Our Little Dorm Mother

Chapter 32- My Goddess

Yoora sipped her bubble tea from her straw and stared at me intently. "So, Nami-ssi" she began, "tell me more about yourself."

I sat and stared at her awkwardly, not knowing where to begin. We were in a bubble tea shop and Yoora had ordered a bubble tea for me and herself after I had declined her offer of bringing me to a swanky, fine-dining restaurant. Thankfully, she agreed to the compromise and I let her lead me into the bubble tea shop across the road.

She sipped at her bubble tea again, her hand cupping her chin as she leaned on her elbow. She tilted her head, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Even the way they speak is the same, I thought inwardly. "N-no, Yoora-ssi" I replied. "It's just that, I wasn't really expecting to meet any of Chanyeol's family."

Yoora had her brow raised, "Chanyeol, huh?" She smiled slyly as she spoke, "You don't call him 'oppa'?"

"Erm, no," I replied. "Well, I did before but--"

"Don't worry" she interrupted. "I'm not going to grill you on formalities." She played with her straw as she stirred her bubble tea. "I just wanted to get to know the girl that's dating my little brother." She peered up at me and her piercing dark-brown eyes met with mine. "So, are you going to tell me more about yourself or are we just going to sit here and drink bubble tea?"

"Erm," I managed to mumble, "what do you want to know about me?"

Yoora grinned. "Just the basics" she replied but I could see a glint in her eye. "How old are you?"

"I just recently turned twenty-two" I responded.

Yoora nodded. "Ah. So you're two years younger than Chanyeollie." She smiled before asking, "have you got any siblings? What do your parents work as? What is the highest education level you've achieved?"

I blinked as Yoora continued to ask me question after question like rapid bullet fire. I was starting to think that this was more like an interrogation rather than a casual get-to-know session. Yoora eyed me expectantly as I hesitated to answer her. The way she looked at me was somewhat familiar. And that was when I realised why it was familiar: she was trying to fish out any vulnerabilities in my character--just like how a seasoned reporter would do. Unluckily for her, I was also a reporter who knew how to evade such tactics.

"I'm an only child" I replied. "And my mom is a teacher and my dad is a..." I paused as I tried to think of a believable occupation, "a nurse."

Yoora nodded politely. "And what about your education level, if you don't mind me asking?"

I sipped on my bubble tea nervously. "I graduated from university a few years ago."

At this, Yoora was impressed. "Ooh. Which university?" she asked interestedly.

I searched my brain as I tried to think of the name of the university I attended in Seoul for my exchange year. "I prefer not to say" I answered in the end.

Yoora looked at me suspiciously. But then, she said, "Look, I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm just trying to get to know you, that's all."

I continued to sip on my bubble tea.

She sighed before asking, "So, have you two kissed yet?"

I spluttered as I nearly choked on a tapioca pearl. Yoora hurriedly offered me some tissues. "Omo, are you okay? Do you need me to get you some water?"

"I-I'm fine" I replied, hastily trying to calm myself.

Yoora eyed my expression and I saw her eyes twinkle with mischief. "So you have kissed then" she teased.