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Jinyoung had been sleeping soundly until a banging woke him up. Scrambling out of bed he stumbled to the front door of his house and opened it.
“Are you Park Jung Seon?” A tall man asked as he attempted to peer into the house.
Jinyoung sighed. “My father's not here,” he said as he scratched the back of his head and yawned sleepily.
“Where is he?”
“I don't know. He never says where he's going, he just goes.”
“Give him this when he gets back,” the tall man said handing him a business card and an important looking envelope.
“What has he done this time?” sighed Jinyoung.
“I'm from the Jinhae-gu housing company, mortgage payments have been missed for the last twelve months. This house is in foreclosure and you have five days to get out.”
“FIVE DAYS...”
If Jinyoung hadn't been quite awake before, he certainly was now.
“How the heck are we going to find somewhere else in five days?”
“Not my problem. He was sent plenty of warnings, which he chose to ignore. Good day.” The tall man turned and Jinyoung slammed the door. He was going to kill his father or at least maim him.
Grabbing his phone off its charger on the kitchen bench, he started to ring his father's number. He stopped at another knock on the door. Putting down his phone, Jinyoung sighed and once again opened the door.
“Are you Park Jung...?”
“No... he's not here and I don't know where he is.”
“I'm from the Jinghae-gu creditors company. Your father owes us a lot of money and I have a court warrant to seize any goods of value in this house to recover costs,” the man said, rudely pushing his way into the house followed by a large number of men equipped with trolleys.”
Jinyoung quickly grabbed his phone off the bench. “Wait! Please, just let me get hold of my father first,” he said as he frantically pressed the buttons on his phone.
The man raised his hand and the others stopped.
Jinyoung relaxed a little, at least they were willing to wait until he got hold of his father.
It rang and rang and rang. Finally his father answered, “Yeah, what is it? I'm busy”
“Where the hell are you? The mortgage on the house has been foreclosed and we have five days to get out and now there's some guy here with a warrant wanting to take our items of value. Not that there's much left thanks to you.”
“Ahh... I won't be home for a while, I'm leaving for England today. Sorry gotta go, gonna miss my flight.”
“What the hell do you mean you're going to England?Are you running away again? And where the hell did you get the money from this time? And what about me?”
“Ohh... don't worry... you'll be fine. I made an arrangement.”
“What kind of arrangement?”
“What's that, you're breaking up? Gotta go. Have fun... bye.”
“Have fun? What the hell are you thinking? You can't just leave me with no place to go!! DAD... DAD...”
The line went dead. “Aish... I swear I am going to...”
The man with the warrant looked at Jinyoung with raised eyebrows and Jinyoung sighed. “Go right ahead...” he said waving his hand.
Jinyoung headed to his room with his phone and charger while the men and their trolleys clattered around the house.
Getting out of his pyjamas, he wondered just how much his father owed. Shaking his head, he got dressed and grabbed a bag from his wardrobe packing it with as much as he could take, including his phone.
Jinyoung sat on the edge of his bed wondering what was going to happen to him and just what this arrangement his father had made was. Where would he go? What would he do? “I'm going to kill that man if I ever see him again,” he growled.
At least he had five days to figure something out and it wasn't so bad, the electricity and gas main amenities were still on at least. He waited until all the craziness had finished and wandered back into the bare kitchen. No fridge, no freezer, no heater and the food had been placed all over the kitchen bench. He sighed and grabbed a cooler bag, shoving everything into it.
He wandered around the house. Everything of value was gone... everything. Including his mother's jewelry that his father never tried to sell. The only thing he never tried to sell, but now it was gone to pay his father's bad debts.
Jinyoung gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. “You wouldn't want to come back any time soon old man. I really will kill you. He wandered slowly back to the kitchen when another knock on the door made him jump... “What now?” He sighed to himself as he grabbed the door and flung it open.
“Are you Park Jin Young?”
Slightly puzzled, Jinyoung looked at the new face in front of him which wasn't asking for his father.
“Who wants to know?” He asked cautiously.
“I'm Jung Gi Sung from the Tuan family estate,” the man began as he handed Jinyoung a business card.
“Tuan family estate?” Jinyoung was even more suspicious now.
“Yes. Arrangements have been made for him to move in today.”
“Wait... What?”
“Arrangements have been made for him to move into the estate today,” the man repeated.
Jinyoung's smile came back. An estate meant rich people. Huge houses and rooms. Swimming pools,good food, wine, parties and pretty girls.
“Can you be so kind as to let Park Jin Young know I'm here to collect him please?” The man asked
“I'm Park Jin Young... and I'll just go get my bag,” Jinyoung smiled and ran to his room. Grabbing his belongings, he grinned. “I guess my dad wasn't such a selfish jerk after all.”
He glanced around his room one last time and sighed. “Oh well, this new place has to be better than this.”
~*~
The Journey to the Tuan estate seemed to take forever and Jinyoung had finally fallen asleep, only to awaken by the voice of the man that had collected him, letting him know they had arrived.
The chauffeur opened the door for him and groggily, Jinyoung pulled his bag over his shoulder and grabbed the cooler bag of food. The least he could do was offer some kindness in return for what he would be receiving. Stretching, he yawned and wiped the sleep from his eyes before dragging himself unceremoniously out of the limousine.
“So who…” Jinyoung started as he straightened up. His mouth dropped open and he stopped speaking as he stared at the massive two story mansion in front of him. He swallowed nervously. His mind raced trying to think who his father would have known on such an intimate level to be rewarded with being allowed to live in this wondrous place.
Looking around him, Jinyoung noted how big the estate was. The gardens seemed to go on for miles and there were green houses, gazebos and fountains.
Jinyoung was in love.
“Is the place to your satisfaction?” Jung Gi asked politely.
“I... I... It's perfect. I can't believe I'm even here to be honest. I get to live here on this estate and eat good food. I am not going to complain about my father being a jerk anymore.”
“Very good. Now Master Park, if you will follow me please, I will show you to your room and then the Master of the house would like to meet you.”
Jinyoung nodded, his excitement exuding from every pore in his body as he followed Jung Gi to the door of the mansion.
Jung Gi knocked on the door and a few moments later it opened and a young maid bowed as they walked into the mansion.
Jinyoung's face was filled with awe as he looked around the room he was standing in. He had, for once in his life, finally lucked out.
Another maid came over and bowed. “May I take your belongings for you, sir?”
Jinyoung looked around the room, “Are you talking to me?”
“Yes sir.”
“Um... okay...” Jinyoung handed the maid his bags and looked at Jung Gi, puzzled.
Jung Gi nodded and waved his hand towards the maid and she led them up the stairs.
The maid opened the door into a beautifully adorned and spacious room. “Wow...” Jinyoung closed his eyes and shook his head. “Seriously, is this a dream or something?”
“I don't believe so Master Park. If you're ready, I shall take you to meet Master Tuan now.”
“Is he the owner of this estate?”
“He is the son of the owner. His parents live in America and manage the US affairs. Master Tuan remains here to manage the affairs in Korea.”
“I see. Must get lonely for him on his own.”
“I wouldn't know sir, I don't spend a lot of time with him myself. He is busy with the estate and doesn't bother with frivolous activities.” Jung Gi turned to the maid. “Please see that there are clean towels and refreshments brought to the room for Master Park.”
“Wait, take this with you. It's just some food as a thank you.” Jinyoung said indicating the cooler bag. It was better than letting it go to waste, right?"
“Yes sir,” the maid said as she took the cooler bag and let the room.
“Now if you would kindly follow me.” Jung Gi requested, “I'll introduce you to Master Tuan.”
Jinyoung took in a deep breath, “Okay, I guess I'm about as ready to meet this guy as I’ll ever be.”
“Please refrain from using the term this guy. Master Tuan commands respect at all times. I suggest you to remember this.”
“Riiight.” Jinyoung cleared his throat, “Master Tuan it is then.”
“Very good Master Park, this way.” Jung Gi led Jinyoung back out of the room and down the stairs to a long corridor.
Just when Jinyoung thought things couldn’t get more amazing, he was led into a large room full of books and statues, with paintings adorning every wall. He didn't even notice the person sitting in the large chair at the center until Jung Gi spoke.
“Master Tuan, this is Park Jin Young. Master Park, this is Master Mark Tuan.”
“Huh...” he said, slightly spaced out as he turned his attention to the man. A young, handsome man seemingly not much older than himself sat in front of him. “Holy heck... he's the master of this Mansion.”
“Master Park... Please show some...”
The young man in front of them put a hand up and Jung Gi silenced himself with a bow.
“You sound shocked.” Mark laughed.
“Uhh... I... Well, I just thought you'd be much older. I mean, you don't look much older than me.”
Mark laughed again, “I'm about a year older than you from the information your father has given us.”
Jinyoung suddenly noticed that Mark was looking him up and down carefully and his nervousness began to show.
“Turn around for me please.” Mark asked politely.
Slowly, Jinyoung began to turn around, his eyes caught Mark's briefly and he quickly looked away.
“Hmm perfect build, face is quite pretty. Yes I think this will work out fine.”
“What will work out fine?” Jinyoung asked cautiously.
“Jung Gi, if you please?” he said waving at a bag sitting on the small table next to the chair
Jung Gi walked over to where Mark sat, took the bag from the table and handed it to the young master.
“If you would be so kind,” Mark began as he motioned for Jinyoung to come forward.
Jinyoung swallowed nervously and did as he was instructed.
“This is for you,” Mark said as he reached into the bag and pulled out some clothing, handing it to Jinyoung who stared at it.
“I can't wear this,” he said unraveling the outfit.
“Why not?”
“This is a maid’s outfit.”
“Yes. So?”
“Why the hell do I have to wear this? I'm a man.”
“So? This is the uniform you are required to wear while in my employment?”
“Wait... what?! Employment? I thought I was here because my father made arrangements for me to live here.”
Mark laughed heartily. “It seems the real reason why you are here has eluded you Park Jin young.”
“Jinyoung, it's just Jinyoung,” he snapped.
“Very well, Jinyoung. You will be living here, however not in the capacity I think you may have been led to believe. Your father owes me six billion won.”
“Six billion?... SIX BILLION?”
“Yes, six billion won, and now that six billion won needs to be paid back and since your father has just run away again, how do you suppose I can collect this money?”
Jinyoung sighed and lowered his head. “You can't do this. The debts are his, not mine. I've never borrowed money from anyone.”
Mark reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “Oh I think I can.” He waved the paper in front of Jinyoung.
“What's that?” Jinyoung asked tentatively.
“This, my dear Jinyoung, is a contract your father and mine made a few years ago 'I, Park Jung Seon, hereby state that on failure to pay my debts to Tuan industries, my son, Park Jin Young, shall be indebted to carry out all and any tasks set by Mark Tuan of Tuan industries until all debts have been repaid in full'.”
“You're joking right?” Jinyoung grabbed the paper from Mark and read it through himself. His face burned with anger and resentment. “That son of a...”
“So, as you can see it's all above board. We even had a unaffiliated lawyer witness this in order to make it fair.”
“So all I have to do is work his damn debts off right?”
“Yes, that's correct, and by my calculations they should be paid off in around fifteen years or so.”
“Are you serious?”
“Depending on what tasks I set you and the level of difficulty, will determine the amount I take off of the debt. If you fail to perform a task the debt will rise.”
“Those terms aren't in this contract,” he said throwing it back at Mark.
Mark again reached into his pocket and pulled out yet another piece of paper. “No but they're on this one,” he grinned. “Let's see... 'I, Park Jung Seon, agree to the terms and conditions set by Mark Tuan of Tuan industries in this contract, that my son, Park Jin Young, shall abide by all these terms and conditions, that being, if Park Jin Young fails to perform any task that is set for him by Mark Tuan of Tuan industries the outstanding debt of six billion won shall increase. If Park Jin Young succeeds in completing a task, depending on the difficulty, an amount that Mark Tuan of Tuan industries deems fair shall be removed from the debt'.”
Again Jinyoung grabbed the paper to read it through. “Aish. Fine, but I am NOT wearing this.”
“I'm afraid you have to,” Mark grinned slyly. “I'm making this officially your first task.”
Jinyoung sighed as he looked at the outfit in front of him. Of course this would happen... after all, his father was involved. He should have known this was too good to be true. “So,” he began, the defeat resounding in his voice. “Where do I get changed?”