69 Teaching a Show Off how to be a Prodigal

Returning back to my native language, I cheekily ask Tiff again, \"Anything else you want to test me on ? Maybe something more practical? Tiff-ah?\"

\"Don't you get cheeky with me boy\" she responds mockingly before turning to Yoo-ah, \"He is really a monster, just like you said! Definitely your type\"

Yoo-ah smiles as she speaks \"I told you so\"

\"Now that, we have that out of the way. Dylan, Yoo said you are taking us out to eat?\"

'When did I invite all of you ? I'm pretty sure the invitation was for Yoo-ah only'

Yoo-ah grabs onto Tiff's arm seemingly having the same concerns as myself.

Since its not a big deal to me, I shrug off any concerns I may have and respond affirmatively \"Yeah, but did you clear it with your manager?\"

Tiff laughs as a knowing glint simmers from her eyes, \"Why do I have to do that.... when I'm going to eat with Vice-President nim\"

As soon as those words leave her mouth I'm stunned wondering how she knew, before finding an apologetic look on the face of the culprit. I guess I'll just have to brush it off as a slip-up on her part.

I quickly compose myself, sternly saying \"That's the last time you are calling me that outside of the company okay?\" I say sternly

\"Yes sir, \" She gives me a military like salute

Yoo-ah however draws objection to this, \"No fair , why does she not have to but you always tell me to call you Vice-President or Boss!?\"

\"Simple answer, because.... I can (I stick my tongue out teasingly)\" Seeing her vivid rejection of my teasing, is addictive. She really brings the sadist out of me.

Mid Yoo-ah freakout , Won has made her way over to us, calling my name softly \"Dylan\"

Looking to my right where the voice had come from.

\"Uhm... can I speak to you for a second\" She asks pulling us out of Yoo-ah's listening range.

\"So what do you want to speak about?\"

\"Is it... okay if .... Hyon-joong oppa comes with us tonight?\" She asks sheepishly

'Oppa?' A slight bitter taste rises up in my mouth but shoving down the feeling, answering begrudgingly anyway \"Sure ... but can I ask why?\"

\"Well ..uhm\" She can't seem to formulate an answer \"... It's .. he asked me out but .... I told him i have plans\"

My mind shutoff after she said he asked her out.

Yes, I know not all males are blind and there is bound to be some flies around beautiful flowers

I just really don't know how I feel hearing that she might be taken away.

It stings somewhat, I don't know where this feeling is coming from, it might just be from the fact we shared a kiss before.

I can't seem to control my tongue as I ask involuntarily , \"Are you interested in him?\"

Realizing I spoke my thoughts out loud, I try and backtrack before she answers but I fail.

Won stares at me with those deep eyes and for a moment I lose sight of the rest of the world.

The only thing I can see is my reflection in her pupils.

\"No... No. I'm not interested in him at all\" She answers unwavering

Hearing her answer floods me with a feeling of immense joy. Whether this is due to pride, ego or something else. For now I do not know.

But those eyes.

Those sincere eyes, that hold my entire being within, are telling me that I need to face it head on.

I need to walk into traffic. I need to run towards the speeding train. Like Icarus who flew to close to the sun, I need to burn. I need to ..... have the courage to dare.

I lift my foot, that seems to be attached to the floor. Slowly, Slowly. I take a deep breath and step forward.

I step forward again. and again. Until Won's entire body is covered by mine.

Pulling her into a soft embrace, I stop her from struggling, she appears as befuddled about my actions, as much I am right now.

Resting my head for a moment on top of hers I say softly, \" Good girl\"

Immediately thereafter I release her. And slip back into my usual cheery demeanor and shout loudly to the SNSD members, \"Girls let's go FEAST!\"

They respond with a war-cry like scream \"Yes!\"

Looking at Hyun-joong, I declare silently 'The battle has begun!'