I spent the next half an hour nervously pacing the living room. At first ı had been overwhelmed with joy that ı had gotten rid of Sehun for the moment, but when he didn't return ı couldn't help but get worried. What had happened to him? Why wasn't he yelling to let him back in? I stopped pacing and shook my hands through my hair, stamping my feet at the same time. Ah, what do ı do? Suddenly my phone broke the silence, making me jump. Immediately ı pulled it out and checked the caller ID. After all the shock and drama, ı had forgotten to call my parents.

"Ji Yoon ah?" Came my dad's deep voice. "Yah, dad, what the heck are you thinking?! Are you in your right mind? Why would you force me to live with Sehun? I barely know the guy, and ı don't even want to marry him! A normal father wouldn't force his daughter to live with a strange man! Why are you doing this to me? Do you hate me? That's why isn't it? Ya, do you want to die?!" I screamed all this into my phone in just one breath. My throat began to hurt. On the other end of the line my dad just sighed as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Ji Yoon ah" he said in a tired voice. "What?! Don't call me that" ı snapped.

"Ji Yoon ah" he repeated. I gritted my teeth angrily. "Where's Sehun?" He finally asked. I scoffed. "How would ı know? I chucked him out" ı said in a proud voice. My dad became silent after a sharp intake of breath. "What?!" He yelled. I held the phone away from my ear as he ranted on at me. When he hung up ı made a face and waved my fist at the phone. What type of father was he, to ask about that jerk before his own daughter? Shoving my phone into my pocket ı began to pace the room once more, until my curiosity grew and ı stepped into my bedroom.

Sehun's luggage was still here. I peered into his duffel bag. It held lots of sports wear. The bathroom, as luxurious as it was, was still steamy with condensation. I opened up the window and breathed in the vaguely familiar scent. It smelt of Sehun. Apart from his cologne, he always had a certain smell about him. I took the citrus shower gel off of the shelf and sniffed it. So that was where he got his smell from. For some reason ı felt my cheeks heat up and ı quickly put the shower gel down, hurrying out of the bathroom and almost tripping over his suitcase. I kicked it afterwards. Stupid thing. Then suddenly the jingle of the door lock went off. I froze before eagerly leaving the bedroom to see who it was. I cleared my expression and mentally scolded myself when ı realised how hopeful ı was that it might be Sehun.

It was him. He stood, looking annoyed, at the door way. However ı didn't miss the hint of amusement in his eyes. He held a new key card in his hand. Under his stern glare ı couldn't help but look away shyly. When ı realised how stupid ı was acting ı stopped my foolishness and turned to look at him with my chin up and confidence in my eyes. However it all sort of vanished when ı saw his little smile. It wasn't a smirk, and it wasn't fake. For once he actually seemed to be smiling, slightly. I stared like a fool before quickly looking away again. Why was ı being so stupid? Sehun cleared his throat and went past me into the bedroom. When the door closed behind me ı let out a deep breath and patted my forehead as if ı was sweating. Why did ı feel so nervous? Perhaps because we were in a house, together and alone. The thought made me uncomfortable though ı knew nothing would happen. I wouldn't let anything happen, ı told myself sternly. A few minutes later Sehun reappeared.

"It's bad to wear your coat indoors" he said to me in a dull voice. I made a face but took my coat off anyway, hanging it up in the coat cupboard. When ı turned around ı saw Sehun still standing there with that little smile on his face again. "Follow me" he instructed before walking across the room and into the kitchen. I on my teeth behind him, tempted to turn away and lock myself in my room. The kitchen was a large square room, mainly black and white. There was a marble top island in the middle of the black tiled room. I sat on one of the leather bar stools as ı watched him look around the white, gloss cabinets. Did he already know where all the food was?

"How does an omelette sound?" He asked me as he looked around the cupboards. I clutched my stomach. I hadn't actually noticed how hungry ı was. "Good" ı said enthusiastically. He got out the ingredients and ı watched him work. I had never cooked a meal myself unless it was Ramyun. He got to work quickly and ı watched in awe. His quick hands seemed so skilful. I looked away before ı would be staring. Then Sehun suddenly gave this little sneeze. It was so cute that ı couldn't help but look up and giggle. Who knew he could make such a cute sound? He sneezed again and glared at me when ı laughed. "Yah, who's fault is it that ı'm getting ill?" He snapped. I frowned, but knew he was right. He had only just got out of the shower, his hair still wet even now, before ı forced him outside where it was cold and the rain was falling lightly. His shirt was slightly wet, so he had been outside. It was no wonder he was getting a cold. And yet he still came back and cooked for me. My cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

"Sorry" ı mumbled. Sehun seemed surprised at my sudden politeness but smiled anyway. I coughed uncomfortably and looked away. Soon the food was done. He sat opposite to me on the kitchen island. I tried to keep my eyes away from his face as we ate. Though it was just a simple omelette, it was delicious and ı quickly devoured it. Sehun laughed and made me another one. I watched him suspiciously. He was different to the Sehun ı knew before. He even stayed with me after he had finished eating. I suddenly put my fork down, abandoning my half eaten food and staring suspiciously at Sehun's face. He looked surprised. "What's wrong?" He asked warily, dropping his phone onto the black marble top. I propped up my elbows onto the table, resting my head on my hands and staring at every detail of his face. I couldn't help but notice how good looking he was. I banished the thought from my mind.

"You" ı murmured mysteriously. He fidgeted slightly. "Me? Why?" He asked innocently. I narrowed my eyes. "Just because...it's weird." He raised an eyebrow, probably thinking ı had lost my mind. "What's weird?" He said slightly sceptic-ally. "Everything. Why do you seem to know everything? Even the engagement, you knew about it before me. Why? I'm guessing you also knew about the announcement party, not to mention ı saw you at the headquarters. Why were you there? Why do you know more than ı do?" I questioned, speaking rather quickly. He blinked in a daze for a few seconds before coming back to his senses. That stupid smirk appeared on his face. I had wondered where it had been for so long.

"Is this how you thank someone in Europe? You interrogate them first?"He asked sarcastically. I my teeth at his sudden attitude. "Yah! Did you know about living here too?" I snapped. He simply shook his head. "No. I was just as surprised as you were." I scoffed. Yeah right, like ı'd believe him. He smirked once more. "Maybe the reason for why ı'm told more about everything, is because unlike you ı act my age" he said, raising an eyebrow before standing up. I stared furiously at his retreating figure before throwing the rest of his food away and pacing around the kitchen, trying to settle my nerves whilst thinking about what to do next. I whipped out my phone and clicked on the contact. He didn't pick up the first couple of times, but on the third try Secretary Cha finally answered.

"Yah, is the old man trying to ignore me?" I snapped before the greeting. Secretary Cha sighed. "Jessica" he said calmly. "Put him on the phone" ı demanded. "Quickly" ı prompted after sensing his hesitation. He sighed in defeat and a few seconds later ı was connected to my dad's line. "Yah, move me out" ı snapped. "You have no where else to go" he answered. "Move me into somewhere else then! Away from Sehun! Or let me come back home!" I yelled. To my surprise he chuckled quietly. "Yah, fool, why would ı do that? You have to stay there, or else you have no where else to go. Even if it starts snowing at night, ı won't let you back into the house, so don't even think about returning. Just do as ı say, for once" then he hung up. I wrapped my hand tightly around my phone, tempted to throw it against the wall to relieve my frustration. I settled for stamping my feet and pacing the room.

After a while of deep thinking and soul searching, ı realised with dread that ı was not going to win this battle. I knew my dad would keep to his words when he had said he wouldn't let me in back home, so if ı left here ı would be homeless. I would be living on the streets like a rat or spending the night at a stinking sauna. I couldn't live in a sauna! I got the idea to phone Kyle and ask him to let me stay there, but ı was still mad at him for betraying me at the party and knew he wouldn't go against dad anyway. He's just tell me to put up with it. And regretfully ı knew that was what i'm going to have to do. This time, my dad won.