After lunch, Dara was feeling excessively tired just from her constant bickering with Jiyong who seemed too adamant to pester her. 

  She's never had a gay friend before and she's never been good at interacting with people either so she can barely tell if the problem was with her or with the moron in front of her.    The guy must be forgetting that HE ACTUALLY NEEDS HER HELP so he better behave because she swears she's just about to change her mind. Like now. Like real soon.   Her unnie fortunately caught up and gave him a couple good smacks in the head. Her eerie silence probably has been a dead giveaway that she was so close to murdering him.    The douche decided to stop torturing her sanity. Thank heavens!    How did a demi-god ended up to be a gay douche? Yeah, GD for Gay Douche.   'Ha! Fits him well!' Dara smirked evilly.   Oddly when she made a witty comeback and called him 'GD the Gay Douche', he wasn't amused at all, his face was suddenly grim. It was just the three of them at the living room, her unnie had a phone call and is in the kitchen so she wonders why he's pissed.    It wasn't like she announced his secret to the world, right?     Hanbyul walks back into the living room, cursing. "Friggin' people won't let me have a day of rest!" She crosses her arms over her chest.    Eh?    "What is it unnie?"    "My assistant called and one of our client wanted to meet up, seems we have some trouble brewing." Her unnie looks aghast.   Dara sighed. The perks of being a lawyer.    "Go. They need you."    "Aigoo but I don't want to. This is the first time in a month that we have time together. I feel like we're being drawn apart and I hate neglecting you."    Dara felt crestfallen too but she knows how important this is to her unnie.   "Don't be silly, we still have a lot of time to hang out unnie. Besides you've already spent the entire morning cooking for me, that is more than enough. I promise you can take me shopping with you anytime." She smiled.   "Chincha?" Hanbyul's eyes were puppy-like and Dara vigorously nods.    "Now go unnie." She hugged her and pushed her to the bedroom to change.      A few minutes passed and Hanbyul's striding out of the room with new clothes and her bag slung on the shoulders.   "I guess I gotta leave you guys here, just feel free to do whatever you want, I'll try to come back in the soonest possible time."    "Ani. Its okay, I need to speak with Dara privately as well so we might be leaving in a few minutes." Jiyong speaks up, to which Hanbyul raises an eyebrow.    "Babe I can't let you go alone, I'll come with you and wait. I won't be a bother, I promise." Dongwook interrupted.   "Okay but you," She points at Jiyong, "If you MUST speak with my sister then you can stay here and talk, but if you'll bring her someplace else just make sure to take her home safely." She then squinted her eyes on him. "And don't try anything funny, I'm watching you."    Dara's chest is a current mess.    How can her unnie just leave her be? She may be an ill-famed to guys but this one here is different. Its like he pushes her heart unguarded.    "Oppa.." She slightly tug on Dongwook's sleeves, making the latter glance at her.    Dongwook ruffled her hair, chortling. "Don't worry munchkin, my cousin may look like a walking menace but he's....bearable."    "Oppa I'm afraid I might end up cutting him to pieces if you leave us alone." She gritted her teeth. Jiyong was standing there with a deadpan expression.   Hanbyul guffaws. "Then try not to. Alright you two, don't reduce my house to smithereens, arasso?"    Dongwook waved them goodbye and followed her unnie out of the house.            Dara her heels to Jiyong, only to find him solemnly looking at her.    "Why are you staring? You're creeping me out!" She snapped, irritated with the thought of staying another more minute with him.    He's making her feel things she never wanted to deal with and it completely pisses her off that of all the people she could regard those feelings for, it just has to be him.    Why does it has to be on a gay?    He is no Prince Charming so heavens must be really playing a dumb game on her!    Why can't they ever give her a normal prince on a white horse?    "We need to discuss our plans." He said dryly and gestured at her to seat.    'What a loonie.' One minute he'd be playing around with her and then he'd be serious. Gah.    She slid back on the couch, frowning. "I heard you earlier, no need to point it out again. Aish." She retorted.   "Alright let me just get the contract from my car."    Contract?   "CONTRACT?" She scoffed but he was already out of the house.            He was back in a jiffy and sits down across her and placing the paper on the table.    What the frog?!?   "What is that?!"    Oh god please don't let her kill him, just yet.    This guy must be livid! A contract?!?!    "A contract."    . Her brain's already devising the many ways she could obliterate him.   She sighed, leaning back against her seat. "You better tell me what the hell that contract is for before I pull your limbs apart in different directions."    "Bad day?" He suddenly grins at her.    Bipolar. This moron is a bipolar, she finally figured