⌞ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚜𝚒𝚡 : 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝙴𝙾 ⌝

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{Sung-Pyo^}

"N-no, I didn't" goosebumps started to form up and down my arms. My body was working against me. My body was shivering but my face was hot and the burning touch of Sung-Pyo didn't help. It's like he appeared out of nowhere. There was no sign of him anywhere when I entered his office and now, I'm a coward in front of him. Blushing and shivering from the meaningless contact that I'm receiving from him. Why am I like this? I couldn't help but cringe mentally at my behavior.

"By how red your face is, it seems like the complete opposite" he mumbled. It sounded like he was talking aloud but I of course could hear his smart-ass remark. I knew how I was embarrassing myself, but I didn't need him to point it out. "Move" I grunted while swatting his hands away from me. I took a few steps away from him with my back still towards him, too embarrassed to turn around and look at him. My head hung low, only focusing on the tips of my shoes and nothing else.

"You know there's a mirror in front of you right? I can still see you" he mockingly chuckled which only made me cringe more at my childish actions. "You don't need to be embarrassed, okay?" his voice was softer than before and less asshole-ish. I think this man has spilt personalities. "Did you bring me what I asked you to?" he voice sounded farther away. I looked up to see there was in fact a mirror in front of me the whole time, I watched him as he walked around his couch and leaned against his desk. I only hummed at his question barely moving an inch.

"Well don't just stand there, give it to me" he crossed his arms and looked me in my eyes through the mirror. I slowly walked over to his door to avoid any further eye contact, where I remembered clearly dropping my bag when I entered the office. I rummaged through my bag until my fingers grazed across a familiar folder. The one I picked specifically for Sung-Pyo's work so I wouldn't get it confused with my own and also, so it was easy to find. "Here" I walked towards him with the folder held out for him to easily grab which he did. He raised one eyebrow while he scanned over the work and walked around his desk and sat down.

"You can watch whatever you want on the T.V. The remote is on the table over there "He said lowly with lack of emotion without taking his attention off of his new task. Typical. But it was nice he had at least some hospitality manners.

"And why do I need to stay here while you do homework again?" I asked bitterly while placing my hands on my hips sassily.

"Just sit down Haylani" he deadpanned but this time he seemed more annoyed, so I didn't protest. I sat on his couch which was the most comfortable couch I ever came in contact with. I was sort of tired from the events that took place today, and this couch wasn't helping. I turned up the tv on some action anime that was playing, to keep me occupied while I waited for him to finish. Sung-Pyo is pretty smart so I figured he'd be done soon, and I could go home. I wasn't sure why he wanted me to stay while he did his work anyway, it's not like he needed my help. I didn't feel like going back and forth with him right now, so I just did as he said and made myself home in his comfy office. It was hard not to awe at all his belongings and then the realization hit that he is an heir to a billion-dollar company after all. I figured Ash and Ki knew this all along but didn't bother to tell me, it's really not their business to tell so I understand. Sung-Pyo wasn't cocky or ashamed about his inheritance so looking at him randomly on the street unless you knew him personally, you would never know. He's not the type to brag about it or anything, he barely even talks to people. It just amazes me how he was so calm about living like this and goes to a public school comfortably every day without any worries. Most rich kids go to private school or homeschool but Sung-Pyo was different.

"Aish!" I heard from behind me disturbing my thoughts, along with the rustle of papers and aggressive pen clicking. It was my turn to be an asshole today.

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