"Yeah. What the , Jessica." Then YoonA laughed so hard her eyes welled with happy tears.

Then it just dawned on Jessica that the girl was just trolling her.

She placed the medicine and the glass of water at the nearest table then calmly stood infront of YoonA, both hands on her hips.

 "So, all this time you're just trifling with me?" she demanded with a scowl of her face.

 "Well, you get the idea," YoonA answered, like that should be perfectly obvious.

 "Oh. That's so nice of you then," she remarked sardonically.

 "No. You're the one who's nice. And I didn't know you care about me. Since when?" it was added with an annoying seedy smirk.
 

 "Since when?! Duh. You're such an airhead. You are in my house so it's just natural for me to act that way, silly."
 

 "You're always denying what's obvious, Jung Sooyeon."

 "There is no obvious here, Im. And in the first place, what's so big deal if ever I was worried earlier?" she questioned, well, more to herself. She doesn't know why she's been worried about YoonA, when she could've just let her suffer in pain after what the girl had done to her.

 "If you only saw your reaction a while ago, you would not dare ask that. Besides, I already knew you by what Uncle Jung had told me. You won't give a damn unless..." YoonA didn't continue her words which made her impatient.
 

 "Unless what?!"

 "Ask yourself, Miss. Why would you care?"

 "I care because I'm a good person. No more than that," she remarked sternly, not wanting to give the girl what she wanted to hear.

YoonA shook her head, smirking at her words. "You're being dishonest, Jessica."

 "How many times should I tell you I'm not lying?!" she snapped angrily, the girl just always emphasised that thing.

 "I'm not asking you to be honest with me. But, at least, to yourself."

That did it. She angrily went to her front door and flung it wide open. "Get out!" she yelled.

 "Hey, what did I do wrong?" YoonA asked innocently getting up from the couch.

 "Don't gimme that puppy look! Get out of my house! Now!" Jessica yelled once more as she pulled the girl into the door.
 

 "You might miss me if I—"

 "Dream on." Jessica rolled her eyes and yelled again. "Now get the hell out of here and get a life!"
 

 "Don't you think that's rude? I've brought you food and this is all I get?" YoonA still tried as she was pushed outside of the unit.

 "Call me rude whatsoever. But I can't stand your presence anymore!" And then she slammed the door real loud.

***

Later that night...

 "Jessi, are you ready for the ball?" Tiffany asked sweetly on the other line. They were about to go to a charity ball funded by The Lee Global Corporation.

 "Yup, very much ready. How 'bout you?" she asked back checking her black dress on the mirror.
 

 "Same here."

 "Wait, is it really alright to go without an ?" she asked, worried.

 "Of course. You know I'm also going by myself. And besides, we can look for it on the party itself."

 "Aish, you flirt. Why don't you go find your one true love and get married instead?" That was meant as a joke but Tiffany went dead silent.

 "H-Hey, Tiff. I'm just kidding you know," Jessica mused nervously, not knowing what went wrong. But she felt relieved once the girl chuckled.

 "I know. But you've just called me a flirt. As if you're not," Fany mused chuckling.

 "Yah! I'm not as notorious as you," she whined.

 "Yeah right. By the way, if you really want an , why don't you bring YoonA with you?"
 

 "No way!" she reacted hastily.

 "What? I thought you like her. At yesterday's party..."

 "Nah-uh, Hwang MiYoung. I hate her so much my blood's boiling at the thought of her," she added scornfully.

 "Oh-kaaay. Anyways, I'm getting in the car. See you there, Jessi."

 "Hasta luego, Tiff." She was about to end the call when Fany interjected.

 "Whoa wait! Where did you learn that?" the girl asked somewhat shocked.
 

 "Duh. I've just read that in some Spanish book. Ain't that cool?"

 "Oh. Yeah. Quite cool." Fany ended the call herself.

 "Aish, rude Miyoungie." Jessica said to herself as she got inside the car. She got lucky Tiffany hadn't heard the way she called her...

***

 "Oh. Mr. Lee invited you?" YoonA asked of the person on the other line as she was driving her car.
 

 "Not exactly. His friend did," the person answered.

 "I see. Hey, dude, why didn't you tell me you're coming home? It's been three months."
 

The person chuckled. "Two months, Yoong. And for your question, you know me, I want everything to be a secret."

 "Yeah. You always wanted secrets. Even from me, you kept those. I'm your bestfriend, dude. You can tell me anything. But you usuall