I still hate being judged by the Devil

"Sure, I'm going to file this. We can talk more tomorrow." He didn't wait for my response before he walked off. Don't you feel dumb now, Park Daisuke? I do have people who want to work with me.

I turned around with a smile spread across my face, then I stuck out my tongue in jest. But my babyfaced devil manager was staring right back. Crap!

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"We've been friends for close to a month now. Why can't I come over?" Eiichi draped over me while I struggled to pick up a box of cereal off the counter.

"You way a ton, get off me," I swatted at his side. "You can't come over."

"Come on, Cha-cha. I'm even grocery shopping with you." He complained as he shook my shoulders.

"No one asked you to come."

"I won't touch anything. What do you have to hide?" He patted my head. "I won't peek into your underwear drawer. Promise." He whispered.

"You can't never, ever, ever come over." I punched his belly. "How did you even find me at this grocery store."

"Find my iPhone." he lifted his phone to reveal the application that was still tracking my whereabouts.

"You can't be serious, delete it now." I tossed the cereal box at him.

"Cha-cha...you do realize it comes with your iPhone. You can't 'delete' it. How did you even get hired at a tech company?" He smugly responded as he waved his phone above my head.

"Doesn't Park Daisuke need you to drive him off a cliff." I sighed while I walked off to find the next thing on my grocery list.

"Why do you think I'm here." He locked his arms with mine, grinning like a fool.

"To harass me." I deadpanned while I tried to break him off.

"To pick up Daisuke's groceries, of course. You know, if it weren't for me, he'd eat out at restaurants all the time." He solemnly shook his head. "Aren't I a good friend?" He beamed.

"You're an idiot. Park Daisuke has you practically domesticated." I pulled some milk out of the fridge and placed it in my shopping cart.

"This is true friendship. You wouldn't understand." He started speaking, then kept quiet when I scowled at him.

"What's with that? I have friends. I'm not antisocial." I shoved the cart forward and walked faster so he could sense I was obviously irritated by his comment.

"Cha-cha, of course, you aren't antisocial. You're just reserved. Like a flower. No?" I pulled at his collar, so he and I were eye-to-eye.

"I have friends. I'm not reserved or antisocial." Then I let go. Eiichi looked bewildered as he stood in place. Then he combed his fingers slowly through his brown hair.

"I mean other than me and that weirdo you hang out with, you don't have any other friends." He reached over my shoulder to pick up the pack of beer.

"Who said I consider you a friend. And Gil Taeyang is not a weirdo." I pushed the cart before he could place the pack of beer down.

"Oh, sure. Following you around like a puppy isn't weird." He smirked, as he raced after me to drop the beer into the cart.

"I hope you see the hypocrisy in your words as you currently chase me like a puppy." I pushed the cart even further out of his reach.

"Mizuki, my arms are getting tired, stop already." Eiichi let out a loud sigh and stumbled towards my cart. "It's called friendship. Friends hang out during lunch and go grocery shopping together. You would know that if you had other friends." He patted my hair down.

I snapped. "And where are your friends?" I stumped on his foot.

"Oh, I have buckets of friends." He ruffled my hair some more.

"Sure, let me see em?" He slid his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the hundreds and hundreds of contacts. I swiped his phone out of his hands to investigate for my self when he turned to show me his screen.

"Hey, Cha-cha, give it back."

"Since they are all your friends. I'm guessing you know all their names by heart right?" I smiled.

"I know all. Their. Names." He scoffed proudly. It made me want to punch him in his cute face because he was obviously lying.

"What is Mun-Hee's Last name?" I covered the screen because he leaned over to see. "No cheating Eiichi." I pushed him away.

"Kan Mun-Hee. Duh!" He already knew he was wrong because he wiggled his eyebrows in jest.

"Um no, duh! It's Chu Mun-Hee. See, you have no friends, these people are just acquaintances." I dropped his phone into his palms. I had proved my point, who needs a bunch of friends that they can't even remember. I'm fine having just a few...Ok, two.

"Psh. I have tons of friends. Park Daisuke, Ho Mizuki, that one girl, that other boy, the girl with the giant tits, the girl with the short hair, that shrimp dude...My parents." I had to facepalm myself.

"Must be nice to be able to add parents to the list." I laughed. "But what is 'this boy' and 'that boy' and 'this girl,' you are one strange guy." He rested his arms around my shoulder and brought his lips close to my ears. The heat from his breath tickled and pricked my neck.

"You have no idea." He whispered, and it almost made me shriek. I giggled as I shoved him off me.

"Get off, that tickles idiot." I palmed his face and pushed it away.

"How can you shove my face, you'll ruin this work of art." He pointed at his face. "This face has gotten me lots of things in life. From women to business deals." I pushed the cart as he droned on about his accomplishments.

"Do those business deals involve being Park Daisuke sugar baby, I mean driver." I turned around and poked Eiichi, but he didn't curse or laugh like he usually did when I cracked the sugar baby joke. Instead, his eyes widened, and his lips twisted into a sly smile.

"Unfortunately, those deals do not involve being my sugar baby." The familiar low voice pricked my ears. I followed Eiichi's line of sight and ended up at a very bothered looking Park Daisuke. His habitually styled hair was free to frame his soft features. Park Daisuke, was not dressed up in the usual fitted sleek dark suit. Instead, he wore a loose white shirt and looser black pants. He wasn't sporting his pristine shiny oxfords, but mute leather loafers. And he stood mere inches away from Eiichi and me with an unlit cigarette resting between his soft lips. "You see, Eiichi just isn't my type." His smile didn't reach his eyes, but it revealed his seldom seen dimples. He walked up to us and reached over my shoulders to pick up the bag of Doritos that rested on the aisle behind me. Park Eiichi tore the bag open and said...