We arrived at the cash register after a brutal hour of me trying to suppress my urge to not pounce and cuddle on Dongho while he was trying things on. As the lady began ringing up the clothes for Dongho, I opened and looked at the inside of my wallet.

Only a couple of dollars were in in there and I began to panic. It was obvious by the number on the cash register that the ten dollars that I had were not going to cut it. I started frantically going through multiple compartments of my wallet and I soon came across my stash of credit cards that my father had gotten me. 

 

I preferred not using his money and just using my own, but he always insisted that I use his. That's one more thing that I hate about him; he always throws money around as if it's nothing to him. Ever since he got that promotion at his new company, he's been seeming even more and more distant lately. Sometimes I wonder if he still is the father that I once knew... 

 

I reluctantly handed the woman the card. Before I even knew it, we were out of there and walking back to my apartment once more.

 

~~~

 

I couldn't believe that I was about to do this. "D-Dongho! Come here!"

 

As if in an instant, he appeared and sat on the floor in front of me with his legs crossed. He gave a cute salute. "YES, MASTER! WHAT DO YOU NEED?!" 

 

I lifted an eyebrow at him and he abruptly responded with, "I was watching a show on that thing that you told me about. What was it called again...? A tele... teler... tempa--,"

 

"A television?"

 

His eyes squinted and seemed to smile along with his mouth. "Yep! Gosh, Master, you're so smart!"

 

I sighed. "Okay, we have some rules to go over, mmmkay, Dongho? Nod if you understand where I'm going."

 

He followed as instructed and stared at me intently afterwards.

 

"Good." I picked up and presented a list that I made on a white board. "Now, rule number one: no more of calling me that name!"

 

Dongho gave me that cute, questioning look that he usually gives me whenever he was confused. "'Name'?" he asked and then paused for a moment. "Oh! Master!" 

 

I nodded at him. That retched name always got people looking at me weird. Not like I wouldn't get attention from being seen with a famous Korean idol, or anything, it just made me feel strange whenever he would call me that. I kind of got the feeling as if I was some some creepy kind of old woman who liked role playing with little boys. 

 

A thought came to my mind whenever I thought about it, though. I still really would like to have him call me noona, though. It wouldn't really harm anything, wouldn't it? A lot of girls my age have guys a couple of years younger than them call them that.

 

I couldn't believe that I was about to do this, but I did it anyways. "You can just call me 'Noona', okay Dongho?"

 

"Noona... Noona.... Noona! I like it!" he said enthusiastically. 

 

I shyly grinned at him and continued, "Next rule is: no going out and looking like yourself in public! Wear sunglasses and hats at all times when out!"

 

"Why can't I, Noona?" He began to pout.

 

I really didn't want to tell him that I drew him to look like someone else. I wanted Dongho to feel like he was the only person in the world that looked like him. He should feel like his own individual person. 

 

"Don't question what I tell you to do!" I demanded. "Rule #3: no going off with strangers and only go out when told!"

 

He nodded, signifying that he understood.

 

"Okay, rule #4: always listen to what I say! There will be no hesitation, you'll automatically do it!"

 

I think that he got the just of it.

 

~~~

 

"D-Dongho, pu-pull your shirt up higher," I stammered out to Dongho, trying to hide the fact that I was blushing. 

 

Currently, I was trying to draw the rest of Dongho's body that I left out. I had found the sketch pad and was working on his chest. I couldn't do this. I just couldn't, but I still was doing it. I remembered what a man's chest looked like from anatomy class, so I just went from there. 

 

As I draw lines on the paper, the same exact lines started appearing on the boy right in front of me. I had to erase off the clothes that I previously drew him in beforehand. Surprisingly, the left no marks on his body. No matter how hard I drew on the paper, as long as I erased it, there would be no trace of any marks that I made. Good thing that it did, considering I found myself messing up a lot.

 

I finally finished with his chest. Next was just the... OH, GOD, NO.

 

I didn't even really remember what one of those things looked like from class. I wasn't too keen on really paying any attention whenever we got to that chapter in our text books.

 

Should I just leave it out? No, I couldn't. It would be too degrading for a male to not have one... I could always just look up how one of them looks on the Internet... Yeah, I'll just do that.

 

"AH! AH! NOO!" I could hear myself screech out as I slammed my laptop closed in a hurry. 

 

Dongho came running over to me as soon as I screamed. "Are you alright, Noona?! Did someone hurt you? Where are they? I'll beat 'em up!"

 

I was too shocked to even speak. Wh-why did I even do that? I should have know that something like that would've shown up!

 

Dongho wasn't helping out all that much, either, considering he had my laptop in his arms and was threatening to punch it.