you had practically grown up in the park family’s home — always trailing behind your mother as she cleaned, organized, and kept everything in perfect order. she was their trusted housekeeper for years, and it only made sense that one day, you’d follow in her footsteps.

now, years later, you found yourself working for sunghoon. same family, different era. only this time, you weren’t cleaning up after a curious little boy with scraped knees and chocolate-stained fingers — no, sunghoon was all grown up now. cold, cocky, and confusingly kind when you least expected it. he was a puzzle of a man, wrapped in contradictions, living alone in a sleek penthouse you now helped keep spotless. and despite his unpredictable moods, you carried out your duties without fail.

it was late. the kind of quiet night where you expected him to be tucked into his king-sized bed or obsessively picking out tomorrow’s outfit from his endless wardrobe. but instead, you found him in the indoor pool — alone, shoulders just barely peeking above the water’s surface, eyes blank as if they were chasing thoughts too heavy to voice.