The fact that today is Saturday made me terribly happy. Not because I don't need to study. I just can avoid meeting Chanyeol in the morning. And also with parents. When I woke up, the house was quiet. Two hours later, the housekeeper will come - Mrs. Risae - a lovely woman about forty. There are many things to talk to her about, and I decided to ask her for advice about Chanyeol.
Funny. If mom finds out, I will be in trouble.
I grudgingly got up, took a shower, and planned the day in my mind. I have to go to the studio today, and by six, I have to be at home because we are going to Jongin's family for dinner at eight. I call these evenings social receptions. Although, compared to other houses we visit, Jongin's atmosphere is much easier. His parents are pleasant, endearing people. And they never forced Jongin to do what they wanted. Therefore, in their home, a blind hope always settles in me that I have the right to choose. I'm even somehow glad to have dinner with them today.
While cleaning the room, putting books and clothes in their places, I got a new message. I don't need to be a psychic to know who sent me an SMS. I'm not even surprised: we haven't seen each other today, of course, he'll get me on the phone.
11:43
Wear your most beautiful dress, thorn.
I had no idea what it was for. At first, it seemed that Chanyeol confused the number, but I don't think that he calls everyone "thorn." The message's meaning didn't reach me even after an hour, when I opened it again and reread it for the devil knows what time. What did he mean by this? Why did I need to wear the best dress? Was he going to the studio? I decide not to fixate on this. Maybe he was just drunk?
Soon, Mrs. Risae came, and I felt better. Having finally woken up, I began to approach the question smoothly. She immediately realized that I wanted to ask something and began to push me to the question. And I asked.
"Mrs. Risae, if some guy is very persistent, how would you behave?"
She continued ironing, but at the same time, the expression on her face changed: she was wondering why I suddenly had such questions for her. She's like my grandma; she doesn't need much: tell something a little, and she will immediately interpret it in her way and just try to convince her.
"Is a boy wooing on you?" she smiled slyly, and completely charming wrinkles formed around her eyes.
"Not really," I shrugged, embarrassed. "It's hard to call it that."
In the end, I gave up and just retold the events of the last days to her. Mrs. Risae was listening attentively and didn't interrupt me. But I could see how she was enjoying something. In this, she again was looking like my grandma.
"Maybe I should change the number? Let him know that I'm not going to continue talking with him?"
"Well, why so immediately?" she was surprised. "This is at least unpolitely, dear. This boy walked you home twice! I know his assertiveness is scary, but trust me - he knows exactly how to achieve a girl."
"Come on," I grinned, "should I be afraid of him, then?"
"Miss Ji, you say the other guys fell behind when you turned them down the second time. And Chanyeol has no intention of backing down. Even if you change the number, people like him will go over the head."
"Jongin says he's good. And as for me - so arrogant. Mom calls these dubious."
"Your mother shouldn't know about him," Mrs. Risae sighed. She has witnessed my lovely conversations with my mother more than once. "My advice to you, Miss Ji: play by his rules."
