AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Chapter four.

She's a motherfreaking princess; she can get it. | Just because.

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Baekhyun’s POV

This girl was making me sick.

Seriously, I respected each and every one of the females, but this one was just getting on my nerves so much that I wanted to throw sponges at her. Or more. Cats. Yes, yes, cats would be better. At least it’d hurt.

I pouted slightly, plopping down on the chair and stared at the bag in front of me. Seriously, why couldn’t she just accept this and my apology? Did she want a war? Tch. It made my inside do flips, and no, not in a good way.

I sighed deeply, cracking my neck and leaned back on a chair, not noticing Suho walking in.

“Baek?” He asked, surprised and I raised an eyebrow as his eyes went to the table. A sudden laugh rang through the room as he sat in front of me, facepalming himself. “Oh god, don’t tell me…”

“Yeah.”

“Damn, you seriously .”

“Oh, shut up, hyung!” I whined loudly and he looked at me, almost throwing daggers. Or at least trying.

“How can you use hyung and shut up in one sentence, huh?” The boy asked and crossed arms, leaning back on his chair. “But, yeah, you still .”

“I did everything right!” I hissed and frowned. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with this girl, seriously Suho.”

The leader only patted my head affectionately and stood up. “Are you still gonna try?”

I thought for a second. Was there a point? But, after all, if I didn’t try, it meant a win for Jung. I had to try harder, make her accept the apology and finally live my life as I supposed to and as I wanted to.

Plus, my ego would be hurt as heck if I gave up. My pride would be kicked. My image would be ruined.

Byun Baekhyun never gives up, yes.

I needed to win this war, really.

“Of course. War is war.” I mumbled, making Suho laugh once again before he left the kitchen, mumbling something I didn’t actually understand.

Heeyoung’s POV

It was Monday morning, or I’d rather say – noon and guess what I was doing.

No, not sleeping. I wasn’t sleeping the whole night.

You don’t know, hm? Hm?

Okay, I shall tell you.

I was gathering information about my enemy. Oh yeah. The eyeliner king with the power of light and making me flip things, yes yes, this one. Exo member, Born in May, 1992. How was that possible that he was my age? That hag looked seriously too old.

I sighed and stretched, squinting as I ran my eyes from line to line, writing down the most important information. Was I going crazy? Maybe. I don’t know.

“Jung Heeyoung, what are you doing, still in your pajamas?” I heard my mom’s voice and turned around, spotting her leaned against the doorframe.

If I could compare her to anything, I’d say she is an angel. As in, meaning personality and looks.

Her long hair were always curled, her eyes sparkled with ever word she said, her legs never seemed to and, not to mention her personality – funny, lovely and cute, despite her age.

I shook my head slightly, getting rid of meaningless thoughts.

“Sitting.” I replied with a smile. She only sighed and threw something at the armchair right beside my bed, rolling her eyes.

“We’ve got important guests today again. Can you wear this at work? Please?”

“Uh, work again?” A pout creeped on my lips as I lazily waddled towards the bag, looking at her with tired look. “Not that I’m complaining, but I’ve been working for six days straight. Can’t I get a day off?”

My mother only frowned at that, shaking her head.

“Today is the last day, I promise. Just help me and you can go back to whatever you were doing.”