Borderline

“You’re my housemaid, right?” Im Yu-ha returned home at the age of twenty-three after graduating from college. She met the youngest son, the seventeen-year-old reckless Do-ryeon, Ji Min-gyu, under the zelkova tree in the Daehyun-dong mansion where three generations had lived and worked as housemaids since her maternal grandmother’s time. “Hey. Put out your cigarette.” “What are you? Do you know me?” I thought it was old-fashioned. This kind of hierarchy was ridiculous. That’s why I always wanted to escape. I hated him from the beginning. He was arrogant, rude, and fearless. She snatched Ji Min-gyu’s cigarette and threw it over the fence. My mom might be your housemaid, but I’m not. He muttered with a hollow laugh. “That’s a crazy woman, huh?” That was the beginning. A fate that I don’t know if it was an evil relationship or fate. The moment you and I met as a man and a woman. When we step on each other's boundary that we should not cross.