Boys Over Flowers (Herophine fanfiction)

Chapter 26🌹

Josephine

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"
I can't help shouting at this asshole though it's already quite late at night. Sorry neighbors...

"You have to behave yourself in front of Mr. Tiffin, Jo."
"Yeah, shouting at him is very rude."
Mum and dad respectively scold me with such serious faces, which makes me scoff.
What is going on????? Why am I scolded here?  Shouldn't it be him to deserve it????

"Why?"
My tone is aggressive, needless to say.
"He came here to apologize about yesterday. And why didn't you tell us that you were with someone like him?"
My mum squeals with a full smile. Meanwhile, my dad is quiet but his expression is telling me everything : proud and happy. Seriously??

"Sir, please take care of our precious daughter forever and ever."
"Yes sir, please."
Our parents are even begging him to get married with me now. Seriously????
He's the guy who kindly turned your daughter's school life into a living hell, mum and dad!!! I've never told you about it though. I helplessly roll my eyes in defeat.

"No no! The pleasure is mine. And please call me Hero."
That idiot too confidently replies as if we're already engaged or something. No chance, stupid!!!!

The moment I try to curse at him with trillion bad words, however, Kat butts in.
"W...would you like some m... more wine, Sir Mr. soon-to-be-my little brother?"
She uses too weird grammer due to nervousness. The wine bottle in her hands is swimming in the air as though a lively fish.
Oh no. Kat is their side, too??? You've got to be kidding me.

"Oh, you don't have to be troubled my me, old Langford! But thank you!"
"Old Langford?! You're calling my sister 'old Langford', jerk? How rude!!!"
I defend her. She's just as old as you, genius!!
But my rebel against him seems to have meant nothing to my sister after all according to her huge smile.
"It's too much pleasure to me to be able to become family with you so you can call me whatever you want, sir! I'll be deadly happy if you called me corpse!!!!"
Wow. She's totally insane. And she's using too much words related to death in a sentence, by the way.

Ugh!!!!! I can't take this anymore!!!

"Come with me."
Is all I say but he follows me anyway.
We need to talk in private without the traitors in this dining room now.

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"So what is it?"
He sounds as though he has no clue. This unbelievably insensitive brat!
Currently we're in Denny's near my apartment where there is no one but us. This is strange since it's always crowded around this time. Hmmmm.

"Isn't it too quiet here?"
My curiosity wins over anger and I whisper to him. He chuckles before stating,
"Perhaps that's because I bought this restaurant earlier."
"Ah! I see..."
Yeah, that makes sense... Wait what?!?!
I was almost fooled by him since his tone was exactly the same as greeting.
"You did what??"
Shit!! I was too loud! I immediately cover my mouth with my hand.
"I said I bought this place earlier, stupid! And why the fuck do you care making noise like that when I'm the owner of this place now?"
He smirks.
All I can do is shake my head in defeat at this point. Rich people are really incomprehensible...

"By the way, I was touched. It was the first time I went to a poor people's house, you know?"
He looks to be telling his true feelings though it's still rude. Even a small satisfied smile is on his face that somehow absorbs my frustration. Weird feeling. But comfortable at the same time. This kind of things happen to me from time to time recently and what are they? I'm confused.