It took me almost two hours to complete this stupid English assignment, which actually means I've served my detention way more than i should have and I am extremely displeased.

Stomping right out of the detention room with my pass and assignment, I hung an unfriendly expression on my face. Slide the office door as hard as i could and walked in towards the satan's desk with big loud steps, expressing my unhappiness.

"Mr Do. Heres the assignment and the pass." I said, loud and clear. He stopped his work and took both the item, leaving the pass on his table as he flipped and scanned through my assignment. 

"Okay you can go now." Kyungsoo said as he stack my assignment on a sliding folder along with the others.

"What?" I asked feeling even more annoyed.

"Yes?" He sighed and asked.

"Aren't we going home together?" I said confidently because there was no other teacher except this workaholic in the office.

"YooJung, we're in school. Please keep that in mind." He reminded me sternly.

"There is literally nobody here!" I exclaimed.

"Still. We're in school and no we're not going home together because someone else might see us." Kyungsoo said as he looked at me with a 'like duh' face.

I rolled my eyes and ignored him, worst day ever.

First, I got a detention. Second, I found out that I am actually a freaking delusional person. Thirdly, I spent two damn hours in detention alone. Lastly, getting pissed off by an idiot.

Called a cab and went home by myself.

The first thing I did when i unlock my house door was to throw my bag onto the floor. Best feeling ever, after one ty day in school. I ped my skirt and left them on the ground in front of the door. 

Went for a long bath and came out with freshly washed hair that smells like peach, my favorite fruit.

"Ah!" I stretched my body as i went downstairs to the living room to watch some shows. Made myself comfortable with some bag of chips and a tub of icecream on the sofa. 

After a long day at work, Kyungsoo finally parked his car in the garage of the house. He fished out his key from the messenger bag he was carrying and slipped the key into the hole to unlock the door.

Twist the door knob and got ready to welcome himself back to the comforting home as he pushes the door.

However, instead of a clean and quiet home, he was welcomed with a school skirt lying on the ground in front of him, loud laughter coming from me who was watching weekly idol and bits of chips everywhere.

This time it was his turn to feel displeased. He walked towards the television switch and flipped the switch to completely shut off the television.

"Clean up." He ordered sternly while i looked at him with an unbelievable look on my face.

"Why did you just shut the TV off! And No!" I stood up and exclaimed as the feeling of unfairness boil inside me, "You're so freaking ridiculous. Why should I?"

"The bits of chips you left on the ground will attract all forms of pest and insect. Also your skirt, at least put them up in your room away if you don't want to wash it." He explained with a straight face but i could sense the tint of annoyance in his words, "You're not the only person living in this house."

"And you're not the only person living in this house too, you live your life and I live mine. Its in the freaking rule, control freak!" I yelled at him as he was being unreasonable.

"Clean up and do whatever you want as long as your activities don't interfere with mine." He remained calm and walked his way upstairs, leaving me chanting 'No' all the way until he reaches his room.

I plopped myself back onto the sofa and stared into space as i couldn't even bring my lazy to switch on the television again. My mind started wondering off to lalaland and before I realized that I was getting sleepy, I feel asleep on the enormous sofa.

Kyungsoo on the other hand finished showering and went downstairs to see me asleep on the sofa without cleaning my mess. He shook his head and headed to the kitchen to cook his specialty, Kimchi Spaghetti.

"YooJung ah, come and eat! I've cooked your favorite Kimchi Spaghetti." 

"Eomma?" I said while depicting the image of the past where my mother would cook me my favorite dish.

"Eomma!" I screamed and woke myself up, shocked.

Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead as i lifted my back off the sofa, scanning around the room to find Kyungsoo looking at me weirdly.

"What are you doing?" I asked Kyungsoo as i tried to calm myself down.

"Cooking dinner. You've not eaten right?" He said as added the sauce into the pan of goodness.

"Y-Yes.." I stuttered a little before i got up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen, "What are you cooking?"

The scent coming out from the kitchen was incredible, not to mention very familiar.

"Kimchi Spaghetti." Kyungsoo answered.

"Oh." I exclaimed as i excitedly prepped myself at the dining table, ready to enjoy the food once its done. 

Kyungsoo turned off the stove then served the spaghetti into two portion and brought it to the table, placing both plates on his side while i look at him with my brows furrowed, pouting.

"Wheres mine?" I asked, never leaving my sight off the spaghetti.

He glance at me in victory with a smirk, "Only if you clean up the mess you've made."

"Ugh! You're such a-" I exclaimed before forcing myself off the dining area, "Fine."

After a few minutes of cleaning, the living room went back to its original state and I dragged my tired body to the dining room to eat my dinner.

"Finally, I can eat right?" I glance at Kyungsoo before he grin and nod his head, sliding the plate towards me.

"Thank you for the food!" I exclaimed eagerly and twirl the noodles around my fork. 

Putting the food to where it belonged, I tasted instant heaven. The spaghetti was cooked just right, the sauce was spectacular and extremely familiar. I've tasted this before, it was the last meal that my mother had cooked for me before the accident.

Kyungsoo looked at me with his big doe eyes, waiting for my responds about his cooking, "How is it?".

However, I couldn't help but replay the memories of my mother because of the familiar taste. My eyes started welling up, I tried to held it in but i couldn't and I finally burst out crying, "Eomma!"

The latter then formed an 'O' with his mouth, shocked by my reaction. He was instantly speechless, not knowing how to react to my sudden outburst.

"Did the food tasted that bad? Or was I too harsh on her?" Kyungsoo thought as he panicked, not knowing what to do.

"Er- Erm did it taste that bad?" He asked cautiously, only causing me to cry even harder.

"Okay okay!! I am sorry!" He panicked and apologized as he tried to comfort me by taking away the plate from me. I stopped crying the moment he took away the plate from me.

"Don't steal my food! Give me back I am hungry." I glared at him and yelled as i started crying emotionally again, "Eomma!"

Confused, Kyungsoo returned me my plate and held back his hand with both is palms showing, carefully gesturing me to have my food. I stabbed the fork into the spaghetti and started gobbling down the food.

"You know- I really- h-hate- you so- much!" I said with my mouth full and tears rolling down my red cheeks, "Why- am- I being-being so emotional!"

"Is this what happens when you live with a high school girl who is going through puberty?" Kyungsoo thought as he gave out a dreadful sigh. He quietly watch me eat without touching his own food, making sure that i won't choke myself.

"Slowly." He said softly.

"You have no idea how delicious this was and you tried to take it away from me, you're really the meanest person alive." I said when the tears gradually stopped and I was evening out my breathing.

"Why were you crying then?" He asked as he push the tissue box towards me, "Wipe your face."

"Why should I tell you." I answered as i pulled out the tissues and pat my face to soak up the tears while sniffing, "Thanks."

"Will you cry again like this during tomorrow's dinner?" He cleared his throat and asked cautiously, trying to not trigger my tears out.

I gave him a shrug and I can already sense that he was dreading dinner.

"Living with a girl is so hard." Kyungsoo thought as he felt like he had already aged ten years. He at dealing with girls crying.

"Have you done your other homework?" He asked, trying to change the topic and lighten up the mood. 

"Can we not talk about school stuffs at home?" I rolled my eyes at him while i savor the last mouth full of spaghetti, "Where did you learn to cook this?"

"Still you have to do your homework if not you're gonna end up staying back everyday." He nagged as he started digging in his own plate, "I invented this."

I scoffed at him, "Ahjussi, you're such a liar. My mother knows how to cook this."

"Your mother must have read the recipe i posted online." He answered nonchalantly, "The thread was popular."

"No wonder it tasted so similar!" I exclaimed excitedly, "Can you teach me how to cook this?"

"Why should I teach you?" He raised his right brows and gave me a mischievous look, "Unless-"

"Unless what?" I eyed him back.

Somehow I've never seen this side of him before, he always look so dull and boring. The distance actually gave me an opportunity to take a good look at him. He had thick brows and a pair of really big dreamy brown eyes, I also noticed his thick heart shape lips and I was fascinated.

His usual gel up neat hair was also replaced by this soft looking freshly washed hair and it made him look even younger. He had deep double eyelid crease which made his eyes look big and innocent. His face looks flawless too, I couldn't even spot any pimple.

Is this really the Mr Do i know?

"Unless you say Please Mr Handsome Do." He grinned playfully.

Weirdly, my mouth open a little and there was this weird feeling in my tummy. 

I must be mad.

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