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Saving My former Creator

Wang Jiangmi is a system, the first created by Lord Jiho when he was young, naive and innocent. But then she got abandoned as he grew in power and had to leave him to live a life on her own. She could do it, she won't have anything to do with him any longer, not even if he died in front of her. At least that was what she thought until she discovered that he got into trouble and she might be the only one who could save his soul. What should she do? Should she forgive and forget?

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11 Chs

Arc 1: The reborn young miss hates me 5

Flashback

"It is settled, only mad people drink coffee," Jiho spoke, his face distorted comically as he glared at the coffee in front of him. They were in a small cafè, he wore a high school uniform, while she was dressed up as a police officer, don't even ask, with the number of weird things they have done together, this look mild.

Just to spite him, Jangmi took a sip of her dark coffee, with no cream and sugar, and moaned in satisfaction, "So good."

"You are not my creation," Jiho muttered, "I'm sure you are a child of Asura or Hades cause there is no way I will create something as evil as you."

"It is just coffee, don't be too mad."

"More like a coffin,"

Flashback over.

"Are you still angry?"

"Hmmph," Tiger turned away to avoid answering such a stupid question. He was heartbroken. It turns out that the Noona all systems worship and look up to, is such a person; a shameless pervert and a two timer. Nothing could stop his anguish.

"I really don't know why you are angry…"

"You kissed master!!"

"To make an impression," Jangmi coaxed with a soft voice, Tiger leaned against the glass window, butt raised at Jangmi, her fingers twitching as she fights the need to flick him…hard. "I needed to make sure Jiho will remember me and look for me, kissing him will make him do that since he will feel that I took advantage of him,"

That actually made sense, Tiger thought, but he refused to believe Jangmi fully, "Then why did you slap him also?"

"Do you know how many people have kissed Jiho in this world? I needed to make an impression."

"Actually only one person has kissed Jiho in this world," Tiger explained, "Once when he was drunk, he kissed Chanyeol and confessed his feelings, Chanyeol rejected him but he does not remember."

"But you did not tell me this," Jangmi explained with a fake smile. Tiger did not see through the fairness but he felt guilty. Unwilling to apologize, he bit back angrily.

"Then what was that with Yuna?"

"What with Yuna?"

"You were flirting with her, I'm not blind!" he seemed proud of himself for noticing that.

"No, I was only admiring her eyebrow and curvy body since you gave me a body deficient of those, " Jangmi lied with ease, "Even though naturally, my body is a 100000000000000000/10."

Towards people she like, Jangmi was either flirty or narcissistic. Yuna was able to put up a fight without anyone's help after Wonyoung was reborn for a long while, that was admirable. Jangmi liked people, courageous people, so her character slipped through. Tiger did not have to know this.

Tiger who felt guilty due to Jangmi's words did not know he was being toyed with.

The door to the Coffee shop opened and a young make entered. He wore a sheer pink shirt that hugged his slender and lythe body, paired with black baggy jeans and boots. His long hair was held up in a small ponytail, a rainbow glass framing his small face. Only Jiho could turn a coffee shop into a picture studio. Both Tiger and Jangmi sighed in disbelief.

Jiho was ready to leave just by entering. The smell of coffee felt like poison to him, twisting his stomach till he was ready to puke. He still does not understand people's obsession with this venom and how they would inject at least three cups into their system with bliss.

To his happiness, the coffee shop looked empty, it would have annoyed him if a random person pop up to him for an autograph. I know, I look good, just because I look good does not mean I am a celebrity, please people, hold yourself back.

He noticed Wang Jangmi sitting alone, close to the end of the cafe. Just like the last time, she looked like she was about to attend a funeral, in her long black dress but unlike that night, she does not look like a zombie but still fierce. Highly arched eyebrows with dark eyeshadows and deep blue lipstick, make up style that will make many look grungy, but she rocked it like the boss that she was.

Wait… where is that thought coming from, don't act weird, she slapped you…many times, that thought brought the needed anger into his system. He stormed in front of her and yelled angrily.

"You!!"

She stopped rubbing the rim of her mug with her fingers, and raised her head to meet his gaze, "Are you okay?"

"How dare you ask me if I am okay after all you did!!"

"This mister… are you drunk right now?" her voice was low and mellow, with a sultry vibe that confused Jiho, he gazed at her face, unable to tear his eyes away. For some unknown reason, his heart began to hurt. "Are we familiar with each other?"

Her words broke him out of his stupor, "What do you mean by that? That night…T-that night…"

She gave him a curious look, brows raised as she waited for him to finish what he was about to say. He could not say anything under her judgemental glare.

"Don't tell me you forgot about that night?"

"I will need you to specify the night you are talking about," she let out a soft yawn, most forming in her dark eyes, "I don't have an habit of remembering things that are not important."

Things that are not important? Did she just classify me under things that are not important? There are a lot of reasons why this sentence triggered Jiho. First of all, his insecurities have been rearing their ugly head lately, and all the rumours have been getting to him, then Chanyeol has been distant and now this.

"Just four nights ago, we were kissing in the bathroom, now I am not important!!!"

She seem to freeze at his statement, she leaned back as she tried to recall, Jiho huffed and sat before her, waiting for her to recollect that night so he could have a valid reason to curse at her. After a few minutes of silence, she hummed and shook her head.

"No, I don't remember kissing you."

Crack, heartbreak.

"You are not even my type, why will I kiss you?"

Crack. Crack.

"I think you should look for the person who kissed you or get off whatever drug you are on," she stood up and took her coffee with her. "Don't do weird things like accusing a stranger of kissing you. Because I am in a good mood today, I won't call the police,"

Jiho sat on that spot for hours after she had left unable to comprehend what just happened. Did she… did she just… what? What!! What the hell just happened!!

Tiger was quiet until they got to the car, he had racked his brain to try and guess why Jangmi just did that but he could not.

"Noona…"

"If I said that I remembered him immediately, he might accuse me of being a stalker or embarrass me," Jangmi placed where coffee in the cup handle and fixed her seat belt. "Besides, he was dressed as a female that day and not a male. Pretending not to know him will give me more presence in his heart, he will hunt me down to make sure I know him." Jangmi was familiar with how Jiho's brain circuit worked.

There was one time she pretended not to remember his best food and he spent six months sticking to her and giving her exams on what he liked. He is very narcissistic, she was sure he would follow her like a fly.

Compare to being bothered by Jiho, she was more worried about the prison called high school and the death trap called college exam she was about to sit for. Studying was a Jiho's thing to do not hers.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck you little slut, if not for your slutty mother seducing my father, you won't even exist!!" a woman's voice screamed.

"If not for your slutty father unable to keep his one inch dick in his pants, I won't exist!!" another woman retorted.

"Fuck you, my father does not have a one inch dick!!"

"You seem very familiar with this knowledge, have you tasted it before!!"

Yuna wore her headphones to tune out the noise. Ahn's family house was always a warzone, it was funny how they seem united in public only to tear each other apart once they were in the comfort of their home.

Home, is that something I can have one day? A sigh left her plump lips as she rolled on her bed. Her room was nothing much, the blank walls and neutral colours represent what it really was, a guest room. In this house, she was just a guest.

"You are very beautiful." she could recall Jangmi saying, "Just by breathing will bring you a lot of fans but I need to know the kind of image I will give you if you are in. Will you say no to money?"

Of course, she won't say no to money, that was foolish. The thought of earning her wealth and not having to depend on this crazy family for money sweetened her heart. Biting her lips, she brought out her phone and texted Jangmi.

"Unnie, I agree with the plan. Let's leave here please."

Five months in this house made her grateful she did not spend all her life here, it is better to leave before she got poisoned or raped.

"You made a good choice, let's meet in school tomorrow," Jangmi replied.

Her stomach took that exact moment to grumble. She hissed and stood up angrily. Making sure to wear triple sweatshirt and scatter her hair like a mad person before entering the warzone. All types of lecherous people are here, it would be bad if she did nothing and one bitch accused her of seducing her man just by breathing. It was not like she could fight back.

"Wuwu, Jangmi unnie, come and save your baby," she whispered in the empty corridor. She took a sharp turn but accidentally hit a body and fell. She was lucky not to feel any pain because the body took most of the heat.

Yuna opened her eyes and met a pair of soft, puppy like ones. Her face went pale.