𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 | 𝐊- 𝐏𝐎𝐏

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾

Charity

inkjammoon

Summary:

You’re a maid for the Crowned Prince of Busan, you’re in love with him, but you think he only uses you for charity, so one night at the new karaoke bar, you try your best to forget him, with the help of a stranger.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Prince AU, Smut, Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 16.1k

TW: swearing, drinking, thigh riding, unprotected sex, oral sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, face sitting, soft fluffy sex

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You never really understood people’s fascination with ridiculing him. Sure, he was handsome and rich, but that’s so artificial and shallow, not everyone with money was an asshole. If they actually knew him, knew what he was like behind closed doors, how he acted when other people weren’t around, they might think differently, they would see it wasn’t just an act. But that’s why you were so thankful. In the moments you had him alone, he wasn’t the crowned prince of Busan, he was just Jimin. He was himself; the kind, sweet boy you’d grown to know and admire over the years.

Park Jimin. Where do you even begin to describe Park Jimin. He was born into a royal life, his father being the current standing king. He was raised in the castle; he had the finest tutors, the best food, received the best presents, and was taken care of by the best people in the country, but somehow, growing up with a literal silver spoon in his mouth didn’t affect who he was as a person. For as long as you’d know him, he had always been the sweetest, most genuine person you’d ever met. He cared about everyone. He was meant to be king.

His people however, disagreed. Jimin’s father wasn’t the nicest nor the most merciful king, so they all assumed Jimin’s kindness was simply a front, and when the time came, he would turn out to be just like the King. But he wasn’t. He was just like his mother; kind, loving, caring.

The King used to be a nice man. It wasn’t until the Queen passed that the King fell into a depression. She got sick when Jimin was nine, and passed shortly after his twelfth birthday. He never got over it, and became an extremely rage-oriented man, blaming Jimin for the death of his wife and leaving his servants to take care of the child.

That’s where you came in. Your mother was Jimin’s nanny. She practically raised the boy on her own along with raising you, and as a result, you and Jimin became close friends, although technically you weren’t supposed to be. He was royalty, and you were the daughter of a servant, and eventually, you became a servant yourself, but you weren’t just a servant, you were Jimin’s personal maid.

From the time you were 10 years old and Jimin was 8, you were in charge of getting Jimin where he needed to be. You woke him up, fed him his meals, got him dressed, made sure he knew when and where to go. You cleaned his room, you washed his clothes, you even prepared his baths until he was old enough to do it himself.

It was considered an honor to be the Prince’s maid, and honestly, it wasn’t a bad job. Jimin was so nice to you that you had to try and clean his things before he woke up, or he would try to help you, saying that he made the mess and he should be the one to clean it. You had tried to explain several times that it was your job, that you got paid to clean up after him, but he was insistent.

He always claimed that you were better than servant work, and he hated seeing you do it. Well, not everyone could be born into royalty. Some people had to make money for a living, and unfortunately, you were one of them. Honestly though, you didn’t mind your work, it gave you permission to spend time with Jimin without politics getting in the way. However, in the long run, that didn’t exactly work in your favor, and your feelings for him often got in the way.