Chapter 11
Your P.O.V
UGH! Why time passes so slowly when I wanted it to pass faster?! >o<
Still three more hours to go…
I stared at the grandfather clock hung on the wall.
Suddenly, my evil mind had an idea.
Heheh… Why don’t I just MAKE the time to go faster? >:D
I looked around me.
Good, no one’s here~
I stepped onto a chair, took down the clock and adjusted it two hours faster~
That way it won’t be too suspicious and I get to go back home faster. :DD
Suddenly, Mr. Hair-trouble passed by.
I immediately stepped down from the chair and continue doing my chores.
Phew… Close shave~ ^o^”””
“Huh? Only one hour left? (*sighs) Just when I was going to ask you to help me clean my wardrobe. Cobwebs must be growing in that old place… Annyeong, yeobo-seyo?” He murmured, then answered a call and went away.
YAY!! He didn’t notice!! >o<
Jonghyun’s x Reader’s P.O.V
Reader: OMG! He really didn’t notice?! O.O He was quite…erm…dense for a financial manager’s son…
Jonghyun: HEY! I heard that!! (*pouts, then knocks the Reader’s head) Of course I noticed! I wasn’t that stupid, was I? -.-
Reader: (*whines) Okay, okay!! >3< Not stupid~! I didn’t know that!! But why didn’t you say anything about it? You should have ignored that call to scold her! I mean, that’s what you would do, right? ._.
Jonghyun: Err… Yeah~ (*blushed) I… I… UGH! You don’t have to know anything!! Just continue reading!! >//<
Jonghyun’s P.O.V
Jeez, did she really think I didn’t notice that? -.-
Fine, just let her be happy for a while. It won’t last anyway~ >:D
Because… Ta-da~!!
The sunglasses she was fighting with Key this afternoon~
Now, let’s see her reaction after I set this lovely trap for her~ >:)
Your P.O.V
I kept my belongings and walked to the entrance to leave this mansion~
As I walked through the hall, something caught my attention.
THE SUNGLASSES THAT I LOVE ON THE FLOOR~ >o<
I walked up to the sunglasses sneakily.
Hmm… No one’s here? ._.
Heheh… >:D
So stupid of Key to drop it here…
Well, since it SHOULD be mine, I’ll just…
… take it~ >o<
“BAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
Something pounced on me and I fell onto the ground flat with the heavy figure on my back.
“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! OMG!!!!! YOU IDIOT!!!” I screamed at Mr. Hair-trouble.
UGH!!! HE SCARED MY HEART OUT!!! X(
“Scaaared? OMG, your expression was SO HILARIOUS!!” he said between his laughs, wheezing.
-.-…
“WHAT’S SO FUNNY, HUH, MR. HAIR-TROUBLE?! I BET YOUR’S WORSE IF I DID THAT TO YOU!! AND MIND YOU, CAN YOU GET OFF MY BACK AND LET ME GO LIKE A GENTLEMAN?!?!” I shrieked as I tried to hurl him in front.
He stood up, smoothened out his knee-length coat and pulled me up.
*Glares at him…
Mr. Hair-trouble picked up my glasses, then handed me the sunglasses with his head tilted up high.
“Here, take it. It’s yours~” he said.
O.O… What?
He rolled his eyes dramatically.
“I mean, I’ll give you this pair of sunglasses. Here~” Mr. Hair-trouble said like it was SO obvious. = =
Then, he slipped my hair behind my ears and put the sunglasses on for me.
O…kay…? ._.
“You can go now. Come here tomorrow at the same time, and don’t think of running anywhere~ I know where you are~” he said as his voice suddenly turning snobbish again.
Jeez, and I thought he was nice. = =
Think of an excuse to not be here… think of an excuse to not be here…
AHA!! :DD
“But even if I really want to go, I can’t.” I said, picking my words out carefully.
“And why is that so?” he asked skeptically.
“Transport. I’m not having a car yet until I’m 18. I’m 17 only.”
He thinks.
Oh please fall for that… >.<
“Hmm… Well, if that’s so-”
PLEAAAASE SAY I NO NEED TO COME TOMMORROW… PLEASE SAY-
“-I’ll arrange the transport for you. There will be a limo waiting in front of the school gate. My butler will personally serve you here.”
NOOO!!! x.x
I could almost see him smile evilly.
“Must I really really come? I mean, I could find someone else for you that REALLY wants to work and get money. I don’t want money from you at all. So-” I said halfway.
“And so I don’t care. You must come here. See you tomorrow and bye.”
*sobs… ToT
Is it my fate to be tortured by this guy with horrible sense of style?
I turned to leave when he clapped to get my attention.
What now? -.-
“And oh, don’t call me that name.” he added.
“What name?” I asked. -.-
“The name you usually call me, or rather, the name you used to address me?”
“Oh. That. Heheh.” ^^”””
“The name’s Kim Jonghyun. Or what you should call me, Master Kim.”
“Whatever, Mr. Hair-, I mean Master Kim.” I stressed on “Master Kim”. Ugh.
He smiled triumphantly.
“That’s better~ Now go home~ Bye now~”
I picked up my bags and ran towards the front door.
“Goodbye Miss Su Yeon~” John called.
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