Ye Jun
I stood in front of my mirror and pulled a clean black button-up shirt over my head. It was the kind that did not look like I was trying too hard but still looked okay. Then Si-woo's voice came through the door like an alarm.
"Where the hell are you going dressed like that?"
I did not turn around. I just kept buttoning the shirt fast and angry. "Out on a date. None of your damn business."
He laughed short and sharp. He leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed like he owned the whole hallway. "A date? You? With who? Your imaginary boyfriend or girlfriend ho does not know you are a walking disaster?"
"Fuck off Si-woo." I grabbed my keys from the dresser and pushed past him without looking back. "Go finish your precious sketches or whatever the hell you do when you are not being a nosy prick."
