Seventeen imagines

#36 "Young Masters" (part 5)

#svtshortimagines #Jun (#36)

==

Behind the big mansion is a wide grass field. We sat above the grass flattened under the wind in beautiful shimmering waves, each blade turned momentarily to reflect brilliant sunlight. Each one was no more than a slim wand of green, yet together they danced in way that bought out my pain and let a little goodness in.

I looked at the man sitting beside me. He had the kind of face that can stop anyone's tracks. I guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. And that is what I am doing right now.

He was handsome alright, but inside he was not. For me, he is just an evil master toying me as his own servant. But I can't do anything. I am their maid, and I need to endure everything to make living. Even though, he almost sexually harassed me, days ago. This freaking handsome pervert!

"Can I ask you some favor?" He said with his eyes fixed above the indigo skies.

His voice, it filled with seriousness. When I observe his face, it is expressionless with no sign of feelings. It is new to me. I saw his pervert stare, his smirk, his tears, and now he is showing his another side to me. Without knowing, my heart is already thumping in loud beat. It was rare, to be honest. I hate this man so bad, yet, why am I feeling this over his expression? 

"What is it young master?"  I responded, with my hands on my knees.

He looked at me. His soft lips stretched into a smile but didn't quite reach his eyes. They were lit with sadness, and the forced expression of the contrary on his mouth.  It make my heart feel heavy.

For a few moments I stared at him, almost sure his expression mirrored mine.

"Forget everything. Ahmm, I am not sure if you can forget how I kissed you and almost rape you inside my room." He chuckled and stopped. "But yeah. I want you to forget what you've heard. About Minghao and I having different mother. And, I will appreciate if you won't see Minghao as a son of a maid. Just continue treating him they way you treat him before. Please?"

At first, I thought he hates his brother. After their fought each other yesterday, and even threw fists, I was sure he hates Master Minghao, but now, the way he asked me tells me he doesn't.

"How can a mere maid refuse her master's order? Your wish is my command," I said with full of respect.

He gently giggles and holds my legs. W-What is he doing? Is he being pervert again?!

"M-Master I--" I am about to protest. But I was surprised when he leaned down and lay his head on my lap.

Heat flushed on my cheeks, as I am sure that I blushed like a dead give-away!

"I have my father, and brother, but I don't feel I have my own family," he said.

I looked down and met his gaze. It was warm.

"I don't like my brother. But, if he will left me, then I won't have my own presence at all. I'll be nothing. Although, you knew how jerk I am, freak, stupid and idiot, I rather choose to be the villain than completely being invisible to my father's eyes," he continued.

I felt his hand, slowly holding my right hand. He lifted and observe it, and his fingers play with mine. His hand is soft, warm, a little bit seducing by the way he moves it little by little.

"This is my mom's fault. For marrying a guy who didn't love her at all," he said in crack voice. "But I miss her so bad. I miss of getting a real love from the person I cherish." Then he put my hand above his forehead and closed his eyes.

This man. He really can make me confuse.

"How about you? Tell something about your family," he whispered.

I don't know if it is right to share my story to him. But, although I am just a maid and he is my master, there is a part of me, as a human being, that I want to comfort his wounded heart.

"I don't know anything about my family, nor see them at all,". I shared. " I don't know who are my parents, my siblings or my own background. A lady who said she is my aunt adopted me. But she didn't like me at all and end up getting  abuse at the age of 7. So, I decided to live on my own. Studying? Nah. I forget about dreaming big. And then, I work here as your maid to continue living in this wicked world."

He removed my hand from his forehead, opened his eyes and looked at my eyes.

I am not sure, but I think his cheeks are burning red. Is he blushing?

"That was so sad," he mumbled and I felt his other hand caressing my cheek.

My eyes widen as I felt his thumb massaging my chin!

"Then, let's comfort each other," he said and let out a smile.

"How can we comfort eac--" I'm about to ask.

But his hand went on my nape. He bent me down, pulling me closer! And before I gather my thoughts, I felt his lips tasting mine.

This time, he didn't kiss me forcefully. Because, right now, WE ARE KISSING! 

I, a maid, is kissing his own master.