❥Chapter 1: The Beginning (1/1)

“Hey, what's your name?” A boy with big eyes approaches you, looking curious, his words translate as “Who are you? I'm new here” “I'm _______” You answer shortly, He looks confused with the absence of “You?” in the end of your answer. “I'm Do Kyungsoo” His eyes curiously look at you from head to toe, “are we the only kids around here?” you just nod silently, without looking at him on the eye. For most of the time of your childhood, you've only been playing dolls on your own, or with a female servant, but that's nothing closer to what called fun. All the kids went back to their village, there's more or less, nothing around you, no entertainment, no fun, no warmth, despite the fact that your father owns a theater which holds a musical at least once a week you still find no entertainment. The musical gives you a little pain on the head, it's too much, it's too glamorous, it's too loud, you gain nothing but a cheap lady joining you on the way home. “May I know who are you?” Kyungsoo who has been silent for a while asks, “Pardon?” “Um...like...who are your parents? My mom and dad work in the kitchen starting today's tea time” “KYUNGSOO!” A lady approaches Kyungsoo, “Oh dear God, Mommy has been looking for you everywhere, this house is enormous.....” she kneels in front of him, getting the same eye level, “listen Kyungsoo, it's mommy's first day, mommy's busy, okay? You're coming with mommy and don't run around anymore” “okay mom...then....later ____!” He turns to you and waves his little hands to you. “Miss?” Kyungsoo's mom looks rather confused or surprised, “oh so you're Mr. ___'s daughter? Please excuse my son if he has made something unpleasant, he's not this way back home” “He's okay...though” you answer slowly, making sure he doesn't get nagged on again. “How sweet of you, miss. You look like a sweet shortcake I've just baked, and I'm Kyungsoo's mother, just call me Mrs. Do, I'll be working in the kitchen, if you need anything, just get me at the kitchen, I know what a little girl like” Mrs. Do said with a motherly smile after that, probably the warmest smile you've ever got. “Mom why do you always refer people with a food??” Kyungsoo protested, earning a glare and a 'sshh' from his mom, “See you later miss, we'll be at the kitchen!”                                                                                                    ❀ “Mrs. Do, can I have a cup of earl grey?” You said as you walk down the stair, holding your pale peach skirt in one hand, “sure honey, oh is that your new skirt?” “um..yes...you're the one who sew this” “oh yes right!right....” in a decade she has been on your 3 dearest people employed in your house, she, her husband and....her son. In a special way, way of the youths. The Do feels like another family for you, they're more welcoming, they talk to you more than your father do. But you can't just literally say they're your family, but you can be a part of them with the way that makes you flustered everytime you think about it. “Pardon me, miss, you're blocking the way” a soothing voice pulls you out of the day dreamland, “Oh! um..yeah..absolutely..yeah....” “Thank you” he leaves you a smirk as he bring his gardening tools and you can't help having a look at his growing muscle behind his rolled-up sleeve, that's what his works give him. “Miss, your earl grey is done” Mrs.do calls you from behind, “Okay! You Do keeps on surprising me...” She answers your sentence with a giggle, “You just daydreamed to much miss” “Um..Mrs.Do?” “Yes?” “Can we have a talk...you know, you're the only grown woman I'm comfortable with...it's a little of a girl's talk” "Sure, my _______"  “You know what's coming right?” “Oh..the next musical?” “Yes..it's a weekly though but...It's a two decades celebration and guess what father just told me?” You put down the rose printed porcelain tea cup. “ “You're coming with me this time”?” “You know me that well don't you, Mrs. Do?” “I've always wanted a daughter, but I got Kyungsoo and his brother instead, and there's you, I don't know if it's proper for me to say this but you're like my own daughter. And what's the problem with coming with your father?” She blocks your hand from pouring another earl grey, “no, not too much of it” “Uh..sorry. I don't really like going to his theater..It's too glamorous, it's too loud, it's just too much for me.” Those words are coming fron a girl who prefer to get her garments sewn by a woman than buying it from a luxurious boutique in the town, “and the show girls, they make me want to throw up there. Father says he wants me to meet somebody, a man, maybe, one of his men..” “from what I hear from you I guess you're having an eye on someone?” You stop for a while, trying to act like you're not having butterflies in your stomach everytime you see her son, “Yes” “That's..great of you! You've grown up already..”                                   “Mrs.Do..I like your son."