Illusion || VMin

32- Born

Jimin's POV

Kookie was always a mystery to me. An orphan who met the prince by chance and was taken in to serve him. He was the proof of the prince's kindness and soft heart, but it arose many questions. Never had I imagined, he would be opened to answer me, nor he would cry in my arms.

He was in pain without realizing it. I wanted to help, but all I could do was just embrace him. I hoped it was enough to heal his heart. Abandoned at childhood, it must've hit him hard that he didn't want to believe the truth.

I felt sorry. Maybe, I should've remained silent. Mayb-

You did the right thing! Remember, facing is the first step. The other part of me spoke to me, making me press my lips. She was right. We both knew because I read many books, wasn't that how I knew the problem right away unlike him?

I brushed his bangs and backed away to look at him. He was sniffing, but one couldn't deny, he seemed calmer. I took a tissue and gave it to him.

"I'll go the bathroom better," he said in between his sniffs and went there as I nodded and let him be. However, I knew going in there meant crying more. I was there a lot, so I followed him.

He looked at me through the mirror and smirked, "You shouldn't be with me, my princess."

"Well, Taehyung doesn't get jealous of you, and I am helping a friend here," I crossed my arms.

"We aren't friends. For th-"

"Yeah, sure. You cried in my embrace for the prince. Got it," I eye rolled, but I found water splashed on my face followed by a 'shut up' by him.

For a second, I felt like time stopped. Again, Kookie was being plain rude to me, and of course I could do nothing except leave him alone, but I was wrong. The moment, I looked at the mirror, I could see his red face, making me burst out laughing at him.

"Shut up, please," he said once again while washing away his tears. I approached as he finished, and I raised my hand fixing his bangs. He kept staring at me, so I titled my head, "What?"

"N-Nothing," he pushed my hand away, making me glance at the mirror for a second to find her mouthing 'Make up.'

I paused and quickly directed my face at the mirror to get a better picture of myself. The makeup was ruined. I cried and water was splashed on me. I face palmed.

"What's wrong?" the culprit inquired.

"The makeup. I need to re-do it." I scoffed and started washing my face.

"No one visits anyway," he blurted.

I froze in place. Taehyung stopped visiting the day his father asked for a grandchild. It was obvious why. He could remember I was a man, and he didn't want that. No matter how hard I try to make him forget it would be impossible as long as I had to act pregnant.

For 4 months, he hadn't visited. I kept waiting for him, but I could understand. He wants her not me.

"I-I am good at applying makeup. Let me fix it," Kookie gave me a soft smile as I nodded at him.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to him. Maybe the only thing I loved about being a woman was this part where I just close my eyes and let someone do my makeup. It was a great feeling.

"Done." He said after a couple of minutes.

I opened my eyes and clapped for his work, but he didn't react. He just stared at me, so I finally understood why he stared at me then and now.

Flipping my hair, I chirped, "Beautiful, ain't I?"

The man coughed as I walked past him, saying, "Well, your master couldn't resist. Of course, you can't too."