Butler | Namjin ✓

Three

NAMJOON

I've failed as an older brother.

I got turned down twice so far. How was I supposed to support Taehyung without money?

We probably had around twelve dollars total, which was enough to buy us a bit of food when we ran out. I continued walking around the streets, then a car pulled up behind me.

"Hey there, pretty boy," the man in the car catcalled. "Wanna hop in for a ride? I can take you anywhere."

I didn't reply, I just sped up my walk.

"C'mon, pretty boy!" he yelled after me. I heard the car door slam, and I knew that he got out. I started to run but he caught up quickly, harshly grabbing my wrist.

"Don't ignore me, baby," he hissed, grabbing my waist roughly. His face and body was covered in tattoos, and his breath reeked of tobacco.

Though I didn't look it since I was wearing a baggy sweater, I was very strong. Much stronger than him, anyways.

I punched him in the face with my free hand and kicked him in the balls as he stumbled backwards, making him crumple to the ground.

"Don't fucking touch me," I growled, kicking his shins as he repeatedly yelped. This guy looked tough, but he was a wimp in reality. I walked off, leaving him sobbing on the ground.

I leaned against the wall to catch my breath from beating up a grown ass man when I saw another "hiring" poster on the local library's door. This was my last chance for today.

I pushed through the door and I immediately made eye contact with a stern looking lady. She was sitting at the front desk, glaring at me over the top of her eyeglasses.

"Erm, hello, ma'am," I greeted, bowing slightly. "I saw a sign that you were hiring?"

"You seem to be unfit for the job." she stated rather harshly, still glaring at me.

That was the third time today that I've been told that. Was there something wrong with me? Was it the cuts and bruises all over my body? Was it my lack of hygiene from living on the streets? I opened my mouth, but shut it quickly afterwards, changing my mind. I was about to ask why I'm not fit for the job, but then decided I didn't want to know.

"However," she continued when I didn't say anything, "I do know someone who's in need of a butler."

"A butler?" I asked, confused.

"Did I stutter?"

"No ma'am, sorry." I quickly apologized, my face turning red.

"As I was saying," she continued again, annoyed. "They need someone to help around the house. Are you capable of that?"

"Yes, ma'am," I gulped. "Where can I find them?"

"Let my assistant Jimin show you." she answered. She clapped twice in the air and an orange-haired boy came over immediately.

"Yes, Mrs. Lee?" he asked, almost nervously.

"Show this man where he can find their house, and tell them I sent you." she demanded. Jimin nodded and quickly walked out of the shop, leaving me to follow along.

I bowed quickly then ran after who I assumed was Jimin. I heard him let out a breath once we were out.

"God, I hate that lady," he muttered to himself, then his eyes widened. "Please don't tell anyone I said that!"

"Don't worry, I won't," I reassured, even though I was a bit confused. "Erm, why do you hate her exactly?"

Jimin ignored me and just kept walking, wringing his hands and looking back and forth down the street. I took that as a sign that he didn't want to talk about it.

We walked in awkward silence for about 15 minutes before arriving at a huge mansion. It was white, and at least three stories high, with large oak doors and a massive balcony, along with smaller ones. It was a very private and hidden spot, with neatly organized trees lining the front. My jaw dropped at the sight.

Jimin, however, didn't seem impressed. He just seemed downright scared. He mopped his slightly sweaty forehead with his jacket sleeve.

"Uhm, are you okay?" I asked as we approached the front door. Jimin sniffled a bit, but nodded. He took the large brass knocker with shaking hands and banged it against the door three times.

Ten seconds later, we were met with an incredibly mean and wealthy looking lady. She stared down at Jimin, ignoring my existence completely.

"What do you want, Park?" she asked coldly.

"Mrs. Lee f-found you your butler," Jimin replied, shaking. The lady slowly turned to look at me.

She looked me up and down with a hint of disgust. "What is your name, boy?"

"I'm Kim Namjoon, ma'am," I introduced, bowing. Her expression didn't change.

"You shall call me Mrs. Kim." she ordered. My eyes widened in shock. The Mrs. Kim? As in the woman who partly owns Kim Incorporations, AKA the richest lady in Korea?!

"Go now, Park," she said to Jimin. "Come in, boy. Meet my husband."

Jimin gulped and looked at me as if I were on my death bed.

"Good luck."