"Good morning'

I mean afternoon Sir" the maid gave a small bow as Junpyo walked into the dining room. As usual, the maid didn't even wait for him to acknowledge her existence, let alone respond, as she backed her steps to the corner. Her job is to stand at the corner and wait on him, which usually doesn't take more than 10 minutes. The boy is known for his disdain for eating anything when he has a hangover. The glamorous lunch laid out on the grand dining table could feed the whole staff in the house, which was usually what happens and what is made for. Hours later, if not immediately after it was taken away, the entire house staff sits in the dining room assigned to them and enjoys their wonderful meal before they go on about their day. The lunch that looked like one of those glamorous shots you see in cookbooks was not even a little bit appealing to Junpyo as he sat by the corner drinking some of the smoothies they knew he loved. The boy they didn't expect to show up home until Sunday evening wasn't who the meal was meant for, to begin with.

The Saturday they had planned to enjoy alone in the empty house was disturbed when his car drove in around dawn. His blacked-out body was held to his bed by the driver and main security as they placed him carefully on the bed. The driver knowing the boy won't wake up before noon, had pulled on the window remote to ensure the automatic window didn't open at sunrise. Waking up to use the bathroom hours later, Junpyo had stripped all his cloth and hid his tired body under the blanket, not even caring to glance at the clock at 11:00 am. It took 3 more hours before we woke up around 2 pm and dragged his body to the shower. His headaches which had been shut down thanks to his medication, and the warm shower that had awakened his exhausted body was the only reason he was even up as he went taking a sip of the fresh juice. His tired eyes, glued to the tall wall-to-wall glass window of the dining room that gave a full view of the back garden, didn't even wait an hour of consciousness before the image that had disturbed his night was starting to play in his head.

The first image that occupied his mind was the green silk fabric flying in the cold air as her small frame tightly hugged the all-black man driving the motorbike. The first question that popped into his head was how the cold air of the night was not even an issue for the two as her exposed leg was left open to accept it all.

Forget who and how, and why?

All his questions, for now, were about the shocking images his mind was replaying.

Her exposed leg placed on the bike was switched to the better view he had of them when she walked into the elevator. The heel she had on could be a mistake for being the reason, but her well-toned legs alone had done the trick. How on earth were they the same legs he had seen enough time clothed by the school uniform? Maybe it was the dress? Maybe it was the dress that had made her legs the main focus and enticing enough that every man she walked past had glanced her way, getting a good view of her right leg exposed thanks to the long slit.

"Sir" the maid who had walked his way bowed down as she poured more into the glass he had just finished. She was startled that he had finished a glass of smoothie. She had brought some of the smaller dishes his way as she had spent the last few minutes witnessing his right hand picking some of the nicely laid out fruits and appetizers.

His mind was completely somewhere else, and she was even more shocked as she noticed his hands reach for the hangover soup the chef had made for him just in case. What is going on? She had made sure to get a good look at the young master before she headed to her corner. His eyes locked on the garden, he hadn't even bothered to notice her eyes that were close by and scanning him as she placed all the utensils by his side before heading back to her corner. Something must have happened last night; she concluded as she kept her eyes on his right hand, bringing the spoon of soup to his lips.

He really was eating!

As his occupied mind stayed somewhere else, the maid stood there watching him actually eat the food laid in front of him.

His eyes alternated between the food and the green garden; he wasn't even aware of how his body was savoring the food it had been asking for and was finally granted. All his thoughts were somewhere else as he wouldn't even recall what he had for lunch hours later. The vivid images he couldn't even control playing back in his mind had finally switched to her face, which had been one of the reasons he doubted that really was the girl that never dared to look up at him at school. It was easy to argue that there was no way that was her as he recalled her cat-like brown eyes. Makeup doesn't change one look that much; that definitely can't be her, he questioned his own memory.

"Sir" The maid that was assigned to make his bed had made sure to grab his phone that was buzzing and bring it to his side before she went back to the massive bedroom and fishes her tasks.

Changing the sheets and pillowcases.

Making the bed.

Picking and washing his cloth he threw them on the floor.

Cleaning the bathroom... she had a list of things to accomplish.

His eyes finally left the garden and focused on his phone on the table. A missed call from Jihoo, plus 3 Texts were waiting for his attention. His exhausted lips weren't interested in opening yet as he texted the group chat to meet up for dinner. Jihoo separately got a text to meet him in an hour at their favorite spa. Jihoo being the sanest of all, Junpyo needs to pick his brain before he shares anything with the other two.

The small bow she sent him wasn't even noticed as he left the dining table and headed to the stairs. His robe flying to the nice breeze of the opened window was the last thing she noticed as the tall figure headed up the stairs. That was the cue she needed to walk to the table and notice how he had fished two glasses of his smoothie, the soup, the salad, and a few pieces of bread with the seasoned butter the chef had placed to go with the soup. He had a good lunch today.

" Sir" The maid cleaning the bathroom gave a small bow as she noticed the man walking into the massive bathroom and heading to the sink.

The washed and neatly folded towels were placed on the towel rack, and she was out of the room in seconds. The boy wasn't even aware of her presence as he left his toothbrush in his mouth and took off his robe followed by his shirt. Her eyes caught the robe and shirt landing on the floor, she wondered if this boy knows he could place them on the counter. But then again why was she there for? She was getting paid good money so he doesn't even have to think about how and where he placed anything.

Less than a quarter of an hour later she would be back in the bathroom cleaning all the items he left on the floor and over the counter. His skincare items, his perfume, and his medication were her first targets as she placed them back exactly where they need to be. She knew to place every item where it belonged, if she even made an inch of change to things she knew she could easily be fired. He was that serious about his things. There was a reason she was assigned to his room, She was very particular and never messed up anything. In the room she had memorized inch by inch, she was the only one trusted to handle his bedroom.

As she opened the bedroom window to let the fresh air in, she caught the black car speeding away from the driveway to the back gate of the house. The moment she noticed the car, she commanded the automatic sound system to turn apple music on. It wasn't just her, the moment they caught the car leaving the gate, all staff breathed out and started heading to the garden swimming pool they had planned to spend their afternoon by.

Unlike his dark eyes, whose focused stare never brought any harm her way, his lips had whispered out what he saw to his friends. Jihoo didn't even bother to entertain the thought he had deemed beyond impossible and utter bullshit.

" No way?' Yijeong excited and startled by Junpyo's story jumped up from his seat to look at the images on Junpyo's phone.

" Told you these people are sick" Woobin blew out the cigarette he inhaled. His exhausted body still recovering from last night will need the whole weekend before he fully takes in the notion the disgusting mute girl from school works as an escort.

"She probably slept with somebody to get into this school too," he added blowing the white smoke and resting his head on the pillow.

" Maybe that's why she looks like trash and never even looks up at school" Yijeong went on zooming on the photos.

" This can not be her" zooming on the backless dress Yijeong whispered.

" This is not even a clear picture" Yijeong threw the phone to Woobin who was snapping, requesting for the phone to be sent his way. Jihoo standing away from the couch set was busy playing with the wall dart. These idiots are reaching a new low if they think that the same girl is.

" This is so not her. Look at the dress" Woobin dismissed as he threw the phone on the table.

" Are you sure it was her?" he asked sending his eyes to Junpyo sitting in front of him.

" he has a photographic memory so must be her" Yijeong was the one who responded as he adjusted his body laying on the couch. His exhausted back requested more comfort as he threw his shoes and laid down flat.

" I told you the charity kids are something else" Woobin focused his eyes on Junpyo pulling the water bottle to his lips. Why on earth was Junpyo, who never ever cared about any of the kids they bullied, interested in this one now? Was a question his mind started formulating but was immediately wiped away when he heard Yijeong's question.

" How much do you think she charges? " Yijeong asked getting the attention of all.

" Don't even think about it" Jihoo, who had stayed quiet from the moment Junpyo started telling the story, finally opened his lips and gave a direct order to the least favorite of his friend, Woobin.

" Ewwww, am insulted that you think I would pay to sleep with people like her," Woobin protested as he kicked his feet off the table and sat up. The complete disgust on his face wasn't enough, he had to sit up to show his utter detest at what his friend had suggested.

" But it would be cool to see her nake.." Woobin swallowed the last few words as Jihoo's sharp eyes glared right at him.

"She has interesting legs" Junpyo whispered behind the water bottle held against his lips. All startled eyes were focused on him, waiting for an explanation for what he just said.

" They're super skinny and were naked when they drove off" he added what he found interesting.

" Maybe she doesn't feel cold" Yijeong explained as he tried to recall any mental picture of the girl. Was she skinny? He can't even recall.

" She looks haunted so I can't believe she could work as a hostess" While woo bin recalled her empty eyes that had looked at him while she kneeled by his feet, Junpyo was forced to recall her shimmering eyes that had paused everything as they stared right into his.

" She doesn't look that pretty to be selling her to even regular people let alone be a hostess"

" But then she is young so" Woobin added. He couldn't even find a reason anybody would pay any money to sleep with her if they had access to choose from a line-up.

" I would imagine people to have a better taste"

" Maybe she's really good at it" Yijeong winked at Woobin as he pressed play on the game he put on the big screen.

"She doesn't look like it" Woobin shut that down as Jihoo giving up on the whole conversation started heading out of the game room and into the kitchen. He needs a drink.

" How do you know?" Yijeong asked the question that would fule various curiosities that will start the line of drama waiting for the girl come Monday.

" Maybe it's so weird fetish thing" Yijeong put out another hypothesis.

" You know what they say about powerful old men" he focused his attention on the car race game that was about to start.

" being tied and stomped and shit" Woobin adjusted his pillow to level his head up so he could watch the game Yijeong was about to play.

" If she does that. She might make good money"

" I hear they charge a lot" Woobin and YiJeong went on as the chat happening next to him slowly started fading away as Junpyo's mind darted to the old man's hand she had let move across her body with little to no hesitation. When his hand landed on her ass, she even smiled and placed her head against the old hag's shoulder. It was too easy to accept that she was an escort, servicing rich old men. All things pointed to that. Her pimp or one of his goons picking her up was concluded for the mysterious biker man. But was it her? That was the questioning still eating Junpyo as their relaxing afternoon lead to a quiet dinner and movie night at Woobin's mansion.

Just like Saturday, Sunday was a quiet day as they woke up to a refreshing breakfast served by the Woobin family chef. The late breakfast was followed by a wonderful time at the shooting range that served a small lunch before Jihoo was the first to leave and head home to do some school work. Junpyo, whose phone had been crying for his attention, was the second to leave as he listened to the missed calls reminding him he had some charity foundation show and dinner to attend.

His mind was distracted by all the fake smiles she had to extend, and fake stories he had to tell Junpyo was out of it when he got home around 9. The driver slowly parked the car in the driveway had stayed shocked the boy was coming home this early. Not only early but with no alcohol in his system. If he didn't know better, the driver might assume the boy might be looking forward to Monday as he heard the maid whisper that he was fully doing his nightly routine before he went to bed with the book he had been reading for the last few days. Wanting to confirm it for himself, the driver knocked before walking into the master bedroom.

" I was wondering if you wanted to drive to the school yourself for the morning?' the driver asked a puzzling question as Junpy's eyes from the book shifted his way.

" I am asking because the Maserati is being serviced" he tried using a useless explanation, but it seemed like it worked as the boy's eyes returned back to the book. The Window that was left open to let the beautiful view of the moon and the nice breeze fit the right mood of the rain sound speakers from across the wall were whispering.

" I'll take Blue" Junpyo whispered as the driver gave a small bow and walked out the door.

Maybe something is happening tomorrow, the driver concluded, and he was right.

Monday Morning.

His baby Blue car he rarely drove to school, had gotten some attention as Junpyo drove it to the VIP parking lot. His parking spot was 3. Sipping his coffee, he sat in the car, eyes focused on the driveway from the main gate. The line of cars dropping up his peers was ignored as he made out the few people walking along the tall trees that line the long driveway from the gate to the main driveway.

5.

10.

15 minutes. The time went on as he finished his tea and sat arms crisscrossed.

Why on earth was he even doing this?

What if it is her, why does he care?

Since when did he start caring about his peers?

All the questions he was pondering with were eliminated the moment he caught the tiny figure appearing from the distance. Her lunch bag in her right hand as her left stayed in her jacket she had zipped up, her worn-out backpack laying on her slouched back and tired-looking shoulder, her untamed hair swinging left to match the wind that was also blowing her skirt. He scanned the blurry figure that had her eyes glued to the ground as he continued her walk along the trees. As always, her bare legs weren't that fathomed by the cold that had been attacking them, her black boots zipped up to protect her slow-walking feet; nothing about this girl looked like the girl he saw cruising through the hotel lobby. His eyes glued to the figure waited until she finished her 5-minute walk all the way to drive away and started heading to the main entrance of the social science building. There was no way this girl was the same girl, his brain was fighting against himself as he leaned down to catch her turn into the building before she disappeared out of his view.

There is no way this is her. This pathetic being who looked haunted could not be the same one he had chased down a hotel lobby.

Closing his eyes, Junpyo took a deep breath. Maybe she was just a look-alike?

His brain, unable to accept this girl was the one from that night started coming up with other theories. The clear photographic images his mind took of the mysterious girl from the elevator kept playing over and over as he compared it against the girl he had sat in his car waiting for over 30 minutes. Her glowing legs the slit of her black dress exposed and her black heels that extenuated every step she took across the carpet were the complete opposite of the pale ones that had just walked to the building. The small freckles across her naked back that he couldn't seem to shake out of his mind, her collarbone and shoulder he had taken note of when she turned his way and sent her honey-brown sharp eyes his way, Junpyo's mind was having a hard time accepting they were the same girl.

"Junpyo"

"Junpyo, are you okay?' when his friend was unable to answer his name which was shouted a dozen times Jihoo walked up to the car and started knocking from the window.

" Why are you here so early," Jihoo asked as he opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.

"It's Monday morning" he added as he waited for an explanation as to why his friend was there.

" Please leave her alone" Jihoo added as he zoomed his eyes on the photo Junpyo's phone displayed as it buzzed with a text. He didn't get a response as Junpyo grabbing his phone, stepped out of the car.

"It is not her so leave her alone" Jihoo following along jumped out and started following Junpyo. His friend didn't provide any explanation or response as he headed to his first class. His puzzled mind was unable to stop looking at the photo saved on his computer. He wasted a few minutes trying hard to convince himself but his sixth sense wasn't buying any excuse. His intuition was telling him the truth. While he sat quietly contemplating his own dilemma Woobin had whispered the rumor none of them could even confirm as a fact to his goons and gave them the green light to put her name out to the school. It only took a morning class as the new rumor spread across the senior's section of the high school. Most didn't even care about the rumor as they didn't even know who it was about. Nobody knew she even existed. The only people that were able to figure it out immediately were her classmates.

The moment her tired body walked back into her classroom after morning recess, the laughing and gossiping started as all disgusted-looking eyes scanned her up and down.

"So this is it" she smiled inwards as she realized the time finally has come. It was time for her to face their childish bullying as the incident she expected him to share was spread across the school. His eyes which were glued to her with astonishment during the minute-long elevator ride had really recognized her. She gave him props as most wouldn't believe their eyes. But then again, he had been watching her for a while, which might have helped to recognize her. The weekend she had spent planning and preparing for every outcome, she was beyond ready for all hell it was about to be brought on her. Of course, the leader of the F4 is not going to look past one of the charity kids working as a hostess; which she had thought was his first guess.

" Told you these people have no shame "

" I don't think I can sit next to her anymore " the girl in her right side quickly started packing her stuff and started moving her desk. Finally, her wish was granted as the girls in front of her and beside her moved away. Secluded by the right corner of the room, she was finally left alone not to be bothered by their chitter-chatter and gossiping that usually go on for hours. Should she be thankful for being called a slut and prostitute since she is getting the treatment she had always wanted, not to be touched or bothered? This was nothing compared to what she had seen and heard about happening in this school. To be honest she was even surprised she didn't find their famous red card in her locker in the morning. Maybe they are trying a new bullying method on her. Considering the gravity of the rumor they are definitely going to up it to another level.

Year after year she had witnessed their ugly minds come up with some amazing ways to torture and bully people around. She knew something amazing was waiting for her when she didn't find the F4 red card on her locker. She had spent the weekend convinced she would finally find it in her locker but no. Maybe being a prostitute who sleeps with older men was beyond the red card. To be honest, she was rather relieved they thought she was some paid escort or a prostitute rather than digging deep into who she is. That was her main worry and as she heard the rumor, she couldn't help but smile it off. Nobody really was asking any questions as to who this girl was or what she was doing. All the strategies and plans she and the team came up with if anybody suspected anything was shut down as she just got ready to be bullied for the most obvious and hilarious conclusion one could make about what she had executed in that hotel room.

HANA - No suspension. Just an escort. She had texted her team as she sighed with a big relief.

The rest of her class time was spent focused on her book. Forget the bullying. She could handle it in her sleep. There was nothing they could throw at her that she won't handle. A bunch of millionaires who have never stepped foot into the scary real world could never come up with something that would terrify her more than the real world she had to deal with.

" huh," she sighed as squished paper landed on her head. One clever classmate of hers had decided to put the garbage bin behind her as all turned into baseball players and aim all their trash her way. More annoying than angering, she didn't even look up once as she went on picking whatever they threw at her and placed it in the bin next to her. Her eyes hiding behind her untamed her and focused on her book and not their annoyed faces that were getting even angry and couldn't get a reaction out of her. This would go on class after class until the lunch bell rang.

Her lunch box, which she was sure her classmates had taken, was nowhere to be found she grabbed her wallet and headed to the cafeteria. The unanimous glare and aww that followed her were none of her concern as she headed to the laid-out buffet ahead. Not included in her scholarship package, she knew she had to pay, but the question is can she even afford it? Thanks to one spoiled brat the school had to hire a five-starred chef to design the menu and make their food, which none of the scholarships could afford. They couldn't even afford bottled water.

" hello" unlike any adult in this building, the lady behind the counter had given her a warm smile.

" that will be 54 dollars" the lady still with a smile announced the price of the small-size pizza the girl pointed at.

"How would you like to pay?"

" Cash" the lady started pressing some icons on her screen as she saw the girl counting all the money in her small wallet. Once she noticed the money, her smile had grown. The only kids that paid with cash were the charity kids, and the lady couldn't help but feel sorry for these poor kids.

" enjoy" she had added a canned coke into the paper bag as she handed it over. She gave the girl a small nod as the later noticed the coke in the bag. It was startling to find somebody that actually cared on this campus. A bit confused by the gesture, she wasted a couple of seconds looking at the lady. But that didn't last long, and she didn't even take three steps as a line of boys stood in front of her.

In seconds the paper bag was snatched out of her hand, and the pizza was thrown halfway across the room onto the floor. Her coke was snatched away and opened by one of the boys. To their dismay the only one standing scared was the old lady behind the counter. The girl didn't even look that fathomed as she kept her eyes glued to the pizza on the floor

"You have some guts trying to eat the same food as us " holding the now-opened can of coke in his right hand he started his slow steps her way. The whole cafeteria had turned silent as they witness the boys circle the girl who most have never seen before. They didn't even of she existed until this morning.

" If you want, you can sit there and eat it " one of them pointed at the pizza her eyes were glued to. As tho, it was a follow-up, one of the boys closest to the pizza had stomped on it. That is when the giggling started.

" Just adding some seasoning" he landed another stamp as the giggles go on and more students stand by the circle. Her eyes from the pizza followed his shoes and up his body to land on his face. Her photographic memory was the best of the best, she took a mental picture of the boy whose leg she had to break before she left this school. It would be hilarious to tie him up somewhere and feed him the pizza she had stomped on, she was entertaining herself as stood frozen not reacting to anything they were saying to her. Her nonchalant state made them angrier.

For a second she had thought about eating the pizza to get herself labeled beyond disgusting which might work on helping her avoid being bullied. Eating this pizza + the prostitution + her ghost looks, for a moment she had considered it. But the moment didn't last long as one of the boys entered her personal space and all her attention was brought back to what was happening in front of her. Her trained body took a step back leaving a small gap in case she might have to kick, but no. She relaxed her muscles as she shut down the fight and fight mode that was triggered. He wasn't worth her reaction. None of them were.

" You don't even deserve this' he whispered as he raised the can and started pouring it down on her hair. The number of phones that zoomed their camera her way was countless as the dark coke started pouring down from her dark hair down onto her shoulders.

"hahahahah"

" . .awwwww" the loud laughs start all at once as her white shirt started turning brown.

" You can eat the pizza and lick this off the floor if you want it " the other one had dragged the pizza now flipped upside down by his feet to her shoes. The red sauce line across the tile was a mark of the way he dragged the pizza laid in front of her with his shoe mark planted onto the back.

" That is what you deserve, slut" he added as he leaned forward and took note of the motionless girl.

"You are there for a reason" the voice in her head goes on battling the second long urge that passed her mind.

" or do you want to lick the sauce off his shoes"

" am sure she would lick anything if you pay her" he added as the laughter get louder.

" I don't want her disgusting tongue to touch my shoes" the other one protested.

"huh," she sighed as she recalled Junpyos reaction to not even letting her touch his shoes. Being labeled more disgusting than the bottom of the shoe might sting anybody but her. She had heard and dealt with much worse.

" That's enough" a familiar voice brought her back to reality as she raised her eyes from the pizza to the direction the voice came from.

" That's enough " her literature teacher pushed the boys standing around and started dispersing the crowd.

" We have visitors today. Enough " his eyes gave a direct order to the boy who didn't seem like he was gonna listen. The fire department stopping by to go through the safety protocol was what saved her.

" enough for today" the teacher added with a smile. His smile was what disarmed the boys that could have gone on. They liked him as he gave easy A's without questions.

" Are you okay?." leaning down to find her eyes he asked. Her whole upper body was covered in coke he wasn't even sure if he should hand her a napkin or not. A napkin wasn't going to do much.

"They are so immature" he added as he gave the still baffled lunch lady a sign to get somebody to clean the floor.

" You should wash up " She took his advice as she started her quick steps toward the hallway. She didn't lift her head to any of the phones flashing her way as she kept them to the floor. There was something off with this girl he noted as he kept his eyes on the figure walking away.

" what is going on, " Jihoo asked, as he started walking to the second-floor balcony. Hands in his pocket, eyes focused on the wet figure walking away, Junpyo looked as unbothered as always unlike the ear-to-ear smiling Woobin and Yijeong standing next to him.

"What did you do?" Jihoo had left the balcony as his eyes turned from the girl to the two boys giggling by his side.

" Yaa?' he asked following behind Woobin and Yijeong who headed back to their game.

" Huh" Junpyo sighed as he pulled his right hand out of his pocket and sent it to brush his hair back. His eyes zoomed on her every step. The brown liquid that had turned her shirt a new color was ignored as he focused on her hair that was stuck to her head and face. As lucky as he was, the heavens had answered his curiosity as her face finally lifted. Her face he wanted to match to the one that had caught him off guard in the elevator was finally lifted. But he wasn't ready for it to look up, turning to the balcony as her sharp eyes landed on him.

Every figure in the grand cafeteria and walking alongside her was blurred out of view as his eyes focused on hers that had found their target. It wasn't conscious as he adjusted his stance, the moment he registered her eyes were looking at him. She didn't look angry. She didn't even look slightly bothered. He doesn't know her well but if he had to guess he would say she looked disappointed. He wasn't granted enough time to decipher the look on her face before she returned her eye back to her steps and headed out of the cafeteria.

" it is not her" the voice in his head whispered as Junpyo's mind dismissed the foreign feeling her sharp eyes scanning him had caused. The fact that the dismissed tiny tingle was the same one her sparkling eyes had caused when they landed on him in the elevator would have helped him connect the dots but there was no time to process any of that as the puzzling question was all he focused on. He needs concert proof and valid reasons, not feelings and intuitions he couldn't explain.

" It couldn't have been her" he concluded against his intuition as he turned around and headed to the sofa h