QT - To Womanhood & Back | BL [KV]

[02]

It was only when Taehyung was brought to the servants' quarter and put inside a tiny room that he huffed a breath of relief. The plot logic didn't force him to get a beating, that's a good start for his future plot changing adventures.

The room was small but warm; awfully white and beige. There was a single bedding, white in colour, a tiny desk by it with a full water bottle on top, also white in colour. The walls were beige and the window seal was, for some odd reason, painted baby blue.

"System... Are you there?"

"Yes, your Ghost Apostle assistant is here." The system verbally expressed itself as ghost apostle in a bold font and moved on, "You can just talk to me inside your head. Why are you speaking loudly? I don't understand."

"Generation gap."

"..."

Taehyung made himself at home on the bedded floor and continued with the plan he had previously forged, "System, since I just came back to this country, none of the acquaintances here has really seen me doing dumb stuffs, right?"

"Technically. If you minus your childhood friend, Mr Jung Hoseok."

"We can just kill him and there will be no witnesses."

The familiar concerns emerged in the system's database again, 'Had the host suffered any mental illness after the dimensional dive?'

"I'm kidding! You're always so serious."

"Your humour is rather lacking in depth."

Taehyung took the cork off the bottle, feeling thirsty.

"Anyway moving on. What I'm saying is, if I act like I'm a misunderstood character till the bitter end while doing good stuff, proving I'm actually a philanthropist or something, shouldn't I be able to create a whole another character setting for myself? Just take my acting from moments ago for example, when I was reprimanded and shamed, if I really were to be a stuck up brat like the 'rumors' say I am, wouldn't I have lashed out and screamed? Instead I'm taking it on like a champ, with a wronged face; like a shaking little willow flower, just thinking of the scene I want to shed a few tears of sympathy. Don't you think the male lead's heart will melt?"

"And this is your so called plan? Copying Chinese costume drama heroines?"

Taehyung cringed after tasting the old and dusty water on his tongue and put the bottle right back on the table. "You just lack the humane perspective I don't. Our people eat up this 'weak but stubborn' set like white rice, okay? Just watch me complete the mission with flying points..."

Apparently his weak but stubborn set did not prove to be much useful outside the television screen and he was stranded in this little room for the rest of the evening without any food or water. Well after night, around ten or eleven pm, the door was finally clicked open and a small guy with scrawny stature wearing a standard waiter outfit came inside. With his business poker face on, he invited Taehyung out to the room at the end of the hallway.

So we just ignore the fact that I was imprisoned inside the tiny cell for hours without any notice? Taehyung lamented silently while following the man out.

The servants quarter was just a small, one storey outhouse behind the Jeon mansion, designated for the stay in servants and drivers. The room at the end was the storehouse where all the uniforms and equipments were put. Taehyung was given two white button down shirts, a pair of black slacks and a tight, black waistcoat.

The guy temporally acting as his guide had a subtle mocking smile on his lips, hard to hide. Most likely too thrilled that a rich young master was going to be dragged down from his high horses to right by his side. Beside that, the idea that Taehyung's wealth was nothing compared to their master's could also play a role in his unfounded bouts of courage.