Seventeen imagines

#39 "Young Masters" (part 7)

#shortimagines #Minghao (#39)

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There are four things inside his room that got my attention: the flowers in the vases beside the window; his small size bed; a coffee maker; and the white and black painted walls.

"Sit comfortably," he offered, leading me to his sofa.

"M-Master. I can't sit on your sofa. A maid like me can't accept your offer." I bowed to show my respect.

"This is the first time I let a maid come inside my room," he said.

My eyes widen by that fact. So the rumor was true! He never let any maids inside his room! Then why did he let me in?

"I invited you here, not as our maid, but as a friend. Aren't we?" He added with his sweet voice.

I took a glanced at him with hesitation before I sat down.

Are we friends?

He saved me, he treated me well and he accepted my gift warmly. Is that what friends are for? Or is it only me who saw him as a man and secretly has one-sided crush on him?

Stupid me!  A maid liking his master? That is a great sin!

"M-Master, what do you need from--?"

"Minghao."

"Hmmm?"

"Just call me Minghao. Since we are friends and no one is looking," he said with his own sweet eyes.

I could just imagine the sparks inside my brain, desperately trying to connect the dots and instead just causing a short circuit. I may look like a pop-eyed toy from one of those claw machines at the fun fair. Perfectly undescribable feeling.

"But Maste-" I declined but he shut me with a husky...

"Shssssh," sounds from his lips while his index finger is pressed on it.

What the... That was so sexy!

"Call me, Minghao," he asked in low tone.

His voice had the lilt I just know- his words soft with the smile that already played on his face.

We both gazed in each others eyes longingly; not a word spoken by either of us. I was lost within the breathless paradise of his dreamy eyes. Until my lips opened and I uttered the word he wanted to hear.

"Minghao."

And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

After a few coughs, he started to talk. "Anyway, the reason why I want to speak with you is about my brother."

Junhui.

He wants to talk about Master Junhui. Just hearing his name made my lungs locked into a briny air.

"Please. Stay away from him."

Something flashed beneath the surface of his hardened expression and I hurried to investigate the sudden shift.

"Do you think he approached you with romantic reasons? No. He is not like that," he continued. "I heard your conversation with butler Seungkwan. He said he saw you and Junhui kissing each other. I was afraid, afraid that it will hurt you. The real thing is..."

Master Minghao started to tell me what happened a week ago.

[Flashback=

Junhui and I  are sitting at the living room, drinking some tea. Then, we saw a woman with her maid costume, that was you.

"Wow. A pretty maid. Just my type," Jun said while staring at you from afar.

"I never expect you to take an interest to our maids. Just go to some bars and get girls."

"No. I want that maid," Jun said and pointed you. "She looks so nice. She reminded me of someone. Someone like your..." He tilted his head and looked at me. "Your mom."

I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth as I am preventing myself from exploding. I looked at you. And without knowing, I thought he was right. You have those sweet smile, a warm aura and eyes I couldn't stop from staring.

"Stop Junhui. Don't bother that girl," I warned him.

"Why? Are you afraid I will be like our father? Our father who flirts with our maid? Oops, I mean your mom?" He even smirked.

"Damn you." I took a sip to my tea and calmed myself.

"Do you think I can't seduce our maid? I can do that. Wanna make a bet?"

"Shut up. I don't make a bet with your childishness."

His smile fade away, as I saw how serious he was. "Watch me. I will show you, how can I make that maid fall for me. And how hurt she will be, just like your mom, Minghao." ] end of Minghao story.

Master Junhui is ... Is... He approached me like I am his toy. He is not sincere. He made a fool out of me. He... He... He is a jerk, a demon! A guy who kissed me, who made my heart fluttered and someone who made me cry just thinking about him!

Once again my emotions turn jagged and my insides tight. I feel like a child, asking to be sooth and a hug, even if it is just a words.

Hot tears falling fast and thick onto my dress. I feel the wetness of my skin and each drop as it emerges from open eyes.

There is a silence to my soul. I feel the chill in my blood, coldness bringing the synapses of my brain to a stand still. Some part of it tells me to sit up and walks away to hide my tears. But another part of it tells me to protect my lowly life, and it won.

I clenched my fists, before I shouted, "why are you doing this to me?! I know I am just a maid! But to play with a person heart, t-that was so wick! Did you show me some kindness because of that bet?! I thought you are--- are--- "

"H-Hey, I am sorry. I-I didn't know you will.. I mean. Sorry, " he apologized and stood up to walk towards me.

But I stood up. "I will go Master Minghao."

I turned my head away to hide my tears and pointed towards the door, barely holding back my tears.

"That's why!" He shouted.

Before I looked back, I felt his hand on my wrist. He pulled me closer to his, wrapping his arms around me. He surrounded me a warm embrace and I could feel the world around me melt away as he squeezed me.

Eyes widen, I tried to push him away!

But he clasped onto me so tight,with a slow and luxurious hug. His chests rising and falling against mine, our breaths in unison, and there's warm blood that I could feel in his embrace.

"That's why, I am here," he whispered. " I'll promise, that I will protect you. I won't let you get hurt. Trust me. Please."

He slightly pulled his head back and stared at my wet eyes.

Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to my  hip. It settled there and pulled me closer.

I inhaled sharply. I was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. I splayed my hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead he made it left there.

His breathing quickened as did mine. I urged myself to push him away, but my limp body began to tremble uncontrollably.

His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to mine. 

What will he do?

What will... Am I gonna do?!

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