"You look ravishing"
"M-my lord-"
"Be a good boy Tae"
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He was nobody.
They were princes.
He was there to please
They took advantage of him.
He was not destined for anything.
They were destined to rule a country...
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The silk clothes, the golden decorations, the servants running around to please.
There was always something about living in the castle that I loved, even if I wasn't even royal.
I wasn't a royal by any means. My father, the father of my father, and his father before him, they had all worked in this castle, as servants.
Now, I was the servant for the prince, a man only a little older than myself, but far above me in means of status. I was nothing, Kim Namjoon was a prince.
We were worlds apart, yet, as I worked to dress the prince, we were so close. My fingertips touched the prince's smooth skin, my palms gliding over the man's smooth chest as I removed any visible creases.
When I was done tying the leather laces of Namjoon's boots, I bowed and moved aside to let the prince examine himself in the large with gold decorated mirror. The prince gave me a small and walked out without saying anything. His smile was enough to let me know he was satisfied.
I could only sigh in relief, remembering the days clearly that I had dressed the man in four different outfits before Namjoon was satisfied. I had been so incredibly annoyed, but my face remained black and emotionless, like my father had properly taught me.
I cleaned and corrected anything that was out of place in the prince's chambers, the messy bedsheets were now replaced with clean new ones. I ran a hand over the soft silken sheets.
How I wanted to lay there, sleep comfortably instead of barely sleeping. The servant's quarters were always filled with the noise of Jimin's snores, another servant, who served Namjoon's younger brother, Jungkook.
But I had to shake myself out of my thoughts, moving away from the perfectly laid bed and glancing around the room one last time.
Everything was perfect.
I smiled in satisfaction and walked out of the room, walking through the halls in a quick pace. I slipped into the gathering room quietly, standing behind Namjoon, who was sitting besides the king. There was a feast going on, one of many.
I had always disliked royal parties, they were loud. The food looked absolutely delicious, but I wasn't allowed to eat anything of it.
Instead I stood against the wall, ready to pour my master another glass of expensive port, deep red and a smell oh so sweet.
As soon as the glass was empty, it would be refilled. When the bottle was empty, I would recieve a new one from another servant. Namjoon could drink a lot, without actually getting drunk. But I couldn't help but worry for his health, surely drinking that much couldn't be good, right?
It didn't matter, it's not like I had a say in the whole ordeal. The only thing I could do was refill and be silent.
I saw Jungkook glance at me from the corner of my eye. He smirked at me before continuing to drink.
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Okay, so this will be a relatively short story with lots and lots of smut in it...and of course some angdt, cause after all, It's me we're talking about. There's gonna be Taejoon,Taemin,Taekook,Taeminkook And maybe even some more ships.
