Rebirth of the Emperor's Betrayed Concubine
I trust you, Master.
Tae sat by the window, the late afternoon light spilling into the room, painting everything in a soft golden hue.
Her fingers absentmindedly traced the edges of a delicate porcelain cup, but her thoughts were miles away, consumed by Jungkook.
**How** could she win his trust? It had to be done slowly—carefully.
If she acted too soon, too boldly, he would suspect her. Her entire plan would be ruined before it even began.
The quiet of the room wrapped around her, the silence giving her a moment of peace, but it was fleeting.
A gentle knock on the door broke her from her thoughts.
jeon taehyung (tae)
Enter,
She called out softly, her tone cool but warm enough to convey her welcome.
The door creaked open, and in stepped Jimin, Tae’s loyal maid.
Jimin was younger than Tae by three years, but her respect and loyalty toward her were unwavering.
Dressed in a simple, but neat servant's tunic, Jimin entered with a tray of food in her hands, the lightness of her step betraying the quiet frustration written on her face.
jimin ( tae maid)
Master, your meal,
Jimin announced, her voice polite, yet tinged with the faintest of complaints.
She set the tray down in front of Tae, and immediately her eyes flickered over the contents—a small portion of rice, a few pieces of vegetables.
It wasn’t enough to feed two people, and Jimin made no effort to hide her dissatisfaction.
Tae’s gaze softened as she saw the way Jimin's eyes lingered on the sparse portions, her lips pressed into a thin line.
jeon taehyung (tae)
Is something wrong with the food, Jimin?
Tae asked, her voice gentle, though she could already guess the answer.
Jimin exhaled sharply, her shoulders sagging in exasperation.
She said, her voice a touch dramatic,
jimin ( tae maid)
This is hardly enough for one person, let alone two! How do they expect us to survive on this? It’s as though they’re rationing even our meals—while the others feast like royalty.
Tae smiled faintly at Jimin's typical way of expressing her frustration, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of her young maid.
Jimin had always been this way—quick to voice her complaints, but never ungrateful.
Despite the formalities, despite her role as a servant, there was a quiet bond of affection between them, one Tae had not shared with anyone else.
jeon taehyung (tae)
I know,
Tae replied softly, her tone carrying a quiet weight.
jeon taehyung (tae)
But we’ll make do. It's not the amount that matters, but how we use what we have.
She tried to inject a bit of humor into her words, but there was an edge of weariness in her voice that Jimin noticed instantly.
Jimin sat down on the floor beside Tae, looking up at her with a mixture of concern and affection.
jimin ( tae maid)
Master… you can’t be serious. You’ve always found ways to make things better, but this—this is ridiculous.
She gestured toward the meager meal in front of them.
jimin ( tae maid)
We’re two people, yet there’s barely enough to feed one. It’s as if they want us to starve.
Tae glanced at the small portions, then back at Jimin, her face softening as her heart ached for her maid.
The weight of her previous life, of all the pain and loss, seemed to press down on her once more.
Jimin had been the only one who remained by her side through it all—the one who had held her up even when the world had turned against them.
jeon taehyung (tae)
💭.*Not this time.* I would never let you suffer again.
She gently placed a hand on Jimin’s, a silent promise that spoke louder than any words.
jeon taehyung (tae)
You’re right,
Tae said quietly, her voice filled with determination.
jeon taehyung (tae)
It’s not fair. But we’ll make sure it doesn’t stay like this.
jeon taehyung (tae)
💭.I won’t let us go hungry, Jimin. * Not again.*
Jimin blinked up at her, eyes wide with surprise, and for a moment, Tae thought she might say something, but she only nodded, squeezing Tae’s hand back in understanding.
There was an unspoken trust between them—Jimin might have been her maid in title, but she was far more than that in Tae’s heart.
jimin ( tae maid)
You always know what to say to make me feel better, Master,
Jimin said softly, her smile faint but warm.
jimin ( tae maid)
But, really… what do we do now? We can’t eat *this*.
She motioned to the tray again, this time more playfully, though her underlying worry remained.
Tae let out a soft laugh, though it held no humor, only a hint of something darker.
She could see Jimin’s concern, the way her maid truly worried about her.
Tae had long known that Jimin felt something more—something beyond mere duty—and that made her love her all the more.
For a moment, Tae’s thoughts drifted to her past life.
To the time when she had been helpless, when the world had taken everything from her.
Jimin had died in the most horrific way, betrayed by someone she had trusted and love .
Tae had failed her then, and in this life, she would never let that happen again.
jeon taehyung (tae)
I’m going to make sure we have more than enough soon. You won’t have to worry about meals, Jimin,
Tae said, her tone calm, but with the steel of someone who had made a vow.
Jimin smiled, though it was a little more subdued than before.
jimin ( tae maid)
If anyone can do it, Master, it’s you. I trust you.
Tae squeezed her hand one last time, her gaze steady.
jeon taehyung (tae)
I won’t let you down. I promise.
Jimin nodded, her expression softening with gratitude, her eyes reflecting the quiet bond between them.
She believed in Tae, and for that, Tae would protect her with everything she had.
The bonds of loyalty and affection they shared were more than just a formality.
They were the foundation of something far deeper, and Tae wasn’t about to let anyone—especially not the cruel forces of the palace—tear it apart.
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Kim Tyung 💅💁🏻♀️
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2025-01-04
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2024-12-02
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Rojitha Rajan
i like it still i wish tae dnt go behind tha power starving animal's bcz of his so called love which not get
2024-11-22
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