Taehyung

"What?" I blurted.

"Ah, now you care." my father shook his head and clucked his tongue. "Your competitor is Hyesoo's closest friend in China."

I slapped my forehead and squinted. "Appa, I don't care. I don't like Hyesoo that way."

"Ofcourse you do, she's the daughter of a wealthy business man."

"What?!"

"Look, I'll help you on it, I promise."

"I'm not all about money!"

"She's not just wealth, she's pretty and y and smart."  Appa loosen his tie and faced the mirror. "I like her."

"Well, I don't! Chanyeol can have her all by himself."

"Don't come home drunk when you regret this, you little er."

*******

"So can I sit here?" Chanyeol pleaded, and by pleaded, I meant ordered. This son of a b*tch is the type of person who likes to get what he wants.

"No." I replied. 

"C'mon, Hyesoo is the only person I know and I want to sit with her." he pouted, like a freaking baby.

"See if I care, kiddo." I pushed him away and sat next to Hyesoo with a cold grin on my face. Hyesoo only looked away.

"Why can't you just let him sit there, it's not like you want me to be your seatmate." she hissed while watching Chanyeol sit on the back.

"I don't tolerate spoiled kids."

"You're just jealous."

Of course she didn't say that.

"He's a nice guy." She said.

I could've accept the other line.

Lunch break