Unorthodox - Vkook

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Taehyung didn't spend a lot of time in her room, she tried to always be near someone; it just was a habit of hers. Sometimes she did prefer to stay alone though. It was usually to do her homework or to read a book, although the maids didn't try to initiate any conversation with the young mistress, they were always bustling around and cleaning the same spot twice. It was an action that always left the young girl with furrowed eyebrows, not being able to understand why they were so adamant on cleaning every day when it was only her living there, that and also the fact that her father's visits were so far apart from each other and brief.

Currently, Taehyung was in her room, doing the homework that was assigned to her by the various tutors that visited the household during the week. Environmental Studies, Accounts, Economics, Chemistry, Biology, Physics, English, French, Korean, and English Literature. A loud sigh echoed around the room. She had fallen so behind, her thoughts have been taking over her mind and she'd forgotten her duties. Grabbing the ballpoint pen in her right hand, Taehyung started her French homework, her laptop beside her to search any unfamiliar words.

Je passe presque tout mon temps à préparer mes examens qui commencent dans quinze jours. J'espère que je les r-

Taehyung stopped writing and paused. She heard footsteps walking down the hallway towards her room, but these ones were heavier and less nimble than any other maid's. A butler perhaps? Taehyung thought to herself, but why would they be in this section of the mansion. Her father had only allowed certain people to come to this side of the house, and as far as Taehyung knew, they were all female.

The footsteps stopped in front of her door and a sharp knock was heard, confident and loud, making the visitor's presence known. The door opened slowly, and Taehyung kept her gaze on it, her eyes attentive and barely blinking.

A head of blonde hair appeared. Why is he here? The new butler she encountered yesterday was in her room, holding a large mug in his hands with a plate full of biscuits in the other. How he managed to open the door is a wonder, Taehyung remarked, staring warily at the smiling face in front of her.

"What's up kid?" Jackson asked, bustling haphazardly into the room, causing the brown liquid in the mug to dance around its confines, the biscuits sliding around the plate.

Ah, he's using the word "kid" again, Taehyung thought, her lips pouting slightly.

"Mrs.Paek told me to send this up for you," the blonde said, walking towards the younger.

"Oh, thank her for me please, that was very thoughtful of her," Taehyung said, smiling brightly at the sweet gesture, "And als-"

"Oh, fuck!"

Taehyung's eyes widened; not because of the curse word that Jackson had uttered (although it did play a part in her shock), but because of the brown liquid covering her work, that most certainly wasn't there a moment ago.

The half empty mug, rolled down the desk and fell to the floor, the plush carpet cushioning its fall, but received no thanks as what was left of the warm drink spilled onto the baby blue fabric.

In her shock, Taehyung had failed to notice the blonde man placing a small black object behind one of the many books on the nearest shelf, her attention more on the hour of homework that she had done for nothing.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'll go get something to clean this up."

Taehyung just nodded speechless, a sharp red fire bubbling in her veins, making her left eye twitch.

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖

Thank you guys for supporting this book, even though I'm going so slow, but the plot should really start in the next chapter (that is if i can manage to write everything in one chapter). I already have a clear idea of how the next chapter should go, now let's just hope my lazy self will start writing the new chapter asap c:

And until the next update... Happy New Year xxx (^∇^)