RIYOUNG POV

GRRR.! I'm annooyyed.

My back hurts and my fingers are all pruny and blistered from washing too much dishes. I've never really washed this much before since I'm usually by myself. I usually DON'T mind washing dishes. But I DO when the dishes I washed were used by people who just barged in my home, ransacked our pantry, and are too busy crapping themselves empty on MY bathroom to even help me.

I guess I have to burn our toilet soon. .

I roll my eyes. They were here to 'take care of me' they said. What a load of bullcrap. I'm literally fuming right now.

Ok, maybe I am being a bit too harsh. The food they ate were horrible. So maybe I should cut them some slack. I was lucky enough to not eat it.

Maybe I'm just too hot-blooded cuz of my half-present fever. .and the fact that I. .

just.

recieved.

a

freakin'

CONFESSION!!

from that darn Cap, who just left afterwards, like what he said to me was as casual as asking for the time. I don't even know if he was serious or not. Maybe he's just playing a joke on me or something. And that thing about 'letting go of the past'. What the hell does he know?? or. .is it possible that he knows about mine?. .

GAAAHH. 

Cap just confuses me.

*crack*

I look down, I saw a once perfectly good saucer crack in two between my hands. At first I was really irritated, but then I was shocked that i could even break a plate with my bare hands. Woa.. .I guess I have a hidden strength or something? Maybe something hulk-like that manifests when I'm irritated. 

I wince when I felt a sharp sting on my fingers. I immediately rinse my fingers. Once I cleared all the suds off my hands, I noticed blood seeping through my thumb and index finger in my left hand.

I examined it, it was pretty deep, and painful I might add.

But I'm too tired to go upstairs  to get the medicine kit and go back down to continue washing the dishes. So I guess I'll just take care of it later. For the mean time, I just cleared the wound of blood and continued washing.

Suddenly, a huffing and pale Changjo goes through the kitchen doors. It looks like he was just done with his apparently very vexing 'business' regarding expelling Cap made poison out of his body.

He supported his weight on the doorframe with his hand. Trying to regain his composure

"Yah. .the hell are you even washing dishes ?" he said harshly, in a 'i don't give a damn' tone. But I could tell that it was just an act. I mean I saw him happily eating a strawberry cake like a five year old. So that old gangster stuff won't work on me anymore.

I roll my eyes and flash him a knowing look. "If you wanna help, then just help."

His eyes momentarily widened. Then he made a face and clicked his tongue.

"Why would I??" he guffawed.

"Because you ate from these, so you have to help." I reply straightly.

Despite his supposedly unwilling face, he still moved beside me and grabbed an unwashed plate.

He  clicked his tongue and  sighed. 

"Fine. God Riyoung, you really shouldn't force people." he whined.

I rolled my eyes again. I didn't even force him in any way shape or form.

He just says things but ultimately does another.

This kid is just weird. Why pretend to be all snobbish and jack-assish? I reaaaally don't get it. if he likes girls and all that stupid crap, it's better if he stops acting like a douchebag. Because to me, any nice person, no matter how ugly that person is, is better than any 'bad boy' out there.

I look at him for a while and inwardly sigh. He was pretending that he hated what he was doing, but actually, he was doing a pretty good job.

Such a waste.

He notices me looking at him and immediately snaps his head towards me. He fakes a sour face.

"Why in the world are you staring like that?" he says harshly as he scrubs a glass clean.

I raise an eyebrow. "it's a free country, I can stare at anything, as much as I'd like."

He guffawed then looked away, but then when he thought of a comeback he turned to me. 

He smirked. "Heh. .well, then just look. I'm y, FREE and single." 

I paused for a bit to look at him. That joke just urked me. "Please tell me that you did not just say that." I said with a slight giggle.

 "haha. .come on, you know that those things are true." He said as 'seductively' as he could while wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.  

I rolled my eyes and guffawed.

"Well, they're almost true. Except the y part. You still have a body of a twelve year old, only taller" I teased. 

He gasped dramatically and pretended to get offended. "Yah!" he exclaimed as he raised one of his arms and flexed his muscles. Them arm muscles , were HUGE. But of course, I certainly won't tell him that. He looked at his arm than at me smugly. Obviously showing off. "Now, tell me again that I have a body of a twelve year old."

"You have a body of a twelve year old." I say monotonously.

He dropped his arm frustratedly and pouted. "Tsk."

You're no fun." he whined. Unconsciously sounding like a whining kid.

Hahahahah. . .Changjo is sooo fun to bully.

Then suddenly, when I was feeling so good about myself for easily beating Changjo in a verbal battle, I felt something cold on my nose. They were bubbles! I must've unconsciously touched my nose or something.

I looked at Changjo who was supressing his laugh.

"Yo Rudolf."

I tried to hide my embarrassment by immediately wiping my nose and wiping my soapy hand on his cheek.

He looked at me.

Uh-oh. .

I ran away from him but he was too fast, I felt soap already on my arm. I wriggled away from his grip and had my revenge by putting soap bubbles on his other cheek and then jumping away. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at his soap-filled face.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand and flashed me a smirk.

"heh. .this means WAR!" he said as he tried to get to me again. 

I went to one corner of the dining table, and he went to another. Every time I would move to one side, he would move to catch me. He managed to momentarily catch me and he used the opportunity to lather my hair in soap. Laughing maniacally.

GAAAAAAH!.

I struggled, but he was too strong. I couldn't let myself be defeated like this. So while he was messing up my hair, I tried my best to grab on to his chest to make his clothes all soapy. He immediately let go when he felt that he was already almost soaked. 

SUCCEEESS! 

hahahahahah

We ran around the kitchen like fools. I felt so childish. We WERE childish.

But I have to admit it was pretty fun.

We again exchanged soapy blows. By the time a few minutes passed, we were almost already covered in soap.

We sat on the floor. Soapy and exhausted.

"Truce?" He said, panting slightly

I smirked. "Truce." I replied. "Why the hell did we just do that?"

"Cuz it's fuun!" he said simply. "It's nice to NOT be so uptight all the time right?"

I rolled my eyes. " I am NOT uptight."

"Yes you a--" he cut off his words when he apparently spotted my now bleeding hand. Apparently, my wound opened up more due to the running around.

The floor had a small soap and blood puddle.

He looked at my hand wide-eyed.

He immediately inched towards me"Wh-wh-what happeeeeneedd??!" He said, almost panicking. "I-is it my fault? uwah! I'm sorry."

I lifted my hand and inspected it, it was bleeding a lot more now. But, not really anything serious. "Nah. .I just wounded it awhile ago." I say casually.

Changjo tsked pulled me to my feet, clasping my wounded arm in his. "Anyways, we need to get this treated. It's look at all that BLOOD!" he exclaimed.

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows at him. Dude, you get into fights. .and you're freakin' afraid of blood? 

Weirdo. .

I just let myself get dragged by him to the living room. Where most of Teentop was, still recuperating from what they just ate. The only one who wasn't there was Cap. Changjo and I came to them with Changjo screaming. 

"SHE'S BLEEEEEDIIIIINGG!!!"

Teentop jumped to their feet and looked at us in surprise. Yep, we must've looked surprise-worthy cuz we were 50% covered in soap bubbles and Changjo was also 50% panicking.

I took my hand away from him, and waved them off. "It's no big deal." But when I did, my blood splattered on the floor.

"Whoops."

Some of them screeched.

Gosh. .my wound is deeper than I thought. I could now feel the pain. And since my hands were soapy, the sting was twice as painful, but I didn't let it show.

"I'll get the first aid kit!" Ljoe said. 

Wait. .this is my house. Why do they know where the first aid kit is? -___- I don't even wanna know.

Everything was utter chaos, Changjo and Ricky were fussing over my bleeding hand. Dudes, relax, it doesn't have to get amputated or anything. Chunji was apparently going to get me a fresh change of clothes. And Ljoe was off getting the first aid kit.

But. .

hmm. .Where's Cap?

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A short chapter!. but I just haaad to get another chap out there before the weekend. =) even though it's short, I hope you still enjoyed it. =)

Also. .sorry for the uber weird title, I couldn't think of anything else