“Baek Yoojin?” Mark started to crack up, “you have got to be kidding me”

“Yah, don’t be like that” Mr Tuan stood up from the couch, “be nice to her” Mark stood beside me and slung his arms around me, “don’t worry, me and her are buddies ever since this morning?”

“This morning?” Mrs asked, “hmm, she’s in my English class” Mark smiled at me like it was the most was the most normal thing in the planet.

 Yugyeom was right, he really is bipolar. “Umma, Appa she walked home today, can she rest a for a bit?”

“Oh, sure. We’ll call you when we need you”

Mrs Tuan entwined fingers with her husband and smiled at him, “I told you they’ll get a long”

“Arra, I’ll take her to her room. Kaja?” He looked at me and I nodded still confused. He grabbed my hands and started to walk.

Maybe I got it wrong, maybe Mark Tuan is actually nice… but then the moment we were out of earshot from his parents, that’s when the monster came back.

“Listen up and listen good” Mark pushed me inside of my room and closed the door behind him. “I know you had the hots for me, I mean that’s cool and everything I’m used to it anyways” Mark smirked, “but stalking, I’m not cool with that”

“Stalking? what are you on about?”

“Oh Yoojin, you don’t have to pretend…” he started to walk towards me and I stepped back till my back touched the wall, Mark put his arm on the wall trapping me.

“First you go to the same school as me, the you just happen to bumped into me in the hallway, your also in my English class and sits in front of me. You were at the hideout as well, that was creepy but you what’s creepier? You living in my house. I met hundreds of crazy fangirls, but you, you’re the craziest”

The nerve of this guy, seriously.

 “You know what, Mark, I met some jerks in my life but you, you’re the worse” I mocked and pushed him away, “if your just here to boost about yourself, I’m not interested” I walked away from him and dropped my bag on the bed.

“Is this your way of admitting that you’re stalking me?” Mark asked, I ly to see him smirking.

 Damn, how I wanted to freakin slap that breathtaking smirk off his face. Wait what? Breath-taking? ‘Yoojin what’s wrong with you.’

 “look Mr Air-head, before you get ahead of yourself you have to know the facts, first of all your mum was the one who enrolled me to that school, at the hallways you were the one that nearly knocked me over  I mean c’mon, who rides their skateboard in school?”

“Uh, I do. I ride my skateboard inside, so what? By the way, you were the one who was in my way”

“In your way? You… argh, I’m not going to waste my breath on you” I grumbled and crossed my arms. “By the way, at the hideout I came for Bambam since he was the one that asked me to come and to be honest, I didn’t even knew you were Mrs Tuan’s son, heck I didn’t even knew she had a son”

Mark stood there, scoffing. “What you don’t believe me?” I arched a brow.

“What do you think?”

 “Whatever, believe it or not I didn’t care anymore” I rolled my eyes and went to the wardrobe where I already hanged up my clothes. 

“What’s the reason to work at this house if you didn’t know me in the first place?” Mark questioned, I laughed, “not everything is about you, you know”

“Just answer me” Mark huffed. “I need money to cure my mum, Mrs Tuan offered to pay for the hospital bills until my mum is fully cured if I worked here” I answered.

 “So if your mum is cured then you’ll be gone?”

“I don’t know, I think so” I answered. “Here” Mark threw hundreds of thousands of wons at me. “Take it and leave”

“what are you doing?” I asked.

“That’s what you want right? Money. I gave you some now leave this house” Mark pointed at the door. “Why? Is it not enough? Then have some more” he threw more at me.

“Don’t throw money like it’s nothing, your parents worked hard for that” I told him. “It’s just money it’s nothing to people like me. But then when it comes to people like you… well let me just say, what you guys earn in a year, we earn it in an hour” Mark stuffed his wallet in his jeans.

“You are the rudest guy I have ever met in my whole life. Your attitude is the worst and I hate you and I mean it. You dare say those hurtful things. Yes people like ‘me’ are poor but it doesn’t give you the right in any way to talk to us like that. Just because your richer doesn’t mean you are higher than us in anyway and just because were poor doesn’t mean we don’t have feelings” I snapped.

 “Rich people are immediately higher than people like you. When I watched documentaries its always about people like you, eating food that came out of rubbish, living in cardboards or on the street and stuff like that.  But you know what’s funny? Every single time they would make a video that would make everyone sad and feel sorry for them. All of your people want is money, that’s all they want and I’m sick of it” Mark spatted back.

 “You know what makes me sick? You. You say the most hurtful and harsh things like it’s nothing and not even care on who you hurt. You’re despicable Mark Tuan” I hissed.

 I thought hard at the times when mum would work really hard just to keep us going, I remember the times when she would have to go to 3 part-time jobs every day, come home and bring food just for me.

“Just get out, I need to change” I whispered and turn my back at him, my body was shaking in anger and I don’t know what I’ll do if he says another word. I sighed in relief when I heard him walk out the room.

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“You’re really not going to leave?” Mark walked in the kitchen where I was washing the dishes, it was already past dinner and everyone was tired and getting ready for bed.

“No” I answered, I was still angry about before. “Fine, then there’s some rules we both need to go through”

 I washed the last plate and wiped it dry before putting it in the rack, “go on”

“Well, at school you’re a stranger to me. You don’t talk to me and I’ll do the same. Don’t make eye contact and no physical contact in and out of school. Don’t tell anyone you live in the same house for me as it would be embarrassing for the school’s beloved kingka to be living with someone like you”

 I sighed, I guess he’s still on about that, “fine, but don’t you dare tell anyone about me being a maid as it would be embarrassing for people to know that I am working with someone like you” I retorted.

“Someone like me?” he arched a brow.

“Hmm, a stuck-up, know-it-all and air-headed monster” and with that I left the kitchen.

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Mark's POV:

“Guyssss, what should I do?” I groaned as I hit my head on the table, it was lunch time and the whole cafeteria was a mess.

 “What’s wrong hyung?” Yugyeom asked me. “Um, we have another maid in the house and I really really loathe her. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do” I answered. “Another maid? Didn’t your mum just hired one like a week ago?” JB looked at me.

“Oh she quit like a few days ago”

 “Oh, how so?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

 Got7 looked at me suspiciously, “yah, don’t look at me like that. It’s not always my fault that a maid quits. She quit because she was long way from home and she said something about having family problems. Shame actually, she was quiet nice, like a nana. I rather have her than that old wrecked witch” I grumbled.

 “Oh hey Yoojin” Bambam waved at someone behind me, I looked behind me and saw Yoojin standing there biting her lips trying to control the anger. Looks like she heard what I said. Ha, not my fault.

“sit here, Nichkhun-sunbaenim and his friends can’t come anyways” the boys stood up and sat on one side of the 14-seated-table where I was originally sitting.

6mix was with Yoojin and they all looked at each other, “why not. All the other tables are taken” Jisoo smiled at Youngjae as she sat in front of him, soon all of the girls sat down.

 Yoojin was the last to sit down and the only space was in front of me.

“Hyung, what were you saying about your new maid?” Yugyeom asked.

I looked up to see Yoojin glaring at me, hehe, this is going to be fun.

 “Another maid Mark? What did you do to the last one? Put a rat in her room?” Jeongyeon asked, chuckling. “Maybe insects instead, that’s what you did to the 25 year old one right?” Jukyung asked.

 I laughed, “Yeah yeah, I did all those nasty stuff to them but this time the maid quit because of family problems” I answered.

“Sure~” 6mix teased.

 “How low do you guys think of me? Aish jinjja” I scratched my head.

Everyone laughed well except for one. “How is your new one?” Jeongyeon asked. “Well let’s see…”

My eyes instantly landed on Yoojin who was eating her food not looking as if she wasn’t listening.

“Let’s start with her attitude shall we? She’s a bossy-boots and a know it all. She speaks like she’s the queen of the world. Her voice is so irritating, you know those girl voices that are so screechy and annoying? Yeah that’s hers” I smirked as I saw her body tense up

‘Looks like you’re listening after all Baek Yoojin’

“Her hair is frizzy and dry, I know for a guy I don’t really care about those stuff but I swear she has nits man! Her style is horrible. I think the old maid’s style was better than hers”

“Isn’t your old maid like 55 or something?” Youngjae asked.

 “Exactly my point brother. Now let’s talk about her looks… she’s ugly like super ugly, she’s even worse when she’s angry. I find the Chewbacca more attractive than her. She’s really small like an oompa-loompa… And her body… oh god damn, she’s flat as a pancake, heck a pancake is more ‘bumpier’ than her”

The boys started to burst into laughter while the girls began to worry about their now chocking friend.

 I smiled in victory, Mark 1, Yoojin 0.

Author's Note:

HEY THERE!! ^O^

Enjoy this chapter and feel free to comment down things that curious you or if you dont get a certain thing :D

Mark and Yoojin finally knows //PARTAYYYY!!

Haha. Oh and just to let you guys know, i wont be updating tmr cuase im going to edit over all of the chapters. Kay, have a good day/afternoon/night

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