The Perfect Boyfriend [Daragon]

Chapter 3

Dara's P.O.V

The university today held a suspension, because a student was reported that he just had Hepatitis A after eating the school’s food. Of course, it was the canteen who got blamed, not Jiyong’s family whatsoever; but it's quite caused them a lot due to the media. They held a healthiness and cleanliness inspection around the campus, and whatever result they will find out, they will still fire the university chef, which was one of the greatest in Korea. No one knew why he would keep his worktable dirty; but Jiyong told me the chef had a grudge towards the boy’s family, so that’s why the boy was the one only infected out of the numerous students.

I dumped my body on the bed after I finished cleaning my whole room. It was quite tiring, because it has been a while since I’ve done this; but because no one is around the house, I’ve decided to clean. My room got brighter after I cleaned it, and I was proud of myself.

Ding Dong Ding Dong Diiiiiiiiiiiiiing

I frown when the doorbell rang, quite irritating the monster inside of me. Well, I didn’t expect visitors, because no one texted me they’ll come over, especially that I haven’t yet taken a bath. So, disgusting. Imagine me welcoming visitors wearing only a tank top, and shorts, without my body even taking a bath yet? Oh right, disgusting.

I quickly grab a towel, and dump it in water, before I press it against my oily skin. Even though I felt like I want to succumb to the water, I have to hold myself because someone is waiting for me to open the door, and greet him or her. Without fixing my hair anymore, I went downstairs, and to the door, opening it quickly.

“Good Morning.” I greeted upon opening the door, but immediately frown when I saw my visitor was no other than Kwon Jiyong himself.

He smiled. “Good Morning, Dara.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked, raking my eyebrows.

“Am I forbidden to visit you already?”He asked, his lips turning into a small pout, as his hands clasped together, and with that, I glared at him.

“Yes, because I’m on the verge of resting already.” I answered.

“Rest? What did you do?” He curiously asked.

“I cleaned my room, period.” I told him. “Now, go. I have tons of things to do.”

He stopped me in midway when I’m closing the door, stepping his foot between the door, and the wall. “We could just do it together.”

“No, we can’t.” I told him. “Now, let go.”

“No,” He insisted, peering his head at the door. “I want to spend some time with you.”

“Jiyong, you’re getting persistent already.” I told him, my eyebrows raked. “You don’t follow me anymore. You just jump on your decisions by yourself without thinking if I’m going to agree.”

“But, I’ve missed you babe.” He said, sadness overpowering in his eyes. “I’ve missed you.”

Guilt spread around my body like wildfire, turning me into a most pit because of guilt. Jiyong never told he missed me once, just now. He’s never that kind of guy’ but today, I’ve seen a new side of him. The soft Jiyong.

I sighed. “Fine. Let me take a bath first. I’m stinking like crazy.”

I pulled the door in, and he happily let himself in, his arms spread wide as if he was greeted by my house. “Ah! Feels good to be home!”