"Jung Ah"    I jump at the sound of Madam Oh's approaching voice. "Our new maid. She'll be in charge of my son, okay? No — I'm not gonna pay her double unless she has a certificate from nursing school. She's on duty starting this morning, we need her. Come on —"    Madam Oh rounds the corner, holding a mobile phone to her ear. "Jung Ah!" She says in surprise. "What are you doing? Still not dressed? Buck up!" She heads off again and I scuttle back to my room. I close the door and stare at myself in the mirror.    I pick up the blue uniform and finger it, my mind whirling around and round. Hurriedly I put on my uniform and run a comb through my hair. Then I stand to face myself in the mirror.    It will be fine. It's not like I'm doing anything else right now. It's not like I have anywhere else to go.    An ahjumma (aunty) in my previous workplace had offerred me this job after she heard my bloody fate that I was kicked out of our flat because of the over-dued rent pay. She asked me if I didn't have any money left, and I said yes. Although the truth was I got more than two hundred thousands won left in my account — Jungkook's death insurance — in which I swore to myself I won't touch a single penny. Where the money came from seriously give me a doubt.    'My sister runs a housekeeper agency, and she's in urgency to find a person who can cook, do the laundry, and another thing is.. that person must be able to keep up with a very sick employer. I heard they pay you double if you do great job in feeding their son with hospital pills. I know.. it sounds really desperate, right? But you should try. They give you perfect accomodation as well. It's a big money.'    I know it's kinda abrupt to offer myself as a maid, or more like a nanny to a son of one of the richest household in Korea, which I heard he had been in an accident, an awful event that caused him a trauma. I don't know. I mean.. I don't really care. I just need a job. And a place to live in. I will just sort this out later.    As I walk down the stairs, the Ohs are both standing at the bottom, looking up at me. I have never felt more self-concious in my life. I'm a maid. I have to behave like a maid.    "Sleep alright, Jung Ah?" Asks Madam Oh as I arrive down in the hall.    "Very well, Madam. Thank you." I reply.    "That's good." Madam Oh rocks back and forth on the soles of her feet. She seems just a little awkward. Underneath the make-up, the expensive clothes, there seems just a hint of uncertainty about the Ohs. Meanwhile, the CEO's eyes fix to the 'BizNews' portal in his tablet. He doesn't say a word of welcome to me.    "You'll be wanting to know my son," She says, looking intensely to my eyes. I barely nod.    "Yes.. of course. I would like to see him." I say with a confident smile. "I'm actually looking forward to see him!"   It's only a person. It's only a man in his early twenties. He's basically at my age, and we can be friends.    Madam Oh leads the way into the vast, maple hallway, and this time I look around more carefully, trying to take in details. Everywhere I look I can see shiny vase, small pots made of expensive porcelline. All the rooms in this house are huge. We finally there at the last door. This one is about the size of my flat, with pale walls and big windows overlooking the garden. It has the plainest bed, vast and square and made up with crisp white bedlinen.    "This is my son's. He's out for the check up in the moment,"    I nod my head, eyes still looking around the unfamiliar space.   "So, Jung Ah" She says in a formal tone, " your role as a maid — not exactly a maid actually but you'll be taking extra care of my son, and your job will comprise — "    I don't really quite listening to her as I am fascinated by how neat the room is.    "Jung Ah?"    "I'm sorry?" I stare at her.   Madam Oh clicks her tongue in exasperation. "Your role as my son's caretaker," she says, more slowly, "will comprise all cleaning, laundry, and cooking. But most importantly, you will have to make sure that my son eats his medicine on time. Without any fuss."    Without any fuss? Her son must be furious.    "Any objection?"    For a moment, I am too dumbfounded to speak. "Jung Ah, do you have any objection?"    I look around the room, trying to gather my wits.    "No, Madam. I am absolutely fine with everything." I finally say.   ****   The next morning I set my alarm early and arrive in the Ohs' son room before eight, as instructed by Madam Oh. It is about time her son needs to be getting ready for the check up in the hospital. The room is quiet and there are no sounds, except the sounds of water dripping from the shower. I guess the young master wakes up from bed already.    As quietly as I can I take the clothes from the laundry basket and put everything away in the washing machine. I make the bed, straightening the linen and fold the thick, but light white comforter and place it nicely on the bed. Then I look around, my gaze falls at the gleaming granite book racks around the room. Books, CDs, medals, all the latest gadgets, photo frames — they are all arranged neatly according to the types.    My gaze returns to the photo frame, and when it does, it's his eyes I see. Not the way I used to see them — around every corner, behind my own closed lids at the start of each day back in high school. No, because this time his piercing eyes are always misty, they are so dark, and deep, as if they hold the biggest secret inside. A photo of him, dressed in black, leaning against the metal chair like a tired child. I peer closer at the photo. Is that really him?    Is that really you, Oh Sehun?    A few years after Jungkook left, I decided to quit school. I felt like everything was over for me since I lost my Jungkook. I almost committed suicide, because I could barely accept the fact that Jungkook had died in such an unfairly manner. I didn't say goodbye to any of my classmates, when suddenly one day I broke the unspoken embargo on all things about my former school and Han Hyo Joo mailed me about the sudden transfer of Oh Sehun few months after I left.    'Jung Ah, I thought you should at least know this. Oh Sehun had left. It was so sudden and kids at school are saying things like he's admitted and severely injured. It could be some diseases.. probably HIV positive.'    Now, I try to summon the details, to recall if it said anything about Sehun is a chaebol son or he lives in such a big mansion. I look up again and train my fingers a