Slave to a Vampire (BTS Jimin)

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Your P.O.V:

I wake up to Ms. Eunyoung gently shaking my shoulder, but I refuse to open my eyes.

"Wake up y/n dear. I have work for you today, if you feel up to it." She says softly to me while I groan, not wanting to get up.

A few seconds pass and I let out a heavy sigh. "Okay." Is all I manage to croak with a sleepy voice.

Ms. Eunyoung then leaves me alone and goes around the room, waking everybody else up. Finally I open my eyes, but only just a tiny bit where I can just barely see everything in front of me.

The room becomes bright when the curtains open allowing the bright sun rays to enter the room and warm everything up.

I slowly sit up on the bed and stretch while yawning, trying to wake up and get rid of any stiffness. As you can see, I'm not much of a morning person.

While rubbing my face with both hands to get rid of the fatigue, Sarin approaches me as per usual.

"Good morning y/n!" She chirps in her normal bubbly and happy voice.

"Good morning Sarin." I greet back while giving her a friendly smile.

"I figured you might need help to clean yourself up seeming that you can't be up and about doing your own thing for a while longer."

"Your help is greatly appreciated." I give her a wide smile. She then brings my wheelchair closer to me and I slide out of bed and into the wheelchair. We then make our way to the bathroom to do our morning routine.

*** time skip ***

"Y/n, I'm leaving you in the kitchen today. So that means you'll help cook, set the table, collect dirty dishes and wash them, dry thwm and pack them away wherever you can. When you're done and want to do more chores just wait for further instructions." Ms. Eunyoung says when we are all in the dining room, surrounding her and waiting for her instructions.

"Yes Ms. Eunyoung ma'am!" I exclaim playfully while giving her a salute.

Everybody let's out a little chuckle before paying their attention back to a smiling Ms. Eunyoung.

I make my way to the kitchen and enter. Bodies rush passed me trying to get things done in a hurry. I go to a corner in the kitchen where I won't get in the way of the others, but then a voice calls out to me.

"Excuse me, are you y/n?" I look to where the voice came from to see a woman possibly in her 40's. Her hair is slightly greying and wrinkles are beginning to form in her face, but are hardly noticeable unless you look close enough.

"Yes ma'am. Is there anything I can do to help?" I ask her.

"Yes. I need you so stand in front of the stove and stir the food in the pots to make sure that they don't burn. Feel free to add any seasoning that you think is necessary."

I give a nod and make my way to the stove. Everything is too high for me to do stuff while sitting down, so I'm going to have to stand.

I get up carefully, so that my wound won't reopen, and push my wheelchair out of the way but not too far away from me. I then begin to stir the food in the pots. I add basic seasoning to the food and taste it. It tastes good enough.

The food gets checked by the elderly lady and she gives the thumbs up, indicating that the food can be plated and served.

I go back to my wheelchair and sit before making my way to the plating station. I await my instuctions by the counter where the plates are.

A girl who was helping with the plating of the food gave me a plate full of food and gives me my instruction with a friendly smile on her face.

"You can take this to the dining table."