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important: guys, the writer's block i had with this story really hit and it forced me to make this chapter shorter than usual so im sorry about that.
i also have not been feeling great and working on an update for this book for the past week and half has been pretty draining but i'm still trying and fighting.
i'll try to update black swan one more time this week bc i feel bad but please enjoy reading
sorry for grammar mistakes, it's like 1am -
I wake to sun bursting through the window and the silkness of the softest set of sheets I've laid on. Rolling on my stomach, my arms scour the bed in search for a familiar body but they're only met with a fluffy pillow. That forces my eyes open.
I blink, dazed and rub them with my fist.
Jimin isn't here, in fact, he isn't even in the room either. I use that as my reason to sit up.
I groan while stretch my arms and watch as they limply collapse onto the white blanket. My toes also uncurl.
I can smell Jimin's scent, honey and vanilla, lingering in the air and it tells me he hasn't been gone long, maybe fifteen minutes or so, I wish he would've said goodbye first before leaving for his trip.
As I stare off into absolutely nothing for minutes, contemplating whether or not I should go back to sleep, the bedroom door opens.
I turn my head in that direction and study the woman who is quietly pushing the heavy door with elbow and back. She rolls in a cart and I notice the huge, golden tray sitting on the top of the rack. My stomach growls as if it knows exactly what's under there.
When she finally closes the door, she turns and looks at me, her eyes going wide.
"Good morning, Y/n," she chirps, "I'm sorry if I woke you."
My immediate thought is that she's old.
Gray hair sprouts from her messy bun while wrinkles line her forehead, Her cheeks sags but she smiles brightly at me. Her teeth are so pristine and straight, they shimmer. I wonder what toothpaste she uses.
I also wonder how she knows my name.
"No, no," I sound practically dead, my voice a croaky mess, "I actually just woke up by myself. You didn't wake me."
She only seems to smile wider at my words. I push my hand through my knotty curls, god, I need a hairbrush and possibly a shower pronto.
"That's great then. I'm Bol-ae, the king assigned me as your assistant for anything you need until he's gone. So far, he's asked me to deliver breakfast. You must be starving."
I am.
Upon finishing her sentence, she bends down and picks up an eating bench. She walks over to the bed and sets it down before going to get the tray. She places it on the bench a few feet away from me and bows.
