Slavery || Lee Taeyong

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park jisung

I woke up to a loud noise outside my bedroom door. I instantly knew who it was. I could hear pots clanging and spoons hitting the table.

Wakeup Duty. I was actually supposed to be working along with them, but Apparently, seven is a crowd.

I freshened up, getting ready for breakfast and gingerly stepped out of the room, not wanting to come across one of the members of the said 'wakeup crew'.

Seeing that the coast was clear, I made my way down to the breakfast hall, where I saw 17 people glaring at me.

"Uh.. good morning?" I tried with a nervous smile and a slight wave. I shuffled uncomfortably to my seat, between Jaemin and Jeno.

I was seated across Taeyong, who was obviously sleep deprived. You could easily see the bags underneath his eyes, as he struggled to keep his eyes open. 

His stern, unwavering eyes cut through my nervous ones as he asked, "Why are you late?" 

I looked at my wristwatch, only noticing then that I was around thirty minutes late for breakfast, and then realized that nobody else is allowed to eat unless all 18 men are seated around the large, circular table. 

"I-I overslept," I shyly replied. He sighed. "Okay, you can bring the food out now," he called out from behind the kitchen, and out came two females dressed in all black attire, holding trays of foods. 

Two familiar females. 

"I love this job so much," mumbled Mirae, probably sarcastically. She came to our side first, while the other woman served the other side. 

At the end of it, my plate was covered in assortments of pastries and meats. 

Most of us were able to stuff it all into their mouths, with room to spare. Including me. I rolled my eyes at the fact that the other girl was doing most of the work, while Mirae was standing awkwardly, waiting for somebody to finish so that she could collect their plates. 

It's not that Mirae was lazy, it's just that the other girl was rushing to finish the job, before Mirae could do anything. 

Mirae suddenly disappeared back into the kitchen, and failed to come out for a good ten minutes. 

I was about to take a look inside, until a middle-aged woman came out, with similar features to Serin, the housewife. She almost seemed like a sister or something. 

She took a look around the room as her eyes focused on a specific person. Her. The person whose name I still do not know. 

Serin's possible sister stood there, staring at her for a couple minutes. Only then did the other notice that she was needed in the kitchen. She grabbed Taeyong's plate hastily and balanced a whole nine plates on top of each other, bringing them into the kitchen, with the older woman following behind her. 

Weird.

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