Sunhee's POV 

“Why was the old man acting so strange today?” I sat on my bed, legs crossed and dressed in comfortable sweats, as I thought about the events the had occurred earlier at Yunho's office.

“Yo! Ahjussi!” I hollered when the elevator door opened and revealed Yunho. I walked into the elevator and grabbed his hand, forming it into a fist before bumping it with my own. I then thumped my owned chest a few times and threw out piece signs here and there. After my little greeting, I proceeded to ask him a question, acting as if I didn't just commit that 'ganster' act earlier. “So how was the rest of your weekend?”

Yunho stared at me as if I had just grown three heads and was now drooling all over the place. He shook his head and turned away from me, thinking that it would be better not to question my sanity and just answer my question. “My weekend was fine.” He tonelessly muttered.

“How was the little kitty?” I asked,

“Good.” Yunho curtly answered.

“Ahjussi, I know what I want to name the kitty.” I told him as the both of us exited the elevator. Yunho looked down at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. “Bambi.” I continued. “I want to name it Bambi.”

He nodded his head in approval, “Okay.” We were now standing in front of his office door, Yunho holding open the door, waiting for me. “Well aren't you going in?” He asked when I made no movement.

“Uh yeah.” I mumbled. “Thanks old man.”

Opening the door for someone isn't weird at all but when it comes from a guy like Yunho, it was just plain bizarre. Maybe if it's with someone else then okay, yeah whatever but I didn't expect for him to open the door for me. The man's a grumpy goose for goodness sakes. He usually walks in first then leaves the door open wide open for me to walk in after. I sighed and twirled my hair around my fingers. That event was only the beginning of the strange ways Yunho was acting all day.

“Go buy me coffee.” Yunho demanded from his desk without even removing his eyes from his paperwork. I sighed and got up from my seat, fixing my pants and straightening my coat. “Alright.” I walked over to his desk and held my hand out. “Money.” Yunho clicked his tongue in annoyance and grabbed his wallet from his jacket. He rummaged through his wallet before handing me a 50 dollar bill. I stared at the big bill and gave him an incredulous look, “Ahjussi, don't you have any smaller bills? I don't need 50 dollars to buy you coffee.”
“Buy yourself something too then.” He snapped.
“Wha-”
“Go!”

He was being his usual demanding self but being generous enough to let me buy something with his money? His tone was harsh and rude like he usually was to me but he never just lets me buy things. “At least I got a candy bar from it.” I said to myself as I thought about the memories.

“Ah!” I yelped at the now stinging pain on my forefinger.

“What happened now?” Yunho asked with a very little, barely noticeable worried tone to his voice.

“I got a paper cut.” I whimpered, showing Yunho my injured finger with a pout on my face.

“Another one?” Yunho asked in disbelief. “What is this, the third one today?”

“No!” I defended. “It's only my second paper cut.”

He shook his head and held out his hand. “Give it here.” He said, referring to my finge