*Thursday-morning*

     *ring* *ring* *ring*

Hmph. It's Yuri again... and another text message,

Yuri-the-jerk: Fany-yah, please answer my calls. Trust me, I never knew that woman. It just so happens she slept in my room without me knowing.

What?! How is that even possible, you babo?! Arrgh- gonna change his name.

Yuri-the-babo: Please, Fany-yah. Mr. Goo said she's his niece. You have nothing to worry about AND nothing happened between us, okay? Please.

Hmph. You think you can fool me, you freaking liar?! That woman told me everything, even how you moaned her name all night! Aarrrghhh- change.

Yuri-the-liar: Don't ever believe whatever that woman told you. They're all lies. Please... I'm sorry...

Now what? You're saying sorry? Doesn't that contradict all of your alibis?!

Aaaarrghhhhhh- I can't take this anymore!

I rashly turned off my phone, put the battery out and threw it at the back of the bed. Hmph. That should do it.

"Umma, aren't you going to school yet?" Sunkyu asked as he stood beside the door.

"I'm going. I was just... doing an important thing."

"What important thing? Reading appa's messages and not replying on them? Or watching your phone vibrate for hours from appa's calls and not answering them? Or is it about how will you make different kinds of mad facial expressions whenever your phone rings?"

"Aiiishh- shut up, Kyu! This isn't any of your business! And aren't you going to school too?!"

He sighed loudly, "I already told you, umma. I'm taking a leave today."

"Huh? But why?"

He sighed loudly again, "I already told you about it yesterday and you said yes. I'm not gonna say my reason again."

Ugghh- this kid. "I don't remember I said yes though! You get ready now. I'll take you to school."

"No. Stop it, umma. I've asked for your permission on it for more than five times and you said yes on all. If you can't remember that, it's your problem then." he said and left the room without even waiting for my response.

Aiisshh- I hate annoying kids. He's so like Yuri. Uggghhhhhh- that freaking jerk-face babo. My blood boils up whenever I remember him or even just thinking of his name. He already destroyed my whole day yesterday and that's so freaking uncool, man.

That's it. I'm gonna shut down all of my connections with him for the rest of the week. He deserve it for ditching me last Tuesday, all for sleeping with that woman, Hara...

Aaaarrghhhhhhhhhh--- Hara!!!

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*At-one-orphanage-in-Seongnam*

"AAAAAARRGHHHHHHH!!!" *CHOP* two carrots down.

"Seriously, cupcake, do you have a grudge over carrots or something?" Sooyoung asked while subconsciously peeling a potato on the other side of the table.

"This isn't any of your business, Soo, AND STOP CALLING ME CUPCAKE OR YOU'LL FACE YOUR DEATH MUCH EARLIER!"

"Hi cupcake." Jessica suddenly snapped as she went inside. That made the two of us dumbfounded over her remark. "What? Can't I call you cupcake too?" she asked.

"But why? Are you mocking him or something?" I asked.

"Oh no..." she grabbed a potato and started to peel it with a knife. "I just overheard you on killing Sooyoung if he'll call you cupcake. Might as well try that too... You know, I've been craving for my death for so long and I would rather lose my life in your hands, bestie."

"Stop your obsession with death, PLEASE!"

"Then stop getting mad over nothing."

"Mad over nothing?! You call this MAD OVER NOTHING?!"

Sooyoung then answered, "If it's about chopping carrots with full strength you're talking about... Uhhh-- yes it is?"

"..."

"..."

"Fine. This is getting mad over nothing. BUT THIS ISN'T THE POINT!"

"Why are you so mad over the carrots then?" Sica asked.

I sighed in defeat, "Yuri."

"Oh I get it."

"Boy-problems... Man, why am I stuck here with you, girls?" Sooyoung mumbled, sounding a little irritated.

"You know, you can just get out, Soo. That's actually much more favorable on my part."

"You are so mean to me, cupcake. That hurts, you know."

"Come on. Go now. We can handle this. Just go play with the kids."

"Nah. I'll just go somewhere first. I leave you two here."

"Where are you going?"

"It's Hyoyeon's birthday today. I have to get my gift from the shop. It will just be in a bit." Oh. It's Hyoyeon's birthday. I'm such a failure, I've forgotten about it.

"Well... gotta go. Bye lovely-pretty girls."

"Bye, Soo." Sica bid.

"Bye, cupca-..."

"Haha! Got you." he said then danced annoyingly.

"AAAARRGHH GET OUT OF HERE, YOU JERK!"

"Love you too! Haha! Bye Bye~!" he shouted happily then mumbled, "This is such a great day..."

Sica, on the other hand, was giggling silently. "You called him cupcake. Now that's a twist of event."

"Shut the hell up. It just so happens he's been calling me that every second since yesterday. It became a broken record kept on playing in my already-occupied mind, you know!"

"Fine... So, tell me about that Yuri problem again."

"Please, let's not talk about him."

"Statement decoded. Basically, you're itching to tell me about it since yesterday?"

I sighed again, "Yes. Yuri's killing me like SO MUCH!" *CHOP* another carrot dead.

"Hit me."

"Alright, first, we both agreed to have a video call last Tuesday night. He said he's going to tell me everything. I waited for hours, texted, called him for so many times, yet, I got nothing in return."

"So that's it?"

"No, that's not it!" *CHOP* another carrot dead. "I called him again the next morning and A WOMAN ANSWERED HIS PHONE! She said she slept with him all night long that's why he's been missing my calls and messages. And that... SOMETHING HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM TOO! Tell me, is there a reason why I shouldn't get mad with that?!"

"Hmmm. I see." she blandly responded.

"That's it? Just 'I see'? Not even any advice out there, bestie?"

"You don't need any advice for that situation, Tiffany."

"Oh really? Why?" I asked, sarcastically.

She stopped on her work and stared at me intently, "I know you have resolved that issue inside your head already."

"I don't get it."

"Simple. I clearly see on your face you already know that woman was just lying. Yuri will never do anything stupid like that. We both know how crazily in love that man is to you. Why doubt then? So... Obviously, you're not mad