♪ Listen to (Lupin by Kara): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpQWfyOOZqA ♫

 ______’s POV:

            I wonder what was up with my mom today. At 8pm she asked me to go pick up some last minute groceries at the nearby supermarket. She also told me that if I happened to meet someone there then tell her immediately. Ignoring her orders, I looked at the list of food and picked up each one. Tossing a box of cereal into the metal cart, I continued rolling it throughout the aisles. I then came across a sample stand advertising Treetop Grape Juice.

            “Oooo, I’m thirsty,” I said as I heftily grabbed the most filled cup. Continuing to stroll down the aisles, I had a full cup of grape juice in my hand as well. I was humming Ring Ding Dong by SHINee, completely spacing out as I kept moving the cart forward at a rather quick pace. Suddenly…

            “YAH!”

            “OMO!”

            *CRASH!*

            “OW!”

            “OUCH!”

            My cart crashed with a stranger’s and I lost my balance and fell on top of him. I felt the paper cup filled with grape juice fly out of my hands and onto the victim’s crisp white dress shirt.

            *Uh…oh…*

            In an instinct, I got off of him and stood up. Putting on my glasses that was buried in the mess of carton foods, I said, “Sorry!” I bowed. As I looked up to meet his eyes I suddenly realized that the victim was very, very…beautiful. Like one of those pretty flower boys that you see in dramas. I prayed that he’d take this incident lightly…but he didn’t.

            “Sorry? Is that all you can say?!” Pretty Boy shrieked. He grabbed a fistful of his shirt and his eyes looked like they were going to break. “How are you supposed to pay for my now grape stained $5,000 Armani suit!?!”

            “5-5-5,000 dollars?!” It was my turn to shriek. “Y-Y-You want me to pay for it?!”

            “You didn’t think that you’d get away with this, did you?” he backfired.

            I was on the verge of tears. How would I pay for the damage I’ve caused? To an innocent stranger who got his bucks beaten because of my clumsy shopping cart driving? I barely had $200 in my bank account, let alone over 10x that amount!

            “How can I pay you back? I-I don’t even know you…” I said.

            He laughed and looked like he didn’t believe me. “You must be joking. How is it that you don’t know who I am?”

            “I really don’t!”

            Pretty Boy went over to the magazine rack and pulled out three of the main titles. He shoved them into my arms. “Look who’s on the cover,” he commanded.

            “Kim Jaejoong, heir of Simply Kim Luxury Hotels. Awarded for iest body of 2008 and 2009,” I read.

            The iest body part didn’t make sense to me…but the fact that he was rich and high class rang the bell.

            “Y-You’re…the famous Kim Jaejoong…” I stuttered.

            *Oh…crud*

            “Now you understand? If you don’t pay me back my men will come running after you. I don’t let people like you run away after what you’ve done,” Jaejoong said, arms crossed.

            “People like me?” I repeated the offending part.

            “Yeah, commoners.”

            “Ohhh…” I looked up at him. “But then how will I pay you back?”

            “You’ll work for it.”

            “H-Huh?”

            Jaejoong took his wallet out of his now stained suit jacket and pulled out a small white paper card.

            “This is the address. Come there tomorrow morning and you’ll work as my slave,” he commanded.

            “Slave?!”

            “Yup. When you’re done with the card you can auction it off on ebay or something. I bet my fans would LOVE to buy that thing off of you,” Jaejoong replied.

            This jerk actually has fans? I’ve met hobos ten times nicer then him! Jaejoong left with his cart of food and disappeared around the corner. For a guy to be so amazingly beautiful, he sure was a jerk. I picked up my share of food off of the floor and paid for the groceries that my mom wanted me to get. I obviously was upset that I am now a ‘slave’. Plus, tomorrow’s Saturday, I was going to read and go to the park like what I mostly do on weekends. But now, I have a new job and it doesn’t even pay!

            When I got home my mom was waiting for me anxiously along with my dad who was all jittery. “Did you meet anyone? Huh?” my mom pestered.

            I didn’t want to tell her about my slavery work and since they have enough things to worry about with the debts, I didn’t have the need to tell them that I’d just met Kim Jaejoong.

            “No, I didn’t meet anyone.” I dumped the supermarket bags onto the kitchen counter and scurried upstairs to my room. I had enough of an adventure tonight.

♪ Listen to (Run Devil Run by SNSD): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_gfD3nvh-8 ♫

            The next morning when my alarm sounded for 8:00am I practically had to drag myself to get changed and washed up for my slavery work today. I took the public bus and the bus driver urged to charge me more because where I wanted to go was in ‘the rich community of Seoul’.

            When I came across Jaejoong’s house I couldn’t believe my mind. His mansion was bigger than the mall down my street! I approached the front gates and wondered how I’ll get in. I turned over to the small speaker beside the brick column.

            “Hello?” I spoke into the speaker.

            “Who’s this?” came a voice from the other side.

            “Um, it’s-

            “Let her off Kenny. She’s my slave, let her in.”

            The gates opened in a flash and I hesitantly stepped inside. It was like a mile walk to even get to the front door! I definitely messed with the wrong person this time. The front door opened as soon as I approached it. Jaejoong came into view. He was wearing a red dress shirt that was buttoned down WAY too low with the cuffs rolled up which made me start to gawk and black suit pants with black shiny loafers. Does this guy dress all fancy every day? Today my hair was in its original ponytail and the same old glasses with an oversized sweatshirt and jeans.

            “You’re here,” Jaejoong spoke.

            “Yeah. What do I have to do first?”

            Jaejoong led me into his house. “Take off your shoes,” he commanded.

            “Ok, ok,” I said as I took off my converse. This guy sure is demanding.

            Jaejoong threw a red folder into my hands.

            “What is this?” I asked.

            “Your list of things to do,” Jaejoong replied.

            I opened the folder and looked at the whole stash of papers in it. Every page was filled from top to bottom, filled with endless things for me to do.

            “Clean the bathroom, make lunch, clean room, clean pool…aren’t these all just chores?” I asked.

            “Yeah; my mom asked me to do all this stuff but since now you’re my slave, there should be no problem, right?” Jaejoong said in fake enthusiasm.

            “You’re disgusting,” I said at Jaejoong’s laziness. I still had some dignity left in me.

            “Thanks for the compliment. Now get to work,” Jaejoong responded, unaffected.

            So throughout the day I was scrubbing tiles, mopping floors, folding clothes, and also getting my back dislocated from all the bending down I had to do. By noon, my hands and feet were sore and I felt as if I was going to die. Jaejoong was nowhere in sight so I sneaked into the kitchen to get something to drink. Opening the fridge, a big can of soda came into view.

            *Yum!*

            I grabbed the can in a flash and popped open the can. I was mindlessly walking back to the backyard to finish the pool cleaning when all of a sudden; I bumped into someone…someone wearing a red shirt…

            *UH OH!*

            For the second time in a row…I had stained Kim Jaejoong’s clothes…I’m in it deep now…

            Jaejoong looked plain furious. His eyes were practically on fire and I swear that I heard a snarl.

            “WHAT THE FCK YOU B.TCH! THIS IS THE SECOND TIME! WHAT’S WITH YOU AND DRINKS?!?!” Jaejoong yelled.

            That was it. The last straw.

            “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” I yelled in his face.

            “Did you just talk back to me?” Jaejoong asked.

            “Yeah, so what?” I come backed.

            “That means double-no-triple work for you!” Jaejoong threatened.

            *Gosh, I don’t even care anymore. Who cares if his men come after me?*

            “Is this what you enjoy? Asking other people to do your dirty work for you? I told you I was sorry when I dumped grape juice on your suit but now, I can say that this second incident is purposely made.” I stepped up and poured the rest of the soda on top of his head. The brown liquid ran down from the tip of his head to the ends of his hair. “Now that was on purpose.” I threw the can to the floor with a thwonk and stormed out of the mansion.

            *Never, ever, am I doing his work for him ever again, even if I have to pay for his $5,000 suit*

            On the other hand, Jaejoong was too shocked at my stand off to even speak let alone move. He didn’t even know my name.

            *if I ever see that again…I’ll make her life a living hell then it already is*