Butler | Namjin ✓

Four

NAMJOON

I can't believe it. I'm the butler for Korea's richest people.

I'm gonna die.

And now I'm meeting the husband. I can tell Mrs. Kim already hates me, so I'm doomed if I screw this up with Mr. Kim.

"He is waiting for you." Mrs. Kim said, stopping me in front of yet another set of large oak doors. I straightened my clothes and patted down my hair as Mrs. Kim pushed open the doors, revealing a man sitting in a very fancy armchair.

"Hello, Mr. Kim, I'm Kim Namjoon," I introduced again, bowing. Not a single muscle moved in his face.

"It's Sir Kim to you." he corrected, his loud voice echoing around the large room. "So, you're the new butler?"

"Yes, I am, sir," I gulped. He handed me a list, which I just stared at.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked coldly. "Get on with your chores. And do not go in any of the rooms upstairs except your own unless you wish to be severely punished."

The list was seemingly endless, chores and tasks written all the way down to the last inch of paper.

"Yes sir, sorry sir," I quickly apologized, turned on my heel, and walked out as my face burned.

"Follow me," Mrs. Kim said the second I stepped out the door. She led me upstairs, past several doors, until we came to a halt at the end of the hallway. She turned the rusty doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing a small, dingy room with a mattress and pillow.

"You'll be sleeping here," she stated. I could feel her eyes on the back of my head as I watched a family of spiders crawl around on the roof. The room was very poorly lit, but at least it had a bed. Sort of.

She went downstairs, leaving me to do my chores. I also left and wandered down the hallway.

I found a random room upstairs and closed myself in it, pulling out my phone and using my last 1% of battery to text Taehyung.

Lil Bro

N: i'm so so sorry tae but I can't come back for
a while. i found a job
as a butler for some rich
people, so i promise to
make lots of money
for the both of us.
please take care of
yourself and stay out
of trouble. i love you,
stay safe buddy.

Sent at 8:57 AM

My phone died right after I pressed the send button, so I really hope Taehyung will get it. What'll happen if he doesn't? How will he know that I'm not coming back for who knows how long?

The sound of a door closing jerked me out of my thoughts. It was really quiet, but I'm pretty sure I heard it coming from somewhere around me...

I didn't actually take the time to see where I was when I came in, as I was distracted with my phone. I think I'm in a bedroom, since there's a huge pink bed in the middle of the room. It kind of reminds me of one of those princess bedrooms you'd see in a movie. There's no way this room belongs to Mr or Mrs. Kim and they don't have kids, so it's probably just a guest room. But who would make a guest room this fancy?

Creeeak.

READER

Namjoon's head whipped around at the direction of the noise. It came from the other side of yet another door that connected to the bedroom. He knew that Mr. Kim told him to stay out of the upstairs bedrooms, but he was already there so why not check it out?