Maid to be Mine

A Seismic Shift in the House

Irene

Seulgi hasn't really crossed my path, and for some reason, as more time went on, it began to bug me. Like, I don't even cross paths with her once in the house? Am I that busy, and does she not stay up late? Has she set her schedules up to avoid me? Wait....why am I even bothered about this? I don't even like her, and I'm too busy for her anyway. I probably just miss Joy and Jennie, so now I'm even seeking out my former maid for some non-work related social interaction.

Small time skip

Seulgi started leaving thank you notes and friendly notices of food and drink she's saved for me. How does it make me feel? You wanna know how it makes me feel? No. I'm not saying it. No, I'm not denying anything. I just, no.

I'm curious as to where she gets her food from though, as it's good. I'm stuck ordering delivery or nothing at all depending on how busy I am. I don't know if it's because I haven't eaten all day or if it's actually good or both but either way it hits the spot. I want her to tell me....ON THE STICKY NOTES! Since....you know....I don't see her. No I won't write her back, and no I don't want her to take me. Just for her to tell me and I'll go by myself..or with Joy and Jennie.

Her taste in alcohol is good, and the alcohol is free, like me getting free drinks when I go clubbing. She seems to have no problem not invoicing me for any of the food or drink she buys, I wonder if she's actually laid back like that or if she's too scared to. I feel like paying her back seems like a bad way of being polite in saying thanks, should I buy her food sometime to wake up to? What am I even thinking right now..this isn't like me to think about such things, especially in regards to my former maid.

Small time skip

I couldn't hold it in today, my eyes were watering on their own. I sure hope Seulgi doesn't hear any of this, let alone come out and try to talk to me about it. This is so embarrassing of me to be crying in such a state at this time of the night.

But if I'm honest, I kind of wish Seulgi does come out and talk to me. I'm too weak to call my friends, and she can actually be here for me, talking to my friends will only cause me more sadness with the fact they aren't here. Seulgi is close by, but I wouldn't want to wake her.

Irene slumps herself on the couch hugging a pillow, trying her best to mute her cries, however with a small ounce of hope that Seulgi comes out and comforts her. Irene had a tough go of it at the office today, and it finally became too much. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to stop crying, washed herself off and started getting ready to go to bed, and hope tomorrow is a better day, and hope for more Seulgi.

Small time skip

Irene's curiosity of Seulgi just kept growing as time kept passing. She was still so confused as to why, it's not like they've had a special moment of any sort yet and they haven't shown any signs of interest in each other either.

However, as much as Irene hates to admit it, she's been saving those sticky notes and storing them in a drawer in her desk. It makes her feel warm and tingly apparently, but she doesn't want to admit it to herself.

Irene had a long day at work and wanted to visit someplace to cool off and take her mind off of the stress. She thought she'd take up her own advice and visit an art gallery but it was late into the night, and such a place would be closed right now.

Irene came home, a bit melancholic her work has not only caused her so much stress, but had consumed so much of her time she is unable to even get away from it through visiting places as well, until it dawned on her.

Her heels clacked on the floor as she made her way to the room that she has always been curious about ever since she smelt paint coming from it, Seulgi's art room.
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I flick on the light to see Seulgi's creations, only for my breath to be taken away. The paintings she had made we so beautiful, each having it's own identity, emotion, energy.
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The way it instantly took Irene's mind into a different place, the way her mind felt clear and her heart was drawn to the emotions painted on the canvases.
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I look over to the table in the corner, seeing Seulgi's iPad charging. I was curious to see if she had drawings too. She did, and they were just as amazing as her paintings. I wanted to be able to see her art more often. I don't want to have to make my way here, and she'll have to move these pieces as she continues her art. I want her art to give the house personality....but that's it.

A few inches later

Irene remembering how rich she can be, made a few phone calls and had the paintings framed and displayed as per an interior designer's recommendation, and had a rush job done printing and framing Seulgi's drawings. She even paid them double to do it quietly to not wake Seulgi.

Irene felt more at home already with these additons, and felt a little less embarrassed about how she felt towards Seulgi.

"Who painted these ma'am? They're really lovely" a worker putting up the last painting asked.

"My....m-.....friend" Irene said with a warm grin.

Seulgi, be my friend.

(A/N: I need to update more, but my health can't keep up)