In an attempt to settle a three generation family feud, Baekhyun has to marry someone from the other family. Being the silently rebellious son that he is, he decides to ditch home two days before a formal meeting was suppose to take place. He runs off with nothing but his wallet, some cash, and his I.D. Knowing that being on the streets would make it more likely of him being found—with the connections of a friend—Baekhyun ends up being the maid of a large villa on the beach belonging to the infamous Park's only son: Park Chanyeol
The knowledge that Byun Baekhyun had to marry the kid of another family in order to achieve peace between his family and said family for a feud that had been going on for three generations was widely known to everyone in Baekhyun’s large household, including Baekhyun himself. He had known for months that this was the plan set out for him, and in the beginning, he was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of the annoying feud ending. But, at the last minute, two days before the meeting of the two families and future couple-to-be was to be held, he muttered, “Fuck this,” ditched home and left his pretentious life.
Figuring that it was never like him to bend for stupid, middle-aged traditions that were beyond ridiculous, Baekhyun didn’t want to look back. He figured that the only way he’d be able to get himself to go back home was if his family would just man the hell up and do things diplomatically rather than sacrifice a son and a life.
The moment he got out of the house, Baekhyun stood at a crossroad. He didn’t know where to go, so he ended up wandering the city of Seoul at night and checking into a high rate hotel. It wasn’t until morning that he realized that he shouldn’t use his credit cards at all if he didn’t want to be dragged back home and force to marry a stranger.
He took a train, using cash, to Kai, who lived on the other side of Seoul. Baekhyun knocked on his door wearing nothing, but the same exact clothes he left home in. Kai wasn’t in the same social circle as Baekhyun, but with Kai, working for a catering company, and with Baekhyun’s parents' frequent parties, Byun Baekhyun got to know the kid.
Initially, Kai was accepting of the fact that Baekhyun needed a place to stay, but as a week and a half passed, Kai got tired of Baekhyun lazing around, doing nothing, but breathing air. With his inconsistent paychecks, Kai didn’t know whether he could support another human being under his roof. So, with a heavy heart, Kai had to break the news of his decision concerning the situation to Baekhyun.
“Morning, Baek,” Kai greeted as Baekhyun came out of the bedroom—Kai’s bedroom, which he reluctantly gave up. “Had a nice sleep?”
Baekhyun mumbled a reply, running a hand under his shirt to rub his cold chest. His droopy eyes moved to the kitchen table. “Ramen?” he asked, groggily.
Kai nodded, smiling. “All day, every day.”
“Every day it is,” Baekhyun muttered. He yawned, rolling his shoulders to undo knots. “Why not cook other things?”
“I’m always on a tight budget, Baek. You know this,” Kai sighed, setting down the coffee mug in his hand. He leaned on the kitchen island. “Listen. We have to talk.”
Baekhyun carelessly nodded, still half asleep. He pulled out one of the chairs at the table, making a screeching noise as the chair moved. “Shoot.”
“You need to get a job,” Kai blurted. “Or at least, you need to be more independent. Maybe even go home—”
Baekhyun’s eyes snapped open. “I am not going home.”
Kai raised his brows and put a hand in front of him. “Okay, okay. Forget I said that, then. I’m just saying. I can’t support both of us.”
The twirling of the sticks in Baekhyun’s bowl of ramen stopped and a long silence was born. “Sorry.” Baekhyun looked up at Kai. “I didn’t know where else to go. Every place that popped in my head was a place that my parents knew I’d go to. You were the only one that I knew wouldn’t come to mind when they thought about where I’d gone.”
Kai shrugged. “It’s fine. But hey, listen. Just because I’m telling you to get a job—”
“—you mean ‘leave,’” Baekhyun cockily corrected, to which Kai shrugged, grinning.
“More or less of a better term,” Kai commented. “Anyways, just because I’m putting you in this situation doesn’t mean that I’ve completely forsaken you to deal with the cruel world of unemployment alone.”
“Pray tell how you’re going to pull me out of the shit hole that you dug for me,” Baekhyun said, rolling his eyes as he began to eat.
“I was catering for a party a few nights ago when I was thinking about our situation,” Kai started. He had Baekhyun’s attention, though Baekhyun pretended to be bored and uninterested. “I overheard some female maids gossiping in one corner, you know? They were talking about a this new opening at this family’s house. I’m guessing from the way they were talking that this family is kind of important—”
“—What if they were talking about my family?” Baekhyun interrupted. “Are you trying to in-avertedly send me back home, you ass?”
“No!” Kai laughed. “I swear, I’m not! Let me finish, okay?” When Baekhyun nodded hesitantly, Kai talked again. “So, with my silver platter full of high-class treats for rich, snarky bitches, I moved closer to them. They were sharing information and I just so happen to—” Kai reached in his back pocket and pulled out a ripped, crumpled up piece of paper, showing to it Baekhyun “—get the address.”
“You went up and asked the maids for information about a maid opening?” Baekhyun asked, shrilly.
“No,” Kai groaned. “I was listening in and I just memorized it.”
“You’re fucking me right now.”
“One: not interested, and two: no,” Kai smirked. “I just have good memory. It comes in handy when people are telling you fifty million things about what the hell they want at their fucking party.”
Baekhyun quirked his lips, being a bit doubtful. “Toss that to me.” Kai complied and folded the paper enough for it to be tossed without flailing around in the air.
Baekhyun unraveled the paper. When he saw the address, he snapped his eyes at Kai. “This is all the way on the fucking coast.”
“Did I forget to mention that?” Kai asked playfully.
“You really want me to be gone that badly,” Baekhyun mumbled with no hard feelings. But then he thought about it. If he was to go off and work for some family hours from where his family was, the likelihood of them finding him was minimalized to oblivion. “Kai,” he called. “In all seriousness, in terms of job description, do you think I have the technical skills of a maid?”
Kai glanced up. “Well, can you cook?”
“Moderately. Well enough to keep myself alive,” Baekhyun nodded, though his eyes were still on the paper.
“Uh, what about cleaning?” Kai asked.
Baekhyun put the paper down and gave him a look. “Does your apartment look like a fucking pigsty right now?”
Kai clicked his tongue and pointed a finger at Baekhyun. “Then that proves that you can clean!” he laughed.
Baekhyun put an elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand. “What else do maids do?” he mumbled.
“They say ‘yes master’ and ‘no master,’” Kai answered.
“Not my style,” Baekhyun said before folding the paper. “Anyways, sure. I’ll check this job opening even though to the rest of the world—excluding you—‘maid’ refers to female servants, not—” Baekhyun motioned to his crotch “—males.”
“A job’s a job, Baek,” Kai tsked, picking up his coffee again and moving around the island to join Baekhyun at the table. “Might as well give it a go.”
Baekhyun scoffed, twirled his sticks, playing with his food, then said, “Sure, if they don’t mind having a maid with a dick.”
Oh, fuck my soul, Baekhyun thought as his eyes glazed over eleven women outside the address Kai had given him. As he casually made his way over to the end of what he presumed to be the “line”, Baekhyun fixed the hood of his clothes and pulled his pants up—not that his skinny jeans would allow itself to be risen up higher.
When he got to the back, a few of the women—some of which were girls—turned around to look at him. Baekhyun smiled and waved as if he had a reasonable reason for being there other than to apply for the same job that they were there for. He took a gander at what they were wearing: heels, skirts, a nice top, and so on. Then, Baekhyun looked at what he was wearing, which were Kai’s not-so-in style clothing. The only thing he wore that was his was the jeans. No one would’ve been able to guess his family’s background the way he looked right then and there.
The line, as Baekhyun found, did not take long to deteriorate. The women would go in and spend about five to ten minutes inside the house before they came out. Most of them came out looking upset and dissatisfied. It made the rest of the line worried. Apparently, Baekhyun had come very late so he was the last one to do with no one else behind him.
When he went inside the house, the first thing he noticed was the view of the sandy beach and ocean. God…Why doesn’t my family own shit like this…Baekhyun frowned the rest of the way as he was being led to a room. As he entered the room, the nice feeling he got from the ocean view dissipated as he was confronted by a woman, who he thought looked like a cross examiner.
“Sit,” the woman ordered behind her glasses. Baekhyun froze for a second at her coldness, but recovered quickly, garnering the energy to smile at the bitch before sitting down on the only other chair in the room. The woman then held out her hand and Baekhyun didn’t understand what she was asking for. He figured that she wanted to shake his hand, but when he reached over to shake, the woman pulled her hand away. “Not your hand! Your resume!”
The woman stared at him, then took off her glasses. “Do you mean to tell me that you don’t have a resume with your previous works and employment written down along with names and phone numbers for recommendations for this job?” she asked, rather disbelievingly.
Baekhyun wasn’t entirely intimidated. He was used to people like this, but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he hated people like her. Pretentious. “Uh, no.”
The woman gave him a look. “Do you know what this job is for or did you just stumble on here? We’re not running a gym, which is what you are dressed for. We’re a household looking for a maid, not a fitness trainer.”
I look like a fitness... What? “And I am here looking for a job, which is being your so-called ‘maid,’” Baekhyun said, lifting a hand. “I’m not at the wrong place, unless my friend heard wrong, which I doubt he did. I don’t have a resume, no, but I do know a thing or two about maids.”
“I’m sure a hormonal, young man like you would,” the woman scoffed. “Do you have any skills? Cause you look like you don’t.”
“Ouch,” Baekhyun said, faking a hurting look. His attitude in this entire interview was completely slacking. Was he even trying? “As a matter of fact, I can cook and clean.”
It was Baekhyun’s turn to scoff. “What else do maids do? I’m healthy. I breathe. I’m alive. I can even be a good companion if an old woman like yourself want someone to watch your daily morning shows with you as you’re eating your oatmeal.”
The woman’s face was blank and un-amused. “I see…” She waved a finger in the air. “You’re very sarcastic. You don’t even care that I’m a potential employer.”
“I care,” Baekhyun corrected. “I’m just unrelenting.”
“I can sense that.” The woman sighed and put her glasses back on. “Well, that is all.”
Baekhyun grinned, nodding as he got off his chair. “That was quick. It’s been nice. I’ll be seeing you never,” he said, cocking his head as he turned for a door.
Just before he reached for the doorknob, he heard the woman behind him say, “You better not mean that. I better see your sarcastic face back here in the evening with all your belongings. All servants stay in the house. You will be fed, but you will not be required to wear a uniform because your job is a little out of the case.”
Baekhyun whipped around. “Lady, did you just hire me after that insultingly stupid interview?”
The woman shrugged. “You are a male—”
“—Yes, I am.” Baekhyun motioned at his lower half.
“Therefore you can’t get pregnant,” the woman added.
“And the likelihood of you falling in love with the Park’s son is less than those of the women who came before you.”
Baekhyun smirked. “Why, thank you. I’ll try not to fall in love with said boy,” he said, pretending to tip a hat. “I’ll be back, lady. Of course, I won’t have anything with me. I’m kind of homeless right now.”
The woman’s jaw dropped. “Homeless?”
“Yeah. No clothes or anything.”
The woman groaned and rubbed her temple. “Fine. Fine. Come back after doing what you need to do. Then, one of the other servants will take you to buy some clothes appropriate for this house.”
Baekhyun bit his tongue, about to tell her about his well-stable financial situation, but figured he’d tell the person he’d be shopping with that he can pay for everything on his own. “Okay.” Before he left, he had to ask, “So where will my room be?”
“Across his room.”
“Mr. Park Chanyeol, who is now your main priority.”