They're all going home now, while me? I'll stay and pay for the crime I haven't even committed! That smirking evil should be the one doing this! Sigh. What choice do I have? He'll involve my sister if I tell the professor the truth. Grrrr.. That evil smirking... But since he saved me earlier, I'll let this go for now.

Oh, come on! Don't be stupid! You know he really didn't mean to save you! He was just trying to annoy you. Well, what a lousy timing he has. Too bad he just kept you from breaking down. He could have been too close to having the satisfaction he wanted-- to see me cry.

I was really about to lose myself if he hadn't thrown a notebook in my head.

But...what if he wasn't annoying me? What if...he was really saving me?

"Enjoy cleaning the room, ugly! That should remind you that doodling is bad. Tsk3. You really shouldn't doodle on your desk again, you know." he smirked and left.

What were you saying earlier, Jewel? Maybe he wasn't annoying you? Perhaps he was trying to save you? Huh! Think again. That bastard is a self-centered creature! He only thinks of himself and no one else.

"Urgh! You're the worst guy I've ever met!!!" I shouted as he left.

"I heard that! Guess what, you're the ugliest person I've ever met!" he shouted from outside the room.

Omo,omo,omo!What did he just say? Me? The ugliest person he ever met? I may not be as pretty as those artists seen on TV, but I'm not ugly! What does he think of himself anyway? Hasn't he caught his reflection in the mirror?!

I wouldn't be finished cleaning if I pointed out all his negatives. It could be better to express my anger on him through cleaning. That's a good idea.

(JIHYUN'S POV)

Jewel unnie informed me on the phone that she'll dismiss late because she was asked by his professor to clean their room. Maybe she needs help. So I decided to go to her room.

I saw my sister sweeping the floor harshly like it just did something to offend her, and now she's punishing it.

She looks mad... *giggles*

I want to punch the person who made her mad, but my joy overshadows my urge to hit the person.

I seldom see her mad, or the most appropriate word is 'never.' She never let her emotions rule her. She always keeps that smile on her face. She buries what she really feels deeply by smiling. I hate that fake smile of hers.

I know about that fake smile, but I don't show her I do. I know she's only doing it for me to not worry, but it made me worry even more. She is not expressing what she truly feels.

But now, the total opposite! Every single cell in her body shows that she's mad. Really mad and annoyed. I wonder who made her feel that way. I should thank that person. Lol. What kind of sister am I? Thanking the person who made my sister mad.

Seriously, no one can make her feel anything while we're in London, where we stayed after we left Korea.

That person must really be something. Not even our sadist aunt could make her express what she really feels. Even if she's hurting from all the slaps, kicks, and bruises she received from that evil aunt, she wouldn't cry, shout, or be mad. She just stays emotionless. And it hurts me to see her like that.

I am now standing only a few feet away from her, but she still hasn't noticed me yet. She really seemed lost in thought.

Hmmmm...What should I do? Aha!

"HYE SONN UNNIE(sister)~!!!" I waved cheerfully at her.

She turned sideways and around to know who said it. She looked panicked but started to relax when she saw me.

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?!"

"Yep! Yep! I agreed because we were in London back then. But now that we're back in Korea, I'd like to call you by your Korean name. And that's your real name, unnie!! Don't you think? "I asked hopefully.

"No, you don't," she warned.

I pouted. "Please...I want to call you Hye Sonn Unnie. It's cute. Please.." I used my puppy eyes against her. I always get what I want when I use these eyes, but not in this situation.

Please let me win this time.

She's thinking. She may finally agree.

"NO!" she said firmly.

Sigh. Failed again. I pouted. This is the one thing she won't allow me to do. Well, not having friends included. That makes it two things.

She never allowed me to call her by her Korean name ever again since we left Korea. But I won't give up! I'll make you agree one day. I'll be calling you Hye Sonn unnie again one day. I swear. Jihyun, fighting!

"How about calling me Jihyun again?" I pushed.

I still had that determined look when she looked at me.

"Why don't you stay in the library while I clean Jihyun?"

A wide smile stretched on my face, and I squeezed her into a hug. "Sure you don't need help?"

"Yep!" she said proudly. "This task is easy." she shrugged her shoulder.

"Okie. Just call me when you're done."

"Sure. Sure. Bye." she pushed me towards the door and waved me goodbye.

I was already on the stairs leading to the library when I realized something.

Come to think of it, she shooed me away coz she didn't want me to be tired of helping her clean. She spoils me too much.

Hmm..now, what book should I read?

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(JEWEL'S POV)

"Done at last!" I stretched my arms up wide while walking out of the room. That was really tiring.

I was about to call Jihyun--yes, it's Jihyun again, as she made herself clear that since we're in Korea, I might as well call her by that name again--when I saw someone in the hallway. I don't know who it is because there was no light on the place where the person stood. But judging by the features of the body, it was a guy. He was talking to someone on the phone.

"Yeah........Okay..........Bye." I heard him sigh in defeat.

He sounds sad that I just wanted to talk to him and comfort whoever that guy is. I don't know if it's such a good idea to approach him, but I decided to do so.

I walked nearer, and as I got a clearer view of who it was, I gasped.

Key?? I mean...the evil smirking guy?? Why did I call him by his name anyway? Eeww...

I was about to leave him alone and turn in another direction when I saw a glimpse of his face. His eyes were very sad, and his lips were curved down into a frown. And his shoulders are down. I wonder what's wrong. Was he like that because of the person he was talking to on the phone earlier?

As I was on my way to him, he glanced in my direction and saw me.

He was shocked at first, but suddenly, he made a face.

Huh??????? What was that for???

"Great way to totally ruin my day." he scowled at me. "Done cleaning your mess ugly?"

What?! You......!! I can't believe I almost wanted to comfort him just a while ago when I saw his sad face.

Now, all I could see is his evil, ugly face.

"It's your mess, remember?" I snapped back, but he just chuckled. Damn. I need to get back at him. "You're alone."

"Big deal." he raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't stupid!"

Grrrrrr...

"So your friends finally left you and realized you're just a pain in the ass? Ohhhh...I'm so happy for them." I said dramatically.

He froze, then frowned. Then he looks as if he is thinking. Then smirked.

"So, I was wondering.......how's your sister?"

My breathing stopped for a while.

"I said leave her out of this." I grudged.

"Don't worry. I'll keep my word as long as you keep yours." he patted my head. I yanked his hand and gave him a touch-her-and-I'll-really-kill-you look.

He was shocked at my action, but then he started to laugh.

"What's funny?"

"You're mad." he laughed hysterically. He was already touching his stomach.

Is it that funny watching me mad?

"What's funny about me being mad, stupid?!" I snapped.

He looked at me as if I was joking, then started laughing again.

"I never knew you were that slow. Ugly and slow? Terrible combination." he shook his head. I glared at him.

"What?!" he was really enjoying seeing me like this.

"Don't you know, when you get mad, you'll feel like everything inside you is blowing up, then without realizing it, you're already crying with rage? And that's what I want to see ba..by" he winked. "hahaha..And your.. hahaha..face looks really..hahaha..funny when you're mad." he said between his laughs.

"YAAA!!"

I'm really annoyed now!

He glanced at me. His laugh trailed off.

"Why. You look so annoyed. What happened to your happy mask? Not in the mood for pretending?" he quoted in the air.

"You were right. I should express what I truly feel. What's the use of pretending to smile and like you when every fiber in my body shouts how much I hate you?"

He was speechless for a second.

"Woah! I never knew you had that in you." he laughed lightly. "Are you mad now?"

WHAT??? Did he just ask if I'm mad? NO! I'm not mad! I'm happy! Very happy! Stupid! See?? Ghad! This man's a total joke!

I glared at him. I gave him the darkest glare I could ever give.

There, he laughed again. Sheez. He sounded so feminine.

Omo. IS HE GAY??

Without thinking, I blurted out the words in my mind.

"Geez. Are you gay?"

He stopped laughing. His head was still up in the air, then slowly, his head went back in place and glared at me. Gulp. Uh-oh. The moment his deadly eyes met mine, why did I suddenly have this feeling that I just entered a death zone?

"What.did.you.just.say?!" he asked darkly at me.

I gulped. I thought of the safest words to say, but my anger overpowered me.

"You act gay! You look gay! You talk like a gay, and you laugh like a gay! Man, YOU'RE GAY!" I chuckled.

He's freakin' annoyed right now! Lol. Serves you right.

He took a deep breath. I sure reached his limit. He-heh.

"I'M...NOT..GAY...BITCH!"

Ohhh really....?

I'm enjoying this. Now, I understand why he kept laughing a while ago when he saw me mad. This is just priceless!

"Yes, you are." I teased him even more.

"NO, I'M NOT!"

"Yes."

"No"

"Yes"

"I said, NO!"

"Chill. Alright. Sure thing. You said so." I just shrugged.

I started walking away from him while singing you are gay... you are gay... you are gay.

I made 3 steps when someone grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"Stop that bitch! I said I'm not gay!"

Judging by his looks, I am supposed to be scared, nervous, and run for my life right now. His eyes were fierce. He was surrounded by a dark aura. His eyebrows are already connected to each other. You can't distinguish which is which.

But seriously, how can I be afraid? He looks so funny! I'm really enjoying seeing him like this!

I smiled widely and extended my hand to him as if asking for something.

"Got proof?" I dared him.

But I know he can't show any proof. Like really? How can you give a proof that you're not gay? Nothing, right? So, I just continue talking.

"No? Ohhh..Then, I have no choice but to believe that....YOUR GAY!!hahahahaha!!!"

His grip on my arm tightened, but I ignored it coz I was really having fun. I just kept on laughing.

"Want proof?" I heard him say as he smirked.

Oh, come on! What proof can you.......................... O_O !!

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A/N:

Uhhh. I hope you're enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing it.

I hope you guys will keep reading until the end! Thanks!^^