A story that surely will drive you crazy!
• Please be aware that some of the characters in the story are purely products of my imagination.
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(Conversation in progress...)
Me: Hello, Dad.
Dad: When can I expect you back home, Sooya?
Me: I'll be home next week, Dad. We're just tying up some loose ends here. We want to make sure everything is in order before we leave.
Dad: Understood. Please let me know your exact arrival date as soon as you can, Sooya.
Me: Copy that sir!
Dad:(Laughs) By the way, where are the squad?
Me: They're here, Dad. They're just busy wrapping up their own tasks.
Dad: Alright, I'll let you go now. Looking forward to seeing you all soon!
Me: We're excited to see you too, Dad! Bye.
(Call ends)
As soon as the call ended, I dove back into my work. Suddenly, my room door swung open.
"Hey there! Your coffee has arrived, Jisoo Turtle Rabbit Kim!" My lifelong best friend, who also happens to be a part of our close-knit group, announced with a playful tone, attempting, albeit unsuccessfully, to mimic the demeanor of a personal assistant.
"You took so long to get coffee from a shop that's practically next door, didn't you? What did you do? Grow the beans yourself?" I sarcastically remark.
"Alright, alright. How about a 'thank you' first? No grumbling, especially when you're getting your coffee on the house! It's not like I made you wait a century!" she shot back, giving me a playful glare.
"Aw, my dear Jeongyeon, you do care for me, don't you? Or is it just the free labor you enjoy?" I said, reaching out to hug her.
"YAH! JISOO TURTLE RABBIT KIM, DON'T YOU DARE HUG ME! You smell like you've been wrestling with a garbage truck!" she shrieked, making a face of disgust.
THE A.U.D.A.C.I.T.Y!
"WHAT? I just showered half an hour ago, you nincompoop!" I retorted.
Yes, we were having a shouting match despite being just two meters apart.
"But why do you smell like you've been wrestling with a garbage truck?" She asked, covering her nose.
"Maybe it's your breath that smells like a garbage truck, idi-" I was cut off.
