Masked King | m.yg p.jm

𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

Jimin was brought inside the palace.

The head guard Park Jinyoung had given him to some maids.

They both were only some years older than him.

They wore light pink dresses, which was usual for the maids in the palace. Their hair was braided in a bun.

"Please follow us," the taller one said calmly.

Jimin bowed, and started to follow them.

"My name is Soojin and this is Soyeon," the same girl said politely. "We are preparing you for the king."

The black haired boy just nodded. He actually didn't know what to say. Thank you? It was their job.

They brought him to a bathroom.

"Please undress yourself," Soyeon demanded, while Soojin went to the small bathtub, and filled it with warm water.

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "You wanna watch me undressing?"

Soyeon just laughed, and turned around. "We won't watch you undressing. I just told you to do so."

Jimin didn't reply anything. When he saw her not watching, he undressed himself.

"If you are ready please go into the tub," Soojin said, also looking away from the boy.

Jimin who was ready did what she said.

The water was really warm, and felt nice on his pale skin.

Both maids had put some essential oils, and rose petals in it so that the water wasn't clear, but had a milky colour.

Jimin layed back, and enjoyed the bath. He had never taken a bath in a tub with warm water. He didn't even had a bath in a tub. Only a fast shower with a bucket full of cold water.

It was really something Jimin liked.

After an hour the two girls told him to finish, and layed a towel, and some clothes on a small table next to him.

"Someone else will now take care of you," Soyeon said and left with Soojin.

Jimin couldn't be mad to get no bye, or something like this. He knew they weren't emotionally attached to him. I mean he wasn't either attached to them.

He was their work and nothing more.

After he washed his hair fast he left the bathtub, and dried his wet skin.

It felt soft and smooth, and was kinda glowing nicely in the light.

The boy tried to dry his dark moisty hair a bit.

After he was okay with it still being a bit damp. He brushed it with his hands, and the decided to wear the clothing on the table.

It was something new not his old stuff.

When he wore it he was kinda suprised that it fit him well.

The new clothes were a black hanbok with a red pattern on it.

It felt better on his skin than his old poorly made clothes he always has to wear.

"It's nice," Jimin mumbled and touched the soft material, his fingers wandering over the pattern.