The Boy With The Sad Eyes

05.

"So you're telling me we got 20 more orders over night?!" Y/n shrieked nearly ripping out her hair. "Isn't this great?!" S/n exclaimed hugging her phone tightly. "Great?! You call this great?!" Y/n shouted in disbelief. Lately orders hadn't been coming in so often. So it was a surprise to Y/n who had just gotten one day's rest. To top it off she had to keep making outfits for Yut Lung constantly. It took away a lot of time. But he was her main client and she didn't exactly hate making him his outfits.

If Y/n was being honest, whenever she was with Yut Lung it was like her troubles went away. She loved spending time with him even if he was stubborn and bitchy all the time. Y/n always wondered why he was the way he was. After losing your mother and at the very hands of your own brothers, Y/n was sure you'd act compulsively. But another side to her told her that there was more to it. Something that only him and the people he lived with knew.

"Yes it's great! Then we'll get enough money to get out of here! Spending our days here with Yut Lung has been a real drag and besides you'll be able to get your own room and we could also have a pet and maybe we can take-" "Will you shut the fuck up and leave?" Y/n grumbled lightly pinching the bridge of her nose. "Huh? Were you even listening?" S/n whined. "No, now leave." Y/n replied turning to her slightly.

"Fine!" S/n huffed turning around and starting to walk out of the room. "Oh and do me a favor." Y/n quickly said walking up to her sister. Leaning into her sister's ear Y/n whispered, "Leave and don't comeback." "Huh?! You can't kick me out!" S/n yelled.

"What's the big deal?" A familiar voice asked approaching the door. "I heard an unhealthy amount of yelling coming from up here." The chauffeur explained placing his hand lightly on S/n's shoulder.

"Well I always hear an unhealthy amount of moaning and groaning everyday but you don't see me rushing to it now do you?" Y/n asked with her hands on her hips. She glared angrily at the chauffer who spoke, "We-" "I could be listening to music with my volume all the way up, and still hear you guys slapping." "Y/n-" "Wait what's that? Was it someone applauding?" Y/n questioned in sarcasm with a hand behind her ear pretending to listen to something.

Y/n closed her eyes and started laughing raising both her hands up, "No! Silly me! My sister was fucking again!" S/n stood there flabbergasted, sweating, and just a mess. She almost looked like a red crayon. The chauffeur cleared his throat despite being red in the face. After all, being mocked by a 15 year old isn't something you should look forward to.

"Y/n wants to kick me out." S/n quickly said. "Ah yes, ask your sugar daddy to solve all the problems for you." Y/n smiled sarcastically at them both. "Why do you want to kick her out?" The chauffer asked listening intently.

"All I wanted was for her to leave, and stay out of my ass- or you stay out of hers, for the rest of the day. I did get 20 orders today after all and would like to work in peace." Y/n explained rolling her eyes with her crossed arms. "Y/n something came in for you-" Yut Lung bumped into something on his way over to Y/n's room and did not like it one bit.

Yut Lung grabbed the side of his head and scowled when he looked up at his chauffer. "You brick wall get out of my way!" Yut Lung ordered. "I'm sorry young master." His chauffer apologized and stepped out of the way. Yut Lung rolled his eyes and walked into Y/n's room. Y/n's face immediately lit up as she saw him. "Do you remember the order who wanted a necklace to go with their dress?" Yut Lung asked setting a small rectangular box on Y/n's desk.

Y/n rolled up her sleeves to her elbows and replied "Yes, order number #138." Yut Lung pulled out a list of names and numbers searching for the person. "That is correct. Now to ship it. I made you a website where you can receive, send and reply to emails and people who were unsatisfied with their order." Yut Lung spoke sitting in Y/n's chair typing away at her computer.