You slept like a baby that night. It was the first night in long times when you even saw a dream! Because all of the stress the school caused you, you hadn’t got much of a sleep in a long time and now you can thank Zico that he had wrapped his arm around you. His touch calmed you down so much…

You don’t really remember what happened in your dream but you were sure it did relate to that book you had read before Zico appeared on your door looking like . You were almost cursing out loud when the dream ended and you woke up. At least you had Zico next to you… No, wait? Where was he? You turned around to see empty spot behind you. At that moment your heart fell on your stomach and you had to take couple excessive breaths so it would find it’s place on your chest. Or at least the normal rhythm. >Where did you go?< You asked yourself in mind and pet the spot which did still feel a bit warm after his body. You jumped 2 meters upward from the mattress when you heard a noise coming from the door from the other side of the room.

“What are you searching for?” Zico asked and leaned his head to the doorframe. He clearly had a headache, but didn’t want to show it.

“N-nothing… Just a… Umh I think I lost my alarm clock.” You lied and your cheeks turned into bright pink color.

“You’re bad at lying.” He laughed. “And if you wanna know the time. It’s something around 1pm.” He continued and rubbed his hand on his chin. (The bandages he had, still covered half of his lower lip. Same goes to the eye… lol)

“You serious!? You mean I almost slept 12 hours!?” You screamed and turned your eyes on your alarm clock. At this point it was sure you didn’t even searched it. You knew it was on your bedside table the whole time.

“You didn’t almost slept. You slept. I mean we slept. I mean. I woke up at 11am, which is really surprising cause you know. I usually sleep in the half of the day with a hangover.” Zico explained and watched you jumping out of your bed straight to the closet beside it. As you started to take off your dressing gown (which you wore the whole night) he blushed harder than you and the heat made him turn his head away from you.

When you were taking off your shirt you realized there was a guy in your room. And you panicked. What were you doing? You can’t undress now! You lowered the shirt to cover your navel and walked over to Zico who was still glancing around god knows where.

“I can change up later…” You started with a laugh. “You want to eat something?” You quickly added and put interrogative look on your face. His face brightened up after the question.

“Oh! I made breakfast for us! I hope it doesn’t mind I used your kitchen.” He said and clapped his soft hands together.

“You? Made breakfast? In a kitchen?” Your eyes widened. You wouldn’t have ever thought Zico would have even touched the kitchen. He looked like a guy who could just eat if someone bought him food. I mean. He was so thin and all. Oh hell. What were you thinking again…

“You don’t believe me? Then you should just follow me.” He said and left the room and expected you to follow him. It took you some time to gather yourself. This gon’ be good…

When you arrived to the kitchen you saw the table full of different sorts of meals. Well he had delved all your cabinets and found some chocolate flour to mix with milk, cereals, sandwiches and pancakes. Why didn’t you wake up for the sound he was making. The kitchen wasn’t so far away from your room. Maybe he fed you some tranquillizers in the night! Haha.

“This looks really good Zico! I didn’t even know I had the half of the food in here. Thank you. I hope it doesn’t mind you did all this though you have that headache…” You said and made some kind of aegyo face.

“Oh it’s the least I can do. You allowed me to sleep in here, and took care of me. No one else would have never done that for me…” He said and went silent for a second. “And I don’t have THAT bad headache.”

“Don’t lie to me. I can see through your mind. You have a headache.” You both laughed.

You sat on the table for your normal spot and Zico took the seat beside you. The conversation continued when you started to fill your plates with food.

“So tell me. How did you learn to make pancakes? And so silently? I didn’t even wake up.” You asked and looked at him  under your brows.

“Aish. Talent I guess? I make the meals for my brother every day, cause he’s a total loser in everything. And he likes to sleep late just like you, and I don’t wanna wake up people if I’m awake…”

“I don’t sleep late.” You pouted stuffing your mouth full of the cereals. “And Taewoon’s pretty good at school. He gets almost the best grades in our class.” You said smiling.

“Oh really? And who gets the best?”

“Umh. Would it be selfish if I say I’m the study-bug?” You blushed.

“Really!? Who would have thought…” He actually sounded surprised. Did that mean you didn’t seem like an A+ girl or what? Sarcasm?

“Hey umh. I gotta ask you something. There is this underground club outside the town where I like to go. It’s not anything like a party. I sing there. I mean it’s more like rapping… Well anyway. It would be cool if you’d like to go with me?” He asked, this time sounding more careful.

“I didn’t know you were rapping?”

“Yeah well that’s the thing. No one knows…” He said and turned his eyes on his plate.

“No one? Not even your brother?” You whispered like someone could hear your conversation.

“No! Especially him. And please don’t tell him.” He was now bringing his head closer to you whispering the same way.

“I won’t, I promise.” You said and put the finger on your chin like you were thinking something really hard.

“Just like I said I’m not really an outgoing person…” You started and he interrupted you; “I swear I’m not going to take you to any party. It’s just couple hours there and then we can go away. No drinking, dancing or anything. Just a tiny rap-battle.”

“Okay. In one condition…”

“What’s that?”

“You help me with my garden. Someone needs to cut of the bushes, and I will not be able to, since I’m too short.” You said and winked your eye.

“And by the garden you mean…?”

“Oh my god! Ew! Outside Zico, OUTSIDE! THE YARD!” You shouted and were ready to dig your own grave with the spoon on your hand on the floor. The look on your face made Zico laugh out loud.

“Ok I’ll help you out.” He promised and then you both ate and cleaned the table keeping up the tiny conversation.

-

When you had sent Zico outside to cut the overgrew benches, you tiptoed back to upstairs to change your clothes. You didn’t have no clue what to wear today. It should be something outgoing and cool but you didn’t have anything than pastel colors. They didn’t fit to underground club, at all.

You threw your pyjamas on your bed and stood in front of your closet almost 15 minutes just thinking what to wear. From time to time you took jeans, or shirts out, but the answer was always no. You couldn’t wear that, or you couldn’t wear those… ugh.

“Why is this so hard!” You shouted and got surprised (again) by the voice on the door.

“What’s so hard? Deciding outfits?” he asked and looked at you. This time, though you were pretty sure you were wearing just your underwear, he didn’t seem any distracted by that. He was staring at your stomach filled by those ugly scars.

“What are those?” He asked and came closer. You grapped any piece of clothing near you and put it in front of you to cover the stomach.

“What are what?” You asked like you didn’t know what he had meant.

“Those! In your stomach.” He continued and now he was standing in front of you. He ripped the clothing away (it was pretty easy to him, cause you hardly hold it properly)

“Umh… The history of mine is really not that… sweet.” You answered and wished it would make him go away, but now he was looking straight in your eyes and the look burned your soul. He needed better explanations.

“Tell me.” He insisted and the gesture made you sniffle out loud. He had seen something, not even your parents had seen. Or you think your dad saw it couple years earlier, but didn’t want to bother you with any questions or help though you had needed that the most.

“It’s nothing really. I don’t wanna think or talk about it.” You said after two minutes of awkward silence (expect your sniffling).

“I understand. But if there’s anything, I mean anything, please talk to me. I really meant what I said. I like you, and I don’t want to see you hurt.” He said wiping the tear out from your cheekbone. So he remembered all the things he had said last night. That made you happy and sad at the same time. It meant he had feelings towards you, but it also meant you had to think your feelings towards him too. What did you want?

“When you’re ready, I will be here. Ok?” He grabbed is arms around you and now he was standing behind you, with his arms around you covering the scars on your stomach. It made you cry even harder. This time he let you cry your tears away.

“So. You obviously need help with the outfit for the evening, eh?” he asked and when he saw you nod he brought the two of you near the closet starting to delve the boxes with those perfect hands. Soon he had taken out black sweatpants, white tight top and t-shirt.

“These looks kinda nice for the underground. You can decide from the top and t-shirt. Which one do you want to wear.”

“But those are my sweatpants. I mean SWEATpants. I think they’re made for people who work out?” You said and he slapped you gently on the forehead.

“Silly. I will be wearing sweatpants too. You don’t have to be alone with this.”

“Can you put white shirt too?” You asked and tried the clothes on. They actually fit you perfectly.

“Of course. What ever you want.” He said while smiling at you. He looked like he would have wanted to rip those clothes off of you and place you under him on the bed and… What? My emotions, my emotions… Breathe.

 “It’s a deal. I will wear these today.” You said and quickly looked at yourself from the mirror, then glancing the Zico who took some of his chains off his neck and handed them over you.

“You need some of these too. Just to adjust your attitude.” You took the chains and placed them on your neck. They were pretty heavy. Respect for those who could carry them the whole day.

“Thanks. But I could have used my own necklaces too.”

“No way girl. You can’t use those powerpuff girls themed necklaces in there.”

“Hey! Watch your mouth. They’re cute…”

“Haha I know. People would get too jealous...” He said and pressed his lips on your forehead. 

I'm sorry I have so many "part this and that" in this story but you know. Day is hella long and everything can happen :D And more to read for you guise. So don't be mad at me. Pwease ;__; 

I hope you like the story and keep reading till the end. If you keep loving, I'll keep updating. (Ok I'll complete this story tho I don't have any readers. Mwahahaha)

HWAITING!