Sulli’s POV

At next morning

“OMG, my head hurts …” I was mumbling while opened my eyes half. Everything was dim and unclear. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and slowly sat up on the bed. I looked around the room, it’s so strange to me. It’s not my room, neither Taemin’s room. Whose room is it? I stood up, walked around the room. I walked past the mirror on the wall. Something caught my eye’s attention. I stared at the clothes that I wearing, was not belong to me. I got panic. What’s happen while I was sleeping? Where were my clothes?

Suddenly the door opened, I started and turned towards the door. A man figure went towards me, but the room was too dark to see anything because of the black heavy curtain. The light . I saw a similar face. I couldn’t recognize him.

-          Hey, you’re up – he said while walking towards me

-          Who … who are you? – I said with soft voice

-          You don’t recognize me? I’m the one who asked you the way to train station. Remember? – he smiled at me

-          Yes… I remembered, but why am I here? – I said

-          You fainted outside near bus stop. I saw and carried you to my home. Anyway, I’m Key – he reached out his hand to me

-          I’m Sulli. Thanks for saving me. But my clothes … - I said , shook his hand while blushing

-          Don’t worry! I asked my sister help you change clothes, because your clothes were soaked.Now your clothes were dry – he said

-          Thank you – I said and suddenly my stomach growled  

-          I guess you’re hungry. I cook some food for breakfast. Let’s eat together – he smiled again

-          Sorry for bringing you too many troubles – I said

-          You’re welcome. I should do that. And you helped me first, now is my turn – he said

He and I went downstairs. I was very surprised with his house. Everything’s so perfect. His house was decorated with many colorful pattern wall, and unique furniture’s. I bet he has unique style. Not only his house, but also his clothes were with many strange accessories. A gray big collar machine-knit jumper with some places tattered, his black skinny jean.

-          Your house’s very style, and kind of unique – I said

-          Thanks. I decorated it myself – he said

-          Really? I thought you hired a designer to do it – I said

-          Actually, I’m a house designer – he laughed lightly

-          No wonder you looks very fashioned and style – I said

Then he took my hand and guided me to his kitchen. There were many delicious food on big rectangle shape table. I can’t wait to taste it.

-          Let’s eat. I hope my cooking skill won’t scare you – he said

-          Oh no, it looks so yummy. Did you prepare it all? – I said, and taste the food

-          Yes, I live alone, so I must do everything by myself – he said

-          Really? You’re good at everything. Your house’s clean and tidy, and your food’s so delicious – my eyes opened wide

I must admit his cook was beyond my mom’s cooking skill. I really enjoyed breakfast with him. I think if any girl becomes his wife, she must be happy because she got a perfect husband. He’s good at designing, cooking. Even his personality’s good too. He’s so kind when I help you while I fainting, and treated me a good meal. Ever