House of Cards || Taejinkook

⚜7⚜ Early morning boredom

♦Jimin♦

I was planning on happily sleeping in, but as always the rustling of workers outside my door wakes me up. Trying to go back to sleep is not an option either since the sun is shining in despite both the blinds and curtains covering the windows. I prop myself up on my elbows and check my phone to see what time it is. Fucking 8 AM. This should be illegal. What business do people have to be up this early?

I pull myself out of bed and when I pass by the mirror balanced on top of my dresser, I see that I look like more than a mess. Dark bags under the eyes and bed hair that'll take time to sort out to fit the castle's standards. I slept poorly because of that rude prince. Taehyung or whatever his name is. 

I had a great time messing with him at the dinner as payback for how he treated me, but then the motherfucker started chasing me down the hall like some kind of lunatic. I panicked and accidentally ran into a dead end. Since I didn't want him to find me, I climbed into the dumbwaiter and hid there. I was surprised I even fit in there and after I heard him leave, I struggled to get out on my own. It was a dumb idea, but I didn't have much choice unless I wanted him to catch me. Who knows what he'd do if he got his hands on me. That guy seems to be a fucking psycho.

I get myself ready with a quick shower and put on a more comfortable white button-up and black slacks. It's pretty much the only thing I'm allowed to wear around here and I'm to terribly sick of it. I used to be a goddamn fashionista and now I have to resort to this boring garbage every day. It's like they don't want you to have any personality. 

The hallway is empty by the time I exit my room and I remember that I don't really have anything in particular to do. Almost every day is like a day off for me since Jungkook doesn't want any help. Not like I'd do his laundry even if he wanted me to. There's no way I'm touching his dirty underwear or cumstained bed sheets. I already know what he gets up to at night with the servants and I definitely don't want to clean that stuff up. He can do that himself. That weirdo likes the smell of laundry detergent either way, so he doesn't mind it. 

With no real hurry, I head down to the kitchen to grab something to eat for breakfast. Jungkook hasn't sent a text or anything, so I'll just assume I can spend the day however I want. Yoongi hasn't texted me in a while either. He never responded to my last text, but that's not really anything new. It feels like he's always busy with his band and don't have time to chat with me. Maybe I should try calling him later.

The other workers greet me when I enter the kitchen and they're already busy preparing breakfast for the royalties. I sneakily grab some pieces of bread along with a few slices of cheese and exit as soon as I arrived. If I stick around they're definitely going to ask me to help but I'll just do more harm than good. Jungkook asked me for a late night snack once when I'd just started working and I accidentally set the stove on fire. I was trying to make popcorn, but needless to say I didn't really know what I was doing. I was banned from cooking after that and it's not much of a loss since I didn't like doing it in the first place. 

I walk around the castle halls while eating my bread. I'm so used to these walls and corridors. I even know the secret passages, that's how much time I've spent snooping around here. When I have nothing better to do I end up just casually spying on people and as a result I know everything about everyone. I know the king's habit of leaving his bedroom for coffee at 6 AM every morning, I know how the queen goes to the gym when she thinks no one's looking and unfortunately I know exactly which workers Jungkook has fucked and which ones he hasn't. The sad part is that all of them have a crush on him without knowing that he sleeps around with all of them. It's hard for me to keep a straight face when the poor girls (and occasionally boys) come to me to talk about how amazing Jungkook is. Which he isn't, by the way. When they find out about his antics his fun will be over for good.