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"To the left...no, a little more."

I sigh. I am trying to calm my nerves now... for the nth time already. Of course, I didn't kill him. If I did, he won't be enjoying bossy-ing me too much around! 'He's impossible!'

I sharply look at Kwon Jiyong, my master, as I balance my self on the small ladder while trying to align the painting he's ordering me to positioned it correctly on the wall, 'so badly'.

"Which is it really? The left or the right? Or a little more of that?" I didn't even hide my annoyance at him now. He's being too much!

Kwon Jiyong only moves slightly from slouching on the sofa bed as he 'examines' the position of the painting on the wall now. He even drops his IPAD on the bed too.

"Right." Jiyong finally says.

How come I am not surprised when he changes it from left to right? Aisht! He's even more complicated than women during their PMS! He's hard to spell! My, gosh! Is he even a guy?

I just puff my bangs upward as I move the painting on the right side 'again'.

"Left side is right, idiot." Jiyong says as he goes to play with his pad again.

I look at Kwon Jiyong impossibly at what he said. 

"You just said 'right' not left!" I actually shout at him, also sending him glare daggers. I'm also tempted to bite this guy right now too. 'Now I'm a deaf?!'

Jiyong raises his eyebrow at me. "Are you arguing to your master, maid?"

I can only shake my head impossibly at him. 'This monster...is so childish!'

Didn't he realize that we have been doing this 'left/right' commando for almost two hours already? Is he planning to waste the entire day just trying to position this ugly painting on its appropriate side?! For two hours? In his very reliable point of view at that? My gosh! He's impossible. 'Calm down, Dara. Calm down.'

"Hey, master." I call him afterwards, not breaking our gazes.

Jiyong still raises his eyebrow at me and I meet that with mock sympathy. 

"What?" he then asks.

"Are your eyes unwell as well?" I follow it with a fake laugh after. "I mean... Ha! Ha! I know you are a sick and useless person. And your head is kinda," I move my fingers in a circular motion on my head, trying to make a point. "So, I am just wondering if you can let me, master, adjust this painting on my own since your brain and your eyes are not coordinating well today. Or," I look above as if searching the right word, "or most of the time. Yeah! Most of the time. So then after this, I promise we will resume wasting your time again at your next orders because right now this 'left/right' thingy makes my legs too numb for standing here for two 'productive' hours already. What do you think, master?" And I even succeed on sounding friendly. Hooray!

Jiyong's eyes glints in amusement as a smirk forms on his lips. I immediately sense a very 'wonderful' response for my very lengthy words just now.

"Oh yeah, had it been two hours, maid?" Jiyong asks me in that devilish sarcastic voice then follows it with a sharp look before sneering at me. "Why don't we make it four hours? Now, move it on the right."

I widen my eyes at this. That's his response?! This monster is really...!

"You...!"

I am about to climb down and will really 'claw' his face when I miss my footing on the stairs and, in a very 'fashionable' way, fell flat on my face. Argh.

'Damnnnnnn!' I want to claw my face instead really now.

Of all the time I can fell, why it has to be NOW?! This monster will really laugh at me again!

"DARA!" 

I'm halfway banging my head on the carpeted floor, trying to smash my timely stupidity, when that voice of Jiyong registers in my head. Wait.

"Dara, are you okay?"

I jaw-dropped now. I'm not minding if I'm having lips to lips with the carpeted floor now. But wait. Did I hear it right? Hear it right? Once again.

"Hey, maid, are you okay?"

Oh, shizz! The Kwon Jiyong really just sounded so concern to me! Oh, gosh! What just happened? This brute of a monster has a conscience or a gentleman's dignity LEFT afterall! Hallelujah!

"Hey." Jiyong now nudges on my shoulder.

I still act still. Not moving. I'm thinking. Wait. I can use this special moment as an opportunity to turn the tables around. Revenge, yeah. I smirk at my brilliant idea. 

'It's payback time, baby.'

Oh, I still haven't forget that even if I am currently hired as a maid for only two-weeks I still am a person even with the littlest television appearance out there, no one can still deny me that I am still an ACTRESS. A rising actress on this generation at that.

Lights, Camera, ACTION!

"Uhurgh..." I groan 'painfully' as I turn around. In time to catch the concern in Kwon Jiyong's eyes.

I almost squeal in delight at this. But NO. I must hold my current role as a distressed and in pain maid to her master. I need to internalize in this sudden role. I'm versatile. I need to remember that.

I release a small painful cough as I try to make a tear fall for added props. 

"I-it hurts..." I also crack my voice. Oh my gosh! I'm so good!

Jiyong holds my chin as he checks on my face. "Where does it hurt?"

I automatically point my nose. "I think I crack my nose..." I say as I blink my eyes upwards, squeezing for more tears. "It hurts so much..." after that, I SOB.

Oh my gosh. I'm so impress with my acting!

Jiyong pats me in the head. "Don't cry, maid. You'll look uglier."

I glare at him but took it back quickly as I resume on 'crying'. 

"Take me on the bed." I ask Jiyong afterwards.

I look up at him again and sees him raising an eyebrow at me now. But when he sees the fresh tears falling from my eyes, Jiyong, wordlessly, scoops me with his arms and carries me towards his bed. He even positions me properly on the middle too.

'Kyah!!!'

"I-I need w-water..." I ask him again too while sniffing my tears back.

Surprisingly, the monster stands up without any more questions, then goes out in the room, and when he came back there's a glass of water with him already. He made me drink it too.

Oh, gosh! I'm enjoying this. One more time.

"My back hurts. Massage me too." I say, giving him a puppy look with matching dry tear-stricken face. I'm truly enjoying this. 

When I hear no response, I give him a 'questioning' look like I'm in 'Huh'? Korean-style.

"My back hurts..." I tell him again, now pouting. Did I just see him smirk? No. It must be my imagination.

Jiyong sweetly smiles at me as he holds my stomach. "Now, lay on your stomach." and turns me around. The soft cotton bed meets my front body and I sniff the wonderful scent there.

Then Jiyong places a pillow on my back that I'm quite puzzled by this. I try to look at him on my shoulder but just be stun at the look on his face now. Gone is the 'gentle' look just moments ago.

"Wha--"

Jiyong also sneers at me now as he pushes more the pillow on my back. "Your back hurts, right, maid?"

"What are y--- Ahhhh!!"

I'm not able to finish my words as Kwon Jiyong childishly enjoying sitting and standing and sitting on my back again and again it truly HURTS!! He's so HEAVY!! WAA!!

"I'll kill you for this, you bast--!"

Jiyong puts his weight more on me as I just th