BTS IMAGINES

Bts - past life (pt. 2)

Jungkook was in his own world, silently staring at Ara with his mouth slightly opened. "T-the king..."

"Yes?" Your sudden voice brought him back to reality. He shook his head and blink his eyes repeatedly, finally looking at you he spoke. "T-the king wants to see you."

Eyes wide, you couldn't believe you were called to talk to the king. But then you realized it was probably normal since you were a princess. "Me?"

"Yeah. Follow me." You saw how jungkook gave a glance at ara before walking ahead, you and ara following shortly after.

You three walked slowly around the palace with Jungkook in the front of you as ara was walking silently beside you looking down. You looked at her, leaning in a little bit to her side you whispered. "So, since when does prince jungkook have a little crush on you? "

Her posture stiffened as she looked away. "W-what do you mean?" She whispered back.

Silently chuckling, you looked at her with a smile on your lips. "It's obvious with what you both feel for eachother. You're just too oblivious." You saw Jungkook taking glances at ara every now and then.

"T-that's not true." She stuttered out. "It doesn't matter. He's a prince, and I'm just a maid. He wouldn't want me.." A small mumble that was barely heard, she looked away once again.

"So your avoiding him for that." You told her. "I see..." You mumbled while slowly looking away.

Ara looked at you and bitterly smiled. "I don't want to ruin his image." She spoke with tears in her eyes. "I'm a maid your highness, a servant."

You slowly nodded, feeling the need of helping her, but knew that you couldn't do anything. "I'll let you both fix it on your own. But don't you think you're pretty young to be one of the palace maids?"

"Ah.." Ara nodded slowly. "It's a long story, your highness."

"We're here." Jungkooks voice interrupted the both of your conversation. "Ah, yes." You said as you walked towards the door, and a slight feeling of nervousness. The palace guards opened the sliding door for you while ara stayed outside with Jungkook.

Feeling the doors close behind you, you placed you hands together as you bowed formally. "Your h-highness"

You heard a laugh, you immediately put your head back up to see an old man sitting down on what looked like a pillow. A short, small table that had a kettle and teacups that probably had tea in it. He looked at you with a fatherly smile. "You really did lose your memories."

Why does everyone keep telling me that?

Looking down, you let out a nervous laugh. "I got that a lot."

He gasped in excitement. "Sit down, sit down. I want to have a talk with you." He cheerfully said, guiding you to sit down in front of him.

You hesitantly walked towards him. "Y-yes. Your highness." You said and sat down across from him.

He shook his head. "Don't call me that. You would always call me father. Now, want some tea?" He smiled at you.

For some reason you felt comfortable, protected by him. He gave you this aura that you couldn't explain. Like he was your father. You nodded and smiled.