Chapter 6: My New Home

Kim Hye Ri's POV:

"Aish!" I yell angrily kicking the slot machines nearby me.

"The hell is with that guy!? Me a prositute!? Do I look like a flippin' e!?" I ask T.O.P agitated.

"Uh...no?" T.O.P says uncertianly.

"No?" I repeat, "Why was that a question and not a statement?"

"Uhh...I don't know?" T.O.P says uncertainly again.

"I'm not a e! How the heck do I look like a e?" I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't look like a flippin' e..."

"Aww! Look, your pouting." T.O.P says, pulling my cheeks.

"Yah!" I yell slapping his hands away from my face. "People are watching. No one will take you seriously if they see you like this."

T.O.P shrugs, "I'll just have to scare them into believing I'm scary again."

"Because you're oh-so-scary." I say sarcastically.

"I am." T.O.P says smugly, "I am so handsome that it's scary!"

I roll my eyes at T.O.P and go back to focusing on my goal.

To find the boy.

"I need to find out his secret..." I tell T.O.P. "I only have 3 months!" 

I look around the room for the boy only to realize he's disappeared...again.

"Where the hell is he!?" I ask angrily, to no one in paticular.

"Well," T.O.P says chuckling, "I'd love to help your, really I would. But your father just called, and it seems there is a ruckus by the entrance. I have to go, sorry. I'll see you later."

I nod as T.O.P puts on his game face, and heads to the entrance to do my father's bidding.

Well...it looks like I'll be doing this on my own...

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I had been wandering around the casino for an hour trying to find the blonde haired boy again, but still there was

nothing.

I was really starting to get annoyed and agitated.

My heels were killing me, and my dress kept ridding up.

I was about to flip a table.

Until finally, I found him.

He was talking on the phone with someone.

I walk up to him, about to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention when I hear him say something interesting.

"Yeah, I saw her already. I think I've got her fooled."

Got who fooled?

I decide to eavesdrop a little on the converstation.

He must not like the person he is talking to over the phone with...His eyebrows keep creasing, and his fists keep tightening...

I then see him shut his phone angrily, running a hand through his hair.

"Aish...Why does this man want me to do this?"

This? What is he doing that he doesn't like? And who's making him do these things?

I follow him as he walks towards the entrance.

I watch him as he walks through the big golden decorated doors.

I hesitate when I reach them.

Not having been o