Rich Problems Chapter 2: Chapter 2


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I went to the parking lot to get in my car. I decided to go home, pack up and change before going to his house.

I changed into something that was comfortable and looked like it was some expensive brand. I through my suitcase in the backseat of my car. I sat in my car for a while. "Ugh, I do not wanna do this." I sat up, Out his address into the GPS, buckled up my seat belt, and left.

I arrived to his house, I grabbed my suitcase from the backseat and let it roll behind me as I walked towards the big, silver gate. I pressed a button on the gate hoping it was a buzzer or something. "Hello?" Spoke a deep voice. I thought his voice would be more like a high-pitched manly voice. If you know what I mean.

"U-uh, I'm Jung Yeseul." I spoke loud and clear.

"Ah, Mr. Min told me to be expecting you." He hung up and a large screeching sound from the gate made me jump a little. I cleared my throat and walked through the gate. Woah, this man is literally obsessed, he even has two mini statues in front of his stairs of him. I barely have any pictures of myself on my phone.

I went up his steps and rang his doorbell. One big door out of the two opened, and there stood Kim Taehyung, nicely dressed, and handsome. "Hi, I'm Kim Yeseul." I smiled.

"I already know and you should know who I am," I just stood there. "Your just gonna stand there? Come in," I went in, his nicely polished floor, his maid greeted me. "This is Lee Chinsun, my trustworthy maid."

"Hello." She bowed.

"Hi." I bowed back.

"So, where would I be sleeping?" I asked.

"Oh, follow me," He led me up a case of wooden spiral stair cases. "Here, my room is only three rooms down. Oh, and let me remind you. Don't go in my room, okay, Don't touch anything that seems expensive in that case don't touch anything, You can't been seen with me wearing stuff like that, And you are only here temporary so. Let me get this out and let it go through your head you mean nothing to me. All I care about is money. I don't care about nothing else. Got that?" He walked off, his shoes squeaking as he walked down the hallway.

Okay, why is he so harsh? We haven't been in the house for seven minutes and he's already kicking me around like a piece of trash. Ouch. I decided to call Yoongi. "Yoongi, what's this mans problem he legit just told me to don't touch anything and he doesn't care about me or anything and I'm just temporary and some more stuff." I spoke.

"Listen, Yeseul, This isn't his first time with having people help him out, you're actually his eighth person to help him. This man needs serious help. If you have to break rules with him, do it, all of the other people we got in the field that tried to help him either fell in love with him, it got to hard for them so they automatically quit on him, or some don't even make it to his front door without giving up. I'll try to help you out as much as I can, but for now don't give up." Yoongi spoke.

"Thanks, I guess. Bye." I hung up. I sighed. This is going to be the biggest pain I've dealt with throughout the whole entire time I've had this job.

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