Personal Maid

Part 2

Previously in Part 1: A tall, ridiculously handsome guy with a build that looked like he walked straight out of an action movie signaled for me to move. I froze, staring at him like I'd fully embraced my role as a background ghost, just haunting the back seat. Was it possible to admire and feel invisible at the same time? Because here I was, doing exactly that! He waved his hand before me, snapping me out of my ghostly trance, and signaled again for me to move. Back to reality in an instant, I scrambled to the window side, trying not to look completely flustered. Guess my role as the invisible background ghost was over...

Part 2: (Continue the new part of the story here)

Why am I even here? Everyone around me looks effortlessly perfect, and the muscular guy next to me? Way too close for comfort—but I'm not complaining.

Then there's the guy by the window and another in the front. Wait, am I dreaming? How did I end up squished between four ridiculously gorgeous guys? This has to be some kind of plot twist.

Finally, the silence in the car was broken. Jungkook said something that sounded like 'Mi-min-Mingyu,' and the muscular guy next to me replied with a single word.

 I guess that's his... what? Mingyu? Wait, is that his name? Mingyu 👀?

the muscular guy suddenly faced me and said, "Yes." I froze for a second, my brain trying to catch up. 

Wait—did I say Mingyu out loud? My heart skipped a beat—did I just embarrass myself? Did I just blurt his name like some awkward fangirl? My mind was screaming 😱 

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Jungkook's gaze in the rearview mirror, and I swear, the other two were looking at me too

My brain was literally on pause, just staring at him like I had no clue what to say.

I just casually said "Hi" to him, and—damn, did he just ignore me? Like, I swear I wasn't asking for the world here, just a simple greeting!

They started talking among themselves in Korean, totally ignoring me like I wasn't even there. Seriously? I'm sitting right here, but apparently, I'm invisible now. How rude can you be? I mean, I get it, I don't speak Korean, but come on, a little acknowledgment wouldn't hurt!

I pulled out my phone and quickly typed the question into a translator: "Where are we going?" As if a few words on a screen could magically solve the mystery of this silent, confusing ride. But hey, it was worth a shot.

I waited for a response, but once again, I was ignored. Right... I'm just a maid, what was I expecting?

After a few hours, the car finally stopped. I glanced out the window, and a chill ran down my spine.

The place looked mysterious—an abandoned building surrounded by thick trees as if the world didn't know this kind of place existed😶It felt like the perfect setting for something out of a crime novel, or worse... a mafia hideout.

I could sense the tension in the air, trapped between these guys who seemed too calm, too comfortable here wait—realized just how alone I was, surrounded by them 👀 

Why had Jungkook brought us to this isolated place? And why did it feel like I was stepping into a trap?👀 😱 

They all stepped out of the car, their eyes fixed on the abandoned building ahead. Without a word, they started moving toward it. My heart pounded as I hesitated before following, my mind swirling with questions. Where exactly were we, and why did this place feel so unsettling? Every step felt heavier than the last, and the silence between us only deepened the sense of dread creeping through me