Author's POV

I don't think I can live with that... I don't think I can live with that. 

Donghae's voice kept echoing in her head. She could still feel the warmth of his embrace as she blushed at the event that had happened last night. She buried her head into the pillow and screamed all her gidiness out. This became a habit ever since she started living in this house. The butterflies in her stomach had been acting up too many times during these past few weeks.  

(Dara) OMO!  Santokki you're falling into a deep hole and if this goes on any longer, I don't know if I'll ever get back up. 

Dara stumbled off her bed as she lazily walked to the bathroom to get ready. She hoped today will be a normal day because she knew she couldn't handle anymore of Donghae's sweetness. She was afraid that if she sees Donghae one more time, she might end up blurting out her confession. She wanted to look pretty in front of Donghae. Since Jiyeon arrived 2 days ago, they had been hiding the fact that she is a maid therefore her uniform had been left untouched. Without noticing, Dara started putting on makeup and fixed her hair. She used to just walk out the shower, put on her uniform with her unbrushed hair. 

(Dara) Maybe he'd start looking at me the way I see him. 

Dara could still feel her weak knees as she exited her room. She suddenly thought of Jiyeon. She thought maybe she could help her get her self-esteem up. Within 2 days, she managed to feel closer with Jiyeon. She felt like she could trust her. Dara inhaled deeply before knocking on Jiyeon's door. Dara had to knock numerous times before Jiyeon finally opened the door. She noticed how different Jiyeon looked without her makeup. 

"It's just you..." Jiyeon rolled her eyes before forming a smile "I'm just kidding! Good Morning!" she quickly grabbed Dara's wrist and dragged her into the room. Dara felt relived that Jiyeon didn't manage to reach her sore wrist or else she would've screamed in pain. 

"Why are you up so early?" she questioned while patting her bed indicating Dara to sit beside her. 

"It's already eight in the morning." Dara giggled as she shyly sat on Jiyeon's bed. She only noticed then that Jiyeon's eyes looked puffier than usual. "Jiyeon... have you been crying?"

"Me? Crying? Heck no!" Jiyeon quickly turned away and started rubbing her eyes. "Why don't you go downstairs and eat breakfast? I'll stay in bed for a while I still a bit lightheaded." Jiyeon started shoving Dara towards the door gently. Before Dara could complain, Jiyeon shut the door. 

(Dara) I wonder what happened. She's probably feeling ill. Poor Jiyeon.

Dara stretched out her neck and noticed how weird the ceiling looked. She stared at the ceiling with wide open as she started walking away. Then suddenly something jumped into . 

"KYAAAAA! What was that?" Dara was frightened. She thought a grasshopper or some other insect went into .

"Are you that hungry you want to eat the ceiling." Donghae fell on the ground with his arms wrapped around his stomach before falling onto the ground. "The look on your face." he started rolling on the ground. 

"Yah!" Dara noticed the cherry on the ground and felt a sense of relief. The sight of Donghae rolling on the ground made her feel annoyed yet happy. "What was that about!" Dara took off one of her sandals and placed her foot on his stomach, threatening him that she will stand on him. Donghae suddenly stopped laughing and placed his hands on his eyes trying to cover it. 

"Dara. You're wearing a skirt." Donghae announced as he peaked through his fingers and formed an annoying smirk on his face. 

"Kyaaa!" Dara quickly sat down beside him and started slapping and punching him. "You ert! You ert!" 

"Yah! Dara it wasn't my fault! You were the one who showed it to me." he exploded with laughter, lazily trying to defend himself from Dara's punches. 

"Y...y.you SAW?!" Dara's eyes widened in surprise and her face turned to the colour of a tomato. She looked like she was going to explode. Dara lifted her non-existing sleeve up and stretched her shoulders. She was getting ready to punch him so hard as she clucked her tongue. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry.." Donghae pleaded on his knees. This was the first time he had ever seen Dara so serious. "I didn't see anything!" Dara stopped halfway with her fist lifted up in the air. "I didn't see anything cause there wasn't anything to see!" he exploed with laughter again provoking Dara who punched his shoulder really hard causing him to fall on the ground. Even with pain, he couldn't stop laughing at Dara's annoyed face. It truly made his morning. Seeing Donghae still undefeated, she started stomping away but Donghae reached for her arm.

"Wait!" Donghae quickly stood up and fixed his clothes before continuing. When he saw Dara's annoyed face with her arms crossed over her chest, he couldn't help but laugh again. Dara pulled herself away from his grip but he caught her again. "Wait! I'm just kidding Dara!" he inhaled deeply trying to stop himself from exploding again. 

"Aishh! What do you want?" she tried removing his grip on her arm again but she failed. 

"Meet me at the front entrance in an hour." he lifted one finger and waved it in front of her face as he smiled widely with his eyes closed. "and don't wear a skirt." he pointed at his skirt using his lips. Before Dara could protest or ask why, he quickly ran away. Then Donghae's face started appearing in her head again. She placed her palms on both cheeks, trying to cool it down. 

(Dara) OMO! Santokki! Here it goes again!

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(A MINS LATER) 

Sandara's POV

That guy told me to meet him at the front entrance in an hour. He's still not here and it's already been....

I lifted the sleeve up to check the time an notice it had only been 45 minutes. Omo! Santokki! You're too excited! Still! Where is that pabo Donghae? Aishhh! He really does get on my nerves. Making a girl wait. Isn't that the man's job?

"Yoh! Santokki!" Donghae had his hand on his head and made a salute-like action. "I said in an hour. Did you even eat? Oh yeah I forgot you're a beast when it comes to eating." he started walking towards me while carrying a big platic ball. 

"Stop calling me Santokki and what is that?" she stomped her foot before calming down to point at the plastic ball Donghae was carrying. 

"You know, you're like 4 seasons in one. Sometime's you're cold like winter, then you look happy like spring, then you look curious like summer then suddenly you're calm like autumn. All seasons within a minute! You never fail to surprise me you know that." he smiled widely and pushed his tongue out at me. OMO! He's too cute! I just want to sqeeze those cheeks. 

"I am not! How is summer curious anyway? And you never answered my question, what is that?" I ruffled my hair trying to hide the fact that the butterflies in her stomach are having a stampede. 

"Exactly my point. That was winter and summer that you did just there." he laughed before showing his tongue again. OMO! I can't take it anymore. "And this..." Donghae started walking towards me. He went closer, closer, CLOSER?! I quickly closed my eyes in surprise. Suddenly I felt a heavy weight on my head. "..is a helmet." I opened my eyes and noticed his face just an inch away from mine as he buckled it around my chin. OMO! My head is heating up! This helmet made it worse. It was insulating my head and I could feel face sweating already. Need....Air....

"What is it for?" I asked unintentionally. Santokki! You already know what a helmet is for! What a pabo question! Donghae placed his hands on my shoulders as he smiled in excitement. 

"You'll see!" he grabbed my arm and started pulling me away. I couldn't help but stare at his hand wrapped around mine. I didn't have the energy to complain to him. I was just really happy to be with him, to be with Donghae. "Ta dah!" Donghae lifted his arms up in the air like a child. I couldn't help but giggle at his silly actions evern though I was out of breath. I turned around to see what he was looking at. 

"A motorcycle?" I asked in confusion. Does he want me to ride this with a sore wrist? 

"Haven't you seen one in before?" he tilted his down to reach mine. He was searching my face for any sign of excitement. "You're not happy?" he bowed his head down in disappointment. How does he want me to react? 

"It's not that you 5 year old! I've got a sore wrist remember? And even if I didn't I don't know how to ride one!" I annou