The Villainess

Prologue

The first rays of sunlight filtered in through the hazy sintered glass of the skylight peeping through the gaps in the green vines with small white flowers that has weaved itself around it like a photo frame. The soft light lightened up the room reflected by the white washed walls adorned with numerous pictures and bundles of memories. Stuffed toys were stuffed in about every corner of the room. There were a number of  books lying here and there mostly of the mystery genre and few old classics, while a tower of elegant looking leather bound books of Law were piled up sophisticatedly at the book shelf and the corner of the study table. The white lace curtains of the sliding glass door of the balcony was flown up in the gasps of the morning wind time to time as they seep through the crack of the half opened glass doors. Not strong yet but chilly, carrying a hint of the dawn the leaked in wind mischievously blew away the already scattered papers on the table to be strewn across the wooden finished floor. The furniture was minimal around the room and all in white and steel. A large bookshelf, a study table with a chair and a pretty ornate lamp, a bean bag on the corner, a bedside table and queen-sized bed with fluffy mattress on which lay the main protagonist of this story.

Jeon Somin.

 Who is at presently very comfortably asleep unaware of the world in her own pleasant dreams, though not for long. The alarm clock blared as an obnoxious Barbie Doll concept song started playing loudly.

I am a Barbie girl in a Barbie World….

“Ughhh…..fuck.”

The pillow is folded to act like an earplug sadly of no use.

Life in plastic, it's fantastic!

“Like fucking hell…” a hand reach out from the cover to the alarm clock slamming it down.

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere

“I rarely brush my own…..and seriously wtf…just shut up…” another slam…sadly the clock is still in perfect condition. The song doesn’t stop.

Imagination, life is your creation.

“I give up.”

Resigned she got up from the bed and ran across the room in record time slamming the door behind her. There was the sound of utensils in the kitchen, breakfast was in the making and somewhere during her running across the corridor into the next room she heard a “Oh! Somin-ah you are up!” it was again ignored.

Somin wrenched open the door of the master bedroom as she glided across the tiled floor with practiced ease and like an Olympic Diver dived for the king sized bed that already had a lump of baby blue blanket on it.

It was cold outside and she was wearing a large old white shirt with shorts neither of which belongs to her. She tugged open a corner of the comforter and wiggled herself in.

“Appa!” she whined in her sleep heavy voice.

A toned arm encircled her around her waist and pulled her closer to the warm chest. Somin nuzzled into the embrace of the similarly dressed male and sneaked her hands under the similar white old large shirt.

“Uff…why are your hands so cold?”

His voice was scratchy and drugged with sleep. There was no annoyance in his voice but worry.

“Is the comforter in your room not warm enough?”

“Don’t know” she was feeling too lazy to talk. Her lithe cold hands crept up his sides as she pasted herself to his warmer chest. It was quite and Somin was pleased with the comfort but then….

“Yah! Jeon Somin isn’t today your first day at the company?” Somin felt him move his head as his chin rested on her head. She can picturise those doe eyes looking at her, the sharp jawline bent as the pale neck craned at her, studying the messy ball of her brown hair,

“Mhmmm.” Ah! She doesn’t wanna go. She doesn’t want to face that person. She wants to stay like this forever even better if her…

“Wake up Sleepy Heads.”

Both of them groaned in distress.

“Don’t want to” was the united reply.

A kiss was placed on each of their heads.

“C’mon up people. Breakfast is ready. Soo-jin has already set the table. She’ll get angry if I return empty handed.”

“Nooo…” both of them whined in unison.

Taehyung marvelled at this. They even whine around and complain in the same way. Like father like daughter. Smiling to himself he pulled at the comforter.

“Jeon Jungkook! Jeon Somin! Get up! Now!”

Somin whined groaned and tried to grab Jungkook as she was almost wrestled out of bed heaved up in strong tanned arms and delivered onto the sofa followed by Jungkook who is also carried out and dumped unceremoniously beside her.

“Paw!” Somin cried accusingly.

Taehyung sighed. Jungkook was usually the mature one but a sleep induced Jungkook is like a three year old, so no helping hand now.

“Don’t Paw me princess… isn’t today your first day? Giddy up you’re going to whip some ass today. Let’s wash up and put on your battle gear.”  He smiled encouragingly.

Truthfully Somin is completely helpless against her Paw’s cute boxy smile. The best part is it lights up her mood and worst part is Taehyung knows it and uses it to his advantage. She had been suspicious for the longest time whether Taehyung actually was a Kitsune/fox spirit with a tail while his poor Appa might be the Usagi/ bunny who got eaten up along the way. Or maybe she just watched too much anime.