GAME | PJM

母爱

hwayeon rolled her eyes whilst her daughter gulped awkwardly.

"whatever." and she clanked her heels away to go to her bedroom.
and do nothing.

yeonmi spotted the peeking face of the maid emerging from the mask of the kitchen door; she smiled and the maid smiled back.
it wasn't so much of a luxury to have a maid, they simply needed help around the place; yeonmi did.

she was the glue to their broken home.

strikes of red and vigorous scratches were evident on her kind, naïve face that were a result of the wrath yeonmi's mother caused upon her–her freshly varnished, extensive fake nails were something you didn't want to cross.

but the maid was still eager to take the job, nevertheless.

yeonmi whipped her head around and eyed a packet of band aids that sat on the window ledge; the maid used those a lot, and left them places by accident when weaving in between rooms and such. she stood to reach out and pick them up. she walked towards her and the maid took them gratefully as she bowed.

yeonmi shook her head whilst smiling.

"no need to do that, we're friends."

she embraced her warmly.

solemn tears pricked the maid's eyes

but for the wrong reasons.

yeonmi's watch read: 12:47

jimin.

she had to go.

with a last squeeze in their happy-filled hug, she heaved open the front door and waved goodbye.
she just assumed that she didn't look like complete trash.

the maid waved back with a cheery smile, and trudged back into the consequence-causing kitchen.

coincidentally, a cab was about to pass by the sidewalk where yeonmi was stood. she stuck out a thumb just in time.

the cab driver reeled down his window and asked to what destination she'd like to go to-in a more informal manner.

she checked her phone to recall what jimin had told her where they were staying; she projected the message to the man and ultimately hopped in.

the engine rumbled, and they were driving through the streets of busan.

ecstatic was much too weak a word.