I'm Richer than My Boss (A Minsul fanfiction)

A Proper Talk

Cooking rice was already a part of the maid's morning chores. Aside from breakfast, she would also prepare Yoogeun packed lunch to make sure that he's eating healthy.

Finally done with washing and putting the right amount of water for the rice, she placed the metal pot inside the cooker. She sighed simultaneously with her motion of pressing the button to start the cooking machine. The scenes from the previous night played inside her mind.

His sobs eventually turned into loud cries of emotional suffering. His whole body was shaking with every howl he was making.

"On the day of her departure, my parents had an accident..." Words telling his painful memories continued to pour out of his mouth.

Hoping that I could lessen the pain, I started to envelope my arms around him. I ran one of my hands over his shaking back, trying to soothe his aching heart.

"I was already ready to leave the house, then the phone rang. That's when I learned about what happened to my parents."

Even if it was still not helpful, I continued on running my palm over his back while my other arm was still locking him into an embrace.

"They were caught in a car accident. Their car crashed... and that's what lead them to their death."

A car accident took his parents' lives away, just like what happened to my parents. I could totally empathize with him after hearing those words he uttered.

Suddenly, I just found him freeing himself from the hug that I thought could have comforted him even in slightest way possible. His strong hands quickly grasped my shoulders, locking me into the current position I was already in. In addition, the weight of his stare was so intimidating that made my immovable body be frozen further. With his face slowly approaching mine, all I could do was gulp, bracing myself for the inevitable situation that was about to happen.

His lips touched mine. It indeed happened. My droopy eyes widened as they could be.

I couldn't help but notice how plump and round his lips were while they were resting on mine.

Hey wait, what was I thinking?

My hands went over his chest to push him away from me. Good thing that he already lost his grip so it wasn't a particularly difficult task. His upper body fell flat on the bench we were sitting.

"Tss, you look so manly, but I guess you're a weak drinker." I scoffed. I still feel violated for what he did, even though I didn't really hate the kiss that much. It was a mixture of feelings, actually. I understood his pain, but I felt offended too, yet there was a slight feeling of giddiness.

"Ugh, you're so heavy!" I ignored those feelings for a while so that I could bring this drunk guy back home.

A deep loud groan awoke her to reality. Sulli saw the source of the sound coming out of his room. The man kept on massaging his temples, trying to soothe his aching head while dragging himself to the kitchen where the maid was also staying.

His goal for going to the kitchen was to make himself a cup of coffee. He reached for the needed ingredients placed inside the overhead cabinet that was fixed just few inches above Sulli.

She still felt awkward around him. The small size of the kitchen did not help and even made them stand next to each other. To avoid the tension, she made an obvious jump away from him and excused herself by suddenly grabbing a broom to sweep the floor.

Minho walked towards the table where he decided to drink his coffee. Seeing Sulli still busying herself by sweeping the invisible dust on the floor, he noticed her unusual silence, opposite from the usual bickering they always had the past few days since she stayed in his house.