-Chaerin’s POV-

Ring… ring….

I open my eyes hardly. God…., who’s calling me this early. It’s Saturday! I roam my hand, searching for my ringing phone. But then, there’s another hand finds my phone first and throws it away

“Oppa! Why did you throw it?” I protest. Jiyong is lying behind me, wraps his right arm around my body and used his left hand to threw my phone

“Who was calling you this early? Let him/her wait” he murmurs with his husky voice. He didn’t even open his eyes and keep hugging me

“What if it was an important call?” I turn around and face him

“He/she will call you again” he answers, still with closed eyes and pulls me back to his embrace

I sigh, but then give up, and snuggle on his arms. He kisses my forehead and I can feel his smile

I’m done with my shower. Stepping out from the bath room, I see Jiyong Oppa is still sleeping peacefully. Then I go to his kitchen and preparing our breakfast. Well…, it’s almost lunch time actually…

After preparing our breakfast, I’m back to the bedroom and Jiyong Oppa just finished his bath. He wears his short and white polo shirt. He uses a small grey towel to dry his wet hair.

“The breakfast is ready” I tell him. I walk near the bed, where I see my phone and pick it from the floor

“Did I break it?” He asks in concern while walking to me

“I think no…” I check my phone. It still works properly. Then I check the call log and my eyes get widen.

“What’s wrong?” he realizes my shocked expression

“It was my Omma…” I bit my bottom lip. God…, I totally forgot, I haven’t visit them for almost a month. “Oppa, I think I have to leave first, I need to visit my parent…” I look up to him

“Oh…, ok. But, I have an appointment with Bae already. I won’t be able to drive you there”

“It’s ok, Oppa. I’ll go by myself. I need to take some stuffs in my apartment first though” I smile at him. Then he grabs my waist and pecks my lips lightly

“I’m sorry…”

“I said its ok. Besides that…, my parent haven’t know yet that I’m with someone now…” I play with the collar of his polo-shirt, and then look up to him again. “I need to tell them first before you meet them”

“Fine, I’ll go with you next time” he smiles

“Are you sure?” I raise my left eyebrow

“What do you mean?” he frowns

“About you want to meet my parent?”

“Of course! Why?” he frowns again, looking at me with questioning look.

“Nothing. Just forget it” I grin. Somehow, I feel so happy that he wants to meet my parent. I don’t know, just imagining him being the part of our family….. Wait! I think I become too delusional

“Let’s eat first then. Don’t you feel hungry? We burned so much calories last night” he grins naughtily and I blushed by that

“Oppa!” I slap his chest and he lets out a laugh

“Let’s eat” he grabs my hand and leads me to the dining room

I walk into my unit. My Omma just called, and told me to come home. So, I need to takes view stuffs there, since for the last two days, I’ve sleepover at Jiyong’s apartment

I fasten my pace but then I stop when I see someone is standing in front of my door

“Kris?” I call him and he turns his head to me

“Hey, I’m about to go home” he smiles

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh…, I just want to meet you, since it’s Saturday, I want to ask you to go with me. But when I arrived here, there’s no one here” he grins

“Oh.., uhm…”

“Are you free today?” he asks straight to the point

“I’m sorry, Kris. Today I can’t go with you… I have to go somewhere”

“With Ji Hyung?” he asks. His eyes stare at me sharply

“What? No… I’ll go to visit my parent. ALONE” I add tense on the last word, and his expression start to change, brighter

“When you will go?”

“Soon. I just come to take my stuffs, then I’ll go right away” I answer him as open my apartment door

“Uhm…, can I go with you?”

I’m frozen right on my place. What?? He wants to come with me?? to my parent house?

“What???!!”

“I just want to drive you there… well, I have nothing to do...” he pouts. Aish…

“But…”

“Please, Chaerin-ah… let me drive you there. I promise, I won’t make any trouble. I’ll behave” he gives me his puppy eyes. Oh God…, this boy is really…

“But, Kris...”

“Why? Do you afraid that Ji Hyung will mad about this?” he frowns and I got stuttered

“I-it’s not like that…” I look at him. God…, why he has such this cute face? It’s make me feel bad to reject him. Aigoo…. “Ok, but if my parent ask you about anything, just let me answer! I don’t want them to get us wrong” finally I give up. And he gives me his ear to ear smile

“So, you still remember that you have parent live here, huh?” My Omma gives me her signature pouts when she opens the door for me

“Aigoo, Omma.., I’m sorry. You know I kinda busy these weeks lately” I rush to the living room

“Busy with who?” Omma asks as eying the man standing in front of the door

“Good afternoon, Ma’am” he bows to Omma

“Oh, Good afternoon… and who are you?” I can see Omma’s expression, just like she meets her favorite drama actors. God…, her eyes is sparkling now

“He is Kris, my friend from China” I walk to Omma. She gives me a shocked look and Kris just smiles and bows again. “We met when I was at Shanghai, and he is friend with my boss” I explain to Omma who I’m totally sure, starts to imagining any drama scene about us

“Ah…, I see” she nods, but her eyes still glued on me, asking for more explanation. This is what I worried about. I’ve never bring any guy to my house, since Appa is a strict-typed one and Omma is a drama queen and drama addict, a delusional typed one. Bring a guy to her, and she will make thousand plots in her head. Like now….

“Where is Appa, Omma?” I ask, try to find another topic

“Oh, he is in the back yard. Go see him…, and…, Kris…, welcome to our house. Come in” she smiles

“So, he is the man you told me?” Omma ask curiously. Kris is now talking with my Appa on the back yard. I’m surprised how fast he could get along with my Appa. I wish Appa will be that good to Jiyong Oppa too…

“Chae!” Omma half-shouts, asking for my attention

“Oh.., uhm.., No Omma. It’s not him. He just friend” I stuttered

“Huh? Then, who is that man?”

“He is…., my Boss…” I can’t keep everything from Omma. She is more than an Omma for me. She is my best friend too

“And why it’s not him who visits us with you?”

“It’s unplanned. I just decided to visit you this morning, and he already had an appointment, so he couldn’t go with me” I explain

“And then, that pretty boy escorted you here?”

“He insisted. He visited me when I was about to go, and insisted to drive me here” I si