Adorkable [j.woo] | COMPLETE

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When she woke back up she wasn't in her home, again. Always somewhere different ever since meeting Taehyung. High ceilings rose over head- so it's not his penthouse- a chandelier hanging in the center of the room- definitely not his place. Slowly Jiwoo managed to sit up. "W-wait." She looked around quickly, making her head spin, "where's Joker?" She murmured to herself as she gripped the bed she was on to keep her balance. "Where the hell am I?" She frowned, "why's it so hot?" She muttered as she sneezed twice in a row. Sick again? Slowly Jiwoo swung her legs over the side of the bed which felt like it was yards off the ground. She slid down and headed for the nearest door.

As she opened it she felt a slight resistance and then she heard a shatter, followed by a light swear. When the door came open fully Jiwoo saw an older women in maid's uniform knelt over the floor with a rag, a cut on her hand. Around her was bits of shattered porcelain glass. "Are you alright?" Jiwoo managed to ask as she used to door to brace herself.

The women looked up then bowed quickly, "oh it's quite alright Ms. Jeon. I was bringing you some tea when the door opened and I dropped the cup. It's sharp so don't come closer." She murmured as she continued dealing with the mess carefully.

"Let me help, I think it's partially my fault." Jiwoo murmured as she slid down the door to her knees, reaching for an extra rag at the women's side. She hadn't even processed that the women had addressed her as Ms. Jeon. So formal.

The women shooed her hands away, "don't worry Miss! It's my job. Go lay back down, Mr. Kim said you aren't well."

Jiwoo frowned, trying her best to connect the dots with her scrambled brain. Then it hit her, "oh, is this Taehyung's place? He should've left me at home. I didn't know he had a room like this." She murmured.

The women laughed, "actually no this is Mr. Kim's house. His father owns the property. I'm just the maid."

Jiwoo's eyes widened. "Maid? W-wow... they really do live an easy life."

The maid chuckled, "yes I do suppose they do. Which family are you from?"

Jiwoo sighed, "I'm kinda orphaned... I go to school with Taehyung."

"The new or old one?" The maid asked, seeming to be confused.

Jiwoo paused, "uhm..."

The maid popped her mouth with her not bloody hand, "oh my bad! I forgot about your injury! How rude of me to ask so many questions."

Jiwoo shook her hands quickly, "no it's alright, we're all people here."

The maid smiled, "wow Mr. Kim must've been right. You're nothing like the girls his son usually brings back... I guess his punishment is working."

"Punishment?" Jiwoo murmured.

The maid sighed, "Of course he hasn't told you. He has to impress ladies somehow."

Jiwoo couldn't hide the confusion of her face. "I'm just a no one... I have no money so I don't understand why I'm here... I probably can't even afford to replace that cup."

The maid's eyes widened. "Really?"

Jiwoo nodded slowly, and that's when the maid told the young girl her name and the reason why Taehyung had been cast out and cut off from the family. After allowing it all to sink in Jiwoo managed, "then why am I here?"

Ms. Song chuckled, "that is a good question isn't it. Why don't I help you downstairs and you can ask them all yourself."

Jiwoo smiled, "no it's alright. You should really tend to your hand."

"Dear that's sweet, but it's my job..." she gave Jiwoo a look that she understood very well. Of needing to do whatever it took to get that next paycheck. She felt stupid allowing it, but Jiwoo allowed the older women to take her to Taehyung or his father, she wasn't really sure which "Mr. Kim" she'd paged for at this point.

She was escorted through a labyrinth of fine art and fancy rugs and other objects. Hall after hall until she was lead to the doors of an office. Daunting and black with silver trimming, Ms. Song stopped and knocked softly on the door. She poked her head in a moment, through the glass doors Jiwoo could make out the blurred figures of two men. One had been braced over the desk, the other was slouched back in his seat nonchalantly. The standing and angry looking figure messaged his temples before sitting down reluctantly. He made a waving motion with his hand as Ms. Song came back out of the office leading the girl closer.

The wood was cool under her touch as Jiwoo walked through the door, bracing it to keep herself standing straight.

The man behind the desk stared at her from behind his small glasses, his eyes heavy and intense. She sat down in the open seat beside Taehyung. As she neared the chair he stood, holding her arm gently as he helped her to the chair. His father watched coldly, and as the two teenagers sat down he braced his hands on the wood. "So I see you have a new hooker."

Jiwoo's eyebrows furrowed, "you think I'm a what!?"