Unripe Apple (feat. Ilhoon) - Hyuna (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spbs6z1WMV8)     ------------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:   A couple of days passed by since Daehyun had moved into the Choi Manor, and Monday soon rolled around.   Daehyun’s alarm clock went off as it beeped uncontrollably. Drowsily, his hand sloppily tried to hit the clock in an attempt to turn it off. He felt nothing but the smooth wood from the bedside table.   “Turn it off…” He found himself mumbling. A quiet slapping sound was heard, and as if by magic, the beeping disappeared.   Daehyun’s eyes shot open. *How did it…* His eyes rose up to see Hana in her pristine school uniform, looking smug. One hand rested on the alarm clock’s snooze button.   “Hana…” Daehyun sat up and rubbed his eyes in a low voice, “What are you doing here?”     Hana bit her tongue when she saw Daehyun sit up. His normally tidy brown hair was messy, making him look rugged. He wore a white tank top, showing off his nicely shaped arms.   His gaze almost burned into hers as Hana realized that he was waiting for an answer.   “…B…” She mumbled.   “B?” Daehyun cocked his head to one side in bewilderment. *Oh Lord.* Hana tried to restrain herself and casually looked away, “…Breakfast.”   “Oh.” He nodded and slipped off the blanket, “I’ll be down in a second.”   Although he had been living with Hana for about two days, Hana still couldn’t believe her luck. Hayoung no longer resided at her house, her dad left for another business trip (this time in Hawaii) yesterday, and of course, she got to see Daehyun’s face 24/7.   However, she still wasn’t used to it, and Kang Hana didn’t usually like taking precautions, especially around a guy she liked.   …A boy by the name of Jung Daehyun.   Daehyun blinked inquiringly at the hand in front of him. Hana just looked away as her hand continued to stay there.   “Um…?” He tried to question.   Hana shook her hand, “Go on, take it.” *And hurry up and turn back to the shy, nerdy Daehyun.* She joked in her head.   Daehyun was still wary. Hana made a point to roll her eyes and she impulsively grabbed his hand, pulling him up into a full stand.   Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away as soon as he got up. Daehyun scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “Thanks…”   Hana grinned. *And the dork is back.* She smirked at him.   “What?” Daehyun grew uneasy by her mischievous smile.   “Nothing,” Hana chuckled and headed to the door to give him some privacy. At the last minute, she glanced back over her shoulder, “Oh, and Daehyun?”   “Yeah?” He still looked confused.   Hana almost let out a snort and pointed downwards, “You might want to put on some pants.”   “What?” Daehyun looked down and saw his own boxers staring back at him. Instinctively, his face turned into a tomato as he scrambled back under his covers.   Hana smirked, “Please try to remember that there’s a woman in the house.” With that, she left the room.   “Ugh!” Daehyun stuffed his face in his pillow in mortification after she was gone.   Yep. Today was a great start of the week so far.   …Not.   -------------------------   “Good morning, Daehyun dolunim.” The maids greeted as he passed by in his white blazer, pants, black vest, and blue tie.   Daehyun awkwardly bowed back. He still wasn’t used to the idea of being called ‘young master’. He was just living at the mansion, after all, without a dime in his bank account.   Hana had told the maids that he was to be addressed as such on the day that he had moved in. No matter how much Daehyun had told them to stop, they continued to follow Hana’s orders.   “Hey, hyung.” Zelo dusted off the crumbs from his face and grabbed his skateboard, “I’m off.”   “Junhong, you’re not going in the limo today?” Hana questioned as she sipped her glass of orange juice.   Zelo shook his head