Young Servant

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In America, there were blue skies on a Tuesday, then snow on the following Wednesday so, for Taehyung, moving back to Korea where there was barely any snow in the winter, but still oddly cold for nothing to freeze over was very different.

Taehyung produced a soft sigh when he stood up, and walked out of the plane making his way to his apparent car was supposed to be parked out in the parking lot. When he made it outside, there were many people rushing out of their cars trying not to miss their flight, people rushing towards their lovers after being a way for a long time. A particular woman who caught his eye, there was an old lady standing in the middle of the crowed looking for someone. She quietly looked down at her watch and let out a small sigh, is what Taehyung guessed. He made his way over to the older lady with a small smile. "Are you waiting for someone?" Taehyung asked in english before sighing and spoke again, this time in the language meant. "Are you waiting for someone?" The old lady let out a "Ah" and replied with a nod. "I'm waiting on my grandson. He was suppose to be here an hour ago." She sighed once more and Taehyung hummed. "Maybe his flight got delayed and couldn't tell you." He reasoned and the lady nodded. "Maybe.." she whispered.

Taehyung stayed with her for another hour even though he was suppose to be at his new job. After another thirty minutes of the two talking, a tall male was stood in front of them and the lady looked doleful, irated, and relieved all at the same time. "I've been waiting for you!" was all Taehyung heard before he decided to take in the appearance of the other male. He had a dark brown color to his hair, his style rich, black leather jacket, white T-shirt, black ripped jeans, Timberland boots. The taller dressed way too well for his taste. "I'm twenty, I can handle myself." Taehyung heard the other say. Twenty? He asked himself. "I- I have to go now.. Ah, it was nice meeting you, miss." Taehyung bowed at the two of them before turning on his heel and left the two of them standing there. He sighed reading over the text message he got from the 'boss' of whatever it was called. Taehyung walked over to a man who was standing in front of a black handa and asked softly, "Um, are you Mr. Kim?" When the other nodded he almost let out a sigh of relief, but held it back. "I'm Kim Taehyung..." He spoke. Mr. Kim nodded again handing over the car keys and walked away not once saying a word to Taehyung making Taehyung feel self-conscious.

Unlocking the car, he got in, started the engine, and drove out of the airport parking lot. After a while of driving, he was in front of a big yet small house. It wasn't too big, it was big enough for three people two bathrooms, a nice sized living room and kitchen, as well as a basement. At least that's what Mr. Jeon had told him. Taehyung got out of the car after shutting everything off, and walked up to the door taking in a strong big breath, then knocked on the door almost forgetting to let the breath out. "Who is it?" A lady asked. "Ah- Kim.. Kim Taehyung." He answered shyly. What if this is the wrong house?! Stupid. He thought to himself. His thoughts were broken when he heard a click of the door and the old lady he had met at the airport came out. She knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. "You're Kim Taehyung?" She asked and Taehyung nodded. She smiled sweetly and opened the door more. "I'm glad I got to see you again Kim Taehyung. And i'm sure you're going to be an amazing servant for my dear grandson." At that, Kim Taehyung made the connection of the Tall dark brown headed male that was at the airport was her grandson. He blushed lightly, looking down at the ground. "Thank— Thank you.." He said and went into the house when asked.

"I was actually just about to leave. My grandson doesn't exactly like unexpected guests, but I am his loving grandmother so therefore, he can't reject." She said with playful bitterness towards her grandson's bedroom. At least, that's what Taehyung thought was to be the others bedroom. "I need to go now. I'll see you around, Taehyung. Make sure to keep that big baby out of trouble and make sure he eats at least two meals a day. He doesn't know basic household chores and he refuses to learn. That's why you're here. Either teach him, or do them. I doesn't matter." She smiled once again and then left the house, leaving Taehyung alone in the house, even though there was another person in the house, he felt alone. He looked at the time on his phone and sighed when he saw that it was 2:30 PM and made his way to the closed door. He raised his balled fist to the door to knock, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. He stood at the door for five minutes wondering if he should knock or not.

Taehyung heard the door click and froze before seeing the door swing open and there stood the tall male from the airport. "You again. Did my grandmother invite you back over? I thought the old hag left already." He groaned pushing Taehyung out of the way and walking into the kitchen for some reason that probably would only benefit the other. Taehyung followed behind him muttering a soft, "No.. I'm Kim Taehyung, your new servant.." He bowed to the other in a polite way, not forgetting his manners. The taller boy quickly turned around eyeing Taehyung up and down in thought, before snickering. "I told her I only wanted a servant if she was cute and you clearly are not a she or cute." He shrugged and began walking into the kitchen leaving a hurt and wide eyed Taehyung behind. I'm sorry... Taehyung thought with an external sigh and walked into the kitchen looking exactly like he did earlier that day. Calm. "In which room shall I be sleeping?" Taehyung asked and the older snickered again. "I'd rather you get your own apartment. I don't want you infecting my nice house more than needed." With that said Taehyung nodded and walked straight out of the kitchen and grabbed his bag. "I'll be here early tomorrow then." Taehyung spoke and then left. Where am I supposed to sleep now? He sighed looking around the outside. "Isn't a normal Seventeen year old suppose to be in high school doing homework and complaining about not getting enough sleep?" He asked himself aloud. "If so, then why am I stuck babysitting a twenty year old who can't take care of himself?" His hold on the straps of his backpack tightened the more he asked himself questions.