Prime Academy ✔

CHAPTER 17

Lisa

I just finished eating dinner and obviously, that hungry bunny didn't join me.

I look around and saw maids doing their jobs even at night. I mean, it's already past 9 and they're all still working.

Like, not even a peck of dust should be left anywhere.

"Hey." I nudged a random maid who is busy fixing some expensive looking ass figurines.

She faced me and bowed, "What shall I help you with, Milady?"

I looked at her from head to toe, "You look really young. How old are you?"

"I'm 15 years old, Milady." She answered, lowering her head.

Fifteen?! That's way too young for a maid!

"Who the fuck hired a minor?" I muttered to myself.

"I grew up here, Milady. Madame Jeon took me in and provided for my needs. But doing this for Madame Jeon and her family is the least I could do to payback." She blabbered.

I just nodded at her, "You better study well, then. So you can become whoever you want to be."

She nodded, "I will! I want to become like you, Milady!"

"Like me? A Princess?" I snorted.

"Y-Yes. I want to serve people and bring happiness-"

I held both her shoulders, "Kid, you should stop dreaming about being a Princess. There's more to being a princess than being a queen."

She furrowed her brows, "Aren't you going to be a queen soon, Milady?"

I chuckled, "Maybe. But you know what I know? I know you're gonna be a great person someday. You remind me so much about myself before." And I patted her head.

Looking at her brings back all the memories of my past. Good and bad memories.

"Y-Young Master!" The kid bowed when she saw Jungkook standing by the stairs behind me.

I turned to him, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Just a while." He shrugged his shoulders and walked passed me.

I watch him walk towards the kitchen, filling a glass of water and gulping it down his manly throat.

I leaned on the kitchen counter and looked down at him.

He's wearing his all black outfit like always. His tattoos showing.

"Are you done checking me out?" He asked right after putting the empty glass on the sink.

I tilted my head, "Are you usually this fresh when you're home?"

"I look the same wherever I go." He said.

"Well, you look really innocent right now. Except for the tattoos." I pointed at his right arm.

"Why do you have that tattoo?" I asked, pointing at him arm.