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Maeum was used to living in all sorts of places and she was surprisingly actually used to living with many people. The orphanage had hardly afforded her a room to herself or a place she could stay alone, even if when she was younger friends were hard to come by for the girl that didn’t smile often. Mong Maeum, affectionate when coming from her sister, but not so much when said on the playground. Nonetheless, no one dared to mess with Minah’s younger sibling which was probably what saved her countless times from the teasing and mocking she would have been subject to otherwise. There were few people that she was actually close to or comfortable with but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t able to live with them. She didn’t have too many things and she was very adaptable, perhaps too adaptable. She would give away whatever she was asked, so if she was watching something and another resident wanted the remote, she’d hand it over. if they wanted to use the kitchen while she was in the middle of cooking, her food would automatically wait. In that way, she was very accommodating, even when she didn’t want to be.
But she didn’t want to be outside in the common space that day. The weekends were the hardest because the convention was that she wasn’t supposed to go into work and though she was extremely intelligent, her team manager was against anyone working on the project they were trying to complete without at least one other person there to supervise. Yet none of her colleagues actually wanted to go in and work with her, so that left Maeum with nothing to do. She thought of going to a PC room or a game room and just playing all day long, maybe read some mangas. Those were really the only two options, her only real hobbies besides working. Her work was her hobby so what was she supposed to do otherwise. A knock on her door brought her off the floor where she had been lazying around. She called out so they knew that she was coming, this guesthouse not being equipped with a video doorbell so she could see who it was. There weren’t many that came to visit her anyways. Opening the door, still in her pajamas that she didn’t ever get out of unless she had to go to work, her hair still a mess, she saw a friendly face before her.