No - Yoseob

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______’s POV

That night I got home and I felt like the happiest person in the world. L.joe oppa had walked me home and we had talked for a bit before the phone had gone off. He sat down on the sofa and made himself comfortable whilst I picked up the phone. My smile instantly disappeared.

“______, I know your me and your dad have split up now, but he needs your help.” It was Umma. I had no idea what to say.

“I know that, he rang me before…”

“The loan sharks got him. He was beaten up badly…”

“But why? He said the money has to be sent by next month” I whispered cos I didn’t want oppa to know about it.

“Yeah, but it was a warning so please send the money as quick as possible…”

“Okay but why are you helping him anyway?”

There was silence down the phone. “Whatever” I said and just put the phone down, not wanting to talk anymore. I walked back over to oppa and said I’ll get you a drink quickly. “Arrasso” I felt him stare at me as I walked away.

I walked into the kitchen and got out two cups; I filled them with coco powder and absentmindedly walked over to get the sugar. I started to tip in the sugar. “Wait!” I looked up and saw L.joe oppa stood there. He walked over and took it away from me. “This is salt babo!” I watched him pick up the right tub