My Prince

The prince

Jimin awoke to a loud banging on the door of his small room "wake up!" Came the harsh voice of one of the higher ranking servants "Prince Taehyung returns today and for some reason, your lazy ass was chosen to attend to his needs" continued the servant who Jimin now remembered was called Wooyoung.

"I'm coming, I'll be out in a minute, " he called out in a groggy, sleep-deprived voice "you have five minutes!" Yelled Wooyoung before his footsteps could be heard retreating down the stone passageway.

Jimin stood up and hissed when his feet came into contact with the cold ground "fuck it's cold, " he whispered to himself and walked over to his small chest of clothes.

He was confused as to why had been chosen to attend to the Prince once he arrived, he had never met Prince Taehyung, only caught glimpses of him in the hallways or at feasts where Jimin always served wine.

Quickly he finished changing and slipped out of his room, bright sunlight filtered through the high windows and came down to shine in his eyes, causing Jimin to let out a low whine and hurry towards the palace kitchens.

When he entered the bustling kitchen, he was immediately met with the smell of cooking and the yelling voice of Jin, one of the many chefs in the large, overcrowded room "Jin!" he called out, his voice barely loud enough above the rattling, banging and yelling of the workers.

Jin looked up and smiled brightly at him "Jimin, I heard you're going to be serving the Prince, " he said as he brushed the flour off his hands and onto the already floury floor "yeah, Wooyoung told me this morning. I'm not sure why I would be chosen" He answered with a shrug, "they probably didn't choose you specifically, they just chose a random servant and decided it was good enough" Jin explained.

"Yeah, that makes sense" Jimin agreed as he started to sink into his thoughts: wondering if he would be a good servant for the Prince, If he would mess up. He was brought out of his thoughts when Jin spoke "oh, here Jimin try this, " said the cook before Jimin smiled and opened his mouth, knowing that Jin would only feed him something that he would like.

He smiled when Jin placed a small fruit tart inside his mouth "is that for the feast today?" Jimin asked after he had swallowed the treat.

"Yep, the Prince always has a big feast whenever he returns home and this is no exception," Jin said before turning back to the tray of Tart's and starting to place a drizzle of chocolate on them.

Jimin suddenly snapped into the realization that he was running late "Oh shit!" He swore loudly and started to frantically brush the flour off his clothes "are you late again?" Jin asked and Jimin responded with a nod before rushing out the door.

One thing that was good about the Prince returning home and Jimin having to serve him was that he would get time off from taking care of his current charge.

The man who Jimin currently attended to was named Minho, he was a knight and unfortunately believed that made him better than everyone else.

He was a cruel and harsh man and Jimin had been subjected to his anger more than once.

When he reached Minho's bed-chamber he politely knocked and was greeted with a loud grunt, which he assumed meant to enter so he walked inside and immediately bowed to Minho who was sitting in a chair, his feet raised up and planted on the edge of the table.

"You're late" snapped the knight and Jimin nodded apologetically "yes sir, I'm sorry, I was preparing for the Prince's arrival" he explained and walked over to the wardrobe to find Minho's outfit for the day.

He carefully pulled out the clothes for that day and laid them out on the bed "this is the last day I will attend to you, at least for a while" he said quietly and Minho's head snapped up, narrowing his dark eyes at Jimin.