A trip to the past | Minsung

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[ Third Person Pov ]

       Soomin was mortified. Both her legs crossed together and her arms over her chest, that never fading frown sat on her features. As if gawking at the one addressed as her yaghonja wasn't enough, he had ordered for a couple of girls donning  sseugaechima to take her to the bathhouse— that wasn't entirely bad, but it was that smug look he had on when she got pulled away that riled the noirette.

Annoyed, Soomin sighed, watching as the girls lit more calming incense— they called themselves hanyeo and did something she didn't want.

Although, she couldn't lie that she liked how the sweet, minty fragence of incense enveloped her, transporting her into a state of serenity and calmness. It smelled like the gently summer day's breeze, it's aroma blocking out the anger that brew in her.

Now that Soomin had relaxed, her head clear, she couldn't help but wonder why she was receiving such treatment and why they referred to her with tiltles like majesty, gonju and that one she had forgotten.

“Psst,” she leaned forward, trying to gain the attention of the hanyeo closest to her.

The brown haired quickly scurried to where she sat, bowing a perfect ninety degree. “I will do my best to serve you, gonju,” she folded her arms, avoiding eye contact, as it was considered impolite to look directly at royalty.

Seeing the girl Infront of her, Soomin debated which question to ask first, several floated around her head, but judging how they were mainly silent, she didn't want to ask a question that would be hard to pull a retort. “Do you know where here is?” she decided to go with the location, it would be easier to escape and how to do so, if she knew how far away she was from home.

“Namgyeong. Jeonha.”

“Namgyeong,” Soomin repeated the word, it sounded so familiar yet so foreign. She couldn't think of where it was situated in the map, making her worry even more. “Okay. Do you know where Seoul is?”

“Seoul,” it was now the hanyeo's turn to repeat the key point. She slowly shook her head, having no familiarity with the word. “I'm sorry, Jeonha, but I don't know where Seoul is,” she blinked. “Is it a small village?”

“Nevermind,” there was no use, she could properly be a pawn in this ridiculous game too. The black haired fell back on the cushion, groaning loudly. An action that surprised the girls around her for they had never seen her so out of character.

It wasn't their place to speak, so they quickly rounded up their work, and left, leaving Soomin alone.

Peeking from her left eye, the ravenette made sure they were all gone before she rose to her feet, stretching loudly as she took in the room she had woken up from earlier.

The room was like a serene oasis, the hanji on the walls adorned in vibrant shades of pink and blue, the floor made of polished wood that shone like a still pond. She scoffed, noticing the symbol of wealth imprinted on the door.

The room was a masterclass of understated elegance, with a minimalist decor and subtle colour palette that seems to whisper not shout.

But she wasn't interested in praising or criticizing how extravagantly the room was, rather she wanted a way out.

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Correction; it was three months 😭

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