Chapter 9 - Guests

Just when she thought things couldn’t get any weirder, it does.

College student, animal lover, junk food enthusiast and part-timer Cho Han Seul wobbles towards her house with an aching body, dragging bags of pet food. They said animals can heal your soul, but paying for their food doesn’t necessarily do that, especially to your wallet’s soul.

Han Seul hauls a bag of dog kibble over her shoulder, groaning as she does so. “God, I wish Pretzel can carry this on his own…”

Well, I guess this is the part where people would come and say be careful what you wish for, because the moment she opens her gates, somebody bursts out of the door and charges over to her. Han Seul immediately recoils from shock, slipping and falling on her bum while screaming—only to stop midway when she notices her new, oversized blue blouse—that she intended to return to the online shop owner—worn messily on the man’s body with her sweatpants on. The man was so tall, especially when she’s lying there on the ground, not to mention that he has a pair of large ears and slightly curly brown hair. He approaches her excitedly, but stops when she hears her scream. When she did stop screaming, his grin appears and he excitedly grabs the dog kibble bag and runs back inside.

Han Seul blinks. “No—wait a second! Get out of my house!” she yells, standing back up on her feet. She leaves the rest of her things outside except for her phone and umbrella in hand, quickly dialing for the cops as she ran inside the house with her umbrella as an excuse for a weapon.

However, before Han Seul could even make the call, she stops and just gapes at the mess that is now her house. The door to her room was wide open, and she was about to worry about a burglar sneaking into her savings until her eyes latch themselves on a blonde, man—sitting on her sofa which is now pushed right in front of the TV.

The male squints his eyes due to the brightness of the TV—and the proximity—but he was completely focused as he mumbles a few words, following a couple of words that the news anchor was saying. Han Seul immediately points the umbrella at him while screaming at the top of her lungs.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU ?!”

As if he hadn’t noticed her bursting into the house, the blonde whips his head to her and his face immediately beams with joy. “Han!” he exclaims, standing up—in all his glory.

Han Seul’s direct instinct got her to curse, opening the umbrella to shield her eyes. “Fu—got to call the cops, got to call the cops—“ she chants, fiddling her phone with one hand as she tries to dial those easy three numbers. But of course, the blonde interferes and takes the umbrella effortlessly, tossing it to the back and lands just behind the sofa.

“Han!” he bellows this time, eyebrows knit into a frown.

“Oh, Jesus Christ—“ she almost instantly looks away. When the blond takes another step towards her, her reflex got her to run.

She finally dials the number correctly and runs into the kitchen, hoping to get some forks and spoons to protect herself, or if she’s lucky enough to go deeper into her kitchen, her plastic knife—because she doesn’t trust herself with a proper knife. However—of course, this word would appea