I sat at my table, and here comes the troublemaker, Kim Sung dae, whose smile makes me feel strange. I mean, why is he suddenly offering a scary smile?
He sat down at his table and asked, "What were you doing with Nam Ji-Sung in the cantine?"
"How do you know?"I questioned him.
"I asked you a question you're asking me a question?" His tone gave me bad guy vibes.
"Why should I respond to your questions?"Are you my father?or perhaps someone I know?no,right? So no more debates about "yeah, bad boy needs a girl who talks bad to him, I am just so good at everything."
He didn't say anything and remained silent throughout the day.
I was strolling down the lane towards my house when I heard a familiar voice.
I heard the same bike's sound and recognised it; I was irritated because he continued horning behind me.
"What are you trying to do,huh?" I asked as I turned around. I inquired irritably.
"You're walking in front of me, this alley is small, you have to step aside to let the biker pass,but,look at someone as stubborn as you, who isn't even moving a millimetre from the centre of the road," he says again.
But I'm not going down without a battle; I had to fight him.
"Why do you keep coming here in the alley when you know it's too narrow for a biker?""I had no idea you were so stupid." I felt so good after telling him that.
"Do you think I'm the one who wants to come here almost every day? My mother's friend lives nearby, and this is the only way to get there, so what do you expect me to do?" Should I take the plane? Because Park Ji-su won't let me ride here," how does he manage to say so much in one breath? Is he a k-pop celebrity or a rapper?
I didn't have anything to say, so I just proceeded towards my house, ignoring the man next to me.
I opened my front door to see an aunt I'd never seen before seated there.
"Haha, you're as funny as ever," I overheard laughing and joking.
"And you look pretty as always,look at those eyes,young,and attractive"My mother complimented her as well.
I was irritated because I could hear them because they were so loud.
"Is that your daughter?" she asked.
"Yes, she is my beautiful daughter, Park Ji-su," mom replies, and I wonder why she is always complimenting my beauty; being pretty is exhausting
When I heard the squeaking voice, I moved towards the door, thinking it was my brother, but....
"Mom"
'No, not him again,' I thought.
"My son, please come here," aunt pleaded.
"Good evening, Aunt," he remarked as he approached my mother.
"What are you doing here?" I inquired, fully oblivious to the fact that our mothers were still standing close.
"What do you mean?" he asked cynically.
"Do you two know each other?" His mother was curious.
"Oh, what are you asking?""Look at their uniforms, they're obviously from the same school," my mother said.
"Not only are we in the same school, aunt, but we're also in the same class, and we sit next to each other," he added, gazing at me, and I don't know why, but I felt incredible when he said "we sit next to each other."
"Oh, really?"Then you should both support each other, and Ji-su, will you please look after my son for me because he is so mischievous that I can't handle him alone?" She begged.
"Sure, aunt," I replied.
"How did you get here?" "Do you ride your bike anymore?" She was curious.
"No, Mom, I stopped it a long time ago," he said.
"No aunt, he's lying, I met him before, and even at school he comes on his bike on a daily basis," it's my chance to get his mother yelled at.
"What?""Do you ever listen to me?" But when she said that, I detected tears in her eyes.
'Did I make a mistake by telling the truth?' I was perplexed.
"I'm going back home, Mom," he said, "see you there," and then he walked away.
Aunt too departed after 10 minutes, and all I could think about was her crying and Him departing so abruptly; I should not have said anything in the first place, and I feel terrible even though I don't know what I did.
Then I fell asleep, with all my thoughts racing through my mind.
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