❝I can do whatever I want to do with you, after all, I pay you for this.❞ It was the proximity and his sudden desire to press his body in mine that caused malfunctioning in my brain.
I lifted my knee high above the floor to the place between his le...
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"Y/N, wake yo ass up-this can't be possible. Where's the original Y/N!?" A wild bear in the body of petite Yumi yelled as she broke into my room without knocking despite last night's lessons. The nonsensical reason being my lazy ass waking on time.
"Stop overreacting, bitch." I rolled my eyes at her exaggerated actions that approved her chances of starring in an overdramatic family show.
It would have been a flop show though.
Before I could ask her to get the fuck out of my room, her eyes bore into my figure shamelessly. It made me uncomfortably provide my body a cover with my hands whilst she moved towards me and asked: "You're not wearing this, are you?"
"Does it bother you?" I smiled at my beautiful reflection in the mirror kept parallelly behind Yumi. How can pairing ripped jeans with t-shirts ever go wrong?
"Well, it might bother your future husband a little." Yo people! Meet my personal fashion designer, Yumi. Note that her designing career is just as flop as her imaginary actress job. "You're not going to some concert, dress appropriately. Wait, I'll be back in a minute."
After a few minutes, she came back with neatly folded pair of jeans she loved. I was quick to recognize them as I recollected the memory where she said, "I would have married these jeans if only they were human". "Y-you are kidding, right? Didn't you once say I might rip them because of my lacking sense of sitting like humans?"
"I believe you have grown over days under my good influence. Also, I really want you to get this job, like, tolerating you for three months was enough torture for me." She paced forward with a subtle smile along her features that made her look more of a human. "T-take care of m-my jeans." She ugly cried and waved goodbye at the cloth while handing it to me.
15 minutes later...
"You look so beautiful, baby, jeans. You make her look kinda beautiful." That's what I expect my best friend to compliment me with rather than appreciating my gorgeous looks. I glanced down at my wristwatch which showed 1:45 pm. I needed to be fast if I didn't want to be late. I stuffed some toasts and gulped milk down my throat all at once.
"Bye and best of luck!" She cheered me and tossed her car keys to me. "Make sure you don't get late, though I know you will be late 'cause you're clumsy as fuck."
"T-thanks, Yumi." I stuttered perplexed at her changed behavior. Something is very wrong with Yumi today-maybe it's just that she wants me to get this job. I subtly smiled at the thought and took a step forward to hug her-
"Why are you smiling like a Halloween pumpkin? Get going, creepy ass." She pointed towards the door with raised brows.
Wasting no time in getting into the car and driving as fast as one could in the speed limit, I reached the café. I didn't want to be late at all after the little emotional moment with Yumi earlier. Hell, everyone knows I was, anyways.
