Amnesia!
"Yoona.. I'm Jessica! Can't you remember?" I asked, already terrified at her upcoming answer.
She frowned. And I took it as a cue that she really has amnesia.
I buried my head on the bed beside her body."Aahh! What should I do?! My father--"
The rest of what I was going to say was left hanging in the air when I heard a chuckle.
With that, I immediately lifted my head only to be welcomed by a laughing Yoona.
I gritted my teeth.
This idiot!
"Yah!" I exclaimed as I aimed a palm towards her face.
"O-Ohh! Ms. Jung! My head is still aching." she nervously informed which made my palm stop midway in the air.
She then sighed in relief and sniff, acting like she's crying."You're so mean, Ms. Jung."
I guiltily diverted my gaze from her."It's your fault."
"And now you're saying it's my fault when you're the one who hit me?"
"It's because you're teasing me." I defended myself.
"Whatever Ms. Jung."
I narrowed my eyes."Yah! You're already fine so get out of my bed now!"
"But my head is still aching." she whined.
"I don't care!"
"I don't think I can still stand up."
"Yah! I said I don't care! So just get out!"
"I don't want!" she firmly said as she turned her back at me.
I bit my lower lip in frustration.
"I'm going to sleep, Yoona!"
"Then sleep with me."
My eyes widened."What?!"
"Why? It's not like this will be our first time sleeping together." she said, looking over her shoulder to give me a perverted smile.
I blushed.
Aahh! Seriously! Why does she have to say things like that?
Come, Jessica! Use your brain.
Think of how to get rid of this leech.
Just then, I noticed something almost making its way outside of her back pocket.
What's that?
I moved forward to catch a better view of the thing.
Oh! A paper.
Curious on what was written inside, I quickly took the paper out of her pocket. I was about to open it when she turned around to face me.
Her eyes instantly widened after seeing that I'm holding the paper.
And that's what made me even more curious.
Something important inside, huh?!
"Yah! How did you get that? Give it back to me!" she exclaimed as she sat upright.
I just ignored her and went to look at the paper. A frown flashed on my face when numbers greeted me once I opened it.
I glared at her."This is Yuri's number, am I right?"
"It's none of your business!" she hissed as she stood up from my bed and walked towards me."Give that back to me!"
"Yah! I thought your head is still aching?" I asked, keeping a distant away from her.
"Ms. Jung! Just give it--"
"Okay!" I said which made her stop from chasing me. She extended her arm, telling to give the paper back to her."In one condition."
"What is it?"
"I want you out of my room."
"Fine. I promise to go out once you give me the paper."
"No!" I quickly countered."You go out first then I'll give the paper back to you."
She hesitated at first but still chose to follow what I want.
When she's now in the doorway, I took the opportunity to close and locked the door at the same time.
I just snickered when I hear her pounding on the door while continuously calling my name.
I stared at the paper in my hand where numbers were beautifully written on it.
I sighed.
Why am I taking this to her anyway? It's not like I don't want them to contact each other. Why I wouldn't want?
It's just....
It's just that...-- I want to annoy her.
Yeah, right! I'll give this back to her later.
I then leaned on the door."Hey! My Bodyguard!"
"Yeah?" came a quick answer from outside as she stops pounding on the door.
"What... is your relation with that actress?" I finally managed to ask the question that has been running all day on my mind.
I bit my lower lip while eagerly waiting for her to answer.
It took her a complete round of 60 seconds before speaking.
"Yuri's my childhood friend."
I stare at the door as if looking there would make me see her."That's...just it? A...friend?"
"Y-Yes.."
"But...how did that happen? I mean.. Kwon Yuri is...--"
"You know, Yuri was not born with a silver spoon on her mouth. She strived hard to get what she's experiencing right now. UNLIKE OTHERS, who doesn't need to work their butts anymore to achieve what they want."
Eyebrows knitting into a line, I slammed the door open."Yah!!"
"What?"
"Damn you and that indirect remark of yours!"
She chuckled."I'm sorry if it hits you. It's not my intention, you're just guilty."
I was about to shout at her when she suddenly entered in my room and pinned me on the wall.
"Give it to me."
I glared at her."You're that determined to get this, huh?"
"Yes." she answered which made my heart sank.
"Then here." I said as I handed her the paper.
She flashed a big smile before taking it on my grip."Thank you!"
I rolled my eyes."Whatever.