"Yah."
I lightly hit his arm as we stepped out of the store.
The streets were quiet, wrapped in darkness, with only the streetlights guiding our steps.
He walked beside me, escorting me home.
"Why didn't you say you could eat that fast?" I complained.
"I wanted you to think I couldn't," he laughed.
I stretched my arm and hit his elbow again.
Then it hit me.
Wait… why are we going home?
To my home
Weren't we supposed to study today?
This was all his fault.
I hadn't read properly since I started hanging around him.
"So," he asked casually, "what's your name?"
"Sucy…"
The name slipped out before I could stop it.
I froze.
Why did I just say the name Mr. Pervert gave me?
"…Uh," he muttered.
We stopped right in front of my house gate.
"That's not a Korean name," he said bluntly.
I knew that.
Mr. Pervert always said whatever came to his mouth.
"Uhmm…" I hesitated.
"Ara..That's what I'm going to call you," he said simply.
I stared at him.
Getting two names from two dumb boys…
But I nodded anyway.
It was a deal, after all.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked.
"Next time," he replied. "My father is probably calling me."
"Okay."
I waved and turned to enter the house.
He was still staring.
"Yah, good night," I said, waving again before going inside.
*****
Next day
Peeeeeeeeeeeee
The loud horn of a bicycle startled me awake.
"Who is that…?"
I stood up and looked outside.
It was Jimin.
Of course.
He stood there in another expensive outfit
bag crossed neatly over his chest,
hair perfectly styled.
I rushed out, still wearing an old, short night dress.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
Then realization hit me.
I'm late for school.
"Hm… always late," he muttered.
I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him inside before the neighbors could start asking questions.
"Stay there," I said firmly the moment he entered.
The two jackets were lying on my bed.
He noticed my sudden movement but I avoided his eyes.
I picked them up quickly and placed them neatly aside.
He looked around the room.
"Your house is a mess," he said.