Jung Hoseok

I fell asleep in the car. It usually happens to me, once the drive is longer then fifteen minutes I just pass out.

John wakes me up, shaking me lightly. " Sir , we are here. Should I take your bagtto the front door?"

I sit up blinking. " Ehm, yes please." The suitcase are so heavy, I don't know if I could lift them up.

I fix my clothes and then hair in my pocket mirror and walk to the house. It's a beautiful mansion styled in darker colors with three floors.

There is garage next to it could fit at least five cars.

John carries the suitcase to the front door and rings the bell. My heart jumps, I'm glad he did it, I would be standing here for an hour trying to find the courage.

But now I'm scared. Luckily, it the housekeeper who opens our door.

" Welcome, you are here on time." She smiles, " you must be John, you can put the suitcases in the hall." She points.

Then she walkito me smiling.

" Mr. Jung. So lovely to see you.

I'm Mr. Kim's house keeper, Rose."

I shake her hand gulping down. "Oh, ehm, nice to meet you."

She walks me to the house as I stand in huge hall not knowing what to do.

" Do you want some drink?"

She looks at me.

" Drink? Yes." You didn't say which one dumbass. " W- water."

" Just water? We have more things in the house, don't worry. How about a lemonade with fruits?" She smiles and I nod.

She goes to the kitchen and I don't know if I should follow her. Then again, it's not my house yet, I don't want to be just walking around here.

" You are here." I hear a deep voice on my right. I turn to it and see a huge man in a suit. His lazy eyes looking at me.

I don't know what to say back. I mean,....I am here, am I not supposed to be?

" Are you a boy or a girl? " He asks as he walks closer to me.

" Excuse me ?" He thinks I'm a girl? I lower my head in shame. I know this will happen.

" What is your gender? " I put my hand into my face so he doesn't look at me. I guess he doesn't like guys with make up but only did a light one , you can barely see.

" I'm a boy. A Jung's son." I say and put my hands around my chest. Is he mocking me?

He must know who I am.

" Okey. What is your name then?" He huffs

" Hoseok." I say.

" But.... isn't that a girl's use a make up?" He asks me.

" I don't know." I mumble and start walking towards the kitchen.

I hate when people point out how I look. He is not the first person to call me a girl. Not every man needs to have huge muscles and a Beard.