Chapter Three

Just Fake It 

“How about some Bokbunja ju? It’s blackberry native. Or maybe some jjajangmyeon? Seriously though, I feel like I need to take your temperature” my mother mutters as she hassles all over me and feels my temple.

You see, muqin and I have never really been close. It’s unusual to say the very least that she’s been trying so hard lately so I appreciate it.

“Muqin, I’m fine. I just threw up because I probably ate something my stomach couldn’t take” The fib easily glided out of my mouth as I whack her hands away from me

“What if I told you I’m feeling not that great either, Wu Lin? You could help me out on a sponge bath” Chanyeol exclaims loudly

“How about I take your temperature with a gigantic thermometer and shove it right up your ?” My mother hovers

“Well, that strangely turns me on” Chanyeol ponders

“EW! Do you honestly like me to puke all over again?” I question Chanyeol furiously as I punch his arm

After I was done emptying my gastrointestinal in the shrub border earlier, Yuri’s party has slowly worn down as she left with Baekhyun to go to some fancy restaurant to continue their dinner. She has told me she would have asked me too, but then, she was fearful that what I had was probably transmittable and she was far from actually wishing to be sick.

Amazing! Now the woman of my dreams think I’m some weakling.

Now, we are here sitting in Mr. and Mrs. Kwon’s kitchen while the rest outside were tidying the area up. I came over to the caboose to actually get some peace and serenity as well as to get away from Chen so that he would essentially stop querying me if I could throw up in command because unfortunately, he was gloomy that he actually missed the show.

Honestly speaking, my level of mortification has reached its highest point and there is absolutely nothing that could make my day even more gruesome than this.

“Kris-ah, if you want Yuri to realize how much she means to you and that you’re in love with her, pulling her locks and puking in her parents’ backyard probably was not the best idea for a start” Muqin informs me

Dear lord, My day it appears to be is turning far worse than I'd expect. 

“Wait a minute! What the hell are you talking about! I’m not in love with Yuri! Are you nuts?! Where did you get that idea? It’s garbage! Outrageous! Yuri is like the noona I never had! We used to even bath together”

If only I talk too much, my mother would actually believe that what I’m saying is the truth, right?

“De. You also used to always brag about how big your was. I just hope that it is not on your next plan of attack” My mother continues seriously this time

Noted. Remove number 5 from the list.

“I’m not showing her my !” I yell in self-defense

“Well, I believe you need to show her your . I’m not taking it off Kris.” Chanyeol probes

Seriously, everyone needs to stop saying the word this instant!

“Did I just hear someone say ? What list are you talking about? What are you all up to?” Mrs. Kwon queries as soon as she walks inside the galley to us.

“Some list I myself made to get Yuri to realize that Kris is head over heels in love with her” Chanyeol informs the latter

“YAH! SHUT YOUR FREAKING MOUTH!” I wail

“That’s so relieving! It’s about time you actually did something about it. I thought that your mother and I were going to be old hags before you two crewed the hell up” Mrs. Kwon mutters as she walks past the sink and sits down next to muqin.

Back to story telling.

You see, my mother and Mrs. Kwon have been friends all their lives. They both have been through everything and sometimes I do believe that they even share the same brain.

I place my hands up to cup my face drowning what was happening around me. How the does my mother and Mrs. Kwon know that I fancy Yuri? How is that freaking probable? And if they are aware of it, is Yuri, too? I mean, she can’t. There is just no freaking way.

“Take the hair pulling out of the list Kris. You know how my princess hates it when I used to brush her strands when she was a little kid. You know, her skull is quite delicate” Mrs. Kwon advises me

“Buy her flowers”

“Or accessories. You know how women treasure those”

“I never really cared about those. I remember being happy when men placed their toilet seats down”

“Agreed. Put the seat down. OHH! And make her a tape that is mixed with her favorite songs! Those are always fun”

“Back to 1982 are we? God! How old school are you, Wu Lin!” Mrs. Kwon flinches

“ my balls. Boyeon!” My mother fired back