Hate
Living With My Teacher's Son
Days passed as I continued to work hard in my new job. I learnt quite a lot and I learnt more about coffee and drinks type from Minseok Oppa. He is really good. My friends would often come and buy drinks or eat. The boys would also come and make noise, sometimes even ordering many foods, just because I was there.
"Many people came after you joined us," Minseok Oppa said.
"Is that a good thing? Because all I can say is they are all very noisy. Especially my friends there," I said, pointing to the 13 boys.
"Of course it's a good thing. Our cafe became more popular. I've been receiving a lot more orders. And by the way, I heard one of them live with you?" He asked.
"Yura Unnie told you? Yes, but I live with him, not he live with me. I moved over after my grandma died," I said.
"It's the same thing. Do you have any feelings for him?" He asked.
"Feelings? Don't joke around Oppa. I like no one."
"Aye, don't lie. I can tell you do. Maybe you haven't realize it yet. Do you know that if a girl and a boy lives together under one roof, chances are 98% they would end up liking each other?" He stated.
"Pft, that's bull. I swear I wouldn't like him," I insist.
"Okay let's see. If you end up with him, you will need to make me a bento," Minseok challenged and I nodded, "Sure. I'm not scared. It's just a bento anyway."
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