"What kind of bullsh*t are you saying, Jin? You hired that girl—" I pause to control my anger, "to just act as your personal servant?!" I hiss, trying to not aim for any attention. I continue, "What is it you really want, Jin? Jongin's mercy, no. A kiss from me, or to lay with me in bed?!"
"You have to calm yourself, do you understand me? I only came here to talk to you about this, not to fight about my feelings or yours." He softly whispers and pulls the guest chair out that sits next to my bed. His eyes become pitiful as he caresses my pale hands.
I don't want to believe what is happening right now. There's no way that Jin is the 18- year old son of a 35- year old ambassador...
"My mom died giving birth to me," he chuckles, "because I was born a 10 pound baby. My dad told me that she was a small and frail lady." Jin stops caressing my hand and stares off into nowhere. "My dad abandoned me right after I came home from the hospital and was left to raise by my now-stepmother. She, at the time, was basically a mistress; or what we would now call 'side chick'."
"I grew up, alone without anyone to lean onto. Both pairs of my grandparents despised me, even though I didn't do anything to hurt them.. I was left with no options, you know?"
"Forgotten, I went to our family friend; the Kim household. I did so much at the age of six, didn't I?"
I froze, not knowing what to reply. The Ambassador having a child at 17? No, that's seems too impossible. The ambassador, a wise man, doing such actions is too unworthy—
"But you know what the worst part of my whole is?"
I slowly shake my head.
"I grew up without any compassion or love."
My hand shakes as I remove it from his grasp. Unhappily, he backs away from me and begins crying.
"I wasn't even wanted in the first place, you know? And then I grew up without any family, only some woman who was forced to raise me for money... then Jongin takes away everyone I want to love."
I cry with him.
"Is this why everyone just thinks you're some slave for the Kims?" I scoot closer to him and wipe his cheeks with my thumb.
"All... I wanted was someone to love me!" He chokes on his spit and wipes his face with his arm. The tone in his voice reminds me of when I was alone and frustrated, not knowing if I even wanted to live.
His own, dark brown eyes bleed his sadness onto me, the person he wants love from. I say nothing and pull his head onto my shoulder.
"I... I want to be able to... love you..."
But Jongin, the kid you despise so much, is in the way.
Jin grips onto my arm and cries even harder. No need for me to even finish; Jin knows what my answer is, and he basically knew from the beginning.
A forgotten child, now laying in my arms, just wants my love and some compassion.
But another guy, who risked himself for me.
I choke on my tears and squeeze Jin even harder.
"I... love you. Even if it's only for the slightest second." I whisper.
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The Impecunious Maid (KaiStal f.f)
Roman d'amourI've always been raised in a rich family; my father a politician and my mother a cardiologist. However, after my father commits suicide due to his boss pressuring him [into something] and locals harassing him, my mom gets meddled in a maze where sh...
