Me and My Five-Day Boyfriend

Chapter One: The Dilemma

“'I hope that my wishes of smiling next to you every new morning will be able to come true; I'll wait for you...' Ja... I hope you will all have one dreamy night, my love... this has been your DJ leaving you with a song from Dongbangshinki, Picture Of You... I'll talk to you tomorrow night... saranghae...”

“Did you hear that?! Did you hear that?”

“Ya! I'm not deaf... and can you please tone down the volume now?” I muttered calmly as Jaejoong's voice filled the air.

“Isn't he the coolest?!” 

She screeched again. She has an amazing voice, not amazing that she could hit a high note or something like that, it's just that I don't know how she manages it that she would sound like a boy other times it's a just a terribly shattering sound. 

Now her shrieks are big danger for my poor eardrums.

“Coolest? The last time you called someone coolest was your Khun Oppa...” I heaved under my breath and twirled the pen between my fingers.

“Oh, he's different! Anyway, I'm telling you, tomorrow night you really should listen to his Sweet Dreams, My Love!”

Sweet Dreams, My Love. Urgh! Even that show title was giving me chills. Creepy!

I coughed and decided to just change the topic. “By the way, are you done with our Algebra homework?”

Silence.

“Algebra?”

“Yeah? Like we have ten problems to solve?” I replied in a serious tone.

“Ahhhh... so are you done with it?”

“Yeah,” I proudly declared, “Done with it three hours ago.”

“Good! So I've got no prob anymore...”

“Ya!”

And she hang up on me just like that.

But I love her. She is my bestfriend since forever. People say that we are the complete opposite that's why we complement each other a lot. When all she cared for are those girly things, I despise them-- well, not really despise, kinda allergic to them. So it's like we compensate each others' frailties and differences.

She is this and I am that. I am that and she is this.

Yoona. 

Seohyun.

Oddly enough, we love spending time together and talking and doing those things that we enjoy doing. Together. How? Hard to explain and I know we are not the only bestfriends like this. So yeah, picture it.

And just like any old bestfriends do, we protect and help out each other. Whatever consequences may arise. Keep them coming. 

But I wouldn't know what would befall on me because of this.

“Yoona-ya...” I sat beside her by the grass under a shade that 'fateful' afternoon, “Why that long face?”

“Mom's birthday is coming. I still don't have enough money to buy that necklace...”

Since the day she laid eyes on that necklace, she knew that it belonged rightfully to her mom. 

“How much do you still need? I could lend you...”

She shook her head and told me the amount. My jaw dropped, “That much? I don't have that enough money!”

“Would you help me earn it then?”

Good lord help me for she was pulling off that doe-eyed begging again so I just nodded, “Okay... okay... but how?”

“Great!”

Her eyes brightened. I. Am. So. Dead.

“You see, there's a contest on this radio show that I always tell you to listen to and they're giving away prizes and it's even more than enough and I could sign in your name for it and so we can--”

“Woah! Woah! Calm down, first! Wait, what if you just sign in your name?”

“I can't...”

“Why?”

“I just can't”

“Then you can't sign my name too,” I uttered casually.

“But Se