The following day, Dong-Han stretched his hands straight above his chest, sat up on the sofa, and squeezed his sleepy eyes once before getting a clear glimpse of Dae-Hyeon chopping vegetables in the kitchen.
"Good boy! Keep up the work; I'm leaving." Said Dong-Han, heading towards the exit once he pulled down the wrinkled lower part of the shirt.
"Wash your face before you go." A suggestion came from Dae-Hyeon.
"Oh," Dong-Han nodded in agreement and veered around to the small restroom, which had been attached to the living room on the left side.
A few seconds later, Sun-Hwa came out of the room and shrieked, "Will you leave or not? I have already told you that I will never fall for you again."
Dong-Han shuddered while splashing water over his face.
Dae-Hyeon blinked in amusement because she seemed to be cuter when her knitted brows and stringed nose spoke on behalf of her choler.
She crossed her hands across her chest. "I bet if it were not Dong-Han, you would be rippling all over the country by now, and I would be enjoying the peaceful life." She assertively roared her tenet.
Inside the restroom, all her words kept penetrating through Dong-Han's ears when he was wiping off his wet face on the hanging towel.
Dae-Hyeon dragged his gaze to the cooking soup as if he hadn't taken her words to heart.
"Dong-Han." She muttered a little loudly, cursing, "If I see him, he will be dead in my hand!" She folded her infuriate into a fist, tightened the grip, and gritted her teeth fiercely, causing Dong-Han's eyes to widen in realisation, and she laid back from opening the door.
"This is not safe here!" He quickly twirled the door lock, and his feet sped towards the exit like a cheetah. In the second he spent twirling the door, his face revealed, and Sun-Hwa yelled, "Dong-Han!!! Stop!" forthwith, she chased after him, leaving Dae-Hyeon to blink moderately in conflict.
His feet typed vastly down the stairs as he escaped from her. There was no one behind him. Sun-Hwa was still coming, running the corridor. At the time, that teen boy was crossing the hall with a pile of books, which blocked his front view.
Dong-Han looked back upstairs for Sun-Hwa as his feet kept running forward, causing him to fail to notice the teen boy. His shoulder pumped on the books, and as a result, two of them collapsed on the floor along with the punch of books.
"Ahh... Aiiishhhh!!" Two of them crinkled their brows at each other, twitching their noses.
"Don't you see I'm coming?!!" that boy shrieked.
"Don't you see I'm coming?!!" Dong-Han shrieked back, even though he was wrong there. Because the pain in his shoulder cluttered his honesty.
"You..." As the teen boy sealed his mouth since he couldn't go against rich people, Dong-Han accidentally caught a glance at a book named 'THE SECRET OF ANGELS' and the printed image of an angelic figure glowing placed down at the title. He reached his hand out to pick.
Before his fingers traced it, Sun-Hwa screeched from upstairs as her feet ran down the steps, "Get him, Soobin!"
Soon the comment grabbed their attention. The teen boy, Soobin, clutched his arms tightly, while Dong-Han almost stood up with a book in his hand.
Dong-Han took out whatever his hand scrubbed inside his band pocket and threw it in Soobin's lab.
"I buy this book, thank you," he hurriedly said, pinching his hand, causing him to uncuff him before even Sun-Hwa's feet reached him.
As her stretched fingers missed his shoulder with an inch, she gasped heavily and sped up the running towards Dong-Han, who was running for life.
Meanwhile...
Her fingers clenched his back collar, his one leg, and two hands stretched forward, flying in the air while another one pasted on the road. As a result, the book flew into the air and punched the road ten feet away.
"Gottcha!!" with a gasp of voice, and smirk, she said, and was extremely panting.
She twirled his collar, causing him to twirl too, facing her raging face.
He instantly opened up to speak, "Sun-Hwa, he is my boss. That's why-"
Her fist punched his chick, destabilising his lip structure, and wind force turned his face.
"Shhh..." He hissed in pain as his fingers traced the wounded lips and turned his head to look at her. It was the moment that his eyes expanded in aghast that he dropped in on her right leg, folded inward as her palm aimed for his stomach.
"PUNCH!!"
His stretching hand came forward along with his head, pulling back his butt as his stomach swallowed in, his feet skimmed the road and kept moving backwards until his butt thudded the road, his shoulder crushed the road while he thrashed his hands to catch up himself, but he scrapped the skin off instead. Luckily, he was quick to lift his head, saving him from the massive hit.
"KKAhhh!" groaned in pain, raising two side hips alternately and gingerly. At the time, the opened page of the book plucked his subtly narrow glance again. He laid on one side of his body profile and reached out his hand to grasp the paper.
Sun-Hwa's hand was almost approaching his elbow. Without delay, he dodged easily.
Dodged easily? Doesn't this mean he is good at fighting? Then the hit he got was all wantonly?
He gripped her wrist, pulled upon him, and hugged her waist tightly as her slightly big breast kissed his chest, her forehead slammed on his neck as he lifted his chin, and her leg cawled his one leg for balance.
"What?" She screeched, raising her head with one shake as her free hair caressed marginally his naked front shoulder and knitted her brows at him. His eyes fixed on the book.
"Look at this!" He said, Sun-Hwa rolled her eyes to look at it. The image of a glowing angel man sleeping with his woman caught her attention, and it left her bewildered with her brows furrowed.
In a moment, she switched her frown to him. "What is this? Are you trying to distract me?" Her deep, furious voice was so swarthy.
"No," he shook his head, twirling it towards her and looking at her. "It is what I saw last night in your room while you and Dae-Hyeon were together."
She blinked, and confusion rented her face again.
"I want to talk to you about this," he shortly informed her as an order.
She pulled back her hand from his shoulder shyly and scrubbed the side of her neck timidly as her cheeks turned red before her voice crackingly asked, "By staying in this posture?"
"Hah?" Unknowingly uttered, a tinge of vacillation had Irish rolled down its view from her eyes to the neck as her eyelashes trembled, her eyeball moving away. Seeing her breast pressing against his chest, putting it into view like two buffy balls colliding with a curved line, a reddish gleam occupied his cheek. He glanced up at the sky and raised his hand from holding her waist.
Awkwardness swept around them.
"Sorry," He apologised as she stood up, pressing her one hand against his chest and another one receiving the help of Dong-Han's hand. Still, his cheek was trying hard to go back to its original colour, and his sky-looking, shakable gaze dared not look at her face.
After her feet successfully landed, in a strike, she pulled his hand up, causing him to stand up straight with a jump as his body made a curve line while jumping up from the lying position.
Then two of them tapped dust from their shirts, pants, and all over their bodies.