House of Cards || Taejinkook

⚜18⚜ Hey, could you not?

♣Taehyung♣

One thing. I asked Jimin to do ONE. SIMPLE. FUCKING. THING and he leaves me disappointed yet again. The laundry I told him to take care of is dumped on the middle of my bedroom floor, making a wet puddle underneath it. I stare at it in silence for a while, wondering what the fuck I'm supposed to do now. He's clearly doing all of this on purpose and I've had enough at this point. I've been trying to be nice since he sucks at his job, but there's no possible excuse for this. Not even he can be this stupid. This time he needs to pay. 

I exit my bedroom and my anger gets fueled even more when I look at the state my living quarters are in. There's trash everywhere and although it's only been a week, I can see dust piling up here and there. I told him yesterday to do something about it but he only picked up one candy wrapper from the floor and put it on the table instead. The smug look on his face just made it even worse. 

My steps echo against the walls as I storm down the hallway. I'm going to find Jimin and put him in his place once and for all. I'd rather be without a servant than to have one like him. 

My feet take me right to his room and I bang on the door. A maid walking by gives me a strange look, but when I glare at her she bows her head and runs off. I don't understand why they all do that. I'm not scary. I knock on the door again, even harder this time.

"Jimin, I know you're in there! Open up or I'll rip you a new asshole!" OK, that might've sounded a little intimidating, but I'm really not a scary person. I'm as kind as one can be. 

The door doesn't open, but other doors do and curious workers peek their heads outside to see what's going on. I keep banging, but there's no response from Jimin. Either he's not here or he's very good at ignoring me, which I know he is. I try a few more times before turning to one of the girls who's so rudely staring at me. 

"Where is he?"

She gets nervous when I speak to her and hides a bit behind her door before answering.

"He went out a while ago."

"To where?"

"Um, I heard him talking on the phone about going downtown."

"Be more specific!"

She cowers from my yelling, but I don't have time to care about her pussying. 

"To some restaurant. I don't know the name of it! I'm sorry, Your Highness."

I huff at her since she's barely any help. They all receive angry glares as I make my way back to the stairs. Just as I'm about to take the first step, I see a very familiar face coming out from the laundry room. Jin. He has his eyes on the ground like some kind of sad puppy, but as soon as he spots me they go wide and he freezes in place. He looks just as scared as all the other servants, if not more so. His mouth opens as if he's about to say something, but just the thought of listening to his voice is tiring at the moment. 

"I don't have time for you right now," I say and continue upstairs. I don't wait to see his reaction.

I return to my bedroom and thankfully I still have some decent clothes to wear. Jimin is a terrible stylist, so it might be for the best that I pick out my outfits myself. I'll show him what a real model looks like when I come to drag him back to the castle. I already have black pants and a slightly shiny, black shirt on, so I just take a checkered gray coat to put on top. Should be low-key enough for me to not get swarmed on the streets. 

After putting the coat on, I check myself in the mirror and this fit really shows off my God-like proportions. Now all I need to do is sneak out undetected and find out where Jimin is hiding in the city.