"Tae, be careful! Be careful!"

I shrieked and giggled as I was given a wild piggy-back ride through the house by my strange, yet delightful butler. With my ankle still being sprained and sore, the servant had taken it upon himself to ensure that I wouldn't have to walk anywhere for the time being, and I felt royal. Obviously I hadn't ordered the man to carry me, but he wouldn't listen to my refusal. He insisted.

"Where to?" The butler asked, stepping in place like a prize-winning show-pony. "Upstairs? Downstairs? In-between stairs?"

"Hmm... I don't know," I mumbled, resting my chin on Taehyung's shoulder. "God, I'm going to be so terribly bored. I can't go dancing for the next two weeks. Fourteen whole days, Tae! I'll perish..."

"Is there not something else you like?" Taehyung asked, taking comically large steps toward the library. "No other interest?"

"Not really... I'm terribly boring, aren't I?" I asked with a sigh. "I wonder if I'll become fascinating someday."

"You are fascinating to me, master."

I let my fingers glide along the long rows of dusty books as Taehyung carried me through the room. I had already devoured quite a few of them, but I found myself in a bit of a reading dip. Dancing was simply so much more fun than disappearing in someone else's story. "Hey, isn't there any gossip among the servants I should know about?" I asked, my mind wandering from here to there.

"Gossip?"

"Yes. Any interesting stories? Any complaints?"

Taehyung hummed in thought, pushing me up a little further on his back. "I'm not sure, but Hoseok the cook, I told him I am not for him. He took it well, and we can be friends now."

"Oh," I said, twirling a strand of Taehyung's hair around my finger. "Well... I'm glad about that. It's very kind of you to be open to his friendship when he seemed so... persistent on pursuing you romantically."

"Actually, I think Yoongi the kitchenhelp, he likes Hoseok the cook, but he doesn't want to admit it. He is a grumpy man. Vrlo dalek."

"Oh, does he now?" I asked, my eyes litting up with interest. "How sad... perhaps he's been hurt by a one-sided love before. Maybe his heart is broken..."

"I had not thought of that!" Taehyung said, carefully sitting me down on a cushiony reading chair. "You know, you are very smart."

I huffed and crossed my legs, a cheeky idea slipping into my mind. "Tae, what do you say we... help Yoongi a bit?"

The butler saw my mischievous expression, and gulped. "Hm?"

"Let's write him a note!" I proposed with a grand smile. "Loveletters are the most romantic things ever! If one thing can fix a rocky relationship it's a good loveletter. Fetch me a pen and paper, I think I already know how to start."

Dear Yoongi,

I write to you because it is of the upmost importance.

My heart is close to bursting at the seams, you see, and before it spills awkwardly onto the relationship we have previously built, I've decided to inform you of my feelings in this way. The truth is that I have fallen for you. My dear Yoongi, you have bewitched me with your very being and throughout this I have been powerless against you. In most ways you are my opposite, but like a decalcomanie, I believe we are one and the same. I fear that we should ever be apart, and it shocks even me that I've begun to feel like this in only a short amount of time.

I am not usually a romantic, because I've been raised to see such a trait as a weakness. I've tried to hide my most vulnerable self all my life, but somehow, I feel as though that part of me could be safe with you. I think our hearts could go together, yours and mine. I think your flaws are beautiful, and I pray you might be kind enough to tolerate my shortcomings.

If you see me again later, I will deny this letter, because I am but a weak, prideful man. But if your heart longs for me at all, please just answer me with a kiss.

- Sincerely, Jung Hoseok.

"Wow." Taehyung sat on the arm-rest of my chair as I read my letter to him, and I looked up at him with expectant eyes when I was done. It had take me a couple of tries to get it right, but I believed my final draft was the best thing anyone could come up with on such short notice. "Is it any good? Will Yoongi like it? Does it sound like Hoseok at all?

"From what I understand, it is perfect!" Taehyung said, nodding and clapping as though I was a poet on a stage. "You should be a writer!"

"Oh, shut up," I chuckled, shoving Taehyung's shoulder.

"No, really! You have talent!" Taehyung said, not backing down as easily as I'd hoped. "You could make anyone fall for you with those words."

I looked up at Taehyung through my lashes, a brazen, and perhaps foolish question bubbling up inside my mind. "Would you fall for someone if they gave you a letter like that?"

"Ah..." the butler averted his eyes and nervously began to rub his neck, seeming uncomfortable with the idea alone. "Me? No... not me."

Something within me cracked a litte, and I furrowed my brows at the unpleasant feeling. "Oh..." I said. "Well, I suppose you do seem like the type to make the first move when you fancy a girl."

Taehyung's eyes widened, and he rapidly shook his head. "No, no, it is because I can not read," he admitted with reddening cheeks. "If someone gave me a letter like this I could only admire their handwriting..."

I wanted to slap myself in the head. "Oh God, I'm such a dunce, I forgot you're sort of a novice to the English language, do forgive me."

"You are forgiven," Taehyung said with a smile.

One thing I'd noticed about my butler over the time he'd been in service, was the way the man never hesitated to make eye-contact with me. He often liked to stare deep into my soul, and then grinned as though what he could see was wonderful. As though I would understand the way he treated me if I could only share his view-point.

I cleared my throat when I felt the butler had looked enough, and fought to regain myself. "Taehyung, what if I were to teach you how to read and write?"

The man raised his eyebrows. "Eh?"

"Well, it might come in handy one day, don't you think? It would require us to spend some long hours in the library together, and it might be a bit boring, but..."

Taehyung perked up, his eyes growing larger in size and gaining a bright sparkle that startled me a little. "Ah, yes, English is good. I should learn English writing!" The man nodded vigorously. "Let's do it! Let's start."

"Okay," I giggled, finding the butler's sudden enthusiasm extremely cute. "Lets begin tomorrow then. I believe we have Cupid's job to do today."

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"Kitchenhelp!"

Taehyung carried me into the downstairs kitchen like a loyal steed as I waved around my loveletter like it was a brand new discovery. "I have something to pass on to you."

Yoongi's face was covered in flower, but still void of any emotion. The man's cold, stoic behaviour was perhaps a little off-putting to most, but I couldn't help but admire him for it. He was capable of hiding his emotions better than anyone I'd ever met, and that included my own father. In some ways the kitchenhelp was more fit to be a crime-boss than I was, and it stung me. If only he would be able to teach me his ways. If only I wasn't made of glass. "I was given this letter and asked to hand it to you."

Yoongi hesitantly took the letter from me, his cat-like eyes narrowing with what I guessed was skepticism. "By who?"

"Not allowed to say," I mumbled with a shrug, pulling at Taehyung's jacket like tugging at the reins of a horse. "I'll let you read it in private, though. Tae, back to the library, please."

Taehyung made a neighing sound and obediently turned around, before galloping out of the kitchen like an absolute half-wit. I couldn't help but burst out into laughter as the butler raced up the stairs, and held on tight to his shirt, chuckling mischievously as my plan was brought into action.

"Do you think it'll work?" I asked, looking back over my shoulder. "God, what if doesn't and they figure out I wrote that letter? Do you think they'll resign?"

"Ah, don't worry, if it fails, I will take the blame," Taehying said, sounding full of conviction.

I wheezed. "Tae, please," I sighed, resting my full weight on the man's shoulders. "You can't read nor write, remember? "

"If you will be my teacher, I will be the new Shakespeare tomorrow!" the manservant said, and I couldn't help but laugh at how confident he sounded in his statement.

"The next Shakespeare, huh?" I giggled.

"I will credit you in all my work, no fear," Taehyung promised, giving my leg a squeeze that sent an electric zap throughout my body. The man began to carry me up the stairs leading to the second floor, and I crossed my arms around his neck just to keep him a little closer.

"Really?" I asked, the word leaving me as nothing but a breathy whisper. "That's very generous of you."

"You are deserving of generosity," Taehyung murmured, his voice as well, suddenly lowering in volume. "You are deserving of many things."

"What things?" I asked, chewing my lower lip. "Specifically?"

"Curious?" The servant asked.

"Very," I shamelessly admitted.

The butler smirked, and as he carried me to my room, I began to feel as though I didn't belong anywhere else but on his back. I forgot what it felt like to walk on my own, and was astonished by how incredibly comfortable it was to let the butler take control. Even if it was only for a moment. Time just seemed to move slower in his presence.

I had been looking at the nineteen-year-old as a boy eversince I met him because of his childlike nature and carefree spirit. But seeing him now, and trusting him now, I realized that he was so much more like a man than I ever could have imagined.

"All things that are good," Taehyung said after a while, opening the door to my room and carrying me inside. "You deserve all things that are good, master."

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Tutoring Taehyung was absolute hell.

I wished to curse the very part of me that suggested the entire thing, and loathed my brain for coming up with the silly idea yesterday afternoon.

I had to have been drunk. I had to have been out of my mind.

The butler was biting at the end of his pencil. That is all he was doing. He was chewing on a wooden stick out of boredom like people often tend to do, but it was making it impossible for me to breathe.

"A, b, c, d..."

"E, f, che," Taehyung finished, and I shook my head with a sympathetic smile when the butler got it wrong wrong the fifth time.

"No, G. As in, germany, or giraffe."

"What is giraffe?"

I blinked, the concept of someone not knowing what a giraffe is rattling me speechless for a moment.

"I'm stupid, no?" Taehyung asked when he noticed my dumbfoundedness. He used the pencil to scratch his scalp and groaned quite dramatically. "I'm sorry, master. I find it difficult."

"You're not stupid," I said with a frown. "You are insightful and perceptive. Much more so than most educated people I've met. Learning a new language at an older age is terribly difficult. That's why my father began to teach me Italian the moment I was born."

"Ah, right, you speak Italian..." Taehyung said as though he'd genuinely forgotten. "You like it?"

"It's a charming language," I murmured. "I only speak it at my boarding-school in Italy, though. Or with my father."

"Only then?" Taehyung asked, dragging the tip of his pencil across his lips as his eyes fell up and down my face.

I swallowed dryly, convincing myself that I was surely seeing things when it seemed the butler wouldn't look away from my lips. "I suppose it slips out every now and then... you know? In moments of passion."

"Ah... good," Taehyung said, letting his pencil slide between his teeth once again.

"G-good?" I asked, blinking rapidly.

"Because I would like to hear," Taehyung explained as though he was making perfect sense. "I will wait until you have this 'moment of passion'. Is that okay?"

The butler stared at me again, those chocolate eyes carrying both the innocence of a child and the allure of a performer in a way I never thought possible. "I... s-suppose so," I stammered, doing everything in my power to remain level-headed. "If you'd like to hear it that badly..."

Taehyung gave a curt nod, before finally setting down his pencil, and allowing me to take in oxygen for what felt like the first time in forever. "I would."