A week passed and he hasn’t talked to me. I thought he was angry and the best part is I didn’t even cared, I had my peace no one disturbed me from my practices.

It was late at night and I was done with my homework for chinese and I was starving. I searched for some food but there wasn’t any. I was too lazy to go out and buy some. So since my neighbors were teen top I decided to borrow some ramen from them. And I was hoping that jerkjoe would be sleeping already. But no, he was the one who opened the door:

-what do you want?

-ramen- I said without looking at him in the eyes-I was busy until now and others are sleeping and I’m starving and we have no food and I thought you would help me-I said that with one breath and looked at him with my puppy eyes. He smiled at me and let me in. he looked at me and laughed then I looked at myself checking what’s wrong  and I realised that I was in my ajjumma pants and very big t-shirt. I smiled at him awkwardly:

-well I’m too hungry..

-I haven’t said anything-he said while putting pen on fire- by the way you dress like that every time you’re at home?

-of course it’s comfortable.

-why aren’t you paying attention to your apperience?

-Why should i? who cares about that mostly wants a boyfriend or attention form others, I don’t want anything of those. So it’s better to feel comfort.

-You don’t want a boyfriend? –he asked in surprised voice

-Nope. I don’t have time