His maid and madness

Chapter 6

Y/N POV......

"Come and help me with my bath"

His voice reaching my ears I stood frozen, his gaze seemed to pierce through me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin crawl. I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do

- help him with his bath? It was unthinkable, a maid touching the king's bare skin? I was already trembling at the thought of being so close to him, let alone touching him.

"I'm sorry, my lord... how can I... help you?" I stuttered, my voice barely audible.

Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in annoyance. "I said what I said... You dare to dismiss my order?"

I knew I had to obey, or face the consequences. "No, my lord... I'll help you," I said, my voice shaking as I approached the bathtub.

As I reached for the sandalwood, my hand brushed against his back, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. It was as if I had touched a familiar stranger, someone I knew yet didn't know at all. My breath caught in my throat, and I began scrubbing his back, trying to focus on the task at hand.

But my mind was racing, my thoughts tangled in a web of fear and curiosity. What was I doing? why did it feel so... familiar?

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Taehyung's POV......

As she touched my back, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Her trembling hands scrubbed my skin with a gentle hesitance, as if she feared to hurt me. I closed my eyes, letting out a slow breath, and allowed myself to relax into her touch.

Her fear was palpable, and it only served to heighten my interest in her. I sensed a deep-seated innocence about her, a naivety that I found intriguing.

As she scrubbed my back, I couldn't help but notice the way her breath caught in her throat, the way her hands trembled. She was afraid of me, and yet, she touched me with a hesitant tenderness.

I opened my eyes, gazing up at her, and our eyes met. For a moment, time stood still. I saw something in her eyes, a spark of recognition, a glimmer of connection.

And then, she looked away, her cheeks flushing. I smirked to myself, intrigued by this little doll who seemed to be hiding secrets of her own.

"Deeper," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "Scrub harder."

Her hands hesitated, and then, she obeyed, her fingers digging deeper into my skin. I closed my eyes, letting out a slow moan, and allowed myself to succumb to her touch.

I asked her, my voice low and husky, "How long have you been working here?" The pause before her response was palpable, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

"My lord, it's been two days," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I came from my village... for my sister tiya."

I hummed, a low, menacing sound, my eyes still closed. "I see." The silence that followed was oppressive, a physical presence that pressed upon us both.

Then, I opened my eyes, and my gaze locked onto hers, burning with intensity. "Let me make one thing clear," I said, my voice dripping with dominance.

"If I lay my eyes on something I want, I will claim it. By any means necessary."

Her eyes widened, a flicker of fear dancing in their depths. She nodded, a hesitant, jerky motion. "Yes, my lord."

I dismissed her with a curt nod, my face a mask of indifference. "You may go to your room."