Can You Keep My Secret

Chapter 7 - save me

"Wow it really is the prez." I look over to see who says that and I see the Moron Trio approach me.

"Seriously, a maid?" Jackson says in amusement.

"This is hilarious." Jiyong says as they start surrounding me.

"Hey lets call everyone." Jungkook adds, "time to take some pics."

I turn away from them. Everything's going downhill...

"Are you gonna run away?" Jackson threatens as he grans my wrist and pulls me close to him, "is this really ok prez? You torment guys all the time at school and then we discover you are a maid?" I try to let go from his grip, but I'm really weak right now.

"Let me go, please." I ask

"We're gonna need some special service, then." Jungkook says as he slowly touches my hair.

"Ok the video is rolling." Jiyong says as the huddle around me so I can't escape.

"Call us your masters or something." Jungkook adds.

"Aren't you supposed to be a maid?"Jackson questions as he grabs my chin to look at him.

My body feels so weak...

"Wow, I didn't realise you were actually a girl." Jiyong says.

"Dressing like this makes you look..." Jungkook starts as he reaches for my shoulders.

"Don't touch her just because she's cute." A man says while his arm is around me.

c-cute?

"N-Namjoon Hyung!" They say in unison as the back away from us quickly.

"Are you ok?" Namjoon asks. I nod in response. He then turns to glare at them, and they get scared and start speeding away.

He puts one arm around my waist and another on my forehead, "I'm sorry." I say, and he gets startled by my comment and looks my in my hooded eyes. I start panting heavily and feel as if I'll faint at any moment, "Sorry, Namjoon," I repeat. He just smiles softly as I start closing my eyes.

"It's ok, rest all you want." Namjoon comforts me.

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-In bedroom-

I wake up feeling a wet towel placed on my head, I look around and find myself at home in bed.

"Mimi," mom says to me, I look over to her replacing my towel with a new one, "I was so shocked when the chief called."

"Sorry I-" I start as I get up from my current position into an upright one.

"It's ok honey, here, have this." mom says as she gives me a bowl of soup, "Rest easy for today, you don't have to go to school." She leaves the room soon after and I weakly smile at her. Suddenly, I notice a blue scarf at the foot of my bed and I took it into my hands. This must be Namjoon's.

Resting  until now has cleared my head.

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-The next day on the roof of the school-

Namjoon and I are sitting next to each other at the edge of the roof, "You know, they haven't told anyone." Namjoon says, "that you're a maid that is."

"Oh, I was actually prepared for it." I say, "Did you do something to them?"

"Not really, I only asked them to not spread it around too much." Namjoon responds, "Since you're my secret entertainment." He smirks at me, I get flustered and get up to leave. I stop as I am about to turn the doorknob.

"So you are having fun with it." I state.

"I mean, you'd get mad if I told you I was actually worried, right?" Namjoon asks. I start getting angry and stomp over to him.

"Well personally, I'd think it's fine even if the school found out about it." I say.

"Having a part-time job isn't forbidden or anything." Namjoon starts, "Just because you're a maid, the fact that you're strong, smart, and never hesitate to make an effort won't change. I think you should be proud of it."

"I actually spent the entire day yesterday thinking about why you piss me off so much." I say. He looks at me, shocked.

"Didn't I just say something really nice?" Namjoon asks.

It's like, while I'm running with all my might, you're jogging slowly in front of me and then you start jogging backwards, mocking how slow I am. I'm really competitive, so that made me really mad...But, I was saved this time by you being in f front of me." I say, "So just watch, I'll pass you soon enough, then I'll be the one worrying about you." Namjoon stares at me with his large eyes. "Oh yeah, thanks for lending me your scarf, and for a lot of other things, too... I was trying to think of a way to pay you back, but I haven't thought of anything." I say as I give him his scarf back, "Maybe you could think of something."

"Then..." He starts.

"You already thought of something?" I ask

"Could you be my personal maid for a day?" He asks as he places his hand on his cheek.

"What?!" I ask.