Dara tried to grab Tam Tam from the hands of the stranger, but he raised his arms, dangling the stuff toy away from her reach. She jumped and jumped but she still couldn't reach it.
"Give Tam Tamie back!" Dara demanded furiously. She was so frustrated and pissed off, so she tried to charge at him, but he stopped her by placing his palm on the girl's forehead and effortlessly pushed her. Dara looked like a child as the guy's hand was still pushing her head away from him while she was flailing her arms in a useless attempt to get Tam Tam back.
Realizing that a change of tactic was necessary, Dara took a few steps backwards. With her hair all over her face, she definitely looked like a lunatic. She then ran at full speed to jump towards the guy, but the bastard smugly closed the door on her face the exact moment she was already airborne. Dara's whole body hit the door like a fly swatted by a newspaper.
*THUDDD!*
The girl resembled a flat, paper-thin cartoon character as she was pulled back by gravity to the ground. Dara quickly stood up, gathered her things, and ran back to Jiyong's apartment while screaming his name.
"WAAAHH! JIYONGGG!"
She was screaming Jiyong's name from Building 21 until she reached Building 22. She opened the apartment and found Jiyong standing by the door with his arms crossed over his chest and looking mad as hell! Uh-oh.
"Dara-ahjumma..." He muttered under his breath.
"J-Jiyong..."
"You almost announced where I'm living to half the population in the city by shouting my name while running around!"
"Sorry, Ji-...your highness?"
"DO NOT SHOUT MY NAME AGAIN! OR ELSE, I'LL RIP YOUR TONGUE!"
Dara was almost blown away by the fierceness of Jiyong's scream. Her eyes wide with shock, she nodded her head numerous times to let the guy know she would never do it again.
"Good. Now, will you keep quiet? I'm having a migraine because of you," he added.
However, Dara wanted to tell Jiyong about Tam Tam and she also wanted to beg once again for him to come to her school the next day. So, as he was about to walk towards the kitchen, Dara shouted, "Permission to speak, sir!"
Jiyong halted his steps and shut his eyes firmly in annoyance. He then inhaled multiple times to calm himself before he continued walking. "Permission denied," he hissed without glancing back at the girl.
"B-But...Tam Tamie...a-and guidance office-..."
"PERMISSION DENIEDDD!"
*****
JIYONG's POV
My name is Kwon Jiyong. I'm 21 years old turning 23. Yes, I skipped two years. Living with Dara-ahjumma made me feel like I was losing a few years of my life. It was only our second night together, but I felt like I was aging one year every day.
I asked her to sit quietly at the couch and watch TV. Thankfully, she complied. I was busy preparing our dinner since what she prepared would surely upset our stomachs. After a few minutes, Dara turned off the TV and kept on following me around the kitchen. Dear heavens, please stop me from killing her! This girl is really getting on my nerves! I just kept on ignoring her. I knew she was just going to pester me again about going to her guidance counselor.
Whenever I turned around, she was always standing a few steps away with pleading eyes. She was tailing me like a chick afraid to lose sight of mother hen. I zigzagged my way to the ref and she did the same. Oh my goodness! Needless to say, we looked like idiots.
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