Originally posted by Sugutie
Summary: Namjoon is a lowly servant in a fairy-tale kingdom, and all he wants is to go to the ball.
Genre: fairytale, fluff, namjoon x reader
A/N: This is my first fic inspired by Disney’s Cinderella! I apologize for it being so Namjoon-centered despite it being a Namjoon x Reader fic. Hope you all like! <3
Namjoon wanted to go to the ball.
“Ha! What for?” Lady Yang scoffed.
“Dance?” Lady Yang grimaced. “More likely to try to meet a girl there, no? But that’s preposterous. Who would want to marry someone as accident-prone as you? You’d burn the house down! Cause the crops to wither! Slice the arm of your wife off! Imagine if you caught the princess’s eye! Forget risking her life, you might steal her away from my sons! No, no, Namjoon. That won’t do at all.”
“I won’t try to marry anyone,” Namjoon tried. “I’ll just dance for a while and then go home.”
“I won’t have it, Namjoon. Besides, there’s still the carriage you broke this morning that still has to be fixed. I imagine that will take all day today and tomorrow to fix and we will need it for the ball. Lord, what I have to put up with you.”
Namjoon’s spirits sank low. If only he hadn’t shattered the largest ruby of Lady Yang’s priceless necklace when he was helping her move in a few years ago. Then he wouldn’t be stuck in this endless servitude trying to pay her back. Moreover, he keeps breaking stuff while working under her and sometimes it adds to his debt. Lady Yang would have gotten ridden of him a long time ago, but fortunately, the stuff he breaks is usually inexpensive or nothing he can’t fix.
He figures his situation is about the best it can get. His mother left him and his father when he was a baby so he never really knew her, and his father died when he was twelve, leaving him homeless, penniless, and to join bands of youngsters in similar situations who would work odd jobs to make a living. That was how he got to help Lady Yang move in and create the accident that would resign him to a life of servitude under her. It was hard work that lasted all day, but Namjoon had his own room, even though it was dusty and not always warm. And Namjoon also had regular meals, so how could he complain?
Namjoon had few pleasures, such as tasting fruit pies as he made the dessert he was in charge of each night or going to the gadget shop whenever he need a tool or materials to fix something he broke because, on the way, he passes by the puppet show in the town square which he finds hilarious.
One of the things he really enjoyed, however, was dancing. He knew the basics of waltzing and such thanks to the few opportunities he had during town festivals to dance with a partner. Mostly he’d just dance by himself in his room at night. He thought himself good, experimenting with new moves, but then he’d look up at the mice plushies sitting on his shelf judging his dancing with clear distaste. So maybe Namjoon wasn’t the best dancer, but it made him happy. He was really hoping he would be let to go to the ball, but he supposed it was a pleasure he would have to do without.
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