"Babe, I'm here~ What are you do-WHAT?! What is he doing here again, Yoong!?" 

"Oh, hi Seunggi. Long time no see~" 

I was still engrossed in painting my Chanel bag, until I felt a nudge on my elbow. 

"What! I'm painting! You're playing a foul aren't yo-Oh! Oppa!" I looked up with a frown and my expression brightened up as I saw my boyfriend standing right in front, arms folded.

With a darkened expression. 

"Hehe! Sorry, I was busy pretending to be a designer," I smiled cutely, linking my arms around my boyfriend affectionately. 

"You forgot that we're going to have lunch with my mum today." 

"I-I didn't! O-Of course not!" I stuttered guiltily at the accusation and ran into my room. "I'll be ready in a minute!"

I scurried to get dressed, put on simple makeup and I was ready in record time.

"Let's go," I joined him thereafter.

He didn't budged, but simply continued to glare. I followed his eyes and saw that he was actually glaring at Jiyong, who was still lying on the sofa, flicking through the channels. 

I smiled awkwardly and walked over, nudging him with my knee. 

"What?" He had a look of boredom and stifled a yawn. "I'm sleepy. Go and enjoy your date. I'll settle it myself." 

Hearing his assurance and that look of fatigue on his face, I sighed, turning around and gave a cheeky smile, pulling Seunggi oppa away. "W-We're running late! Let's just go!" 

Before we left the house, a voice shouted from inside, "remember to lock the door!" 

"Alrights!" 

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"I'm backkkk~" 

I let out a sigh as I kicked away my pumps tiredly. I smiled inwardly, mocking at my silliness. There shouldn't be anyone in the house already. Ever since I started earning money, I'd moved out to stay on my own. There's no one to welcome me home, no one to make a bowl of nice, warm soup for me... 

But I was in for a surprise as a reply came back. 

"That's early." 

"Eh? You hadn't leave?!" I answered in surprise as I walked in, watching him at the dining table, slurping a bowl of ramen. 

"Nahs, I left. It's my soul here," he replied, before blowing his noodles and slurping another mouth, nodding in satisfaction. 

I replied by rolling my eyes and took a seat opposite him, stretching out to reach for his spoon to scoop up a spoonful of soup, drinking it, and of course, ended up scalding myself.

"That's to pay for being a glutton," his chuckles rang in the air. 

"How on earth do you even drink such a bowl of hot soup?!" I pouted in dismay, fanning air towards my tongue, trying to ease the numbness. 

"I blow it beforehand you idiot," he gave a knock on my forehead before shaking his head with a smile, scooping up a mouthful of soup, blowing it and sending it directly towards my mouth. 

I slurped it generously and gave a cheeky smile. 

It's nice knowing that even though I don't have a nice, warm bowl of soup, at least I still have a mouthful of instant noodle soup. 

"Something bothering you?"

"Wae?"

"Frustration is written all over your face," he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

I let out a sigh and left the dining table, plopping myself onto the sofa. 

"Let me make a guess. Quarrelled with your Seunggi oppa?" Jiyong's voice rang beside my ears. 

I opened my eyes and saw him propping his arm up against the armrest, looking at me with his usual playful glint in his eyes. 

"We always have tiffs here and there, it's nothing too serious," I shrugged, avoiding his gaze. 

Honestly, he's really handsome up front and despite knowing him for so long, I still couldn't help but be mesmerized by his beauty. 

"Oh really? It seems a tad bit too often recently, isn't it?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling offended. 

"Nothing. Just thought perhaps you guys are finally calling it quits." 

"I'm not like you. You can go around having relationship after relationship but I'm loyal to one alrights!" I scoffed. 

"Wow wow. This is personal attack," he smirked, raising his arms up in defeat. "My last relationship was months ago, woman." 

"Who cares! Your love history is lengthy enough. You're just waiting for your prey!" 

All of a sudden, I felt my anger boiling up and before I knew it, I was pulling him up from the sofa and out of the house.

Who was him to judge me and to question about my relationship with my boyfriend?!

"Yah yah yah! At least let me take my belongings!" 

I slammed the door right in front of his face.

"Aha! I knew you would'nt b-yah! Im Yoona!"

I opened the door briefly, throwing his phone and wallet at him before slamming the door again. 

"SHUT UP AND GO ALREADY!" 

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That quarrel lasted for a couple of days and the next time we saw each other was at Chanel Mademoiselle Prive. 

"Unnieeeee!" 

I squealed and ran into the arms of my senior, Soojoo unnie. 

"Aigoo~ Still a kiddo, but getting prettier and prettier huh," Soojoo unnie hugged me tightly, laughing.

"Ehhhh, you flattered me unnie. If I'm pretty enough, I would have been chosen as Chanel's ambassador and have my photos on display like you already," I wrinkled my nose cutely. 

"Haha. Jiyong is the talented one. Look! He's the only guy that's chosen as the ambassador!" Soojoo unnie mused. "Speaking about that brat, where's he huh." 

Before I could reply, a familiar shout was heard, 'noonaaaaa!" 

I watched him ran passed the crowd and into Soojoo unnie's arm. 

"Yah you brat, you're squeezing me too tightly," Soojoo unnie laughed as she slapped his back. "We were just talking about you."

"Oh really?" He raised his brows and looked at me amusingly. 

"Unnie did, not me," I answered in a matter of fact tone.

"Yah, you two quarrelled again?" Soojoo unnie, perhaps noticing my scowl, chuckled. 

"We alw