Yoona's POV:

 

“You are fired!”

 

“Sorry but you are fired!”

 

“We will close the shop so go find a new job.”

 

“Sorry miss but you’re not hired.”

 

“You are not qualified. Sorry to say but we will not hire you.”

 

Those are the words that they are always saying to me. In this generation, it is hard to find a good and decent job that is why I am here in front of a big mansion that has a big “WANTED: PERSONAL MAID” posted outside of it. Yes. I would like to apply in this kind of job. I can do ANY job now because I am so out of money. I am a college student and the only person who supports my studies is I, myself. My parents died seven years ago, more of that later. I rang the doorbell and I went in as the winter cold air blew my long black hair…

 

But when I opened the door, I never knew that I also opened a new life for me…

When I entered the house, I never knew that I entered someone else’s life too…

When I stepped forward, I never knew that I also stepped into his life…

And when I was hired, I never realized that there is a bigger responsibility that will be entrusted to me aside from being HIS personal maid…

 

Who is he?

 

“SLAVE!!!! GO BRING HERE MY COFFEE!!!”-- my master-- or I mean MONSTER shouted from his room. But unlike any monster, he has a gorgeous and teary eyes, a pointed nose, a red lips that made him more kissable-- WHAT?!? Why am I describing him? Ugh. He.is.a.monster and I hate him!

 

“YES YOUNG MASTER!!!”-- I shouted back and I ran towards his room carrying his coffee even though I want to kick him because he always makes me tired. He keeps on making my life difficult to live!

 

“SLAVE!!! I FORGOT! I DON’T LIKE COFFEE! GO BRING ME A JUICE!”-- he mischievously shouted.

 

“Geez. YES YOUNG MASTER!!!”-- I shouted again then I made his juice and brought it upstairs to his room. When I was already downstairs to continue cleaning the house, he shouted again…

 

“SLAVE!!! YOUR JUICE IS SO SWEET! EEK. JUST GO BRING ME A GLASS OF MILK!!!”-- I know he is just making fun of me.

 

Breathing fast, I walked again upstairs like a living zombie because I am so tired. I opened his door loudly then I shouted angrily, ”ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME?!? I AM YOUR MAID AND NOT YOUR CLOWN! GO DRINK THIS!!!!”

 

I handled him the glass of milk and I left him in his room, speechless.

 

Who is he again?

 

He is Park Chanyeol…

 

A member of a popular band in Korea. Yes, he is a popular person and has a nice image in front of many people. But you never know what he really is! He is a living monster and sad to say, yes. I am living inside this mansion with him. Every day, he keeps on making me tired, he pisses me off, he calls me ugly and fat, he is bringing different girls inside this house, he is always shouting at me and he is always criticizing me…

 

But what if…

 

What if I fell in love with him? Weird, right? WE ACTUALLY HATE EACH OTHER A LOT but I don’t know? My day won’t last good without him… But I forgot one thing before I could control myself not to fall for him…

 

I forgot that no matter how near he is… He is always far and I can’t still reach him. He is popular and I am just his maid… He is a star and I am just a dust. He is a prince and I’m just a slave. He has everything and I got nothing.

 

I guess I would just forever stare at him from afar and always command his wishes.

 

Why is it hard to say those three words which is “I love you…” While I can say also three words every time he is near? I could say “Yes Young Master” while I can’t say, “I love you”?

 

“SLAVE!!!! BRING MY CLOTHES HERE!!!!”-- I was back to reality when he shouted again.

 

I smiled, “YES YOUNG MASTER!!!”

 

 

******

  

 

Heyya guys! Sorry for this type of story LOL.

Hope you'll read until the end. Vote up if you liked the story,

comment if you want to say something and

subscribe if you think I deserve :)

Kamsahamnida

 

- L.K.