After everyone is done with breakfast in the morning I quickly head back upstairs. I wasn't able to get Hobi out of bed until after I had finished preparing breakfast, and that was only because I held a strip of bacon underneath his nose. I'm not even sure how I successfully escaped the grip he had on me this morning. Falling asleep spooned next to Hobi was the epitome of bliss. I was so comfortable that I had easily slipped into slumber not long after my eyelids became so heavy I simply couldn't keep them open any longer. The problem was that when I woke up this morning I was stuck in Hobi's viselike grip and it ended up being a chore and a half to get out of it.

When I had glanced at Jimin across the kitchen table this morning, despite his grogginess, he looked somewhat disappointed, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. It was only when I went upstairs to convince Hobi to wake up that I remembered the letter still hidden in my dresser that I hadn't had the opportunity to read yet. That's why I had headed back upstairs now.

I quickly pulled the folded piece of paper from its hiding place and smiled down at it. I don't know what I was anticipating finding in this letter, but I am guessing it was something that Jimin expected me to react to this morning.

Dearest Daisy,

I still find myself frowning at the opening of the letters I write to you. I'm sure that there is a better way to open them. A better way to express to you how much you mean to me when I first greet you like this. But, unfortunately when I try to expand my thoughts to think of something different I completely draw a blank. Perhaps I should invent a new word strictly just for us in our own language that no one else can understand. I shook my head after writing that because I realized how silly it was. I almost kept myself from penning it at all, but I'm sure you would insist that my silliness was part of my charm so I changed my mind and left it anyway.

This time I am writing to you with an additional purpose outside of simply expressing my feelings to you. I'm writing to you because Thursday at 3:30pm I was curious if you would go out on a date with me? I realize it is a bit last minute since it is only a couple of days away, but I hope you will consider it. Just don't keep me waiting too long.

Forever Yours,

Jimin <3

He had volunteered to do the dishes after breakfast so luckily it's not hard to track him now. I apologize to Jk who is assisting this time. "I'm sorry, Jk, but I need to borrow Jimin for a minute."

I grab his hand in mine and head back to my room, only because it is more private than the open space on the first floor. Once the door shuts behind us I turn to him. "You wanted to take me out on a date tomorrow afternoon?" I ask him.

He nods his head. "Yes, just the two of us. Well there of course will be security nearby, and we will be in public part of the time so we will have to be careful. But, I made part of the arrangements already so some of the night can be ours alone."

"Night? You said 3:30pm." I arch my eyebrow in confusion.

"Ah, part of it is a surprise, but I do plan on us being out until at least shortly after dark." He sheepishly replies.

"Oh, that makes sense." Sort of I suppose. I pause for a second. "I wanted to apologize, I didn't get back to you right away. I only had the opportunity to read the letter just now. But, as for the date of course I will go out with you. Even if we have to wade through several fans swarming around us I would still want to go out and spend time with you alone. Although I must admit the latter is definitely not a preferred situation."

He laughs slightly at that before pulling me close to him and pecking me lightly on the lips. "Well, I look forward to tomorrow then."

I ponder over what he might have arranged, but I know if I think it over too much that I will probably unintentionally spoil the surprise. I do at least need to know one thing first though. "What should I wear tomorrow?"

His eyes darken with a hint of desire after our light kiss, and I only barely manage to ignore that look on his face. He blinks for a second to regain composure and consider my question. "Dress casually, and make sure you will be warm."

Jimin won't release me from his arms. I clear my throat for a second before making a suggestion to him. "Uh. You should probably go back downstairs and help Jk with the dishes."

He pauses for a second, despite my helpful reminder. "I have a feeling he will be done with them before I get back."

I sigh. "We have time tomorrow. You should at least look like you made an effort to help him finish."

This time it's his turn to sigh. "Okay, you are probably right."

The next few hours of course were spent sorting through my closets and recent purchases trying to decide what I should wear tomorrow. He said casual, dress warm, and since he said we would be in public I gathered we might be walking a bit. So, I definitely opted for not wearing heels, not that I wear them often to begin with. Once I had nearly everything straightened out there was a knock on my door.

I answer it to find Joon on the other side. "Uh, Daisy? Did you forget?"

My mouth fell open. Forget? What was I supposed to remember?

He sighs when he sees the look of confusion on my face. "I told you that some of the housekeeping staff would be here today, and that you should be prepared to meet them."

Oh, yes he did tell me that. I announce that I can meet them now, although my lack of being prepared due to my forgetfulness has nervous butterflies swirling in my stomach.

Just down the stairs, hovering patiently, I find three older women and two men. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised by the amount of housekeepers, or well staff. I attempt to bow at them and utter, with horrible pronunciation, "Annyeong Haseyo. Bangapsumnida."

Joon smiles warmly at me so I must've done decently at least. The five people in front of me also bow and smile warmly in response. "We do speak English, Miss Daisy. No worries." One of the two men kindly explains to me.

I blush slightly. "Regardless, I do need the practice." Then I smile warmly at them. "Sorry if you have been waiting long. I guess the time got away from me." While he claimed they do speak English I still make sure not to talk too rapidly.

The kind man smiles and introduces himself. "I am Yoo Byeong-Cheol. I am in charge of the grounds and landscaping. I'll be here often the next couple of months since Spring will be making its official appearance soon." He pauses for a second to consider what he says next. "Probably two to three times a week, if not more."

I smile broadly. "Well, if I start up my own herb garden I will make sure that I ask you if I need any suggestions or assistance."

He seems charmed by that idea and nods in agreement.

The next gentleman seems a bit shier than Byeong-Cheol judging by the way he keeps dropping eye contact. "I'm Seong Hyun Ki. I will be looking after the pool twice a week."

"Well, thank you. I can't imagine taking care of that large pool would be even remotely easy." I hope he can hear my sincerity. Our pool is a beast!

"Honestly, I have worked on larger ones. In that case though I had my young cousin with me. Oh, that reminds me. Kim-nim, during his school break I was curious if In Su could come assist me? I realize there isn't as much to do here as there the pool we worked previously, but my aunt and uncle would much prefer if I still kept an eye on him."

Joon pauses for a second. "I would rather meet him face to face before making a decision."

"Oh yes, of course Kim-nim." He bows. "I apologize if I have spoken out of turn."

Joon shakes his head. "Not in the least. I just have to follow protocol when it comes to important decisions like who to hire as staff."

The woman who looks like she is probably the youngest of the three, but still seems to be at least ten years my senior steps forward. "Nice to meet you, Miss Daisy. I am Mae Byeol. The woman beside me is my sister Han Choon-hee. The woman beside her is our mother Yun Dasom. Choon-hee recently lost her voice. That's why I introduced her."

Her mother makes a noise of annoyance. "Yes, but you didn't have to introduce me."

"I'm sorry, Eomma." She quickly apologizes then goes back to addressing me. "Choon-hee and I will be taking care of the cleaning around the house. We will be here three days a week."

"So, you are all related?" I ask since that part was only inferred and not pointed out.

"Yes, Byeol and Choon-hee are my daughters. I'm Yun Dasom. I will be preparing meals for the household."

I can sense she is about to explain her role further but I turn to Joon inquisitively. I'm honestly hurt a bit that he feels they would have to get a cook. "Before you say anything, Daisy, I don't want you to stop cooking yourself. I enjoy your cooking. But once in a while you could use a break."

Dasom actually reaches out to regain my attention. It is a practiced move, that I know she was using in an affectionate motherly manner toward me now. "Perhaps, I should have said that I would be preparing the meals three days a week and those meals do not include breakfast." Oh I had forgotten. None of the staff would be on the grounds before 9. "Namjoon-ssi, has also asked me that when you have some time to yourself while I am here if I could help teach you how to make some traditional Korean dishes."

I glance at Joon again. Before turning back to Dasom with tears trying to form in my eyes. It has been so long since I have been taught how to cook by a motherly figure. I missed it. I miss how my grandmother would tell me to watch something on the stovetop while she would pretend to be occupied with something else. I missed how my mother would encourage me to make sure to taste as I went regarding cooking. "Thank you, Joon." I wipe at my eyes. "Oh, and thank you Yun Dasom."

She shakes her head. "Dasom is fine. It's true you should probably get in the habit of referring to people by their family names rather than given, but I don't expect you to do so within your own house."

I nod and smile warmly. "Thank you again then, Dasom."

The others all utter their own agreement to that statement. None of them seem overly friendly per se, but they definitely are not cold to my existence either. Which honestly I didn't expect, but I think there was this tiny part of me that worried I wouldn't be accepted because of my race. Because I wasn't Korean, or even Asian for that matter. At least I knew that wasn't the case here.

Once they left Joon turned to me. "Tae's been doing a decent job with teaching you Korean."

I shrug. "My pronunciation is awful, but I have been trying to practice occasionally here and there."

He shakes his head. "You should have heard me when I made my first attempts at English. I was definitely far worse than you."

"How could that be? You got to learn English quoting Joey Tribbiani." I give him a flirtatious look. "'How you doin'?'"

His surprised laugh is music to my ears.

Suddenly Yoongi is speeding up the stairs. He must have been in his studio. "I propose we use the grill tonight. I want to make steak and pork belly." Then he looks at me. "And I will need someone inside to prepare some wonderful side dishes to go along with them."

"Did you just not so covertly volunteer me as tribute?" I act offended. But, I can't keep the expression up for long. "I mean you didn't have to, I would have happily volunteered myself." I sigh. "I guess it's time to do more meal planning."

A/N:   I don't claim any of the images in this chapter.  The copyright to those all belong to the photographers who took them.