I quickly placed the bowl of steaming hot soup on the tray and ran towards Mrs. Jeon's room with my heart hammering against my chest. The door to her room was closed. I slowly opened the door, only to find the room empty and dead silent. I don't know what to think or do anymore.

Did she leave already?

Will I place the food here?

Will I take it back?

I flinched.

My mind went empty when I heard the clicking of heels, and there Mrs. Jeon was, all dressed up in her work attire as she made her way out of the closet. When I looked at her, she had a blank face. She stopped on her track the moment she spotted me and folded her arms that were covered up with the violet sleeves of the satin blouse she was wearing over her chest.

My palms started sweating when I noticed how she clenched her teeth. As time passed her expression darkened. The air started to get thick and I realized I couldn't just stand there and bear the daggers Mrs. Jeon was shooting at me through her eyes.

I gulped nervously. Gathering up all the courage I started.

''Mrs. Jeon your break-''

I couldn't finish as the last thing I saw was Mrs. Jeon's hand launching towards my way before the entire tray including the bowl of soup flew out of my grip and landed directly on the floor with a loud thud, breaking into bits and pieces.

I gasped. My eyes widened, my hands turned cold.

I was beyond terrified. I kept looking at the liquid spilled all over the floor with solid pieces of shiny glass in it.

''You are my servant, I'm not yours, I'm not gonna work according to your schedule, you're gonna have to work according to mine!" She screamed, her tone clearly stating how disgusted she was of my entire existence. My throat went dry, I was unable to utter a single word, instead, I stood rooted to the ground still unable to take in what just happened.

''You lower class people don't bother to care about all this, all you care about is the amount of cash you are getting, disgusting!'' She spat out. ''Know your limits, cause if you don't I'm gonna have to show you, and trust me, it won't be in a good way.'' she added further.

She distanced herself from me and walked past me. I don't know how she manages to do it but she always makes me feel down and unsure of myself. Sometimes she makes me disgusted with myself.

''Clean the mess up before I come back, not a single stain should be seen, or the consequences won't be good.'' She stated firmly before leaving. I slowly crouched down.

A sigh escaped my mouth, a shaky one. I covered my face with both of my hands and started breathing in and out heavily. No, I wasn't crying, I was just shocked and stressed. I thought she was going to insult me in every way possible, or even slap me hard across the cheeks, I know it's worse than what just happened but I was used to those.

This, I wasn't aware of this, the way she harshly knocked the tray off my hands, it was horrible. I brought out the mop and started cleaning the mess.

Luckily the ceramic tray just broke into two, it didn't break into microscopic pieces as the glass bowl did. I carefully took the mop soaked in the soup and pieces of glass and placed it beside the broken pieces of the tray. Everything was broken, it was a terrible mess.

I stood with the tray in my hands and turned around to leave. The first thing that caught my attention was the doe pair of eyes looking at me, the muscular figure that was leaning against the door frame.

Bet he just realized that all these days he was hanging around with a maid and will distance himself from me now, after all, he's the son of Mrs. Jeon, nothing surprising. I averted my gaze and looked down at the tray and tried to walk past him without any type of communication.

As I was doing so, a strong yet warm hand wrapped around my arm, abruptly stopping me from walking any further. I just froze in my position and didn't do anything else. As I stood motionless Jungkook himself came and stood in front of me.

At first, I hesitated but at last, I looked up at him. He had messy bed-hair, eyes still showing a hint of sleepiness. I already knew that he heard Mrs. Jeon's scream, in fact, that's what woke him up at this time.

I tried my best to keep a straight face while Jungkook had a worried one. I don't know, is he worried or is he pitying me cause if he is then no thanks, I don't need it. He pointed towards my feet, looking concerned which made me look down.

My eyebrows furrowed when I noticed the tiny droplets of blood glittering on my feet, must be the glass, I was standing near it when it broke I looked up at him.

''So?" I don't know why I was being cold to him.

''You need to treat that.'' He replied in a raspy voice.

''I don't have to.'' I said trying to free myself from his grip.

''You have to, I'll help you.'' He urged holding me back.

''I can treat it myself.'' I said and ripped my hands off his grip.

I have no idea what's wrong with me. I hurried towards the kitchen, dumped everything, and headed towards the bathroom, stripped out of my clothes, and turned on the shower. As soon as the ice-cold water came in contact with my bare skin I leaned against the cold wall and started regretting the way I treated Jungkook.

-

The whole day I was quiet and I didn't come out of the kitchen, well I wasn't in the mood to and also because I didn't want to face Jungkook. Soyeon wasn't home either so I was all alone, all the others were busy working.

I felt more depressed and miserable. The sun will set anytime soon. I decided to work hard to keep my mind off the incident. I'll clean all the windows, I decided.

I was heading towards the window when I felt a harsh and strong grip on my arm, before I knew it, I was forcefully being pulled out of the house by Jungkook.

''What are you doing?!" I shouted as we exited the mansion. He ignored me and kept on pulling me to who knows where, no matter how much I tried I couldn't get my hand out of his unbelievably strong, manly grip. That's it, I have had enough.

''JUNGKOOK STOP!" I screamed. He suddenly stopped leaving me breathless.

But suddenly turning towards me he harshly pulled me towards him, I couldn't keep my balance because of the sudden pull and stumbled towards him. Just when I was to about to crash-land into his chest with great force he held my shoulders firmly, making me stop with a jerk.

I was speechless and shaken. When I looked up at him, I became even more speechless. He looked different. Different from what he normally is, soft and sarcastic.

His dark ebony orbs were intensely gazing at me, his jaw was clenched tightly and his grip on my shoulders was getting tighter. His emotionless face made me have goosebumps.

That messy dark hair and dark eyes, his pale complexion, rosy lips, and the black hoodie, he looked dangerous. My nostrils flooded with his sweet vanilla cologne as I kept on looking at him. The sun was about to set, the entire sky turned orange, we are here, standing in the middle of a busy road.

One by one the street lights were lighting up.

''I'm gonna do whatever I want to, I don't need your permission for that.'' He said in a deep voice, clearly annoyed by my behavior.

I didn't write for such a long time that i forgot how to write, and no matter how much i tried, the chapter turned out to be shitty