I woke up early, as I always did, with the soft hum of the mansion filling the silence of the room. The grandness of the space never quite allowed for true quiet; the walls, though beautiful, were never kind to solitude. It was a reminder of where I was—where I had been—for as long as I could remember.
The bed felt oddly comforting, even though I still wasn’t used to it. It was my own, though it had once been his—the very space where I had spent countless sleepless nights, wondering if I would ever escape the life of servitude.
I rolled out of bed, letting the chill of the morning air remind me that I had a purpose here—duties to fulfill. I tugged on my maid’s uniform, the fabric no longer feeling as suffocating as it once had. For a moment, I allowed myself to look in the mirror, the soft reflection of my face staring back at me. In a way, I barely recognized the girl who once walked these halls as nothing more than a shadow. But things had changed, and so had I.
Jungkook’s love had changed me in ways I never thought possible.
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Our relationship had always been a secret—one that neither of us was willing to let go of, no matter the consequences. I was his maid, and he was the son of a powerful family. The world saw him as the heir to an empire, while I was nothing more than an invisible presence in their mansion. He, with all his wealth and power, was untouchable, and I, with my humble position, was meant to serve and fade into the background.
Yet, our first meeting had shattered all those boundaries. The first time I saw him, I was simply another face in the crowd. He was just a rich heir—spoiled, indifferent, perhaps. But the more time we spent in each other’s company, the more I realized how wrong I was. Jungkook had a depth to him that no one saw. He was kind, compassionate, and warm in a way that made me feel seen.
He didn’t treat me like the others did. He noticed me. And I… I noticed him. Slowly, without even realizing it, we found ourselves in something more than just a simple employer-employee dynamic. Our stolen glances turned into quiet conversations during late hours, our shared moments of laughter became the only things that felt real in a world that had always kept us apart.
But I knew it couldn’t last. He was the heir, and I was just the maid. His family would never accept me.
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The dinner that changed everything came one chilly evening, the kind of night that clung to you like a thick fog, seeping into your bones. The grand dining room was filled with chatter, and the tension between the family members was palpable. Jungkook was seated at the head of the table, his brothers talking in low voices, while his parents barely acknowledged me.
I could feel their eyes on me, sharp and critical, but I kept my gaze fixed on my plate. I had learned to blend into the background, to remain invisible.
But then, Jungkook did something unexpected. As the conversation lulled, he looked at me—just for a second—but it was enough. He reached over, his fingers brushing mine beneath the table, and in that moment, I knew he wasn’t hiding anymore. He wasn’t ashamed of us.
Suddenly, he stood, his chair scraping across the floor, commanding everyone’s attention. “I need to say something,” he said, his voice cutting through the quiet chatter.
Everyone went silent, their eyes on him as he took a step toward me. My heart was in my throat, a mixture of fear and excitement flooding my chest.
“This is YN,” he continued, his voice unwavering. “And I love her. She is not just a maid. She’s the woman I’m choosing to spend my life with.”
The room went still. I could feel the shock radiating from his family. His mother’s eyes narrowed with disbelief, while his father’s face remained stoic. His mother, always so poised, was the first to speak.
“Jungkook,” she said, her voice low but filled with venom, “She’s beneath you. You are the heir to this family. You can’t waste your time on someone like her.”
But Jungkook wasn’t swayed. He turned to face me, and for the first time, I saw him truly vulnerable—open, raw, and willing to fight for us.
“I’ve made my choice, Mother. I love YN. And nothing you say will change that.”
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After that dinner, things shifted between us. We couldn’t hide anymore. The world knew about us now, and while Jungkook’s family never fully accepted me, there was no going back.
I was still the maid, still serving in the grand halls of his mansion, but now I had a place in his world that no one could take away from me.
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The days that followed were filled with quiet defiance. I continued with my duties, my heart heavy with the weight of the world’s judgment. But Jungkook made it easier. He would find ways to steal moments with me, holding my hand when no one was watching, leaving me little notes tucked into my apron when no one could see. His love was quiet but fierce, and it was all I needed to keep going.
Still, there were hard moments—times when his family would look at me with disdain or when his mother would cast cold glares my way. But Jungkook was always there, a steady force in my life, reassuring me that I wasn’t alone. And that, in itself, was enough.
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The Proposal
Months passed, and despite the coldness of his family, I began to find a rhythm in this new life. I still had my doubts—was I truly worthy of him? Would his family ever truly accept me? But in Jungkook’s eyes, I was everything.
One night, as we sat on the balcony that overlooked the mansion’s sprawling garden, the world felt smaller, quieter, and for the first time in a long while, at peace. Jungkook turned to me, his expression serious but full of warmth.
“YN,” he said softly, his voice carrying in the still night air. “I want to make this right. I want the world to know you’re mine, and I’m yours. Will you marry me?”
I was speechless, my heart pounding in my chest. I never expected this. I had feared the day when we would have to part ways, when his family would finally break us. But now, he was asking me to be his, to stand beside him, no matter what.
“Yes,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes as he slipped a ring onto my finger, a symbol of the love we’d fought so hard for.
Jungkook pulled me into his arms, and as our lips met, I realized that nothing else in the world mattered. We had made it. We had found our way to each other.
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