-Deserve?

you;

I didn't even got dressed again. I just walked through whole Seoul with my dress and high heels.

Abruptly I stopped at the translation office and stamped inside, seeing an older man sitting at the place Jaehyo would be sitting. "Is Woo Jiho working right now?"

"Jiho ah? Oh no, he will be marrying today! Of course I gave him these days off!" the man loudly laughed and I rolled my eyes yet bowed and left.

I called a cab and hastily checked my phone. One missed call, the same unknown number. Kyung called me again?

"Where to, Miss?" the cab driver asked and I smiled at him, stuffing my phone back into the clutch.

I told him my destination and it didn't take long for us to get to Jiho's house.

I pulled out some money I had in my purse in case I needed it and paid him.

"Have the rest!" I shouted and rang on Jiho's doorbell wildly after I sprinted up to his door.

When I didn't hear anything I stayed there for some time until I heard noises out of his house. I pressed my right ear firmly against the door and noticed that those noises came from a TV.

I looked around and started to walk his garage's way. You could walk around it and get to his garden easily.

Jiho's TV was and I knocked on his window because on the sofa lying was none other than Jiho himself.

He twirled around immediately and his eyes widened upon seeing me flailing my arms around. His window was open, so he started speaking right away. "Yeunja?"

"No, Godzilla! What the are you doing?!"

"Not marrying your sister, she's a ." he turned around again and I stunned my hands on my hips. Well, at least he knows...Wait!

"And then you just decide not to come?" I screamed and Jiho shrugged care freely. "I could care less. But hey, I'm a bastard, right?"

narrator;

"Are you serious? And you just-" you messed your hair and walked around Jiho's patio furiously.

Okay, I really didn't do a good job. I lied to Kyung and everybody else who asked me when I'd finally be done to leave. But I don't want to marry anybody. I don't want anybody, only Kang Yeunja. Jiho shook his head for himself and saw you leaving.

He jumped up insanely quick and opened the door to his patio. "Y-yah! Yeunja ah! Wait!"

But you were already on your way home, hearing Jiho screaming but decided to just let your tears fall and saunter back to your home, chapfallen about Jiho's oh-so sassy talking.

I guess he hates me. Better let him be, Yeunja.

You walked home and cried silently while curling up in your bed. Your perfect make-up was still on, your hair was beautifully curled and your gorgeous dress was still on your body. You didn't even bother putting off your high heels.

After another hour you decided to draw again. It had been a while you did it the last time. And since it always made you feel better, and you definitely wanted to feel better, you draw as many and much as possible.

You put on music, Verbal Jint's and Bumkey's Walking In The Rain while it also silently started to rain outside.

Many tears reached your eyes as you all at once started drawing Jiho's face onto a piece of paper clearly and when you were satisfied with it you it lovingly and sobbed. "I officially miss you, o-k-kay?"

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you;

Unlike me, Heesok wasn't crying, she just screamed around the house, wondering how a boy could leave her at her own wedding.

I should be happy about that fact, but I somehow wasn't, and no, it wasn't because I felt sorry for Heesok. I'd never. I was just not...in the mood.

She was throwing tantrums downstairs and I put the telephone outside onto a dresser because I wanted to take a nap, but Heesok came upstairs, snatching it right out of my hand.

"I know you're in a bad mood, don't let it out on me!" I shouted, but she ignored me and shut her door loudly. Two days have passed already and she was still nagging around how that could happen. In the morning even Heesok already started with "Am I that ugly? No, I don't think so!", "They're so many weddings on this planet and it had to happen to me?!" or "Is this karma?! If yes, I never did anything bad!".

I have to say, when she let out this statement, I erupted in laughter yet shut my mouth before Heesok could've killed me with her glare.

Well, back to the story. She was starting to talk on the phone with her best friend Yoonmi furiously, almost screaming at her, agreeing to what she probably stated.

After my nap she was still talking and I decided to pay Jonggyu a visit. Before that I wanted to put on my favorite ear studs but noticed they were still in the bathroom.

I went over there and looked around the whole bathroom, yet couldn't find them.

"Heesok." I muttered and walked outside. This girl had enough already, couldn't she buy herself some earrings at least?!

I was about to speak as I heard her chuckling loudly. "Yes, yes, she's gone. I don't like her anyways..."

Silence.

"Yeah..." she yawned soundly, "She doesn't fit to our family, she's not my father's type. I just told Yeunja she was the one...Yeah, I was nice to her. Of course, she believed m-"

"Are you kidding me?!" I screamed and opened her door aggressively. Heesok glanced over at me curtly yet with shocked eyes and casually, her TV. "Yoonmi? I'll be calling y-"

"Don't ignore me! I knew you were doodling over my drawings and yet you told me it was dad's girlfriend! Do you actually know how appa's suffering?!" I yelled from the bottom of my lungs and my father came running up the stairs. "Why is everybody screaming around again?!"

I turned around to face him. "That time when I told you Byungsoon drew over my sketches, remember? It was Heesok unnie!"

Father looked her way and frowned. "Yeunja, this can't be...which sketches again?"

I dragged him over into my room, pushing him over to my desk with my drawings and opened a drawer where I had stuffed all the damaged pieces of paper inside. "All of these! I knew it was Heesok but she made me believe it was Byungsoon! Now do you believe me that your oh-so sweet daughter isn't that sweet and innocent anymore?!"

My father held them in his hands and eyed every paper from top to bottom and shook his head. "Such...such drawings...and she just doodled them over?"

"It was Heesok, I just heard her talking to Yoonmi and she said it! She said it, appa! Really, I'm not saying this just because I want her to get into trouble!" I tugged on his arm, trying to make my father believe me and he called Heesok over angrily. "Yah, Heesok ah! Did you really do that?!"

"No, why should I?!" Heesok yelped and my father shook his head. "Yeunja just told me-"

"You believe her more than me?!"

"She's my daughter as well, young lady!" my father exhaled loudly and rubbed his temples. "Alright...I'll be talking to her."

He went over to her room again and closed the door, starting to speak loudly.

I just decided to leave my house now without my earrings on.

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"I'm home~" I sang through the house and heard the TV making some noises in the living room. After I put off my jacket and purse I walked over and saw my father sitting in front of our small table, my drawings in his hands.

I frowned confused and spoke up. "Appa? What are you doing?"

He turned around and smiled. "Oh, Yeunja ah...I'm looking at your drawings...you never told me you have such an amazing skill inside you. Why didn't I see this earlier?"

"I'm doing this for five years now...you've never been home, appa." I laughed but he just smacked his lips lightly. "Yeunja...I've thought of this for some time now. Well, the time where you were out until now. I have a free spot in a higher layer in the label. It's for designing. But clothing and such."

My eyes widened. He didn't tell me before! "And-and you wan-"

He nodded with a shrug. "Maybe you want to look inside this layer. It's in the fifty-fifth story, even higher than yours."

"I'd love to, to be honest." I beamed widely and he laid his arm around my shoulder, kissing my head. "You know I love you..."

I inhaled soundlessly and exhaled with a depressed sigh. My father took his arm back. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head, looking down. "Maybe...maybe I can tell you now. The times I throw up and sat in the bathroom or my room for hours was...after I lost my boyfriend."

"You had a boyfriend?! Why didn't I know it?!"

"Appa, you are rarely home." I chuckled and flipped my hair to my right side. "It was Woo Jiho, the one Heesok wanted to marry. I really mi-"

"Yeunja," he started to sound firm, "He's not good for you."

I blinked and faced him. "Why?! Because of his past?-"

"Exactly because of his past! People like him will never change! Good you're not dating anymore!" my father gasped and my mouth formed a silent 'O'. "Appa, but he is so kind and- wait...why did you allow Heesok to marry him then?"

He clicked his tongue and pressed his lips into a thin line. "You know...Maho Techniques and my label would...they would be working together and become bigger and better-"

"Alright." I nodded, "But I still love Jiho, although he did such things." I admitted right in front of my father.

"Wait, Yeunja ah! Will you still look at the design layer in K.G.?" he shouted as I was on the first step of the stairs.

"I think about it." I mumbled and left.

  AUTHOR NOTE;   yoooo guuuiseee, sorry. Hm,
how will the next update be?...........

I'm sick and tired of depressing chp, just saying.