Being the only and forever maid of Jonghyun[Jonghyun Love Story]

24 - Regrets

Jonghyun POV

She laid the flower in front of the grave. Her mouth shivers but she talked a lot to them. Her eyes were watery but she never cry. Her hands shook and they were held onto his hands.

I want to be with her. I should've be the one with her.

"M-master... can I pick my p-phone?" her breath glided on my cheeks and her lips moved gently which softly chafed over mine.

"You can ignore it." I spoke plainly but filled with vomen. Why now? "It's... it's onew's." she faded his name as if she fears me hearing it. "So how do you even know it's him?!" My voice raises and I stepped back.

She didn't even looked at the Caller's ID. Why at this time?! So they are besties and have telepathy now, Huh?!

"I set the ringtone...." she avoided eye contact and siad with her head downward, like she have did something wrong. And that is WRONG for me. Now they are special enough to set eachother ringtones.

And... and she ceased all this just to pick his phone.

I am not mad. I am just unsatisfy for me not winning her heart. But I'm not losing.

Your (Jaemin) POV

Master is mad. I can feel that.

He left silencely leaving me with his last death glares. I grabbed my phone which is shaking violebtly and I clear my voice hoping that it will sound normal.

"Hey girl~" always that cheery voice. "Hi~" I pulled the vowel to sound happy. "Umm... I left my earbuds at your home, can you bring me that later you are free? Just left it on the shoe's shelf." he said embarassly and that's how he often act careless. "Ok~" I said simply but then I got no reply from him.

"And next week it's..." he suddenly said with voice filled with sadness. "Yes..." I always remember that day. "Do you want me to come along?" he always ask. "I will text you later today." I tried to raise my voice and sound happy, hope it works. "Ok. Talk to you later." Call end.

It's the day...

It's silence and awkward. I want to find a suitable time to ask. And maybe it's the good time now. I inhale enough air to gain my bravary and ask "Master, I want to know if... if you have time the same day next week to-" I didn't finish my sentence but he already rejected me mercilessly "No."

I kept quiet again. Only forks and spoon sound of dinnering could be heard. I think he is still angry at me...

I should let Onew come then next week. And it's always him accompanying me. But why do I feel... feel despaired.

Because It's the day? Because I got rejected? Because I pick the phone?

No. I didn't regret to do that. Yes I can't.

Or have I?

A/N: I added some conflicts between the maid and the master. So what do you think? And I tried to update more frequently~ Vote Comment and Thanks for Reading.