The Gloss in the Rough Love

Chapter 2 : The Love

On the swing, sat a small girl with black long hair, her sad face showed how much she was feeling worried about her life. Her eyes had tears and they were ready to roll down anytime.

Slowly, she hugged her knees to her chest and rested her head there.

Quietly, the master of the house watched her from the balcony. We couldn't read his eyes as they were staring into her back.

"How she ended up here as a new housekeeper?" Coldly, his voice came out asking the one behind him.

"She was homeless when we found a group of gang trying to harass her two days ago." Hoon, his bodyguard explained.

"Are you sure she's homeless?"

"Yes, she has no parent or siblings. Before she became homeless she lived with her aunt and she was kicked out when her aunt found out that her husband tried to have an affair with her."

"..."

"And she's willing to live here as a housekeeper and do whatever she can because she doesn't want to go out there homeless." The boss remained silent but he was thinking about something.

"Any study background?"

"She graduated high school but didn't have chance to go to college, family matter."

"Work?"

"She used to do part time jobs but they fired her when her aunt spread what happened in the family."

"I got it. You can go." He said and Hoon bowed before walking away.

Yoongi slowly stepped down the stairs and walked toward the swing which YeonAe was sitting on.

He fixed his eyes on her face as she had her eyes closed with her head on her knees.

YeonAe...Lee YeonAe...

He repeated the name over and over in his own head while staring into her face. It was familiar yet it's not. It's just on the tip of his tongue.

Beautifully, her eyelashes moved up and when she saw who in front of her, her eyes became wide. It caused her to stand up quickly that she almost lost her balance.

"B...Boss..." She mumbled keeping her head low.

"Look at me." He said, his voice was hoarse and flat.

"N...Ne?" She still had her head down with fear.

"Are your ears working fine?"

"Ye...Yes..." Her lips trembled, he noticed.

"And you're stuttering."

"N...No, sir."

"You are."

"I'm...not."

"And you're talking back at me."

"That how a conversation goes on, sir."

"You..."

"I'm sorry..." Still with her head down, she muttered.

"Follow me." He said turning his heels and walked away. She was dumbfounded at that spot, staring at his back.

"Still there?" Finding she didn't follow, he turned to give her a weird look. She startled at meeting his eyes and quickly put her head down again.

"N...Ne, I'm going." She said walking behind as he leaded the way.

In his office, she sat on the couch facing him, eyes on her hands while her boss sat arrogantly with his right leg on his left knee.

"You're an orphan." He started.