𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝

2.𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭

the whole place seems to be in slow motion, everything, and everyone, somehow pleasant yet a bit uncomfortable, makes sense since the palace itself only has a few windows altogether and is tinted chiefly, making it impossible for the sunlight to reach into the place

the whole air surrounding it seems dense like someone is slowly taking away all the oxygen slowly out of me

but what makes this enchanting place much more elevating is the large portrait, covered up with this black silk cloth

the last week since I came here, these sudden thoughts keep running in my mind, just to pull down the cloth and see who it is of

no one goes near the thing, no one is allowed to clean it, it just sits there, as if longing to be out, longing to be seen...

I try my best to suppress my curiosity because if I let it out of hand, I'm sure enough to be out on the streets looking for another job

i try tiptoeing everywhere i go, because even a little sound of breath i take in and out is being carried throughout the hallway

as I get to cleaning the floors with my dirty hands going in and out into the murky water bucket to drench out the excess water, I hear muttering at the end of the hallway

I look back to notice two maids whispering to each other as they stare intensely in my direction, I smile at them, but when they realize I've noticed them, they quickly walk away 

it's always like that, no one talks to me, but at the same time, so many people here look at me as if they're surprised to see me

it's pretty unsettling but I've kinda gotten used to it even though its been only a short while

I finish cleaning the floor, as I get up on my feet, I can feel my back ach in pain, this whole hallway is the size of the market street I go to get groceries

i go down again the same stairs which spread on either side and in between the portrait is hung

i keep looking back at the black silk cloth while going down, my eyes keep getting dragged in its direction, somehow without realizing i bump into a figure, i look in front to the bulky chest that blocks me from moving any forward

y/n: master taehyung

he's dressed casually in track pants and a grey sweatshirt, he stare into my eyes with his dark brown eyes

taehyung: ae- y/n, what are you doing up here, isn't it lunchtime for the maids

y/n: ah-um well is that so...i totally lost track of the time, hehe well the hallway is pretty long

i laugh it away with a simple smile, but when i look at taehyung, he looks as if he's pained, i could see his whole body trembling

y/n: master are you ok...

he blinks to realization 

taehyung: huh-yeah....I am.....'smile'

he smiles awkwardly but I could see he was trying hard to not look sad

y/n: well ill get going then

as I walk past his heavy aura, warmth wraps itself around my wrist, i look back at taehyung who seemed like he was in pain mentally and physically 

y/n: master...

he falls down on his knees, still holding onto my wrist 

taehyung: ugh!

y/n: MASTER TAEHYUNG!

i bent down to him, slowly patting his back, but he falls on my lap abruptly, he was taking deep breaths, in fear i scream out for help

in a flash of a second so many servants came running, they all looked at taehyung who looked like he was about to die

as a male servant tries to pick him up, taehyung caresses my cheek and calls out the name

taehyung: aeri.....

he smiles at me wrily, i don't know but i somehow i feel like a heavy rock was holding me down from moving from my place

I was only bought back to reality when a maid nudges my shoulder

????: u ok.

y/n: y-yeah, yes

????: im jisoo, you?

y/n: im y/n

jisoo: well nice to meet you y/n, shall we get going then 

y/n: yes

i nod at her, and head back to the kitchen

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i was in jugkooks office room, cleaning his desk, he usually is back very late so i don't get to meet him that often

as i was cleaning under the desk, there was a photo that dragged itself out as i broomed

it was jungkook smiling and taehyung pleasantly looking straight and in between there was a girl, I couldn't make her face out, it was scribbled on top, but somehow she was familiar

I picked it up quickly as there was a sudden noise from the door, jungkook slowly walks in looking exhausted 

i bent down to greet him, but he doesn't say anything other than just gaze into my eyes, i look away in a fluster 

i move forward to him to hand him the picture i found, as i put out the piece of paper to him, he looks at me and then to the picture in my hands, his eyes become dull as soon he looked at him

he slowly takes it away

jungkook: i thought i lost it two weeks ago, where did you get this

y/n: under your desk master, I was cleaning

he doesn't reply, he keeps looking at the scribbled face in the picture, he looks just like taehyung a while ago...pained

wait, i should tell him about taehyungs condition

y/n: master um....master taehyung-

jungkook: don't talk about him with me!

he spoke loudly

y/n: no he-

jungkook: I TOLD YO-

y/n: he fainted!

jungkook becomes stiff for a second and lets out a sigh

jungkook: 'sigh' that guy, again....

again? is something wrong with taehyung

jungkook: that guy has panic attacks now and then...

y/n: o-oh, is he-

he gets up making a loud sound

jungkook: WHY ARE YOU CONCERNED ABOUT HIM!

i tremble to his loud words, i look down in fear

y/n: I'm sorry, i crossed the line

jungkook: just shut up and stand there, don't make a noise

y/n: yes sir.

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