Taehyung's mornings always started like this. She woke up early in the morning, always on time to catch the sun rise from the east, peeking behind a group of cherry blossom trees and greeting the world in earnest. In the summer she would have especially liked to go out in her balcony and watch it from there, but ever since one of the maids had found out, her balcony door had been locked, the key in one of the various staff's possession. The door now had no use to her and was more of an ornament, like most of the stuff in her room.
Sighing in disdain, Taehyung wrapped the blanket further around her body as she pressed her face into the window. Her actions left a temporary imprint on the glass and she couldn't help but try to amuse herself by drawing on the now foggy window. Smiling softly, she looked at the grandfather clock that stood on one of the four walls of her room. A quarter to 7, Taehyung thought, glancing at the closed entrance to her room, they should be here soon.
Sure enough, as soon as the clock struck 7 a.m. sharp, the echoing sounds of heeled feet stopped in front of her door. A key was heard turning and her door slowly opened. Looking at her new guest, Taehyung's eyes came in contact with a pair of emotionless ones. Rising up to her feet, Taehyung discarded her blanket on her bed and walked silently to her closet. There was no need for exchange of verbal language between the two; it had become a routine for both mistress and maid. Opening her wardrobe and grabbing a change of clothes, Taehyung then entered her ensuite bathroom to freshen up and start her day. Before she closed her door, the young girl popped her head around the door and wished the maid a good morning, one that was never returned.
Leaving the maid be, Taehyung went back to her task in hand and took a refreshing shower before drying up and changing into her outfit for the day. After drying her wet hair, the brunette tied her locks in a simple ponytail and left the bathroom. The maid was now gone and her bed was neatly made. The rest of the room was left as neat and spotless as it was yesterday, the teenager had made the woman's job easier as she always did.
Picking out a pair of shoes, Taehyung laced them up and stood on her feet, staring at her reflection in the full length mirror in front of her. Smiling slightly, she walked out of her bedroom, on her way to the dining room to eat some breakfast.
The dining room was empty; void of any human life. Her father's appearances were rare and today was no exception. Sitting down in her usual seat, which was the only seat with cutlery in front of it, Taehyung started to eat. To be honest, the young girl hated the suffocating silence she was constantly pushed into, she hated the long, empty dining table and she hated having no one to talk to. Thinking about it now, Taehyung couldn't think of a moment when she interacted with someone her own age. The only time she opened her mouth was during her lessons with her private tutor or to say a quick good morning to the maids and butlers surrounding the household. Sometimes, she wondered if people looked at her as an ornament; something that just sat still and looked pretty.
Losing her appetite quickly, Taehyung swiftly put down her fork and got up, the scrape of the wooden chair against the marble floor making her wince. Leaving the empty room, she entered a long, winding hallway. Most of the rooms were off limits to her and were locked. The only room that was available to her in this floor was the library, where most of her free time was spent. Her tutor still had two hours to go before she arrived, so it made sense that Taehyung wouldn't walk past the room this time.
The library was beautifully designed, and contained many books of various genres. Even though Taehyung had access to the internet, she felt that nothing could beat the feel of the leatherbound books in her hands, to flip the pages one by one, cuddled on a sofa without any interruptions. The young girl was grateful for a lot of things, and tried to be even though she couldn't roam freely like other people her age, for some reason or another, and this room and the stories that had been reenacted here in her imagination where one of them.
𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖
So that was Chapter Two c: On my other version of this story; the Minjoon one, Chapter 3 is already up so I'll try and get it edited quickly so you guys can read it too >.<
Also, I'm having too much fun adding pictures and outfits to my stories, if you've read my other books you know I'm a sucker for cute aesthetics.