By 10 a.m., I've ironed more than twenty shirts, put a load of laundry on and hoovered the conservatory. By lunch time, I've dusted and hoovered all the downstairs rooms and polished all the mirrors. By 7 p.m., I've finished preparing for the dinner with the other maids and take out the cucumber kimchi from the refrigerator to be laid on the dining table with some other dishes. I've even prepared bubble tea with extra milk for Oh Sehun.    With a pleasant flutter in my stomach, I smooth down my apron, push open the kitchen door and call my employers.   "Madam Oh? Young master? Mr. CEO?"    Silence.   "Madam Oh?" I try again.    There's absolutely no reply. I would have thought they'd be hovering around the dining room by now. I investigate the rooms on the ground floor, but they're all empty. Cautiously, I start to advance up the stairs.   "Er.. Madam Oh?" I call hesitantly. "Dinner is served."    I can hear her voices from the end of the corridor as I take a few steps forward. "Madam Oh?"    Suddenly a door is violently flung open.    "You've been acting like a kid, Oh Sehun!" Madam Oh's voice comes shrilling through the air. "We did everything we could to save you! It was all for you! We're trying to save you!"    "I don't ing need anyone to help me!" Oh Sehun is yelling back. "Save me? Is that all the words that you can tell? You aren't trying to save me, Oemma! You, and Abuji are killing me! If you understood anything you wouldn't do this! You wouldn't do anything more terrible than this!"   "I understand!" Madam Oh sounds apoplectic. "Don't tell me I don't understand!"    I start backing away silently on tiptoe when I see Oh Sehun's eyes turn hard, and red. His face is bright red and I believe his heart is beating fast right now, judging from his shivering hands. Madam Oh strides out the room in a whirlwind of pink and stops short as she sees me.   "Dinner's ready, Madam." I mumble, my eyes fixed on the carpet.    "Don't let him out of the room," The CEO comes marching out of Sehun's room. I don't realize he was there all this while. His face is hard like a stone, and he frowns.   "You heard him, Jung Ah." Madam Oh gives a tiny nod to me. "All of you are not allowed to open this door unless I tell you so,"    "Yes, madam." I nod, and venture. "We've made dinner," The CEO stalks to the stairs, marching with Madam Oh. "We're not in the mood for eating." She walks away with her muffled voice. I stare at the door in disbelief. We've done our best to prepare the dinner, they can't just not eat it. I walk to Sehun's room, but the door has already banged shut.    "Young master?" I knock on his door. "The dinner's ready." But he doesn't answer.   "Sehun?" I whisper, but loud enough for him to hear me from inside. "I've bought you bubble tea, with extra milk. You should have some,"    Silence.    "Oh Sehun?"    That is when I heard a loud noise from inside, as Sehun lashes out the vase with one arm and knocks the huge mirror in his room to the floor and broke it. It is loud that makes me let go of the hand towel and cover my ears. It's a noise I have never heard — the sound of pure pain — and it takes me a moment to realize it is coming from Oh Sehun.   "Young master? Are you alright?" I knock the door once again. "Let me in, please! I need to clean your room," It is the only excuse I could make up for this moment. But Sehun doesn't budge.    "Sehun, listen up!" I try again with another excuse. "I'm going out tomorrow morning to buy groceries with Ahjumma. Do you want anything? Bubble tea? Tteokbukki? Fishcakes?"    Sehun doesn't answer. I can hear water running.    "Young master?" I yell. "Oh Sehun?" I flick through my silly excuses again. "I'm going to make my own decision for the flavor then... " I pause as I glance at the clock. It's been ten minutes since I've knocked the door, fifteen since I heard the water is running.    "Young master?" I call out. "Are you okay?"   No answer.   "Sehun?"   Now, I'm getting nervous.    I rattle the knob and yell his name again to make all the maids come upstairs and ask me what happens. The bodyguards come running to his room and throw all their weight against the door so that the lock pops open.    The faucet is running. And Oh Sehun is lying unconscious on the floor, a small piece of broken glasses in his left hand, his right wrist is completely drenched in blood.    "Get Dr. Baek immediately!"   ****   If there is a silver lining in any of this, it's that being stranded in Ohs' huge mansion has put us in spitting distance of some of the best medical facilities in the infirmary. I see Baekhyun in such a rush, instructing this and that to the nurses, the beep sound of machine is heard.   I grab Baekhyun's sleeve. "Is he.. okay?"    "Jung Ah," He says, "we're doing everything we can." He fiddles with a knob on the monitor and readjusts the band around Sehun's wrist. "I'm still not getting a heartbeat— " One of the nurses says, in panic.    "What?" I struggle to a standing position as Ahjumma tries to hold me back. "Why not?"    "Please, bring her out," He commands to one of the bodyguards. "I'll try my best to save him, Jung Ah." He looks me in the eye.    "Please," I whisper. He nods, and closes the door.  I wait for Oh Sehun outside the room with my hands stick to each other as I silently pray to God. I pray that Sehun will be okay. I pray that Sehun will open his eyes again. I pray so that Sehun will never be sad anymore.    "Let Sehun open his eyes again, please," A sob finally comes out as I attempt to not shed any tears. That is when I overheard something that I shouldn't. I peek over the study room to see Madam Oh and the CEO, they are talking — more like shouting to one another — about something.    "He's your son, for God's sake!" Madam Oh bursts into tears. "You shouldn't have been greedy! What you'd done back then wasn't enough to rip our son's heart into two? You're ruining him!"    "I wasn't! And you're well aware about that!" The CEO retords. "Transferring him to States is the best thing we can do to save your precious son! He's a freak! He's dangerous, okay? Today he's trying to kill himself, what about tomorrow? What if tomorrow he kills you?"    The words utter from the CEO shoot me like a time bomb. I close my mouth with both hands. I can't believe how selfish the CEO is. I cannot believe Sehun has been treated this cruel over five years.    "He's not crazy! Baekhyun tries to save him, and he'll always keep trying! You heard him last time, don't you? He said Sehun is improving!" The CEO cuts him short, and hard. "Improving? What ing improvement was he talking about? Look at him now, he's ruining himself! He doesn't even need my help,"    "You're horrible," Madam Oh says, her voice is getting lower. "You made our son like this. If you didn't agree to what Hong's family suggested five years ago, my son wouldn't have to suffer. You, and Hong's, both of you are selfish rats. You guys are a murderer. You even killed someone to save your company— " A slap hits Madam Oh's cheek, and her face turns red, I can see her eyes misty.   A murderer?   Someone had been killed?   "What you have today, comes from all my hard and dirty work. Hong's family has helped us so much, that much was nothing to return their favors. And I remind you, don't ever mention about the accident that happened in Daegu to Sehun again. You will not want to know what I'll do if Sehun knows about that," I take a few steps back and hide behind the door when the CEO comes out the room, leaving devastating Madam Oh.    "Jung Ah," Ahjumma calls me from Sehun's room. A smile on her face finally makes me feel so relieved.    ****   By then Sehun has regained consciousness, even if he's so weak he can't sit up. "Don't worry.. " he murmurs. "Happens... a lot."    Just like that I realize, no matter how much I think I already know about Oh Sehun, there is a great deal more I don't. While he's examined by Baekhyun and given a transfusion, I sit and wait. It is raining outside, and the mansion is deathly q