Chapter Two: You're Not My Jagiya

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Our food soon arrives at the table leaving me to stare down at the steaming platter in front of me. I unravel the fork wrapped up in a napkin and pick at the scrambled eggs that laying upon my plate. "So how's school coming along?" my mom asks as she cuts a piece of juicy sausage dropping it in her mouth.

I shrug. "Eh, I guess its okay.  I'm getting my stuff ready for school."

She nods and then begins to speak again.

"That's great honey, what elementary are you going to teach at?"

"Are you gonna teach at Hargrove? its right by the house."

My head shakes and I stuff a piece of pancake in my mouth. "Somewhere bigger."

"Hamilton?"

It melts on my tongue leaving me to lick my lips. "...uh I'm not planning on teaching in America."

My mom sighs and sets down the silverware with an annoyed look on her face. She instantly knew what I was talking about. "Elise, we spoke about this. Why would you want to work in an Asian country. You wouldn't fit in."

I roll my eyes and groan. "Mom please. Not now."

"And when are you going to get married?"

I look up at her blankly. "What."

"Elise if you're planning on moving to China-"

"Korea"

"Korea," she continues. "Then you're going to need someone to protect you."

"How about my boss's son. " Dad suddenly says with a smile.

Damn I thought he forgot about that.

"He's not my type." I say quickly, sipping on a glass of Orange juice before he could ask why.

"Well He says he would love to meet you. I think you  should. Remeber the lunch this afternoon?"

"Dad no, please. I've met him before and I just don't think he's my typ- "

He glares at me. The mood of the conversation quickly changes making the tension in the air almost thick enough to cut. "Well...I don't approve of any one who I don't think is your type," Evan begins to say, placing his elbows on the table. Before I could reply, my dad's phone goes off.

"Hello? Hmm...yes, she'd love to!" He glances at me then back down at his plate.

His thumb presses the screen softly before he looks over at me. "Can you meet his son now?"

"Dad I told you that--"

He gives me a stern look.

"Yeah, sure." I sigh deeply,  making my bangs blow up out of my face.

With that I pick up my black iPhone and look for Seung Hyun's messages.

Me: My dad is playing match maker again ugh

Baby Bingu TOP: Maybe it's time we tell them?

A finger places itself between my teeth and I began to bite it lightly. What should I do...

Me: Yeah, come over in two days we can talk about it then.

Baby Bingu TOP: Okay, love you. Jiyong is pulling me back to practice this dance number

I giggle quietly then set my phone down on the table. "So um...how am I supposed to meet up with him? I left my car at the house." I say.

"Hmm? He'll pick you up once you've finished eating."

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