Arrange Marriage with my Enemy

Chapter 3

Hyoyeon's POV:

I woke up and yawned. I heard two woman's voices downstairs. I sighed and rubbed my eyes because the sun.

Then I heard my Omma calling my name. I groaned and got up. I put my hair into a messy bun and kept my loose t shirt along with my short shorts.

I went downstairs and my Omma came to me. She hugged me and I hugged her back. She also had a bright smile on her face.

"Hyoyeon-ah! Remember the Kim's? Our neighbors from our last neighborhood?" She asked and I nodded giving her a weird look.

"Yeah, why?" I asked and she pulled my hands to the lady. I smiled and the lady hugged me tightly.

"My HyoBear! You've grown so much!" Mrs. Kim said. I nodded and hugged her back.

"Omma, why am I here?" I heard a guy's voice say. She broke the hug and I looked at the door. My eyes widened.

"What is he doing here?" I asked my Omma and Mrs. Kim. They both smiled at each other.

"Don't be too delusional. I'm here for my headphones." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"I told you I didn't needed them but you gave them to me." I said and he smirked.

"If you walked out there with all your stuff, you could've gotten kidnapped and get your things stolen. So that's why I helped you and let you borrow them. Now, give them to me." He said.

I sighed and went upstairs. I took them and gave them to him. Our Omma's were squealing like fan girls over our argument. We both glared at each other.

"Aren't they just adorable?" Mrs. Kim said. We both looked at them and sighed.

"Jongin-ah. Come and sit here. I'll make you a drink." My Omma said to him. He gave her a gentle, warm smile and sat down at the couch. I rolled my eyes and sat at the table by his Omma.

My Omma made him orange juice and gave it to him. He smiled at her and she came to he table. I was just looking out the window.

I looked at my Omma and she smirked at me. I gave her a confusing look. I followed her eyes and they were directly at my chest. This isn't gonna go well.

"Hyo-ah, you aren't wearing any bra?" She asked me, causing my eyes to widen.

"Omma!" I said covering my chest. She chuckled and scooted her chair to mine.

"So Jongin, are you more of a boobs or butt man?" My Omma asked and I looked at her shocked.

"Depends on size." He said and I looked at him. He smirked at me. I glared at him. Then I feel my Omma pulling my shirt up. I quickly start putting it down.

"Come one, Hyo-ah. Let Jongin see!" She said and then his Omma started helping my Omma. I was having a fight with those two.

Kai's POV:

She's so cute. She was hitting their hands. Wait! What'd I just say?! No she's not cute, Kai! She's your enemy! I don't care. I helped her out.

"I've touched them. Isn't that better?" I said and they all looked at me shocked. She glared at me.

"What you say?" My Omma said and I was about to repeat it but Hyoyeon interrupted me.

"Kai? Can I talk to you upstairs?" She asked me, glaring at me. I nodded and she grabbed my hand.

We went inside her room and I went straight to her CD collection. I was looking back at them. Well, not really.

"Can you please stop doing that?" She asked me. I looked back at her while holding one of the CDs she has.