Kwon Yuri would be considered wealthy under any other circumstances. But at Shinwa Academy, a school for rich kids, she's just a commoner. The academy has high expectations regarding wealth and appearance (not academics), which she lacks. Yet Yuri w...
Wonho was a masterpiece in this music video. Fashion icon. Musical icon. God among men.
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"Monbebe deserves a bigger cage," Wonho said, his eyes scanning the shelves of the pet store.
"This looks promising," I pointed to a much larger cage, something that was simple and would be comfortable for her to live in.
Wonho wasn't interested in my suggestion, he stopped in front of a hutch that was shaped just like a mini castle. It was far more extravagant than I thought was necessary.
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"Isn't that a bit much for one rabbit?" I chuckled, running my hands over the wooden frame.
"I've been thinking... she deserves a friend," he said, "And I've already got the name in mind."
'We just got one rabbit, and he already wants another one?'
"What were you thinking?"
"Wenee," he smiled. The sheer expression of happiness on his face made any further debate stop.
"Cute," I chuckled.
What's the harm in owning two rabbits? I haven't gotten used to Monbebe yet, but I'm willing to get more invested in making her like me.
Wonho grabbed the hutch in question, his muscles flexing as he picked up the box. I grimaced at the flat box, realizing that someone (definitely him) would have to assemble it at home.
We grabbed the other groceries necessary for Monbebe. This included hay and food pellets, though we also fed her fresh fruit and veggies. Some toys caught our eyes as well, and we ended up purchasing those too.
As we rolled up to the cash register, I wondered, "Didn't you want to buy another rabbit, Monbebe's friend?"
"I'm going to wait and adopt Wenee, I prefer to rescue. In a way, Monbebe is a rescue too."
"She is?" I asked, brow raised.
"Yeah, I kind of... found her," he smiled meekly at me as the cashier rang up our things.
'That seems sus.'
But I wasn't going to press the issue.
We rolled our cart to the car and unloaded the pet products into the trunk.
Two days after we returned from the wedding, and life was going back to normal. Soon, Wonho would begin working on the joint venture with the Sohn's. And I'd have to decide whether or not I wanted to go to college.
During the car ride, I contemplated my life. What did I want to do? How did I see my future?
Honestly, there wasn't much I was passionate about.
I did pretty well academically, but no career path ever really caught my eye. If only someone would step in and tell me exactly what to do, then things would be easier.
