~ILOVEYOU'KwonJi<3

**Dealingwith-''KwonJiyong''- <3**

“Your first day of independence isn’t even over yet and you’re already giving up?” Dara, or Darong as what I endearingly call her, punctuated her question with a high pitched tone leaving a faint ringing in my ears.

I winced slightly and distanced the receiver a little from my ear to salvage my hearing abilities, “I realized daddy was right. There is possibly no way I can live on my own. I think I’m going back home tomorrow” I heavily sighed as I placed the groceries I just bought in the boot of my car.

“Disgusting” she hissed in a mocking tone. “Apart from Dadoong’s poop trail, quitters disgust me. You’re already twenty-two Chaerin. You’re old enough – well you should be old enough – to manage”

 I scrunched my nose having been associated to her brother’s cat’s excrement. “Well thanks for that, friend” I added a notable weight of sarcasm to my tone. “It’s just that, I didn’t know being independent entails a whole lot of pain. Physical pain, that is. I’m not even done unpacking my stuff yet and I already have this excruciating pain in my back. Even with Bom’s help, I couldn’t finish it” I complained as I raised my free hand to express my surrender.

“Unpacking is the hardest bit, but it’s not like you’re going to unpack for the rest of your stay in your apartment. I swear, after the whole decorating and unpacking shit, everything will start going smoothly” she assured. “Then we’re going to throw a housewarming party. I volunteer to invite the guests!”

“Is that why you don’t want me to go back to my parents’ house? So you can organize a housewarming party?” I raised my brow as I discovered her real intention.

“Psh! Of course not! How can you think that?” she exclaimed. I only smirked in disbelief. “I want you to learn the way of life at an early age. ‘Cause when I was your age, I was still living with my parents, shamelessly smooching off their money. So now look, without Youngbae, I don’t think I will be able to manage living alone. I don’t want you to do the same mistakes I did, Baby Rin” she reasoned pulling her infamous motherly tone. She tends to do that when she throws ‘golden nuggets of wisdom’ in her words. At the young age of twenty-eight, she sometimes acts as if she was already the same age as Confucius.

“…I don’t want you to make the same mistake” she repeated in a breathy tone, probably to add more emphasis and drama.

“Whatever you say” I mumbled monotonously as I shut the boot close. “Anyway, I’ll call you later so not to interrupt your alone time with your Bae-by”

“Yeah, I was going to say you’re quite a distraction…” she trailed off. I furrowed my brows remaining silent.

She quickly followed her statement with a chuckle, “I was just kidding! You know I love you, right? But Youngbae is starving already. We need to head off soon. Text me if you have problems or questions like how to put up a picture frame on the wall or something”

“I’m not that daft” I grimaced. Wait. You use a nail and a hammer right? Or was there a quicker alternative? Whatever. I wasn't going to risk my pride and ask her. I can always go on Google for my inquiries.

“I was just teasing you! Don’t be mad! Anyway, I really need to go. Don’t hesitate to text me about anything and everything, my love. Bye!” she bid goodbye enthusiastically.

“Bye! Enjoy your date.” I then hung up.