The engine a subtle reminder of the journey ahead. As the taxi navigates
fare, thanking the driver as he nods and drives away.
intercom buzzes, and Mrs. Kim's voice greets them warmly through the
luggage from the trunk, placing it on the sidewalk. Seul-ki's mother pays the
through the city, the driver adeptly navigating the morning traffic. As they near
taxi pulling up outside prompts them to gather their luggage, each piece
contrast to the dense urban environment they left behind. Eventually, the taxi
They lock the apartment door behind them for the last time, the finality of the
The morning sun illuminates the modest apartment where Seul-ki and her
moment to adjust to the new environment, her eyes taking in the grandeur of
completes her morning routine. Shetidies up the space, ensuring that
speaker. The gates swing open, inviting them into the estate. They collect their
their destination, the buildings become more grand and spaced out, a stark
With the taxi now a distant hum fading into the city's morning chorus, Seul-ki
action not lost on Seul-ki.The taxi driver, a middle-aged man with a kind face,
mother have spent their final night before embarking on their new roles. Seul
carrying a part of their past lives.
turns into a tree-lined street, arriving at the imposing gates of the house where
through the bustling streets of Seoul, Seul-ki gazes out the window, watching
the vehicle. Seul-ki and her mother slide into the back seat, the soft hum of
Seul-ki and her mother will work.
greets them with a nod as he takes their luggage and places it in the trunk of
ki rises from her bed, her body moving with practiced efficiency as she
everything is in order.Seul-ki's mother supervises their final sweep of the
and her mother stand before the wrought iron gates of the Han residence. The
apartment, making sure nothing of importance is left behind. The sound of a
Seul-kisteps out of the taxi, the morning air crisp against her skin. She takes a
the house and its well-manicured grounds. The taxi driver retrieves their
the cityscape pass by in a blur of colors and sounds.The taxi makes its way
luggage and make their way up the driveway, the crunch of gravel underfoot punctuating the quiet of the morning.As Seul-ki and her mother approach the entrance, the front door opens, revealing Mrs. Kim in the grand doorway. She offers them a welcoming smile and steps aside to allow them entry. The two women cross the threshold, their footsteps echoing softly in the marbled foyer. Mrs. Kim instructs a younger maid to take their luggage to the maids' quarters.Mrs. Kim leads Seul-ki and her mother through the opulent corridors of the Han residence towards the master quarters.
The doors to the room are ajar, and as they enter, they are met with the sight of the owners seated on a plush sofa. Mr. Han, a man of considerable presence, and his wife, a poised and elegant woman, look up from their conversation as the new maids are introduced.Upon entering the master quarters, Seul-ki and her mother come to a respectful stop a few paces from the owners' sofa. Seul-ki bows deeply, her voice clear and respectful as she introduces herself and her mother. "Annyeonghaseyo, Mr. and Mrs. Han. I am Lee Seul-ki, and this is my mother, Eun-ha.
We are honored to serve in your household." Her words hang in the air, a formal introduction that marks the beginning of their new roles.Mr. Han leans forward slightly, his gaze focused on Seul-ki as he asks, "Seul-ki, which school do you attend?" There's a brief pause, as if he's considering his next words carefully. "I want to move you to my school. You could help my son, Ji-hoon. You might be the same age." His tone is both a statement of intent and an offer, carrying the weight of his influence and the expectation of compliance.Seul-ki straightens from her bow, her eyes meeting Mr. Han's. She responds with a respectful nod, acknowledging his words. "I attend Seoul Arts High School.
Mr. Han," she replies, her voice steady. "I would be honored to assist Ji-hoon-ssi at your recommended school."Mr. Han nods in approval at Seul-ki's response, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Very well," he says, his voice carrying an air of finality. "I will arrange for your transfer to the new school. Ji-hoon could use a peer who understands the pressures of academic life." He then turns his attention to Eun-ha, welcoming her to the household and expressing his confidence in their abilities as maids.After the meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Han, Seul-ki and her mother, Eun-ha, find themselves in the privacy of their shared quarters within the grand house. Seul-ki turns to her mother, her expression serious. "Mother, Mr. Han wants me to transfer to his school to help Ji-hoon," she says, relaying the conversation that transpired earlier.
Eun-ha nods thoughtfully at Seul-ki's revelation, her eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and pragmatism. "That will be a great opportunity for you to get closer to the young master," she says, her voice carrying a tone of strategic calculation. "It's important that we make a good impression and secure our positions here. Helping Ji-hoon could be beneficial for us both."The air in the hallway is thick with the scent of polished wood and fresh flowers as Seul-ki steps out of her quarters, her mind still echoing with her mother's words. She walks with purpose, her steps measured and quiet, as she makes her way towards the kitchen to familiarize herself with the layout of the house and her new duties.Ji-hoon glares at Seul-ki, his posture rigid with irritation. "Watch where you're going, peasant," he snaps, his voice echoing through the hallway. Seul-ki's eyes widen at the harsh words, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
She quickly bows her head in apology, her voice barely above a whisper as she responds, "I'm sorry, forgive me, please."Seul-ki immediately steps aside to clear the path for Ji-hoon, her gaze lowered in a show of respect and deference. Without another word, she turns and walks away, her steps quick but silent as she moves down the hallway. She makes her way to the kitchen, focusing on her new responsibilities and determined to make a positive impression in her role as a maid in the Han household.Seul-ki, having composed herself after the encounter with Ji-hoon, decides to address the matter directly. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before seeking out Ji-hoon in the hope of speaking with him privately. She finds him in the library, engrossed in a book.Seul-ki enters the library, the scent of aged paper and leather-bound volumes filling the air. She approaches Ji-hoon, who is seated at a large mahogany desk, his attention focused on the pages of a thick tome. "Excuse me, Ji-hoon-ssi," she begins, her voice calm and respectful.
"May I have a moment of your time?"Ji-hoon looks up from his book, his expression one of mild annoyance at the interruption. He marks his place with a silk bookmark and closes the tome with a soft thud. "What is it?" he asks, his tone carrying a note of impatience.
Seul-ki stands her ground, maintaining a respectful posture yet with a determined look in her eyes. "Ji-hoon-ssi," she begins, her voice steady, "I understand that my presence here is a result of my family's circumstances, and I am grateful for the opportunity to work in your household. However, I believe it is important for us to maintain mutual respect."Ji-hoon leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he listens to Seul-ki's words. His dark eyes study her face, taking in the sincerity of her expression. There's a moment of silence where the only sound in the library is the soft ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner.Ji-hoon's face hardens at Seul-ki's words, his eyes flashing with a mixture of surprise and anger.
"How dare you," he retorts, his voice sharp and cold. He rises from his chair, his posture rigid with indignation. "Get out."After Seul-ki exits the library, she makes her way back to the maids' quarters, the weight of Ji-hoon's words lingering in her mind. Once inside her room, she retrieves her phone from the small bedside table and dials Chae-won's number. The call connects after a few rings.The phone rings a couple of times before Chae-won's voice comes through, warm and familiar. "Seul-ki, how are you?" she asks, her tone hinting at her concern.Seul-ki takes a deep breath before responding, her voice carrying the day's mix of emotions. "We've found work, Chae-won. I'm going to be moving to a different school," she says, her words measured and careful.
There's a pause as she waits for Chae-won's reaction, the silence filled with the hum of the connection.Chae-won's voice comes through the line, tinged with surprise. "A different school? That's unexpected. What brought this on?" she asks, her tone reflecting her curiosity and concern.Seul-ki sits on the edge of her bed, phone pressed to her ear. "Mr. Han arranged it. He wants me to attend the same school as Ji-hoon," she explains, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of changes. "I'll be transferring soon."Chae-won's voice is a comforting presence in the phone call, a stark contrast to the tension Seul-ki experienced earlier. "Ji-hoon, huh?" Chae-won muses, her tone thoughtful. "He's always been a bit of a mystery. Keeps to himself mostly. But he's smart, I'll give him that. How do you feel about all this?" she asks, genuinely interested in Seul-ki's perspective.Chae-won listens attentively to Seul-ki's concerns, her voice empathetic as she responds, "It's understandable to feel anxious about such a big change, especially with someone like Ji-hoon. But remember, you're strong and resourceful. You can handle this."Seul-ki ends the call with Chae-won, her heart a little lighter from having shared her concerns. She moves about her room, neatly folding her clothes and placing them into her luggage.
The room is modest but comfortable, with soft light filtering in through the curtains. She tucks her sketchbook, a treasure trove of her thoughts and emotions, into the side pocket of her bag.Once her belongings are packed away, Seul-ki takes a moment to glance around the room, her eyes lingering on the few personal items that adorn the space. Satisfied that everything is in order, she moves towards the small bed, its surface neatly made. She slips under the covers, the cool sheets a welcome comfort after the day's events.Seul-ki sets her alarm for a short nap, ensuring she won't oversleep. She lies down on her bed, the soft pillow cradling her head. The room is quiet, save for the faint hum of the central air system. As she closes her eyes, the day's tension begins to ebb away, replaced by the gentle pull of sleep.The alarm on Seul-ki's phone chirps softly, rousing her from her nap. She wakes feeling somewhat refreshed, despite the day's earlier events. She sits up, stretching her arms above her head, and takes a moment to collect her thoughts before getting up to start her evening routine.
Having rested, Seul-ki rises from her bed and makes her way to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. The kitchen is spacious and modern, equipped with high-end appliances and a large central island. As she enters, she finds Mrs. Kim, the housekeeper, already there, busy with meal preparations.Mrs. Kim looks up as Seul-ki enters the kitchen, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Ah, Seul-ki, you're just in time. Could you help me with these vegetables?" she asks, gesturing towards a pile of fresh produce on the counter.Seul-ki nods in agreement and moves towards the counter where Mrs. Kim is working. She picks up a peeler and begins to prepare the vegetables, her hands moving with practiced ease. Mrs. Kim provides guidance, showing Seul-ki the specific way the Han family prefers their vegetables prepared.As Seul-ki continues to assist Mrs. Kim, the kitchen fills with the comforting aromas of dinner preparations. The sound of chopping and the sizzle of ingredients hitting the hot pan create a soothing symphony of culinary activity.
Mrs. Kim, pleased with Seul-ki's diligence, offers words of encouragement and appreciation for her help.Seul-ki finishes her task with the vegetables and moves on to the next chore. She approaches the sink, which is filled with soapy water, and begins to wash the dishes. The warm water and the rhythmic motion of scrubbing provide a moment of respite from the day's stress. Mrs. Kim, in the meantime, tends to the simmering pots on the stove, stirring occasionally and checking the flavors.As Seul-ki continues to wash the dishes, the kitchen's atmosphere is one of focused industry. The clinking of plates and cutlery against each other forms a steady rhythm, punctuated by the occasional instruction from Mrs. Kim, who is now busy seasoning the dishes on the stove. Seul-ki pays careful attention to each item, ensuring they are all cleaned to the high standards expected in the Han household.Once the last dish is washed, rinsed, and placed in the drying rack, Seul-ki turns off the tap and wrings out the dishcloth. She takes a moment to dry her hands on a nearby towel, surveying the now clean and orderly kitchen. Mrs. Kim looks over from the stove, nodding in approval at Seul-ki's thorough work.With the kitchen tidy and the dishes done, Mrs. Kim stirs the pot one last time before turning off the stove. She tastes the broth, adjusting the seasoning with a pinch of salt.
"Dinner will be served shortly," she announces, her voice carrying the note of satisfaction. "You've done well today, Seul-ki. Please set the dining table."Seul-ki nods at Mrs. Kim's instruction and moves towards the dining area, located just off the kitchen. The table is large and rectangular, made of polished dark wood, with seating for eight. She begins by placing a crisp, white tablecloth over the surface, ensuring it drapes evenly on all sides.With the tablecloth in place, Seul-ki proceeds to set the table. She retrieves the fine china from the kitchen cabinet—each piece handled with care to avoid any chips or cracks. She sets a dinner plate in front of each chair, followed by the smaller bread plate placed above it on the left.Seul-ki carefully aligns the silverware on each side of the plates—forks to the left, knives and spoons to the right.
She places the napkins neatly folded on top of the bread plates, and sets out the water glasses and wine glasses for the adults. Lastly, she adds a small vase with a single fresh flower in the center of the table for a touch of elegance.With the dining table set, Seul-ki steps back to ensure everything is in its proper place. The soft glow of the overhead chandelier reflects off the polished silverware and crystal glasses, casting a warm light over the immaculately arranged table setting. Mrs. Kim enters the room, carrying a large serving dish filled with the evening's main course. Seul-ki moves to assist her, taking the dish from Mrs. Kim and placing it carefully in the center of the table.Mrs. Kim nods appreciatively at Seul-ki's help and returns to the kitchen to bring out the side dishes. Seul-ki follows, assisting with the transport of the various bowls and platters that complete the meal. Each dish is placed strategically around the table to ensure easy access for all diners.
Once all the dishes are laid out on the dining table, Seul-ki and Mrs. Kim retreat to the kitchen to have their own dinner. The kitchen staff's meal is more modest compared to the Han family's feast, but it is hearty and nourishing—a simple rice dish with savory side dishes, accompanied by a bowl of hot soup.Seul-ki and Mrs. Kim sit at the small kitchen table, their meals laid out before them. Mrs. Kim offers a brief word of gratitude for the food before they begin to eat. The kitchen is quieter now, with only the occasional clink of cutlery against the plates breaking the silence.Seul-ki's mother appears in the doorway of the kitchen, her face drawn with fatigue. "Seul-ki, dear," she calls out softly, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.
"Could you come here for a moment? I need to speak with you."Seul-ki looks up from her meal, her mother's voice drawing her attention. She glances at Mrs. Kim, who gives a small nod of understanding. Setting her chopsticks down, Seul-ki rises from the table and moves towards her mother, her curiosity piqued.Seul-ki steps out of the kitchen, leaving the warmth and comforting aromas behind. Her mother stands in the dimly lit hallway, a look of concern etched on her face. As Seul-ki approaches, her mother gestures for her to follow into a more private corner of the house.In the quiet seclusion of the hallway, Seul-ki's mother turns to face her. There's a moment of hesitation before she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Seul-ki, I wanted to talk to you about your new role at this school," she begins, her eyes searching her daughter's face for a reaction.Seul-ki's mother continues, her voice steady despite the underlying concern. "I know this isn't what we expected, but we must make the best of it. Working closely with Ji-hoon could be beneficial for us, especially with the debt hanging over our heads. But I want you to be careful. Don't let your guard down, and remember why we're here."Seul-ki listens attentively to her mother's words, nodding in understanding. "I've already sold the house and paid for some of the debt, OK mom," she responds, her voice carrying a tone of determination. She gives her mother a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before turning to head back to the kitchen.Seul-ki finishes her meal in the kitchen, exchanges a few words of farewell with Mrs. Kim, and then retreats to her quarters for the night. The room she shares with her mother is small but cozy, tucked away in the servant's quarters of the Han residence.Seul-ki enters the room, the soft glow from a bedside lamp casting a warm light over the simple furnishings. She moves to her bed, a narrow cot with a crisp white sheet and a woolen blanket folded neatly at the foot. She slips off her shoes and places them neatly by the bedside before sitting down on the edge of the mattress.Seul-ki proceeds with her nightly routine, changing out of her uniform and into her comfortable pajamas. She walks over to the small dresser, where a few personal items are neatly arranged, including her toothbrush and toothpaste. She brushes her teeth meticulously, taking care to maintain her oral hygiene. Once done, she rinses her mouth and places her toothbrush back in its holder.After completing her nightly routine, Seul-ki turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into a comfortable darkness.
The faint sound of the city's nightlife can be heard through the window, a gentle hum that serves as a backdrop to the quietude of the Han residence. She slips under the cool sheets of her bed and adjusts the pillow beneath her head, finding a comfortable position.As the morning light filters through the curtains, Seul-ki stirs from her sleep. The early hours bring a sense of tranquility to the Han residence, a stark contrast to the bustling activity that will soon fill its halls. Seul-ki rises from her bed, stretching her arms above her head to shake off the remnants of sleep.
Seul-ki makes her way to the small bathroom adjacent to her room. She turns on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it's just right. Stepping under the steady stream of warm water, she begins to wash away the remnants of sleep, the suds carried away by the gentle flow of water.Seul-ki steps out of the shower, feeling refreshed and ready to start the day. She dries herself off with a clean towel and dresses in her uniform, making sure it's neatly pressed and presentable. Exiting her quarters, she heads towards the kitchen where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cooking food wafts through the air, signaling the start of a new day at the Han residence.
Seul-ki enters the dining room, her footsteps quiet against the polished wooden floor. The Han family is already seated at the table, engaged in light conversation.
Mr. Han, dressed impeccably in a suit, looks up from his newspaper as Seul-ki enters. He gives her a brief nod of acknowledgment before returning his attention to the news.Mrs. Han, elegantly dressed and poised, offers Seul-ki a warm smile. "Good morning, Seul-ki," she greets, her voice soft yet commanding. "I trust you slept well?""Yes, Mrs. Han, thank you," Seul-ki replies politely, returning the smile. She takes her place at the table, a small setting prepared for her at one corner. The kitchen staff brings out a selection of breakfast items, including fresh fruit, yogurt, and a basket of warm bread.As Seul-ki begins her breakfast, Mr. Han clears his throat, drawing the attention of those at the table. "Seul-ki," he starts, his voice carrying an air of authority, "today is your first day at the new school. You'll need to register and get your uniform. Ji-hoon will accompany you and show you around the campus."
Seul-ki pauses, a piece of bread halfway to her mouth, as she absorbs Mr. Han's words. She swallows, then responds with a nod, "Thank you, Mr. Han. I appreciate the opportunity and the guidance." Her voice is steady, betraying none of the nerves that might be expected on such an occasion.
Ji-hoon looks up as Seul-ki approaches, his expression one of mild curiosity. "What do you want to know?" he asks, his tone neutral.Ji-hoon looks up as Seul-ki approaches, his expression one of mild curiosity. "What do you want to know?" he asks, his tone neutral.
Ji-hoon gives a noncommittal shrug, adjusting the strap of his bag. "It's just another school," he replies, his tone casual. "The teachers are alright, they know their stuff. The students... well, they're like any other group of rich kids. Some are nice, some not so much. You'll fit in fine." He starts walking towards the front door, clearly expecting Seul-ki to follow.Ji-hoon gives a noncommittal shrug, adjusting the strap of his bag. "It's just another school," he replies, his tone casual. "The teachers are alright, they know their stuff. The students... well, they're like any other group of rich kids. Some are nice, some not so much. You'll fit in fine." He starts walking towards the front door, clearly expecting Seul-ki to follow.
Seul-ki follows Ji-hoon through the grand entrance of the Han residence, her steps echoing faintly in the spacious foyer. Ji-hoon presses a button on the wall, and the large double doors swing open, revealing a sleek, black luxury car waiting in the driveway. The morning sun glints off the polished exterior, casting a warm glow over the scene.
Anyways don't you dare think because of my dad i will be driving you to school with me everyday,today is your lucky day,so i will give you a ride,said Ji.Hoon
Sure,Ji Hoon ssi,Seul-ki replies,Ji Hoon entered the car,what are you standing there for peasant,hope in,Shouts Ji Hoon.Okay,Seul-ki stammers.
Ji-hoon starts the car, the engine purring to life. He pulls out of the driveway, maneuvering the vehicle with practiced ease. As they merge onto the main road, the cityscape of Seoul unfolds around them, a blend of modern skyscrapers and historic architecture.The drive through the city is smooth, with Ji-hoon expertly navigating the morning traffic. Seul-ki watches the city pass by, her gaze taking in the familiar sights and sounds of Seoul. The silence in the car is punctuated only by the occasional direction from the GPS and the soft hum of the car's engine.
As Seul-ki gazes out the window, the city of Seoul unfolds before her eyes. The car glides past bustling markets filled with the vibrant colors of fresh produce and the lively chatter of vendors hawking their wares. Towering skyscrapers stand as modern monoliths, their glass facades reflecting the morning sunlight. Interspersed among these symbols of progress are traditional hanok homes, their curved roofs and wooden beams a testament to the city's rich history.
The car slows to a stop in front of an impressive school building(Ji Hoon's school). The architecture is a blend of modern design and traditional elements, with clean lines and a grand entrance that speaks of prestige and academic excellence. Students in crisp uniforms walk through the gates, their voices a lively symphony of youth and anticipation.Seul-ki steps out of the car, taking a moment to adjust her dress and gather her belongings. She takes in the grandeur of the school building, her eyes scanning the impressive facade. With a deep breath to steady herself, she walks towards the entrance, her footsteps measured and purposeful on the paved pathway.hey follow me Ji Hoon gestured in a loud and somewhat disrespectful command,hey"Right this way," He says, gesturing for Seul-ki to followed him down the hallway.
Hey this is the principal's office find your way in,I don't want people seeing me walking with a peasant,I'm going to class,gestures Ji HoonSeul-ki nods, acknowledging Ji-hoon's words. She approaches the principal's office, a solid wooden door with a brass nameplate that reads "Principal Choi." She knocks firmly, waiting for a response.
The door opens, revealing a stern-looking woman with silver-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She has an air of authority that commands respect. "You must be Seul-ki," she says, her voice firm yet welcoming. "I am Principal Choi. Please, come in."