Yoora is an ordinary girl, who has ordinary needs, which she should have money for. How could she get this money? A girl in her twenties, who loves children. She accepts babysitting near her apartment. She gets an offer from a near house, where she...
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I can't get his bearings. Once he is an asshole then he is just a quiet and sweet guy, who smiles or looks at me prettily. Okay, it's a bit embarrassing how his dark eyes are on me but at least he returns my smiles. But then in the next moment the real, worldly, ground squirrel-collector shithead, Min Yoongi comes back, who achieves a slap in the face with his first sentence, which I give him inside my head although in the outside I just sigh or roll my eyes. He is annoying and entertaining at the same time after I know the truth about him and about his feelings towards me which I got to hear in a nasty way when I arrived at work. I can only hope that he is like this because he is really that prince who doesn't dare to say his true feelings and he is scared, in Yoongi's case is just simply not his style and he isn't behaving like this because he realized this whole thing was just a stupid passing intrigue for his brain and now we have to get back to the beginning when he just wanted me into his bed. There wouldn't be a problem with that. He was not the only guy in my visual angle, there were guys at the university who offered themselves for a night on a party the same way or asked me to do that for them the same way just until the sun rises. The university is about this, this is how I met my best friend and many others. Parties, adventures, and other stupidity or something to be young for. And that I wasn't that typical, brave chick, that is another thing. I was scared that I get sick I was scared of the disappointment and gossips but mostly I didn't want to lose my virginity in one of the restrooms of a bar. So this wasn't the problem that Yoongi was only the next one on the list who wanted the same thing. The problem started there that I have already heard about his feelings towards me which I hoped didn't disappear in one week. The other thing that I felt like I really like him, of course when he wasn't a complete jerk. When he sat down with us to draw, to handcraft, to watch TV or when he spent his time with his sister in his studio only to spend some time with Haru, then he was really a handsome guy not that bad-tempered, old critter who he showed himself. I didn't want to fall in love with him because I knew that almost in two weeks everything would be over here, Yoongi will go back into his own house, and I'll go back to university, I wouldn't be able to look after Haru that much and bang. And I know Yoongi isn't that type who is going to invite me for a cup of tea into his house just out of the blue with pure kindness to cuddle while we watch a film or he would come to me and we would spend the afternoon together, and he won't do this all just because I would feel myself comfortable and with time I would enter the spirit of his bed's activity. No, he would probably come once, he would try for five minutes and when he would realize that I'm still not willing to give myself to him because we aren't together then he would stand up and leave. Yes, probably this would happen and I didn't need this. Either that I would sorrow because of this dumbass nor to miss another opportunity because of him, which could be much better.
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I spaced out boredly although the TV was turned on, I heard talking as background noise and as I blinked tiredly I saw some blurry flashes, my brain completely pulled up short. I corrected, monkeyed with my music all night to make it better but that much that I didn't pay heed to what time it was and I went to sleep around 4 a.m. when my head almost fell on the audio-mixer. And here I was, at half-past 9 of dawn, on the couch, awake, with Haru by my side who broke into my room and started to jump on me to say me that Yoora arrived, to say to go and play with them. I don't have to say that after this how happy my morning was. I was angry at my sister because she woke me up and probably she could feel that I'm not in a very good mood since she was watching her morning cartoon in silence and huddled up on the other end of the couch. And I was angry at the babysitter because although she didn't wake me up, she was the reason why I needed to break off my sleeping what I planned to do until 4 p.m.
-But after that you can come, right? – My mother's voice blared somewhere between the kitchen and the hall.
Yoora was sitting in the kitchen and was talking about something with my mother. Because of the sharp sound, I closed my eyes but my ears sharpened to hear what they were talking about although I didn't want to, the temper of human is like that. What they shouldn't they always want to hear and what they should they push it out of their head.
-Fewer times – Yoora answered.
Probably both of them were already in the kitchen because the voices were toned down as they got to me through two rooms' wall.
-When I get my class schedule then I will write or come and we will talk about it how I will be able to come – The girl continued.
-When will you know it? – Mom questioned.
-If everything goes well then on the next week – The girl said.
-That's good – Mom sighed since she will get to know on the last week of the summer break how much will she have to change her own work schedule because of Haru. – Is your university far from here? Will it take long for you to get here?
-No – You could hear clearly from her voice that she was smiling. – I attend to SKY in the near. It's about 20 minutes or half an hour to get here by bus.
SKY? The city's, what's more, you can say it's one of the best three universities in the country. My nose didn't cheat me when I guessed that she is a studying-maniac geek. Although she is quite a hot geek. But the most important thing is the nearest SKY which she probably talked about with my mom is almost next to my flat. Sometimes I hated to live there because it was so loud because of the students that's why it could become my habit to spend most of my days in my soundproof studio. From my window, you could see the edge of the university where on schooldays clogged the cars, motorbikes, students together. The students smoked in groups, drank coffee or just talked until their lectures didn't start. What's the most painful was that at university there isn't a beginning at 8 o'clock and ending at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. No, everybody must come and go another time that's why there is always hubbub during the days. Maybe that's why the flat was cheap. Nevermind, at least I have one more reason to Yoora to be at my place. She will arrive at the university in time. A breakfast could come to a word as well so she could walk comfortably, not hurrying to the other end of the road.
I laid back on the couch while grumbling whereof Haru looked at me with a questioning glance but then she turned back to the TV uninterested. She got used to it that I'm always growling especially when I'm sleepy. But now besides the sleepiness, it cranked up that I had to realize every time how big shit-ass I am, who originated in sex the whole thing even if I did it just in my brain. Although the original plan was that I will try to be normal not to scare Yoora away. But it didn't work because she thinks that I just want her to be my bed-filling. I should say that I really want it to lay on her instead of my mattress but somehow I want her not just because of that. My brain went nuts and got to like her, and that is that. Terrible.
