Seventeen imagines

#30 "Young masters"

#svtshortimagines (#30) (#Jun)

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I am standing on the floor made by marbles. All stair rails were ornate mahogany, carved and polished so that it shined.

Family portraits were painted in oils and it hung in gold frames. Furniture was all handmade by master craftsmen. Nothing ever got dirty.

The air was scented with fresh flowers every day of the year, yet I rarely seen a flower ever die or wilt.

Food was always perfect and served precisely.

Each room was as big as three bedroom apartment and came equipped with an intercom system in case someone should need to call for service.

This place looks like a palace for me.

A palace where I feel like a princess, but wearing a maid's clothes.

"Young master is here!" Miss Kim, the head butler shouted. "Stand in line!"

I ran, while still holding a glass of juice I need to deliver to someone, and stood in line along with the other maids.

Few seconds had passed before I saw Young master Junhui, the first son of Izhumi company.

He is wearing a loose black silk shirt, probably made from expensive materials. His blonde hair that had tousled griminess which promised finesse and his strong arched brows, it could be illegal.And then his eyes- they were deep, sharp, sexy and catastrophic.

And now that he is walking almost in front of me, this close, I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. He had distinct cheekbones and beautiful jaw while his skin made him look devilishly handsome and I am in awe.

He stopped right in front of me, tilted his  head and his eyes met mine. "Is that my juice?" he said, pointing the glass of juice I am holding.

This is not for him.

But what should I do? He is my master and I don't want him to feel down.

With my trembling hands, I gave it to him, heart is beating so fast and I swear I might die due to lack of air inside my lungs.

He is about to get it, however, stupidity came over me. I dropped the glass and accidentally poured it into his shirt.

I'm doomed.

"Oh! Sh*t! You idiot!" he shouted.

I closed my eyes, shoulders up and I am sure, the other maids and butlers are nervous just like me. What should I do?

I beg he won't hit me.

"I-Im sorry master, I'm sorry," I apologized. I tried to clean his tainted shirt but he yanked my hands away.

"Forget it," he sighed. Then he looked me from head to toe. "Are you..... new here?" his right brow raised.

"Oh yes master!" Ms. Kim, the head butler butted in. "She is, I am sorry I didn't train her well. It is my fault," she begged and gave me death glare.

It made me gulped and feel cold as ice.

"It's okay," Master Jun said, but this time, his tone was gentle. "Just bring her to my room," he added.

Room? W-Why should I?

I lifted my sight and looked at him. He is smirking.

Master Jun  started to walk again and left me confused.

"Idiot," Ms Kim said to me.

"I am sorry Miss Kim. I will clean this mess," I begged.

"Forget about that mess. Just go and follow him on the way to his room," she commanded.