CHAPTER FIVE

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The night went by soundlessly for me. Well, kind of. I woke up once in the middle of the night with a cold sweat, not knowing or recalling if I had had a dream.

But now, I push that out of my mind as Bo-Ham places a plate of bacon, eggs, toast, soup and sides in front of me. I shakily reach for the chopsticks and behind to pick at the contents in the soup.

"Mr. Jeong has left for work," Bo-Ham says, catching my attention. "He will return later in the evening and will hopefully begin to leave you notes on how late he is to come back home." Bo-Ham bows and stands straight again. "I will not be here everyday at the same time," he continues, "so please if I'm not here while you are awake, do feel free to make something for yourself." He doesn't smile after nodding his head. He leaves to another room, where I hear cords being pushed and pulled around.

He's probably about to start cleaning, I think to myself.

I finish my meal and am about to take the dishes to the kitchen when Bo-Ham appears out of nowhere, takes the plates and utensils away. He presses on the water and begins to clean them. I step forward but stop as he holds up a hand.

"I'll take care of it, Mr. . .?" He pauses to look up at me. Suddenly, his features are more prominent: his eyes small yet otherworldly big, his lips tense, and hair neatly combed back, his gray hairs shiny and unique. He perks a brow to get me to speak.

"Ah-" I run my hair through my hair. "Park. Park Myeon-Jin," I respond quickly.

He nods. "Mr. Park."

I turn around, my hand going to the back of my neck from embarrassment.

"Mr. Park?" Bo-Ham says. I turn back around to face him. "There is a guest bedroom upstairs with its own bathroom and supplies. Feel free to claim that as your own."

I bow a little and turn to go up the stairs along the wall leading to a small box hallway with one door that is closed.

(The layout of this penthouse:

When you enter through the front door, and get through the little shoe room, to your right there is a small hallway with a laundry room, and a bathroom. To your left is the living room. So if you're standing in the living room and facing the couch: To the diagonal left, there is the kitchen with the dark green cabinet counters facing the living room. A pantry is on the wall across the kitchen, to the left of the living room. And the table is a little round one in the opening of the counter and the foyer space between the two rooms. Still facing the couch: There is a hallway close to the wall across to the left where a cleaning room is, a closet, and an ironing room. On that same wall of the hallway, there is a protruding staircase leading to a small rounded U hallway where there is one door- the guest bedroom, so a bathroom, closet etc. And then, on the wall to the right of the living room, still facing the couch, there are the double doors to Ye-Jun's room. In Ye-Jun's room: On the right wall, there are double doors to his bathroom. In the center of his room is his bed (At the foot of his bed is one of those fancy couch bed things) and on the left wall is a big dresser and styled cubbies. On the same wall as the door to his room there is a closet close to the back corner.)

I take a quick breath and open the door to reveal a king bed in the center back wall, a bathroom to the right and a closet to the left. Suddenly feeling like like a prince or a type of royalty, I smile for the first time in a while -okay, since I got trapped here in this hell hole- and I begin to explore the bathroom that has a nice vanity, large shower and the same font as the kitchen: dark green cabinets and silver accents.

I walk out and open the doors to the closet but I feel like I'm being watched so I turn around and jump back, yelping.

Bo-Ham stands there with a pleasant face. "The closet is currently empty. The bathroom has a bathrobe. Feel free to use some of Mr. Jeong's clothes. As he told me, he gave you special permission to do so." He bows and exits.

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