✓ Chapter Sixteen.

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Chaeyoung's POV

Yoo Manor

Seoul is nearing mid-September, the weather is warm but breezy. I wear my tracksuit, perfect kind of weather to wear it too. Sana is getting along well with everyone, especially Taejun. He seems to have a small crush on Sana. I saw him once peeking through the back door when I was teaching Sana how to paint, it ends up being a paint fight, her and Taejun VS me. Sadly, I lost. He would also give Sana flowers almost every day from the garden. Sweet kid, would make a fine husband some day. Jeongyeon finally met Sana, thankfully, she didn't really question when I told her Sana was my childhood friend, Jeongyeon thought she was one of my artistic friends, which she has no interest in, we both just rolled with it. But strangely I feel some kind of tension from Sana when she met Jeongyeon, I don't understand why ... I never asked, wasn't my business anyway. Seungyeon loves Sana, she finally has someone that can match her energy in everything girly. Jiwo also loves her, because well Sana is just like a little kid. Uncle welcomed her like he always does to all my friends. Mina ... she's distancing herself with Sana, Sana doesn't mind either. Is Mina jealous?

I'm in my own head as I walk down the stairs until I found the girl I'm thinking of suddenly beside me. I sigh, "didn't I tell you not to use your powers here? What if someone saw you?"

"Don't worry, no one saw me, no one will", she waves me off then suddenly claps, ringing my ears, "SO! Where are we going?"

"We? Well, I'm going to wash my car".

I open the front door and head to the garage, with Sana following right behind me. I shrugged off my jacket and now wearing a sleeveless top. I tell her to grab a chair and sit. I grab a bucket with soap and water and a sponge.

I feel Sana's eyes staring at me, "What?"

She shakes her head, "no- nothing", she blushes looking away, I shrugged my shoulders and started spraying the car with a hose. Sana being Sana, cannot sit still. She hands me the sponge and I thanked her. Her eyes sparkle when she sees me spraying the last bit of my car's rear.

"What? Why are you so excited?", I chuckle.

"I LOVE WATER!", she cheers and jumps around, I smile at her antics.

I create a misty spray towards her, she's laughing, letting the small water droplets dust her beautiful face. It is like time went into slow-motion as she shakes her hair with her hands as the misty water dances with her hair. I shake my head, I'm imagining things. I drop the hose but I let it run and start soaping the car windows first. The Yoo's may have people to wash their ... 8? 9? Cars. I can't even count on how many we have, each one of us has our own. It's ridiculous, but hey, the lifestyle of the rich and famous I guess. I'm the only one who does this mundane activity, I find it soothing and it grounds me. I toss the sponge back in the bucket and look around for the hose, I'm almost done, just a little left until I feel my whole back wet. I turn around seeing Sana with her eyes wide and an apologetically grin on her face, while her hands hold the still running hose. She looks like a kid, who got caught stealing candy from the candy jar. It's adorable.

Water is dripping down the back of my hair, water droplets racing down my back, the back of my shirt is already wet and its seeping through to my skin, the back of my shirt clings to my body, the slight breeze blowing made my body instinctively shiver from the sudden coldness, my track pants shrink showing every curve of my legs, and my shoes soak through to my socks. Even with my predicament, why can't I be mad at her?

"Sorry!", she throws the hose away like it suddenly burns to hold.

Oh ... this is going to be fun. I bit my lower lip and pretend to walk menacingly at her. She walks backward, I take a step forward and she takes two steps back. Until she feels Jeongyeon's car hit her back. Nowhere go Sana. Unaware of her, I pick up the hose on my way stalking her, I hid it behind my back.

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