Mini Drama: Devil’s Tears: The Plan

 

          Immediately the next day, while Mingyu was still lying comfortably on his soft mattress –which was not just a good dream but its real-, someone knocked and open the door.

 

Butler:

Good morning, young master!

You have to take your breakfast and shower. You’re tutors are on their way to your school.

 

          Mingyu with his half opened, blurry eyes were still scanning the situation. Again, the butler called him and reminded him what he had to do. Slowly, the Cinderella Mingyu opened his eyes to find out that he was not in his relatives’ house nor inside the devil’s lair. He was inside a very peaceful and beautiful place; though, he did not eliminate the fact that he may have died somewhere to wake up in such a wonderful place.

 

Mingyu:

Is this the real heaven?

(Still half asleep.)

 

Butler:

(He giggled)

Young master, you’re inside your suite.

Let me introduce myself.

          The young man with a chubby face who’s wearing a very beautiful smile dressed in an elegant black suit, bowed before him.

 

Butler:

Good day, young master.

I’m Boo Seungkwan, your private assistant.

Nice to meet you.

 

          Mingyu helped himself to rise from the bed wearing a confused charming face.

 

Mingyu:

What? Who?

Who’s young master?

The devil?

(Many sorts of question came out from his mouth.)

 

Seungkwan:

(He kept on giggling.)

Young master, it is you I am talking about. I am hired to be your assistant.

Sir Jun hired me.

 

Mingyu:

(His eyes became big when he realized that he was still in a dream. Probably not, maybe on a fairytale.)

Oh! Don’t call me young master. I’m not rich.

(He smiled.)

 

Seungkwan:

Just as Sir Jun said, you’re a nice person.

I’m happy to be at your service.

 

Mingyu:

I’m not in some kind of play, right?

 

Seungkwan:

(He was clueless of what his young master was talking about.)

What do you mean?

 

Mingyu:

Nothing.

 

Seungkwan:

Young master-

 

Mingyu:

Oh, please, call me Mingyu.

(He smiled brightly.)

 

Seungkwan:

But, they will scold me.

 

Mingyu:

I insist.

 

Seungkwan:

Okay then.

(Resumed with his reminder.)

Your breakfast is ready, sir… I mean, Mingyu.

 

Mingyu:

Oh, thank you.

 

Seungkwan:

Your tutor will arrive at the lecture room… (In a school)

(Flipped his watch.)

At around 10:00, so you only have 1 hour and 30 minutes to eat and take your shower and 15 minutes to travel.

 

Mingyu:

Tutor?

 

Seungkwan:

Yes, your academic teacher will arrive at 10:00, then your English teacher will arrive at 1 in the afternoon. While, your Chinese teacher will arrive at 4:00 in the afternoon. Your French teacher will arrive here in Korea next week and your schedule with him is every 7:00 in the evening.

(He smiled awkwardly after saying his busy schedule.)

And, for your training (in the company)… you will do it during Saturdays.

(He added)

 

Mingyu:

Okay.

 

          It surprised Seungkwan that Mingyu was just okay with it, while so far with his other masters from his previous jobs, they always wails when they hear of their hectic schedule.

 

Mingyu:

I’ll be fast so I won’t be late.

 

Seungkwan:

Your breakfast is at the dining table.

 

Mingyu:

Okay. c’mon, let’s eat!

 

Seungkwan:

Oh, I can’t join you.

 

Mingyu:

Why?

(He pulled the chair to seat.)

 

Seungkwan:

It’s… it’s… not appropriate.

 

Mingyu:

Who said that?

 

Seungkwan:

Well, no one but it’s a must for a servant like me.

 

Mingyu:

Please join me. These food are a lot for me to eat alone.

(He persuade him more.)

I bet you’re hungry.

C’mon! Join me.

(He insisted.)

 

Seungkwan:

Oh, I already eat.

(Remained firm.)

 

Mingyu:

Then I’ll tell Jun hyung that I had an upset stomach because you did not join me in breakfast.

(He threated the poor servant.)

 

Seungkwan:

Please don’t tell that. They’ll fire me.

 

Mingyu:

Really?

Then join me before I tell them.

(Smiled widely.)

 

          The boy Cinderella, took a bite of his delicious breakfast.

 

Mingyu:

Wow!

It’s delicious!

Seungkwan-ah, come. Taste this one.

(Reached his hand with food to the poor servant.)

 

          Seungkwan didn’t move an inch from his position and stood firmly up straight. Mingyu noticed that no matter what, Seungkwan wouldn’t move, so he again and took advantage of him being scared of losing his job.

 

Mingyu:

(He felt his arm started to numb.)

My hands start hurting.

(Pouted his lips.)

 

          Seungkwan had no choice but to eat the food on Mingyu’s hand.

 

Mingyu:

Thank you.

Now seat and eat.

(He imitated Wonwoo)

It’s an order.

(Together with his glaring eyes.)

 

          The two eat quietly, but it was obvious that the food was so good. Mingyu couldn’t help but to keep on eating; even though, he’s already full. Then, when Mingyu and Seungkwan finished eating, Mingyu started to collect the plates and put the left overs inside the refrigerator neatly. Seungkwan stopped him from doing that because it was his job.

 

Seungkwan:

Maste- I mean Mingyu-ssi, please take your shower. Let me do that for you.

 

Mingyu:

I’m just fine.

Besides, it’s just an easy task.

 

Seungkwan:

Please, take your shower.

(He pleaded)

 

Mingyu:

(Gave up with Seungkwan’s persistent plead)

Okay. Call me when you need me.

 

Seungkwan:

I should be the one who’s telling you that, Mingyu-ssi.

And, your clothes are on your dressing room.

 

Mingyu:

Okay.

 

          Then, the boy walked to the shower and took a bath. Meanwhile, someone knocked on the door, so Seungkwan opened it. He was surprised when he saw Jun with someone. A scary person from his stare; nevertheless, the butler immediately greeted his masters.

 

Seungkwan:

Good morning!

 

Jun:

(He smiled.)

Good morning! How’s Mingyu?

 

Seungkwan:

He’s tak-

(His words were halted when Mingyu shouted.)

 

Mingyu:

I’m done!

Seungkwan-ah, what should I wear?

(He was confused upon seeing a sea of beautiful clothes and accessories including shoes, watches, bags, and etcetera.)

 

          On the other hand, Seungkwan checked his watch and he was amazed that Mingyu just showered for about 5 minutes.

 

Seungkwan:

He’s fast.

(He muttered.)

Dress anything you like, master!

(He shouted because he couldn’t leave the two gentlemen alone.)

 

Mingyu:

(He shouted.)

I told you to drop the master!

My name is Mingyu and not Master!

 

          Seungkwan closed his eyes in embarrassment upon hearing those words; moreover, it was heard by his boss. Surprisingly, Seungkwan got the wrong impression of Jun. He thought that he was strict that he’d get angry when he knew about the dropping of names/titles. But instead of getting angry, he laughed. The surprised Seungkwan made his eyes open widely for a moment without blinking.

 

Jun:

He seemed fazed. Go and help him.

 

Seungkwan:

Oh, yes master.

 

Jun:

Is the stylist not here yet?

 

Seungkwan:

Ah, nobody came.

 

          After a few moments, a beautiful and y lady came from the door.

 

Stylist:

Good morning! I am the stylist.

(She introduced herself with full of confidence.)

 

Seungkwan:

Oh, please, my master is waiting inside the room.

Please follow me.

 

          Seungkwan led him inside the dressing room. The butler went first to check on his master and informed him that his stylist was already outside.

 

Seungkwan:

Mingyu-ssi.

 

Mingyu:

Just Mingyu.

 

Seungkwan:

Okay.

Ummm… you must put on your bathrobe because your sty-

 

          The young man did not even finished his sentence when the stylist came inside the room. Mingyu was surprised upon seeing a lady, who’s just wearing a plain black crop (brassiere-type) top with a suit hanging on her shoulders and a loose flare boho pants, standing on her stiletto gladiator-inspired sandals.

 

          Mingyu, on the other hand, pulled Seungkwan close to him to cover his body, not actually but he’s only wearing his underwear.

 

 

Mingyu:

Who is she?

 

Seungkwan:

(Sighed)

She’s your stylist.

 

Mingyu:

What does she do?

 

Stylist:

I’m here to dress you up.

 

Mingyu:

I-i- can do it by myself.

(Well, he got the wrong idea of what a stylist do, since he came from an uncivilized place.)

 

Stylist:

(She giggled)

Oh, you’re so cute.

(Talked to Seungkwan)

I will help him immediately.

You can leave us alone.

 

Mingyu:

n-no, Seungkwan will stay here.

(He came close to Seungkwan’s ear to whisper.)

Seungkwan-ah, tell her to wear her suit. Is she feeling hot?

She’s only wearing her underwear.

 

          Seungkwan couldn’t help but to adore his master’s innocence and did what he was told to.

 

Seungkwan:

Ms…

(He did not know her name.)

 

Stylist:

I’m Ara.

 

Seungkwan:

(He resumed)

Ms. Ara, my master is not pleased with your…

(Looked from her head to toe.)

Outfit.

 

Stylist:

(She was surprised.)

Should I remove the suit?

 

Mingyu:

N-no! no!

That’s not what I meant!

(He panicked)

 

Seungkwan:

(Looked at his innocent master.)

He wished to put on your suit because you’re showing some skin and my master doesn’t like it.

 

Stylist:

Oh!

(She said with a flirty tone.)

I see. Such an innocent man.

(She came close to Mingyu)

Then, let’s start.

(Tried to seduce the handsome Mingyu.)

 

          On the other hand, Mingyu felt uncomfortable with her and whispered something to Seungkwan, while the stylist was choosing his clothes.

 

Mingyu:

Seungkwan-ah, I’m shy.

Can I ask her to leave after she give me the clothes? I can do it by myself.

 

Seungkwan:

(He found his master cute and giggled.)

I will tell her if you want.

 

Mingyu:

Yes, please.

 

          Finally, the stylist already chose the perfect clothes for his first day in school.

 

Ara:

Here, try this.

 

          She handed Mingyu a turtle neck long sleeves, a mid-length trench coat, a dark washed jeans, and a boots, since it was still cold outside due to the season changing to spring.

 

Mingyu:

(He shyly get the clothes.)

Okay, I’ll change now.

 

Ara:

He’s really adorable and at the same time, handsome.

 

Mingyu:

(Blushed)

I will change on my own.

Please…

 

Seungkwan:

We’ll call you when he’s done.

 

Ara:

You don’t have to feel shy?

(She kept on seducing him.)

 

Mingyu:

Please, let me handle.

(He hid himself at the back of Seungkwan like a puppy.)

 

Ara:

If you say so.

 

          The stylist stepped outside while the two boys were busy figuring out how would he wear those fancy clothes. Good thing, there’s Seungkwan to the rescue.

 

Seungkwan:

Done!

 

          Seungkwan was in awe when he saw an upgraded master, from a boy to a well grown man in just a matter of a few minutes. He knew that Mingyu is handsome, but as he wore those clothes, he became a star!

 

Seungkwan:

Daebak! You look like an actor, mas- Mingyu.

 

Mingyu:

Don’t say that.

You’re more handsome than me.

(Because he was well-mannered, educated, and neat, and cute too.)

 

Seungkwan:

(Knew what his place in the world.)

Are you kidding me?

Mingyu, if I am handsome, what more for you? A god, then?

 

Mingyu:

(With his sincerest smile.)

No. I’m serious.

(In Mingyu’s eyes, everyone in the city is beautiful.)

 

Seungkwan:

Are you sick?

(Watched his watch again.)

I should call the stylist.

 

          The stylist walked back as she was called.

 

Ara:

Great!

You look good!

 

          Then, for the finishing touch, she put a scarf to compliment the who