"Miss Claire, it's so nice to meet you!!! This is for you!", he forced himself inside my house and went closer to my mom, giving her the gifts he brought with him.
He took her hand in his gently, shaking it continuously with a huge smile.
"Ah, now I know from whom Livy got her unique green eyes!", he said astonished, looking at her in the eyes as she smiled sweetly.

My mom's eyes are hazel, you colorblind idiot.

It's also the second time today that I get a compliment for my 'unique' green eyes and I'm not having it.

My mum chuckled childishly and let me tell you, when she acts like this, that means that she's charmed...
"Oh my, who is this charming gentleman, that you never told me about, Olivia?", she glanced over at me.

Chris gasped dramatically, covering his mouth 'offended'.
"She never talked about me?"

"Why would I?", I rolled my eyes nonchalantly.

Chris cleared his throat and looked back at my mom.
"I'm Bang Christopher Chan, ma'am.", he bowed politely -and a little bit too dramatically may i add-
"We go to the same school with your daughter and I'm also friends with Hyunjin and Jisung, who I presume you already know .", he explained further.

"Ah, then you must be a good boy.", she approved of him... God, please help me.
"And thank you so much for the gifts, Chan. Peonies are my favourite flowers.", she exclaimed happily.

SINCE WHEN?

"That's amazing then!", Chris exclaimed equally as happy. I'm guessing that he got a little over-excited with my mom calling him Chan, as it's something only his buddies do.

Well, that's my mum for you. She gets comfortable with people she likes.

"I came here to ask for your daughter's-"

"Hand?", she interrupted him with a mischievous look on her face.

"Mom!", I gave her a death stare, but she just kept on smiling naughtily.

Chris chuckled charmingly and shook his head.
"No...Not yet. For now,I need your daughter's help.", he corrected her, not failing to make me want to smack his head for his first statement.

"Oh, too bad.", my mom teased playfully.

I cannot stand them anymore.

Someone, anyone, please come pick me up from here.

"You are so charming, my grandchildren would look beautiful.", she added.

Ok, that's enough of this.
I abruptly grabbed Chris from his bicep and dragged him towards my room. It's better if my mom stays away from him for a while.
We don't need her talking about my non-existent children with Chris.

"I'm not going to eat dinner.", I informed her, while still walking away from her with Chris' arm on my grip.

"What? Why? Doesn't Chan want to eat too?", I heard her shouting in the distance.

"No, I lost my appetite.", I shouted back at her, intentionally forgetting to reply about Chris.

I continued walking further inside my house, leading the way for the cocky dillweed behind me.

"Ooh, we are going to your room so fast?", I heard him smirking from behind me, speaking in a mischievous manner.

My feet automatically stopped dead on their tracks, just one move before I was going to open my bedroom's door. Chris bumped on my back from the sudden pause and forced himself to stop as well.
I let free of his arm and slowly turned my head to look at him menacingly. "Talk."

          

He looked at his surroundings and blinked a couple of times.
"Where? Here in the corridor?"

"Yes."

He titled his head to the side and looked behind my shoulder.
"Is that your room?", he cooed and wiggled his eyebrows at me, pointing a finger at my door.

I slapped his finger and he winced. "Talk.", I repeated sternly.

"Why aren't we going inside? We're going to talk out here?", he gestured to the dark corridor.

I folded my arms and raised my brows. "I'm not letting you inside. Now talk."

Chris' face changed completely in no time, as he let out a desperate sigh, indicating that things for him were crucial. "Okay, look. Umm,", he inhaled sharply, his face serious.
"I wouldn't ask you that, because I know you're probably busy and you'd say that I could ask Hyunjin or Jisung even. And I know, for the options that I have, you are the most likely to kill me...", he started rumbling.

"Right.", I agreed with his last statement.

"But I have my reasons.", he defended himself, looking straight in my eyes with a sober expression.

"Explain.", I tapped my foot on the floor.

"Hyunjin is very busy and I understand him, because I'm working for a scholarship too. And Jisung is not that good at explaining things and I'm sure that I'll mess up with his directions", he stated, making his point clear.

"And you chose me. So, you prefer to die.", I said amused, raising my eyebrows.

Chris sighed and nodded his head hopelessly. "I'm in a life or dead situation, so yes, I chose death.", he looked over to me, mentally signing up for his own funeral.

I brushed a hand through my hair in frustration. "But you still haven't told me what you want. I assume it's something about painting..?", I wondered but my eyes went big in disbelief a moment later.
"Don't tell me you want to draw still nature?!", I let out a dramatically fake gasp.

He slightly laughed and shook negatively his head. "Nah, that's your expertise, I don't want to interfere with that. I just want to draw something for my mom's birthday...", he fidgeted with his fingers shyly.
"I want to make a painting for her, I don't know what, but I'm aware that she was always fascinated by art. I hadn't had much time to spend with her because of the soccer practises, so I want to make something special for her.", he finished.

I took a couple of seconds to process what he had said and spoke. "You want me to paint for her?", I questioned unsure.

Chris wiggled his hands negatively. "No, no. I want to paint for her.", he corrected.

"You- And...what do you want me to do..? Hold your brush?", I was one step before becoming a psychopath with what this guy is telling me.

He blinked once and I blinked twice, waiting for a solid 5 seconds for him to speak.
"Well...I was hoping you could teach me..?", he gave me his puppy doe eyes, flattering his eyelashes in hopes I would give in at his sheepish smile.

Now I was half a step before becoming a psychopath.
"When is your mom's birthday, again?", I kept a poker face.

"In t-two weeks.?", he stuttered nervously.

One and a half quarter before turning into a psychopath.
"Have you ever painted before?", I breathed in.

He nodded his head proudly with a smile. "I painted a tree, a house and a sun when I was little and the teacher said it was beautiful.", he stated firmly.

And now, I started going crazy.

I broke into fists of hysteric laughter, not believing I was witnessing such events in my life. My head was going to get bald if I didn't stop pulling on my hair from the disbelief.
"You mean to tell me, that we have two weeks until I make you draw at a level that is presentable enough for a mom's birthday present?!", I snapped, my face becoming serious again.

"Yes?", he smiled cutely.

I bursted out laughing hysterically for the second time and faked wiping off a teardrop.
"Ahaha... That was some good laugh. Remember to wipe off your shoes on the door's rag before you leave. Bye!", I singsong and opened the door to my room.

I was about to enter my bedroom, before he prevented me from doing so.
"No, no, no. Liv- ahem, Olivia, wait. I really need your help.", he desperately grabbed me by my arm, turning me around to face his hopeless state.

My hand slipped down from the doorknob, my heartbeat accelerated for reasons that shall remain unknown, for my own sanity. But just to put it out there, it has nothing to do with him calling me by my whole name, with his serious voice that sounded deeper that usual.

These two events are completely unrelated.

Okay?

Okay.

He studied my facial expressions and understood I was nowhere near of helping him with what he requested. The sparks of hope in his eyes disappeared and he let go of my hand.
"I'm sorry, I overstepped my boundaries... I just wanted to draw something for my mom, but thanks for listening to me. I'll leave now.", he lowered down his head in dissapointment and turned his heels to leave.

He left me standing there, while he was walking further away to the corridor, nearing a door.

"Wait, Chris.", I sighed.

"Yes?", he swiftly glanced at me with hope.

"That's the bathroom door."

He looked infront of him, the light in his face fading.
"Oh, right. Sorry.", he changed his direction and continued walking in the distance, until he disappeared from my sight.
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A/N: ....don't come at me pls...
I know Chan doesn't deserve such behavior from our first lead but- aNyWaYsS
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