Irene
"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the phone resonated in my ears, like a sweet melody on repeat.
"Jimin, I don't know if you remember me, but my name is Irene," I timidly spoke, not knowing if he was busy or not. I met Jimin through my time at the Min's estate. They were a wealthy family, of course, and could afford many servants. I loved working there, but Mr. Min let me go. I smiled remembering the way he would look at Jimin whenever he walked by, or the way his eyes lit up at the mention of the blonde-hair male's voice. It was a cliche really, Jimin, the handsome servant, catching the eye of the multimillionaire.
"Oh, Irene! Long time, no call. How have you been? I haven't heard from you since you left the Min estate," He talked animatedly. I pictured him waving his hands in the moment, since he would always do that in excitement.
"I'm good, Jimin. Um...I have something to ask you," I started to fidget with my hands nervously.
He took a moment to respond. I heard giggling and a deeper voice on the other end, "You can ask me anything. You were my closest friend whenever you worked here."
"Is it possible for the boss to fall for the help," I questioned quietly, afraid of the answer, but expecting it all the same.
"Love is love, Irene. It doesn't care about social status, race, class, gender, height, weight, distance. If you fall in love, it happens. There's nothing that can stop it." He spoke passionately and I nodded my head with everything he said. I let it soak in, a warm and fuzzy feeling took over, and I smiled widely.
"Thanks Jimin. That helped a lot, I never knew you were so wise," I giggled.
He huffed and I could imagine his pouting face as he spoke, "You underestimate so much, Irene."
We continued talking about everything that has taken place in the span of my absence. It felt good to talk to someone who was in my situation also, and not have them speak to me like I'm lower than them, or with pity in their tones.
"Thanks again, and I hope we can meet up sooner or later. I would really like to catch up more," I told him, smiling.
"No problem, it was good hearing from you again, I'll see you soon, bye!" He hung up before I could say another word.
I lied on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. He liked me...but he only confessed because he was drunk. I also couldn't get the image of Mark and Jackson out of my head, the way he held him down, and the way Mark went in for a kiss.
I shook my head, trying to clear my head of the memory, and held my now burning face. He couldn't be gay, could he? I mean, he's slept with many women, but that could have easily been a cover up for his sexuality. He could be bisexual, but how does that concern me? Sure he likes me, but would he ever act on his emotions? Would he ever step down from his role as a playboy and be with me, the lowly help?
I need to call BamBam now. I held my head, already feeling the headache he will cause me because of his fanboying. Now that I knew Mark liked me...would I confess back to him when he's sober? Would he say confessing was a mistake on his part, and he didn't mean it? My heart ached at the thought of rejection. I'd wait until he confessed to me sober, like a real man. And then I will confess to him.
Sighing, I went down stairs to see a sleeping Mark. I smiled, admiring the way his face actually looked angelic, for once, but he looked cold if the way he was shivering was any indication. I grabbed a blanket from the closet and covered his form with it, pressing a kiss on his forehead before I stepped back, blushing from what I just done.
I hurriedly ran up stairs, burying myself in my covers and closed my eyes, feeling a smile make it's way onto my burning face.
"Goodnight, Mark Tuan," I said before letting sleep take me.
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