CHAPTER THREE| Not a donkey but a lion|CHOI HANUEL

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No freaking way.

I plowed into the activity of finding my sister. The sore point was, that my heart accentuated the probability of some mishap impeding in her room. No, Molan can't harm herself. She was mentally stable to not let these offensive comments demoralize her. I leaped over two sleeping dogs Shizo and Mario as if I were a trained dog myself and ascended upstairs. Regardless of my hair wrapping my eyes completely and blocking my vision, I charged ahead with high speed, as my arms cut through the air like a butcher slicing meat into extra-thin slices. "Molan! Molan!"

I skidded, reaching the top floor in no time and simultaneously ignoring the pain gnawing on my thighs and ankles.

Never did I get to run so fast in my entire life, and I mentally made a note to begin workouts to combat stiff muscles and therapeutic sessions for lack of motivation.

I yanked my body against the door and chose to thump my hands on the hard surface a couple of times, and then barge inside only if she didn't open it. "Open the fucking doo--"Instead, it opened on its own and I somehow managed to avoid the fall. "--oor!"

Blindly, I ran back and forth to her bathroom and her changing room, the fur cover-up was lying across the room. The large window panels were struck outward, and the intricate light curtains billowed with air.

I wiped the sweat dripping off my forehead with the back of my hand.

Suddenly, as I was about to take a step further, I stumbled over her cobra-printed heel. "Uh-no. Molan! How could you do this?" I mumbled with fright as it produced various dark thoughts in my head. "Molan! Where the hell are you? Why don't you answer me back?"

One couldn't ever find her clothes lying on the floor abandoned. Her room was a gateway to an organized life. With minimal things accommodating the space, unlike mine that had a potpourri of useless items that I had attached sentimental values with.

My soles scuffed as I dragged myself to the balcony. "Molan . . . what would I tell to Mom and Dad? They will not be able to absorb this shock. God! And what about Somi, your daughter?" I cried, pressing my hand onto my mouth. I was so scared to look down from the apex of the edifice.

As I gripped the railing gingerly and forced my gaze to glimpse downward, I saw nothing except the perfectly trimmed garden blooming with flowering plants and its ilks. "W-what? She's not there."

It was when I returned and sat on the edge of her bed, that something shifted in the bed and I jumped at the sight of Molan comfortably sitting on the bed in a still posture with a green face pack on her face, holding up a novel in her one hand while the other cradled a flute of red wine.

I slapped a hand on my forehead, blaming my cursory inspection, and at the same time laughing at myself. "Shoot. How can I even think ill for her." I laid my back next to her body, letting a surge of roaring anxiety invigorate calmness in my throbbing mind. "You are full of surprises, Mo."

I propped on my elbows and trekked upward to make her hear I had a bunch of things to say. Having removed her headphones, she asked, "Hmm, are you done with your drama?"

I nodded. A helpless smile that represented more of a crestfallen face than a delighted one streaked through. "I got worried. Hey!" I sat up curiously. "Aren't you feeling bad after all this gratuitous crescendo? For me, I wanted to murder him for coming at my sister like that. His attention was on your big boobs."

"Do you think it's worth discussing men who spoke the language of gutter? Cool down, Hanuel. Life goes on, and men aren't extinct for now, surely my kinda men are."

"Which means you will be contented staying as a spinster. Wow." I raised both my hands and rolled my eyes.

I bit my tongue right after back answering her. For a moment I forgot I was talking to the CEO of Choi Radiance Resorts who exercised her power not only over her employees but generally over all the members living in the mansion, for instance, Uncle Mojo, several servants, and me.

There was a deep message hidden in her cryptic response. She was so damn resolute, and nobody on earth could make her do what she ought not to find appropriate. At times, I was bound to think that maybe God made a big mistake in the arrangement of our birth timing. I should have been the elder one since I'm perfectly fit for the role. Because of maturity level, flexibility, and rational thought process; expect that the results only opened the doors to disaster.

As I was about to revise the previous continuums of rejecting men that had become a habit of hers, Uncle Mojo appeared in front of us, along with a little four-year-old, chubby girl licking an orange popsicle.

"Eomma!" Just as she ran in her Mum's embrace, I noticed her black shiny hair fluttered like a pie and back to its original state without anything to point out a bad hairstyle.

She hugged her tightly initially from the same position. Then, we both rose to our feet in gratitude and bowed down before a 70-year-old, plump-cheeked, well-dressed, despite bent almost double with age and grief, Uncle Mojo. His black beret hat was complimenting his long dyed hair. And a cigar burning; its thread was diffusing in the tepid air.

"I see, you have just returned from London, must be feeling jet-lagged? I will come back to you in some other time." While he took his time in facing the door, Molan shook her head.

"I'll mellow out later, Uncle. Please feel free to talk to me." Molan acted in a completely different way, her voice was the softest of the soft. She discarded her mask in a bin and pulled out a from her study near him. Her white dress gown mopped the floor all along, Somi latched on her thigh.

"How is Jang Po? Is he still getting his treatment done?" He folded his one hand at the back as a chilling pain shot in his spine, a cry retired from his mouth as he went on to sit on her vanity seat.

"Dad is doing great. Besides, doctors are running some tests to bring back agility in his movements. That will happen little by little."

"Good for him." He then exchanged glances at me and coughed, grabbing the little girl's hand. "Somi, can you show your Eomma your flower drawings?"

"Hmm . . . okay." She held her hands back and spun around. Finally, after putting on a show she stormed out of the room.

He cleared his throat. "Ah, did you not like any of them who came to see you? They were really good-looking young men." It was odd to see Uncle Mojo weighing down under hesitation in front of his niece.

"No. I didn't." She stood up and busied herself with the novel she had vehemently thrown on the bed, infuriation laced in her denial. "I know there are plenty of men for the asking. But, no. Thank you."

For most of his decisions, I regarded Uncle Mojo as an old fart out of frustration, but she always handled it tactfully. I was sure she maintained the same level of respect and admiration for him, even if he was here to make too many waves for her.

"But-"

"Uncle, please stop arranging these well-heeled monsters for me. I've no issues in getting married but I think it's stupid to push me to marry any rich guy who has the greed of becoming richer." She huffed and shoved her hand in her hair. "Rich men are like animals."

"Molan, don't forget that you are an heir to these huge fortunes, it's not appropriate to keep such a standpoint. How can you protest to marry someone under your station? Think of the damages it will do the image of your father."

"It's my life, and I have the inalienable right to decide whom I should spend the rest of my life with. Let's leave it at that."

"I wonder who has brainwashed you with age-old thinking. I shall put a detective to spy on people you meet. Because I know there's a compelling force that's causing you to behave this way."

"Divine force, Uncle." She smiled fulsomely and proceeded to the closet; she took a peach midi off the hanger. "I'll have tonight's dinner at Aera's place. So, don't wait for me." She raced past me, and I whipped my head to see no one at the door.

"No matter how long you sing praises for a donkey, this man out here will move the heavens to tie you up with a lion." He paused. "Who will become the king of the Choi Radiance Resorts." His voice indicated a possibility of a specious game plan in his mind, and as soon as his eyes met mine, my belly cramped.

"I-I will show myself out." I skipped from the danger zone, shutting the door behind me.

A/n

Why do you think Hanuel wants Molan to get married first?

Does the ending run a chill down your spine? XD...

[IN THE NEXT CHAPTER WE HAVE OUR FIRST BTS MAKING HIS DEBUT]