—the serene garden that lay closest to her heart.
In the blink of an eye, she took a sharp turn, sprinting towards the garden with remarkable speed.However, her lack of attention and inability to control her velocity led to an unexpected collision. With are sounding "thump," she crashed into the unsuspecting stranger, causing her to tumble to the ground."Owiee," she winced, feeling the sting of the impact. The stranger, a paragon of kindness, extended a gentle voice laced with concern, despite being completely faultless. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice resonating with genuine worry. Gazing up at him with doe-like eyes, she muttered,"I'm fine," her pout evident.
The stranger possessed a head of raven-like, fluffy hair, lending him an air of playfulness and mischief.His pale, milky-white skin contrasted against his sharp, cat-like black eyes and long, fluttering lashes. A small smile graced his thin lips, revealing an elegant charm. Though no older than eleven, his black shirt neatly tucked into his impeccably tailored pants and a coat adorned with silver embroidery and chains,he exuded an aura of high status. Every inch of him spoke of refinement and privilege.
In contrast, Jimin stood before him, wearing a disheveled blue dress now tarnished with mud. Her hair resembled a bird's nest, adorned with a few stray leaves, and dirt smeared across one side of her face.Her small hands were soiled, and she stood barefooted, presenting a stark contrast to the boy's pristine appearance. In this moment, she seemed more like a street urchin than a princess.
The boy graciously helped her to her feet as she dusted off her dress. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with sweetness and gratitude, causing his heart to melt at her irresistible charm. "You're welcome,"he responded with a warm smile, captivated by her presence. "By the way, my name is Jimin," she introduced herself. "And you?" Curiosity danced in her eyes as she eagerly awaited his response.
"Hello, Jimin. I am Min Yoongi," he greeted her, his smile growing in response to her innocence and sincerity
"I should get going," she suddenly declared, causing a hint of disappointment to flicker across Yoongi's face.He yearned to know more about this enchanting girl. "If anyone asks if you've seen me, please say no,okay?" Her eyes, wide and pleading, silently begged him to grant this small favor. "Alright," he replied hesitantly, unsure of the reasons behind her request. "Thank you," she beamed, her smile radiating brightness. "Bye-bye!" With that, she darted past him, disappearing around the next corner.
"She's absolutely adorable," Yoongi chuckled to himself, his mind still captivated by his encounter with the little girl. Continuing on his way, he couldn't help but wonder about her mischievous nature."Excuse me, young sir," a maid in her late thirties interrupted his thoughts, her voice tinged with panic. "Have you seen our princess?" she asked, her words carrying a sense of urgency.
"Princess?" Yoongi tilted his head, momentarily perplexed. "Yes, Princess Jimin. She's around six years old, with brown hair and brown eyes," the maid described. Suddenly, realization struck Yoongi, and he found himself unable to conceal a smile. "Ah, yes. I saw a little girl running in that direction," he gestured in the opposite direction from where she had disappeared. "Thank you, young sir," the maid expressed her gratitude, bowing deeply before hurrying off, muttering under her breath. "Our princess truly is an adorable troublemaker," Yoongi mused, a hint of amusement lacing his thoughts as he continued on his way.
In the tranquility of the flower garden, Jimin sat amid a picturesque landscape. White and purple flowers adorned the surroundings, creating a tapestry of natural beauty. Her eyes widened with concentration,her tongue playfully peeking out from the corner of her mouth as she worked diligently. Her small fingers deftly wove the delicate blooms together, meticulously crafting a beautiful flower crown. Beside her lay two completed flower crowns, testaments to her dexterity and creativity.
"There you are, Princess," Yuna, her trusted maid, finally located the mischievous little girl after an hour of searching. "Yuu~," Jimin greeted her with a radiant smile, proudly showcasing her handiwork. "These are so beautiful, Princess," Yuna complimented her, her words laced with genuine admiration, eliciting an even wider grin from Jimin. Yuna, having been bestowed with a love akin to that of a mother's since Jimin's birth, held a special place in her heart, and the princess reciprocated this affection whole heartedly. Their bond was one of love and adoration, with Yuna cherishing Jimin as if she were her own daughter.
"Princess, we must return and prepare. The Queen Mother has invited you for tea. Do you remember?"Yuna gently reminded her, her voice filled with warmth. "Surely, you wouldn't want to present yourself covered in mud, would you?" she asked, her words soft and gentle. "No, I want to look pretty," Jimin responded, her determination shining through. "But you are already so beautiful, my little princess. Let us dress you in a splendid gown to make you even more radiant, shall we?" Yuna's words brought forth a smile from Jimin, her eyes lighting up with delight. "Oki~," she sang happily as she rose from the grass.
"Yuyu, come down," Jimin requested, her voice filled with innocence and trust. Yuna gracefully bowed to her level. "For you," the little girl said, beaming with joy as she placed a crown woven from white flowers upon Yuna's head. "Thank you, sweetie," Yuna replied, her smile warm and maternal. Jimin closed her eyes, basking in the tender love that radiated from this gesture. "Yay... I'm going to be pretty," she exclaimed, skipping towards her chamber, holding the two additional flower crowns in her hands. Yuna followed behind, her heart filled with amusement at the princess's endearing and playful antics.
