Chapter 7: OPPA?!!

Minho’s POV

“You have to call me ‘OPPA’ from now on.” I said and smirked at her. Her eyes widened when I said that. I just want to laugh at her right now. Kekeke.

“WHAT?!” She shouted at me.

“Yah! You’re so noisy! Stop shouting, will you? Weh? You don’t want to call me Oppa?” I said and went in front of her. I lowered my face to level with her face. Our faces are 2 inches apart. I can see clearly that she’s blushing. Kekeke.

“I-it’s not t-that I don’t want to c-call you O-oppa. I-I’m going to be your s-student so it’s not appropriate for me to c-call you Oppa.” She said. I stand up straight and smirked at her again.

“So you really do want to call me Oppa?” I .

“B-bwo? A-ani. It’s not that I w-want to c-call you o-oppa. You said Appa will cut my account. Y-yeah, that’s it. And I’ll be your student.” I can tell that she’s lying. She’s been stammering.

“Lier. But okay. We can fix that student thing. If we’re at school call me Sir. If were not at school call me oppa.”

“Wait. Why do I have to call you Oppa?” she asked. That taken me a back. It made me think. Why did I ask her to call me oppa?

“W-well, yeah, I’m older than you.”

“That’s it? That’s your reason?”

“Well, do you want any other reason?”

“N-no. Not at all. Uhmm, okay, I’ll call you Oppa then. Let’s start the tutoring?”

“Okay. Let’s do your management subject first.” I said and said acrossed her on her bed.

*Later*

“Yah! Listen to me! Why aren’t you listening to me?!”

Aish! This girl is really a pain in the . She’s not listening to me at all.

“Weeeh? It’s so boring and I haven’t eat dinner yet and it’s already 9 in the evening.” She said pouting. Yah! Why is she pouting? She’s cute when she does that. What? Cute? I mean, she’s ugly!

“Stop pouting! You're getting uglier. Come on, Let’s go into the kitchen. I’m also starving.” I said, pulled her by her hand and drag her downstairs.

“Yah! Stop dragging me. I have feet, you know. You don’t have to drag me. And can you please stop holding my hand? It’s getting sweaty. And FYI, I'm not ugly!” I immediately let go of her hand. I didn’t notice I held her hand. I feel embarrassed right now. We just went to the kitchen quietly.

*Minutes later*

“Where are the foods? Why’s there no cooked food? And where are the maids? Why are they not here?!” She’s really noisy. Shouting here, shouting there. So loud!

“Could you please stop shouting? You’re so loud! The maids are probably sleeping by now. I’ll just cook and wait for me.”

“You cook?” She asked.