Maid || Mashikyu ||

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Mashiho's POV

"Ah.. Please be covered.." I kept putting a concealer on the hickey he gave me. "Andwe.." But no matter how many times I try to cover it up, IT STILL FUCKING SHOWS! "Yah, Kim Junkyu!!"

"Yes?" I turned to the door and saw him leaning on the door frame. "You called for me?"

"Ew. Put a shirt on, slut." I tried covering it up again. "No... This can't happen!"

"Why? What's wrong with your hickey? It looks good on you." He said walking towards me. "It's a mark that says, you are mine." He smirked. "It doesn't work that way!" I felt weak and sat on the bed. "You still don't get it, do you?"

"What are you talking about?" He looks completely innocent. Should I tell him about this? "Is it about what happened yesterday?"

"Never mind." I stood up but he held my wrist, stopping me. "Junkyu."

"What happened?" He seriously said and pulled me back. "Why did those freaks hurt you? Is it.. Because of me?" I looked at him straight into his eyes. "Did I put you in danger?" My eyes started tearing up for an unknown reason. "Tell me honestly Mashi. Was it because of me?"

"What other things can you possibly think of? As much as I want to end this and leave you, I can't. I'm doing this for me and for my family so I'm trying to endure this shit. I didn't want to be with you in the first place." I wiped my tears and left. I wanted to say those things to him for a long time. At least I have lessened the load I've been carrying.

"Mashi." He called. I stopped walking and waited for him to talk. "Were you ever concerned or worried about me? Did you do all those things, because of the reason why I'm paying you? Or because you really care about me?"

I thought about it for a minute. I wasn't really sure about what I feel. I didn't know. But I know one thing for sure. "I'm your personal helper. It's my role to look after you." I said, my back facing him. "So you seem like you really care about me because it's your job? So if you weren't my personal helper, then you'd let me do whatever I want? Without telling me this is right or wrong? Without telling me if it's gonna harm me or not? I thought you cared me about me!"

I couldn't answer him. I wasn't sure of anything. "All this time, you just thought of me as a customer who pays you good money? Huh. You're just like him. I shouldn't have trusted you. I shouldn't have trusted anyone. All of you just wanted money. Nothing else more than that."

I faced him and wanted to say he was wrong but he left, bumping into my shoulder. He went back to his room and forcefully closed the door. The moment I heard him lock it, I cried.