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Inspired by Girlfriend, Jay Park. Credit goes to SidusHQ. No copyright infringement intended.
If any fanfics are actually similar to mine, do not freak out and tell me I am plagiarising you. It is just a coincidence that our brains are awesome and we sorta came up with the same plot, okay? Okay.
By the way, the entire page is rushed through one night. So don't be surprise if you see mistakes here and there.
Maids. Butlers.
Masters. Heirs.
Tea. Pastries.
School. Friendships.
Job. Passion.
Life. Romance.
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A rather big number of teenagers in Seoul were so unfortunate that they had to find a job to support their family.
9 of the crowd were lucky enough to get one particular job.
Maids and Butlers.
And everyday job you say?
Wait till you see the insights of their job.
Foreword
I've yet find the Yakgwa* stall, after searching for at least a bag of it for an entire hour. Where the hell are those honey-fried cakes? And why in the world is this market so big, gigantic, humongous or whatever big-sized? It's a pain in the to walk around, in search of one particular ingredient because your master wants it. Before I knew it, I'm nearly at the end of the market! I feel like giving up all my hopes.
"Yakgwa! Yakgwa for sale! Freshly made from scratch and recently fried! Yakgwa! 50 cents a piece! 2 dollars for 5!" Yakgwa? My ears perked up as I heard the word, the particular word that I've been crawling around, searching for it. Immediately, I popped my head upwards to search for the stall, and there it was, right there, the small stall in between the stall that sells other fried food while the other sells clothes. I would have been crying tears of joy if I wasn't in public.
I dashed towards the said stall, the plastic bag in my hands bouncing with every quick step I took. I was holding back the grin by biting down my lip, I know I would look like a fool if I grin over simple honey-fried cakes, but I failed miserably as my grin only grew wider. Nevermind that anymore, because the smell of frying honey batter filled my nostrils, and the heat from the hot oil rushing across my skin as I reached there.
My grinned dropped though. It faltered as soon as I saw the small basket that was probably onced filled with them Yakgwa. "What? Where are the cakes?" I asked the old grandmother who was busy putting away some money. She looked up at me and instantly smiled, as if she knew something. It was kinda creepy so I asked the same question again. "There." She pointed to the right with her bony, wrinkly finger. "That young dear bought all the cakes I had." She explained and the only thing I saw was a crowded path, that is, until the path cleared only to reveal a girl. A petite girl.
The girl had long, smooth-looking, waist-length brown hair, and obviously she had smooth skin due to the fact that her arms were free of spots and pimples, and she had milky skin too. I couldn't see her face though, as much as I wanted to drop everything and run after her just to peek at her face, I won't, because that's just creepy. Her slim figure was actually covered with a maid outfit though - A classic maid outfit, that is. You know, those puffed sleeves and the slightly puffed dress. The white ruffles that surrounded the white apron, that was tied tightly around her neck and waist. Them knee-long white stockings and the black Mary Jane heels. All the while, the cuffs around her wrist and the headpiece completed the entire outfit. In her arms, hang a, what seems to me, is a basket. No, two in each arm. They must have been heavy since she looked like she was struggling.
A black car came into halt and the door opens, revealing a average-sized man in a black suit. He opened the passager's door and gestured the said girl in, and she obeyed after a bow, and probably a smile. Something caught my eye right before the door was closed, the girl was wearing striking, neon pink studs and had blood-red plump lips, makeup definitely She was already a beauty even if I couldn't see her full face.
I hope I could see her some other time. I waited for the grandmother to finish frying the new batch of cakes before paying with a smile, and leaving back for the mansion.
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*Yakgwa is made of wheat flour kneaded with oil, honey and alcohol. The batter is fried and then dipped into honey.
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