"Unnie, I got this."  Yoonseung smiled at me and marched towards the doorway...

Duhh. She's Class I-A's President.

"Neh, Seungyoon oppa, kindly leave our room silently. We do not like being disturbed by a wailing senior. Thank you." She smiled at Seungyoon so sweetly, you'd be amazed how he even managed to disagree with her. 

"But Yoonseung–"

"Oppa." She was still smiling, but she had a forced smile. A really scary smile.

When he finally left, I hugged Yoonseung and offered lunch. Instead of her accepting, it was Jinhwan who accepted it. 

"Yah! I asked Yoonseung, not you~" I said in a annoyed manner, but I was still smiling.

"Neh, noona. I'm still gonna take the lunch you offered to Yoonseung." Jinhwan ruffled her hair as she whined about not fixing it.

We both headed off to the cafeteria. I was clutching my lunch box tightly, while Jinhwan just lightly trotted behind me.

Arriving in front of the cafeteria, he opened the door and bowed. "After you, my lady~" He said in English, making me laugh and proceeded to enter anyway.

We both found a table and sat opposite of each other. As he started munching on his rice and sweet-and-sour fish, I unnoticingly took time to study his features. 

Ghad, he's so fluffy. I mentally thought and smiled. 

Just then, a group of guys passed by and started patting Jinhwan's shoulder. "Yah, Jinhwan hyung, you have Yoonseung already. And you too, noona, you have Seungyoon hyung already."

"Nope, we're just friends."

Friends.

Friends.

Friends.

The word kept echoing in my head as it slowly made its way to my hypothalamus, effectively destroying the remaining neurons in my brain.

Um, ouch.

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I arrived home tired and stressed. Tired because never did I expect such mind blowing events. Quizzes here, crazy oral recitations there (Yes, Mr. Yang, I'm talking about you and your out-of-this-world oral recitation standards(especially when you're holding index cards ))

Stressed because the very moment I stepped foot into the house, my lazy younger brother and my drunk as hell dad was sitting in the living room.

What, so they're waiting for me to feed the dogs, wash the lunch boxes and dishes, grab the clothes from the clothesline, and clean the living room?!

"Yah, Junhwan, clean the house. When I get back," my dad said, and images of him going home drunk started appearing in my mind, "this house better be tidy."