A story that surely will drive you crazy!
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Ideally, I would be nestled comfortably in my bed today, relishing the cool weather with a steaming cup of coffee, and taking a well-deserved beauty rest in anticipation of the new academic year commencing tomorrow. However, my incredibly bothersome cousin had a different agenda, insisting that I pick her up from the airport.
"That bitch is ruining my peaceful day," I grumbled under my breath.
"As if you have any beauty to rest," a voice whispered in my ear, the speaker standing behind me.
Caught off guard, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I whirled around, my face twisted in annoyance, only to see her sporting an innocent grin.
"You! You're as exasperating as ever, aren't you? You didn't even change a bit!" I snapped, reaching out to seize her by the ear.
She winced as I started to drag her through the busy airport, her cries of discomfort echoing amidst the crowd.
That's what you get lil bitch, I thought with a smirk.
"AW! AW! AW!" She yelped, sounding remarkably like a barking dog.
"What are you, a dog? Enough with that 'AW! AW! AW!' of yours," I mimicked her, raising my voice. "Did your professors teach you how to bark now?!" I didn't care if we were drawing attention from the surrounding crowd.
People really need to mind their own business, I thought, rolling my eyes.
"AW! It hurts! Let me go! It's just a fu---AWWWW! SHIT!" she cried out as I released her.
I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at her.
"Say the magic words," I demanded. She looked at me, confusion written all over her face.
Is she trying to provoke the dragon inside me?!
"SON. CHAEYOUNG. SAY. THE. MAGIC. WORDS!" I enunciated each word clearly.
"MAGIC WORDS," she responded, her innocent smile never leaving her face.
That was the last straw. I was about to grab her ear again when she quickly said, "Nayeonshi is pretty."
"Say it again," I instructed.
"NAYEONSHI IS PRETTY," she repeated, this time louder and emphasizing the last word. A satisfied smile began to form on my kissable lips.
"Okay, we're good now. Let's go!" I declared. She mumbled something under her breath, but I paid it no mind.
I strutted through the airport with the confidence of a runway model, turning the terminal into my personal catwalk. I needed to get home and resume my beauty rest.
