"Seriously? Go away." My mother was standing, watching me as I played the piano in my room. "Go. Away."

"I'm just looking over. That's wrong-"

"-I said go away!" I slammed the keys and stood up. "Get out! Get the hell out of my room!"

"Jisoo, honey. Why are you frustrated? You need to practise and get better." She held my shoulders, trying to calm me down.

I whacked her off. "Don't touch me. I'll practise without you here. Get out."

"Jisoo-"

"-Don't make me leave."

"I just want to ask a goddamn question!" She finally snapped. I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. She took a deep breath. "You and Park's daughter. Are you dating?"

"What is it to you?" I sat back down at the piano, looking over the music sheets.

"Because she doesn't right for you. She's poor. She doesn't even have a bedroom. How will you get your privacy if you move in with her? She's surely not entering my house." She said with a cocky tone. It isn't her house. It's my dads.

"I'll work and work for her. I'll work my ass off, get rich, and buy us our own house. It'll be the opposite way around." I looked her in the eyes. "I'll look after her. She won't need to look after me. I don't care if she's Elon musk or just a barista, she's mine."

I saw a vein visually pop in her face. She's tense and it's funny watching her almost explode. "Jisoo! You will not date that girl! She's a disgrace! How would your grandad feel if he found out you married a poor person!?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't know, don't care." She groaned. I turned to her and looked her dead in the eyes. "Touch her or even try to be rude, mean or a bitch to her, watch. I won't leave you alone."

She seemed scared. "You're my mother, yes. But I love her more than I've ever loved you. She won't ditch me when I become worldwide famous. I won't either."

"Jisoo..-"

"-Now, get the fuck out." She didn't say anything, she looked down and headed out of my room. I took a deep breath. "You can come out now."

Chaeyoung came out from in the bathroom. She couldn't hear anything in there, which is amazing. She doesn't need to hear my mother's rude remarks. She smiled, lying on my bed.

"Your room is so big, you know. It's nice to have your own space." Everyone wants their own room, she's a kind soul who gave the room up to her parents. I would love for her to move in with me, but that won't be possible when my mother comes around.

So I've been working on something, with my dad's help. He is a friend who's an architect and I have designed a house for me, her and her mother. It'll be bigger and we each have our designated rooms and extras just in case.

It'll be bigger than what they have, but cosy because they probably would feel uncomfortable moving to such a big place.

My dad has, luckily, paid for everything and the building starts soon. I got up from the piano, laying on the bed with her. "It's nice. Don't you want your own room?"

"I'd wanna share with you." She chuckled, such a tease. "Yeah... I have always wanted my own space, but I've gotten used to the couch."

"Everyone wants their own space." I shrugged my shoulders. "When is my next competition?" I turned around, resting my head on her shoulder. She brought her arm in, wrapping around my waist.

"In three weeks. Can you handle it?"

"Yes, I can. You're singing with me, right?" I made myself more comfortable by laying on top of her. She didn't mind at all and let me turn and twist about to find a comfortable spot on her. She nodded, holding my chin to face her face.

"You're so beautiful, to think I used to hate you makes my heart break." I smiled at her cheesy words. She brought me to her lips by her chin. It was a soft kiss, nothing sexual. I could feel all her love for me with her soft touches. She pulled out, a soft smile forming on her now swollen lips.

Yes, it was a passionate one, but I wanted more of her.

"I should go home. Eomma will worry." She held me by my waist, sitting me up on her. "You'll remember to come tomorrow for your lessons, okay? Just lessons."

I chuckled. Whenever I go for lessons, I end up convincing her to make out with me.

It's just a natural thing. "Okay." I trailed my finger against her collarbone that showed from her unbuttoned shirt. Before my mother came in, we were about to get it on. "You're pretty too."

She chuckled. "Not tonight, babe." She cupped my face and I pouted. "If my Eomma isn't home tomorrow, then we will, okay? I don't want to risk us getting caught by your parents."

"Aw." I tried to sound sad. She pecked my lips and sat up, me still in her lap. She hugged me tightly.

"We can cuddle instead. I have to head home soon. Let's just cuddle and sing." I nodded. She let me go and I sat on the floor, pulling out a keyboard that was under my bed.

It's technically a piano, but not. She sat down and I sat in between her legs. I started to play a tune and she sang with me. I couldn't help but admire her voice.

She should take a profession in this. She'll be great.

We could both be known worldwide.

What couple goals.

She rested her head against my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my waist. Being smaller than her makes me happy.

When she touches me like that, lovingly, it gives me butterflies. It makes my insides turn out and my heart wants to explode.

She stopped singing for a bit to muzzle her face in my neck, I tried to keep playing. Her breathing on my is making me feel all fuzzy.

She slowly started to kiss my neck.

Shit.

Her hand travelled down and up my shirt. She traced her cool fingers up and down my stomach, teasing me. She loves this. She lives turning me on and leaving straight after.

"Jisoo!" I gasped. I felt her smirk against my neck but she didn't stop touching and kissing me.

"I-I'm getting changed! What!?" I yelled back, trying not to sound flustered or to moan.

"Your Eomma and I are going to go get something! Will you be okay alone?"

"Y-yes!" That was a half moan, half answer. Her hand groped my breasts and it felt good. This is bull shit. If my appa comes in, I'm dead. "I will be okay! Just go!"

One, they need to leave so I won't get caught. Two, they need to leave so I can do what I want to her. "Are you okay?" My father arrived at my door, knocking on it. "Shall I call your mother?"

I'm panting, she started sucking on my neck. "Go on, tell him you're fine."

"I'm fine! Please leave!" There was a slight 'oh' from him before he chuckled and walked away. Chaeyoung let go of me. "Yah. You can't just stop there."

"I can." She good up, stretching. "They're going, this is the perfect chance for me to leave. Love you." She was about to leave.

I rolled my eyes. "Such a bitch." She turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"What was that, sweetheart?"

"Nothing."

She smirked, coming close to me and gripping my jaw. "Baby. I said tomorrow, if you're that horny, go sort yourself out in the bathroom."

"But you- ugh." I was about to go against her but just whacked her off of me. She chuckled and pecked my lips.

"Where's my 'love you'?"

"I love you," I mumbled.

"I love you more." She went back to the door. "Bye, love. I'll see you tomorrow. Let's go on a date before we have practise, okay? I'll meet you by the river. Night."

"Night."

She left.

I love her so much, but sometimes she pisses me off when she teases me. I hate it, but I love the woman.

Hopefully, my mother doesn't try anything with her.