Chapter 11. Breath-taking

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Hello readers, before reading this chapter, please read the previous one if you read that chapter on the same day of release, because I added some lines and scenes while also editing it. So if you guys missed it, please go through it again before reading this chapter.
Thank you

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"They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,

   In a Sieve they went to sea:

In spite of all their friends could say,

On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day,

   In a Sieve they went to sea!

And when the Sieve turned round and round,

And every one cried, ‘You’ll all be drowned!’

They called aloud, ‘Our Sieve ain’t big,

But we don’t care a button! we don’t care a fig!

   In a Sieve we’ll go to sea!’

      Far and few, far and few,

         Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

         And they went to sea in a Sieve."

 

Jimin recites the poem while staring at himself in the mirror with a mysterious smile on his beautiful face, on which some powder and blush were applied by Maria, his personal maid, who is now fixing some little shiny crystals on his soft curls of golden brown hair, which are tied in a low bun, while leaving some of the wavy hair strands to frame his face.


She is a nice stylist, Jimin was thinking and checking himself while turning his head from right to left, but a giggle from his personal maid took his attention, and he looked at her reflection, she was standing behind him, busy fixing his hair with so much concentration.


"What's so funny?" Jimin asked with a frown.


The maid looked at him through the reflection and said,


"Why are you singing this funny poem made for kids, my high omega?" Then again, she averted her gaze back to her work on his hair.


Jimin also starts looking at himself before answering her.


"This poetry is written by Edward Lear and it called Jumblies. Do you know what this poetry means, my dear?"


The smile from Maria's face slowly disappeared, and she looked at the high omega's reflection, who was staring at her with no expressions on his face.


"No, my high omega, I just heard teachers singing this poetry for little kids in the nursery," she reasoned hesitantly.


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