Jiyong's POV

"Your hair looks so cool!" Dara pointed my hair out sarcastically before bursting into a round of non-stop laughter.

"Says the person who had a palm hair." I retorted calmly.

"YAH! That was not my want! I hated the hair!" She stopped laughing and frowned.

"You think I liked this?" I raised my eyebrows to a speechless her.

"Well, you are, one weird guy, dont you think?"

"Dara yah! You don't fit these kind of clothes at all." I said as I saw her wearing mini skirts and tank tops.

"Then what should I wear?" She pouted at me, not happy.

"I dunno, something that fits an ahjumma like you better. Say, baggy pants?" I smirked.

"YAH!"

And she chased me around.

"Dara-ah." "WHAT?!" Ooohh.. she's still mad.

"You're so forgetful, even my grandma has a better memory than yours." I looked at her hands which looked stiff.

"You know what?! I am so tired of you mocking me on every occasions. Do you think I have no feelings?! I do, Jiyong, I do!" She snapped, pushing me away.

"Oh, really?" I just enjoy teasing her for some reasons.

"See?! That's exactly what I was talking about! I hate you! Go to hell!" She yelled at me, tears evident in her eyes.

I felt hurt at her words.

I never thought the palm hair looked horrible. It made her look cute.

I don't like her going out in revealing clothes, I despise the thoughts of other guys oggling at her.

I hate her forgetting her gloves. It made me have to try so hard not to pull her hands into mine.

"Oh yeah?! What are you?! A saint?!"

"Just stop it, okay! You don't even have a reason! Who are you?!"

"So I am a nobody to you?!!"

"Well just tell me why you always do that! WHY?!" I could see her biting her lips to hold her tears in.

"Because I love you, okay!!!!" I yelled on top of my lungs, hating myself for making her sad.

I didn't even realised I said that, before I spotted the surprised look in her face.

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