Kim Myungsoo: Black Paper Crane

Being Forgotten

No one's pov:
Three days passed since the boys had gone on vacation and for the most part L had stayed in his room. He only came out for meals and to yell at Dal Sae once in a while.

Early the next morning Dal Sae woke up and made breakfast before L could wake up. She set the table as neatly as she could and asked a different maid to please attend to him in her place.
L ate the breakfast quickly and without hesitation, he seemed to like it. "Do you like it?" asked maid Sey. "Not bad" he replied. Sey knew he liked it but didn't say Dal Sae had made it. She had noticed their bad relationship and was afraid he might spit it out if he knew Dal Sae had made his delicious meal.
Dal Sae's pov:
I was afraid I would have to tiptoe around young master rich jerk while I did my work but he left right after breakfast and came back at 1:00pm right as I fished everything.

No one's pov:
To Dal Sae's surprise it was a quiet day. L came home carrying many bags of random useless things he didn't need. He stayed in his bedroom all day and didn't even eat dinner. Like every other Tuesday the other live in maids didn't sleep at the mansion and instead visited their families. And like every other Tuesday Dal Sae didn't have any where to go. She had been invited many times to go with the other maids but she felt like a burden and politely refused.
Seeing as L wouldn't bother her that night she went to the kitchen and cooked herself simple eggs and ham.

Dal Sae's pov:
To go with my meal I wanted to drink some soda even if it was late so I went into the small storage room in the kitchen to get some. As I was about to exit I saw the considerably big calendar resting by the door.
I had been asked to hang it up one night when Mr. And Mrs. Kim had guests. It had been about 3 weeks before young master rich jerk arrived at the mansion. It only took me 5 minutes to realize that I had been asked to do so because they wanted to withhold the appearance of a good family.
The calendar had young master rich jerk's birthday marked by multicolored pencil marks and stars.
The following day I had been instructed to take it back down and to place it back if any important guests arrived in the future.
I lowered myself to the calendar so I could read it.
"March 13, Kim Myungsoo's Birthday"

What good was marking his birthday on a calendar when it's clear to anyone with eyes that they never really cared? I've never even seen them all have a meal together. Mr. And Mrs. Kim are never home anyway.
Then it hit me. It was as if someone had painfully ripped my heart out of my chest and dropped it off a cliff.

Today was March 13.