Mrs Kim hired a nurse for Taehyung. She was tired of dressing his wounds. She has busied herself in counting fistful sum of money received by admirers of Taehyung. His skills in bonding with kingdoms and kind warm nature attracts many, and so they willingly send him money as help. And thats the main reason why Mrs Kim hasn't killed him yet.
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A young beautiful male walked into the silent hallway of this shiny yet distressed Castle. He Bewitching everyone with his enchanting pure untouched beauty. His innocent aura and grace, captivating every being. As a belle in ball.
Maid who was informed on his arrival, guided him to the King's room. Beauty roamed his eyes all around enormous neat shimmering bedroom, gloomed by dark thick sea green colored curtains.
“If you need anything, call me.” maid said.
“Thank you.” nurse smiled.
Taehyung's eyes internally flickered as heard very unfamiliar but honey voice like he bloomed flowers around when he spoke.
He bowed at the maid, as she left them alone. After he was left, he hummed. “This curtains should be opened. Light cures everything.” Nurse mumbled to himself as he let the bright light inside room through opening of those curtains. He opened the window, bringing cool winds and chirping of sweet birds with scent of gardens.
He knelt beside Taehyung's sleeping figure and exmanined every features with faint smile. He could see how a dominance was handsome and now in innocent sleep.
“Good morning, I am Kim Seokjin. I don't know if you can hear me. But, take my hello.” He softly chuckled.
“May I?” Seokjin asked without waiting for answer and rolled the duvet down from the King's body. Revealing injured figure in robe. He untied the robe's belt to examine the wounds by undressing them in an utter care.
He blushed little as he saw toned chest and stomach. Don't blame him, he is new in this job and seeing one glance of King was a rare was for a commoner like him, but lifetime victory and here his sight with King's half nakedness can fluster any human.
He saw how gauze didn't covered the whole wound on the stomach with medicinal herb liquid roughly pasted, smearing everywhere but the wound.
“It looks like someone dressed your highness's wounds while asleep.” He clicked his tongue at irresponsibility shown towards your highness, “But don't worry, I'll take good care of you.” the voice was sweet candies of innocence and those touches were so warm for Taehyung. As if the wounds were already subtly healing. They were so soft and filled with genuine care.
Suddenly Mrs Kim barged inside, flying the doors open. Seokjin stood swiftly in fear and bowed.
“You can sleep here in this room since King needs profuse care.” That sounded frustrated from a mother's voice, “Since, Jimin don't sleep here anymore. But, don't try to steal anything and keep on your hands on him just for dressing him and his wounds only, nothing else, understand? If caught for any other intention, pusnishment will be severe. Castrate!” She rudely spoke, the foam of bitterness sprawling from mouth.
Seokjin nodded, his eyes on floor. She took one last glance on him and then Taehyung, leaving after.
“How rude. I could almost see a witch's mole on her face. ” Jin huffed loudly. Making Taehyung chuckle inside.
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Seokjin loved this man's company. Though he never moved even a finger, though he felt like he was staying with a heart beating statue, but something about him enchanted Seokjin.
