The house itself had seven bedrooms, but as Baekhyun later found out, only four were occupied. He expected a handful of servants at the helm, but as he saw, the only people working at the house was the cook, the landscaper, Park Chanyeol, and himself.
Kyungsoo was the cook. He had beautiful eyes and a slender body with looks that could tug a man’s heart out. Even Baekhyun had to admit that if Kyungsoo wasn’t so motherly, he’d actually fall for him himself. Sehun was the landscaper, though “flower boy” would’ve been a better job title since all he practically did was snip the hedges and water plants.
As it turned out, the woman who did the interview did not live at the house itself. She, apparently, was Park Chanyeol’s grandmother—a very protective one at that, Baekhyun thought. He almost felt embarrassed for his interview. Almost. Adding to the ongoing revelation of things, Baekhyun found out that Park Chanyeol was the only Park living in the house. So, really, Baekhyun was a personal maid rather than a family maid.
Three days passed before the three of them—Kyungsoo, Sehun, and Baekhyun—got busy cleaning and dusting the house extra well. Kyungsoo had gotten word that Park Chanyeol was making a return to his house, which Baekhyun thought was a bummer because he really liked casually getting to know the other two people. But then he shrugged, realizing that one day his newfound employer would have to come home someday from god knows where.
Of all the times to come home, the bastard decided to come home at one in the morning. Baekhyun, of course, was sleeping, and despite Sehun urging him to wake up to greet the guy, Baekhyun—already too comfortable with Sehun—slapped the hand away and told him to come back at some other time. Sehun tried his best to wake him up, but gave up when he knew that his efforts were futile.
When morning came, Baekhyun got up because he knew he had to. He opened his closet full of clothes bought with the last bit of cash he had on him back when he was taken out to shop with Kyungsoo. Not thinking too much of it since there wasn’t a uniform, he put on a thin, white shirt under a gray cardigan and slipped on a pair of perfectly fit jeans. He went on to brush his teeth and even took his time brushing his hair. By the time Baekhyun looked at clock, it was already nine-thirty. He shrugged. At the moment, he didn’t care if Mr. Park thought that waking up at this hour was unacceptable. Not my prob—Baekhyun stopped when he realized that it was his problem.
Baekhyun opened the door of his room, took a few steps across the hall, and burst into what he knew was Park Chanyeol’s room. His eyes glazed over the room and eventually made their way to the bed where a sleeping figure was sleeping under the covers, face flat on the pillow, stomach facing down. Baekhyun puffed his cheeks with air before exhaling, exhausted with his job already now that it actually started. He moved to the foot of the bed and placed his hands on it. Then, he began to shake the bed with everything he had.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!” he loudly sang. He heard silence and shook harder. “Yah! Time to wake up and do things!” When Baekhyun heard a small groan, he smirked. “Wake up and smell the grass.”
When Baekhyun resorted to whistling, his attendee finally had enough. Though muffled, Baekhyun could hear Park Chanyeol’s angry, deep voice. “I get it! Fuck!”
Smirking, Baekhyun took his hands off the bed and leaned back. “Then let’s get going! Kyungsoo made some bitchin’ breakfast in the kitchen, which—might I say—looked amazing—”
Chanyeol scowled into his pillow before rolling on his side to take a gander at who the hell was waking him up. When he saw a perfectly handsome guy standing over his bed, he was almost at a loss for words. He didn’t let Baekhyun’s appearance distract him too much. Chanyeol went back to frowning disapprovingly at the guy. “Who the fuck are you?”
Baekhyun glanced up at the ceiling before meeting Chanyeol’s eyes. He didn’t forget to note that through his peripheral vision, he could see that Chanyeol wore no shirt to bed. Classy, Baekhyun thought. “Well, I’m your new maid.”
“You’re a guy.”
Using both hands, Baekhyun showcased his lower half. “Yes.”
“And you’re a maid…”
“A job’s a job,” Baekhyun said, imitating Kai’s answer.
Chanyeol stared at Baekhyun for the longest time. His eyes often shifted to Baekhyun’s smirk before scanning the guy’s body. “Why aren’t you wearing the uniform?”
Baekhyun looked down and pinched at his clothes here and there before looking back at the shirtless Chanyeol. “I was told there wasn’t a uniform,” he said brightly. “I wouldn’t have worn it, anyways.”
Groaning, Chanyeol threw his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes. “What kind of unorthodox maid are you?” Beyond Chanyeol's sight, Baekhyun heaved his shoulders. Chanyeol sighed. “Never mind. Anyways, come over here and do your job.”
Baekhyun yawned and rubbed his eyes. “I thought that waking your royal highness up was my job,” he laughed. “My morning job, at least.”
Chanyeol snorted and sat up. “Not even. Since you’re a guy, you probably won’t have any problems with this.” Chanyeol paused for a second before moving the cover off his body. It was then that Baekhyun realized that not only was Chanyeol shirtless, but the pretentious fuck was naked all the way down to his toes. “Help me with my problem.”
Baekhyun’s eyes moved to Chanyeol’s member, not amused. Then, they darted back at its owner; the smirk on Baekhyun’s lips was gone and his lips were pursed. He leaned, grabbed the covers and aggressively threw it back on Chanyeol’s body. “Impressive, but how about no.”
If Chanyeol was groggy with sleep before, he wasn’t anymore. He glanced at the sudden stern look on Baekhyun’s face. “But you’re the maid,” he said, innocently.
Baekhyun raised a brow. “I don’t recall jacking you off as one of the things that I had to do.”
“But all the others before you accepted.”
“Good for them,” Baekhyun said. “But I’m not.”
The two stared at each other for a few moments before Chanyeol broke out a grin. “Congratulations. You’re not fired for trying to touch me.”
Baekhyun blinked for a second before forming a sarcastic smile on his face. “Wonderful.”
The grin on Chanyeol’s face remained. “What’s your name?”
“Byu—” Baekhyun halted himself. His last name was really well-known. Baekhyun decided to leave out his last name. “Baekhyun.”
Chanyeol nodded. “You already know who I am.”
No shit, Baekhyun wanted to say, but then he remembered he worked for this guy now. He smiled. “Of course, I do.” He scoffed before turning. “Get dressed, you nudist. Like I said, Kyungsoo made breakfast. You can eat alone. I think I just lost my appetite thanks to you.”
As Baekhyun walked to exit the room, Chanyeol called out, “Let’s see how long you’ll last, Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun put a hand in the air, indicating that he didn’t care much. “Wasn’t even planning on staying, Chanyeol,” he muttered under his breath.
“I swear, you look familiar, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol said as he finished the last bit of coffee in his cup. He glanced back up at Baekhyun, who was washing the pots that Kyungsoo had used. The guy looked like he was from an old photograph Chanyeol had seen somewhere...
Baekhyun didn’t appear to be affected by the words. “Impossible. I’m perfection. There’s no one else like me,” he said.
Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” Then he turned his attention to Kyungsoo, who was beside Baekhyun, putting the dishes on the rack. “Kyungsoo. Any word from the old woman?”
Kyungsoo finished putting the last of the dishes where they belonged. “Uh, let’s see—oh! Your grandmother called this morning when you were still sleeping.”
“She asked to meet you in town by eleven,” Kyungsoo informed. He wiped his wet hands on a hand towel. “She also wanted you to bring Baekhyun along.”
Baekhyun groaned. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol’s eyes snapped to him. Baekhyun noticed and waved a hand. “Excuse my enthusiasm.” The two then silently went back to talking between them, leaving Baekhyun to leave the room to join Sehun, who was outside sitting on a chair, lazily hosing plants with water.
When he was gone, Kyungsoo went around to the table where Chanyeol was sitting. “How was the meeting?”
Chanyeol rolled his eyes, scoffing sarcastically. “Just awesome. Turns out their kid ‘ran away’. Wouldn’t be surprised if this is just a damn cover up because they didn’t wanna put their part of the deal in,” Chanyeol said, biting his lips.
“Did your parents pull out of the truce?”
Chanyeol shook his head. “They were going to. I thought that this bump in the road would break me away from this entire thing, but then that stupid family convinced them that they’d get their kid back. Like hell, how the hell are they going to find her?”
“I’m sure she’ll go back home sooner or later,” Kyungsoo reassured.
“I’d rather she didn’t so this contract will bend and sway my way,” Chanyeol grumbled. Then he sighed and pushed his chair back, standing up. “I’ll just have to wait and see. Once they find this girl and I meet her, I’ll find a way to break this stupid arrangement.”
Kyungsoo smiled up at Chanyeol. “Which shouldn’t be too hard since she actually ran away to get away from all of this.”
“True.” Chanyeol pushed his empty mug at Kyungsoo. “Thanks for breakfast as always, Kyungsoo. I should go get dressed for that old woman.” He looked at the cup and tapped the table with his index finger. “Call that new maid—Baekhyun – and have him wash that since it’s his job. Then tell him to get dressed.”
“Will do,” Kyungsoo said, playfully saluting Chanyeol, who gave him a smirk in return. As Chanyeol shuffled his way out the kitchen and returned to his room, Kyungsoo rose from the table and opened the door to the deck where Baekhyun was watching Sehun do his thing. When he opened the barrier, he became aware of Baekhyun’s voice.
“Yah! You missed a spot!” Baekhyun said loudly, directing the message to Sehun.
Sehun turned his head up at Baekhyun as he turned the water off. “It’s practically all sand back here! I can’t water everything too much or else it’ll get too mushy.”
“The plants look like they’re withering, though,” Baekhyun commented, leaning on deck’s rail. “Come on, Sehun. Be more observant. Do your job,” he said, laughing.
“Yah, you just got here,” Sehun retorted. “You shouldn’t tell me how to do anything.” The look on Sehun’s face made him look like a pouting pup. “Besides, if you just looked behind you, you’d see that Kyungsoo’s waiting for you to notice he’s there. Who’s the one that needs to be more observant here?” He flashed a dominant grin to Baekhyun before turning his head and pivoting to the shed beside the house. “Later.”
Baekhyun replied with a “Hmph,” and turned around. Not to anyone’s surprise, Kyungsoo was there. Like always, he had a smile on his face. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Chanyeol needs you to get dressed to meet his grandmother in town right now,” Kyungsoo informed him.
Baekhyun almost rolled his eyes, but stopped himself. “Alright, then.”
“Oh!” Kyungsoo went back inside the house and came back out with the mug. “Before I forget, he also wanted you to clean this.”
Baekhyun took a look at the mug. He didn’t wanna wash a mug. He didn’t like working for other people. But, he signed up for this. He stepped forward and took the mug from Kyungsoo. “Sure thing,” he said. He thought he sounded too annoyed and felt bad that he was directing that at Kyungsoo, so Baekhyun ended up smiling. “Thanks again,” he said as he made his way back into the house.
Kyungsoo turned and watched Baekhyun enter the house. Then he turned back to face the ocean and was only interrupted by Sehun, who came back from the shed. “So they’ll be leaving?”
“Yeah…” Kyungsoo glanced at Sehun. “When they leave, wanna just go over there again?” Kyungsoo asked, nodding his head off to the shore. “I mean, if you’re done watering your plants.”
Sehun laughed, but nodded. “They’ll survive.”
Kyungsoo smiled and turned back to enter the house. “I’ll just see them off, then.”
“I’ll get the buckets,” Sehun said.
“Get a shovel, too,” Kyungsoo called before he slowly began to close the sliding door.
“It’s a done deal,” Sehun said, just in time before Kyungsoo completely shut the glass door.
By “dressed”, Chanyeol expected Baekhyun to change into something more formal than his shirt and cardigan, but when he came out of his room, his new maid was still dressed in the same thing that he wore that morning.
When Baekhyun saw Chanyeol coming from the hallway, he rose from the couch. “You look like you’re ready to meet your grandmother. Look at you in that cuffed shirt,” he said before pausing. “You look good.” Baekhyun smirked and Chanyeol couldn’t tell if the “compliment” was mocking him or if it really was a compliment.
Chanyeol decided not to address what Baekhyun said. Instead, he turned the focus on Baekhyun himself. “I thought I told you to get dressed, Baekhyun. You just started working here and you’re already not following the code.”
“What code are you talking about?” Baekhyun asked, folding his arms. “Cause I didn’t get the maid manual with this code explained inside.”
Chanyeol sighed exasperatedly. “It’s called the listen-to-what-I-say-and-do-it code.”
“Unheard of,” Baekhyun argued jokingly.
“Okay, I’m not going to argue with you on this. When I tell you to do something, just do it, please,” Chanyeol said, rubbing his temple. “Especially when it comes to my grandma. I know that you’re new and everything, but come on, now. You were interrogated by her to get this job, weren’t you? Cause then, you’d know what kind of person she is.”
“Yeah, but your grandmother ended up hiring me, so the only thing that tells me is that she—” is bitching grandmother “—has her head in the right place,” Baekhyun said. He looked at the clock. “What time are we supposed to get there?”
“We’re supposed to be there in tw—fuck. Ten minutes.” Chanyeol turned to Baekhyun. “I really wish you changed into something less flimsy.”
“T-shirts and cardigans say I’m casual,” Baekhyun said, grinning.
“Really? It says ‘I’m casual because I don’t care’ to me.” Chanyeol reached into his pocket and took out his car keys. “Never mind this. Let’s go.”
Baekhyun put his hands in his pocket and slumped his shoulders. “Lead the way, Mr. Park,” he said, clicking his tongue as he walked behind Chanyeol.
Baekhyun expected to be meeting the hag that Chanyeol called his “grandmother” at a place where fancy people reigned, but as it turned out, she chose to meet a small, but pricey café. They sat a table meant for two. Baekhyun, without asking for permission, grabbed one of the chairs from a nearby table and moved it to theirs. Chanyeol gave him a look, which Baekhyun met, took, and ignored.
Chanyeol’s grandmother ordered tea and, being in the presence of his grandma, Chanyeol ordered tea also. Baekhyun gave Chanyeol a glance when he did this, obviously losing respect for his employer. Baekhyun, on the other hand, ordered a can of Sprite and a slice of cheesecake.
It was then Chanyeol’s turn to look at his new maid with a judging look. “Are you serious? Soda and cheesecake?”
Baekhyun shrugged. “I’m just trying to be casual,” he said, grinning. “Tea makes me stiff.” He looked at Chanyeol’s grandmother. “As in, uptight stiff.”
Chanyeol’s grandmother scoffed. “I see you’re the same as the last time I saw you.”
“In fact, never been better,” Baekhyun said. The clinking and clanking behind them from the kitchen brought a thought in Baekhyun’s head. “I should go wash my hands before the waiter comes back.” He stood from his seat, which screeched. “Try not to miss me too much.”
Chanyeol and his grandmother watched as Baekhyun swayed his way over to the counter and asked politely if he could use the restroom. The politeness radiating off of him as he talked to the guy over the counter made the two scoff simultaneously. When Baekhyun was gone, Chanyeol’s attention went to his grandmother.
“Why did you hire him?” he sighed.
She raised her brows. “Why not? Don’t you find him amusing?”
Setting her hands on the table, his grandmother asked, “I hired him because he seemed…different. Also, I felt a little sense of déjà vu when I saw him.”
“And why is that?” Chanyeol asked, leaning back in his chair.
“Couldn’t place my finger on it,” she admitted. “But anyways, I wanted you to bring him again so I could see something for myself.”
Chanyeol creased his brows. “See what?”
“I ordered the mandatory background check on him for safety reasons,” she said as she reached into her purse and pulled out a thin file. “I figured he’d have some sort of background with a few misdemeanors. He seems like he’s that type of boy. But, when the report came back in, I found that he had no criminal records—misdemeanor or not—but I did find something extremely interesting.”
She opened the folder and pulled out Baekhyun’s profile. “When he told me his name, he told me ‘Baekhyun’. I thought he was saying that his last name was Baek and his first name was Hyun. Understandable?” Chanyeol nodded. “When the report came back—Here. Take a look at that,” she said, pointing her finger at the other name besides the name Baekhyun had given the both of them. It was in bold, right above Baekhyun's photo.
“Byun…” It came out of Chanyeol like a whisper. “As in—”
His grandmother nodded. “As in the family that you and your parents met with days ago.”
Chanyeol scowled. “What the hell? Is this some sort of plot against our family? My parents’ company? Is he going to kill me in order to get his sister out of this stupid marriage?”
Chanyeol’s grandmother blinked. “Chanyeol, Baekhyun has no sister. He’s—” She halted when Baekhyun came out of the restroom, making his way back. She calmly, yet hurriedly put the papers back in the folder and placed it back in her bag. “He’s the only child of the Byun family,” she whispered before Baekhyun was within earshot.
Before Chanyeol could reply, Baekhyun plopped back in his seat. “You’d think that by now a few drinks and a cheesecake slice would be here, right?” he said, flashing a smile. “I—oh, never mind. I take it back,” he said, laughing as he saw the waiter make his way with drinks on one platter and a plate with Baekhyun’s desired cheesecake.
Cheesecake was easily one of Baekhyun’s favorite things to eat, which explained his escape from reality when he took the first bite. It was about thirty seconds into his cheesecake delve that Baekhyun glanced up to find his other two companions watching him.
Chanyeol’s grandmother blinked and looked away, taking a sip of her tea, but Chanyeol was a different case. “Quit staring. You’re embarrassing yourself,” Baekhyun said. His voice was distorted to a degree because of the fork he had in his mouth.
In response, Chanyeol only stared. Baekhyun didn’t like the heat he was under so he just went back on to eating. Chanyeol, though, was stuck in a frozen state. Chanyeol was still reeling from the revelation that the guy sitting next to him, the guy he had flashed that morning, the guy who applied to be the maid at his house, was the same guy Chanyeol's parents arranged for him to marry, and the same guy who ran away because he didn’t want to marry him.