My Honey Bunny Sweety Mon (1/2)

"I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DIDN'T HEAR ME!!!" Yeonhee huffed, treading heavily away from the building that she was thrown out of just moments ago, the sunlight bathing her reddened complexion as she made her way back to the carpark.

"Yeonhee, I can't believe, that you, out of all people, did that!" Dami managed to puff out as she caught up with her infuriated cousin.

"EVERYONE in the friggen room heard me call out his name, AND YET, that dumbass didn't even bother to turn around!" The taller woman ran a hand through the roots of her black, wavy hair, "And it's not like I've seen him a million, gazillion, infinity YEARS anyway!"

Dami couldn't help but roll her eyes from Yeonhee's melodrama. "Oh gees, you make it sound like I can't get you to meet him again!"

Yeonhee's ears perked up, hoping that her hearing had just not deceived her. "....What?!"

"Yeonhee, I told you before that I'm friends with their stylist!"

"WHAT?!" By now Yeonhee's hands were holding Dami's Jaejoonglders "HOW? WHEN? WHERE? WHY?!!" She spat out the string of words, as she stared her cousin down. She felt herself slightly hyperventilating.

Dami could only look at her crazed relative with a where-have-you-been look.

"....?"

"YEONHEE! Either you never paid attention to me before, or your memory seriously sucks!"

A pause.

"c) All of the above...?" Yeonhee snorted, chuckling at her smart-ass comment.

"You're way too immature to be two years older than me..." Dami sighed as she unlocked her gleaming, black Mercedes before hopping in.

"And you're way too spoilt to be driving that car!"

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An empty can rolls roughly across the pavement breaking the silence of the cloudless morning air. Yeonhee kicks it further with her yellow-slipper-covered, purple-toe-nailed feet until it lands on top of a patch of soft, uncut grass. Frowning, she places her loaded plastic bags onto the pavement and rushes up to the can before picking it up and aiming it at the rubbish bin.

SCORE!!