HIS MAID//KTH ✅

11

As Taehyung returned home, his mind clouded with the haze of alcohol, he made the conscious decision not to drive himself. Instead, he asked his driver, addressing him respectfully as "ajjushi," if he had ever experienced love. The driver, caught off guard by the unexpected question, replied cautiously, "Yes?"

Taehyung, leaning back in the car seat, his eyes reflecting the dim lights passing by, pressed further, "Did you ever fall in love with someone?" The driver, his thoughts momentarily drifting to his own past, answered with a hint of nostalgia, "Yes, I did."

Intrigued, Taehyung prodded, "Was it successful?" The driver, recalling the journey of his own love story, couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yes, it was," he replied, a sense of contentment underlying his words.

As they continued their journey, Taehyung gazed out of the window, lost in his thoughts. The streets rolled by, each turn bringing them closer to his mansion. When they finally arrived, Taehyung stood before the grandeur of his childhood home, a mixture of emotions swirling within him.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside, the memories flooding back to him. The familiar scent of the house, the echoes of laughter from days gone by, all wrapped around him like a warm embrace. Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle softly, a hint of sadness tugging at his heartstrings. "It feels like if I go inside, my mom will give me a hug," he murmured to himself, the longing for that comforting presence palpable in his voice.

As he took hesitant steps forward, a voice suddenly broke the silence. "Taehyung?" The shock on his face was evident as he turned to see the person standing before him. "Eomma?" he uttered, his eyes widening in disbelief and a glimmer of hope flickering in his gaze. The moment was filled with an emotional intensity as Taehyung confronted a flood of memories and emotions, standing face to face with his past in the form of his mother.

Meanwhile, the maids continued with their work, tidying up the mansion as the day drew to a close. Eunha had just finished her tasks when Sua, another maid, voiced her concern about Taehyung's absence. "Taehyung didn't come today at home, it's late," Sua remarked, worry evident in her tone.

Another maid chimed in, scolding Sua gently. "Why are you calling him by his name? He is our sir," she reminded her.

Undeterred, Sua insisted, "I will call him and do whatever I want."

An elderly lady, the matriarch of the maids, interjected, addressing Eunha directly. "Do you know where he is?" she inquired, seeking answers.

Before Eunha could respond, Sua interrupted, questioning her knowledge of Taehyung. "Why are you asking her? How does she know about him?" Sua demanded, her suspicion evident.

The elderly lady explained calmly, "Because she works there," before turning her attention back to Eunha.

Eunha clarified, her voice tinged with frustration, "I just joined, and I'm not his secretary. I'm just a worker."

Sua relented, instructing Eunha to wait outside until Taehyung returned. With a heavy heart, Eunha complied, silently cursing her situation as she stepped outside.

At the park, Eunha spotted a figure in the distance and approached cautiously. "Yaah, I am not your eomma," she retorted when Taehyung mistakenly called her by that title.

Taehyung chuckled, clearly inebriated, and teased, "Oh, you're my wife then."

Eunha's disbelief was palpable as she shook her head in exasperation. "What the heck are you talking about? And you've been drinking?" she scolded him, her concern evident.