To be honest, I don't know why he keeps me around.

Why does he take care of a pest that was left over from one of his jobs?

I really don't care, or that's what I keep telling myself.

Deep inside, I keep thinking about it.

It bothers me.

After all, I'm just a burden that was accidentally created, which means that he could get rid of me anytime. 

Why doesn't he?

Why does he keep me around?

Yongguk asked why my knife was bloody.

I nonchalantly replied,"Some peverted old Japanses men tried to me. They didn't succeed, obviously."

I smiled proudly, puffed up over the fact that I was able to defend myself.

He frowned.

Later, when all the dishes were clean, I climbed into the small bed that we shared.

I turned around, tossing and turning. I couldn't fall asleep.

He caressed my back, letting me know exactly what I wanted.

He ripped off my shirt and pinned me down, his hands starting to wander farther down.

Yongguk did this a lot. He tended to be really rough.

It was enjoyable for both of us, but I didn't like doing it.

He didn't show any affection when he did it, but today, he pressed a small kiss to my neck, treating me as if I might break.

I didn't want to have with him, but I craved more of his attention. 

I wanted more of his kisses.

I woke up the next morning, still confused.

He was gone again.

I knew instantly he was on another job.

I got up and started making some food for when he came back.

What if he brought someone else back?

Why did he bring me, out of all people?

I mused that while cleaning my gun.

I had found my confiscated gun while he was out.

Hearing noises near the door, I readied it and turned around in a flash.

It wasn't him. 

It was a pair of policemen.

"Zelo? Don't be afraid. Come with us."

How did they find me?