Sehun was discharged later that day. His mother had to leave for work sometime around lunch and Chanyeol had classes, so it was left to me to take Sehun home. Apparently he was unable to be alone because of his concussion. And of course ı would be stuck playing babysitter. The driver rode us home, which resulted in an awkward ride home. "Driver-nim" Sehun said. "Yes young master" the driver said, peeking at us through the review mirror. "Stop at the convenient store please" Sehun requested. The driver simply bowed his head and switched lanes. "Why are we stopping there?" ı asked, looking up from my lap in curiosity. Sehun had his eyes closed, his head rested on the back of his chair. "I'm thirsty" he explained. I rolled my eyes, annoyed. Why did he have to make the journey longer just because he was thirsty? It was awkward enough. "Can't you just wait until we get home?" ı said, letting him know through my tone that was the obvious thing to do. He shook his head, smirking slightly. "No" he answered stubbornly. I scoffed but didn't bother to argue my point, staring out of the window. Eventually we reached the store. Sehun pulled out five thousand won from his pocket and held it out to me. "Here, buy me some chocolate milk" he waved the money in front of my face, his eyes still closed. I scoffed and knocked his hand away. "Do ı look like your slave?" ı snapped. He finally opened his eyes and sat up, hissing and massaging his head. I knew it was just an act. "Oh my head. The concussion is still causing me pain. You know, the one that you caused" he said, hissing in fake pain again. I gritted my teeth and glared at him with a dark expression. "What's that got to do with it?" ı forced out. He smirked and tilted his head towards me slightly. "Since you caused my temporary disability..." he began. I rolled my eyes. He was barely disabled. There was only a certain number of things he couldn't do, and getting his own drink was not one of them. "...it's only right for you to take care of me until I'm better. Isn't that right? Furthermore, buying this for me counts as caring" he explained. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "You wish" ı snapped. He hissed again and held his head in pain. "Ahh, the pain! It hurts soooo much. If only a certain someone hadn't injured me. Perhaps ı wouldn't be in so much agony" he emphasised every word, making sure the guilt would be etched into my heart like a tattoo. I growled at him and snatched the money out of his hand, clicking my tongue and swinging open the car door. Sehun smirked in triumph. "Aish, you might as well as fight for compensation" ı snapped. He snickered and sighed, closing his eyes once more. "Don't tempt me" he muttered before ı slammed the door shut. I stalked into the stupid convenient store, picking his stupid chocolate milk off of the stupid shelf and walking up to the stupid till, paying with his stupid money before collecting his stupid change. "Here's you're stupid chocolate milk" ı snapped at him when ı returned to the car, throwing it at his chest. It hit him hard and he groaned upon impact, rubbing his chest. I slammed the door shut and refused to speak for the rest of the ride. He didn't even thank me. However, despite my annoyance ı couldn't help but notice the difficulty Sehun walked with, walking like an old man. At fast movements his face contorted in pain and guilt sank into my stomach like ten led weights. Realistically it had been my fault he got a concussion. I should have watched my step more carefully. Seeing him struggle made my throat tighten, which only made me more frustrated at Sehun. Who was he to make me feel all guilty and rubbish because of one simple injury? Swallowing my infamous stubbornness ı grabbed his bag from him, which carried all his text books from Monday and extra supplies. It actually was quite heavy. I cleared my throat uncomfortably when he opened his mouth to thank me. He closed it, getting my message, and we both remained silent. However ı could just sense his smirk, like it was some sort of pandemic disease. "Oh shut up" ı snapped when his smirk grew wider and he started to hum in triumph. He chuckled but didn't say anything else. The lift arrived at our floor and opened with a melody. I walked out ahead of Sehun and opened the door. The apartment hadn't been in habitation for a day, not that it had looked in habitation before anyway, which is kind of depressing if you think about it. The maids and housekeeper that usually appear when we are out do a perfect job at cleaning the apartment and making sure it looked neat and presentable, like a show room instead of an actual home. A bit too perfect if you asked me. Sehun walked ahead of me and landed with a blissful sigh on the sofa. He reached for the TV remote but it was just a bit too far. Sehun turned to me with a cutesy smile. "Jess-ssiiii" he said in a sweet tone. "Get it for me. I think if ı do my head might hurt again" he pouted and pointed to the remote that was about an inch from his hand. I scoffed, biting the inside of my cheeks in frustration before chucking his bag onto his chest. He groaned and pouted. "Yah, ı asked nicely" he protested, rubbing his chest. I rolled my eyes. "Do ı look like your slave?" I retorted. His smile was half way to becoming a smirk."You should be. After all, it was you who caused me to have a concussion" he said, saying his words in a burdening tone. I opened my mouth to protest but nothing came out as my mind went blank. I couldn't help but admit he had a point. "Whatever. I'll only do actual chores for you. You can get that stupid remote yourself" ı snapped, defending my side. He smirked. "Okay but then..." He lifted the bag from his chest and held it out to me. "Put this in my room...slave" he said. I scoffed in offence before snatching the bag from him. "Aigoo" ı said in anger and kicked the bottom of his foot. I smiled as ı turned away at his exclamation of pain. After that one night ı got to sleep in the main bedroom, Sehun had reclaimed it, partly by force, and ı was now stuck with the spare bedroom. Not that anything was wrong with the spare bedroom, it was just...ı hated it's decor. No one wants a room that's completely white. My parents were fully aware of this, which is why ı suspected it was decorated like that. Those sly parents. I suppose they thought that would get me to share a room with Sehun. It would take a lot more than bad decor to make me sleep in the same bed as him. A lot more. Sehun was surprisingly neater than ı thought he'd be, which frustrated me even more for no particular reason. I chucked the bag on the floor and slammed the door as ı went out of the room. I was about to go straight to my own room but Sehun stopped me along the way. "Ahem" he coughed loudly to get my attention. I sighed and turned to him with a hostile glare. "What?" I snapped. He sighed theatrically. "I'm hungry" he complained. I rolled my eyes and began to walk again. "Wait!" He yelled. I stopped and turned to him. "What?!" I yelled in frustration. He pouted and tilted his head sideways. "Cook me something" he said cutely. I was slightly dumbfounded by how a jerk like him could act and look so cute. "Fine" ı said gloomily and stalked off to the kitchen. I got out a packet of Ramyun and slid it across the counter as ı went to the kettle. Before ı switched it on Sehun entered the kitchen and stopped me, unplugging the kettle from the wall. I frowned at him, frustrated. "Yah, what are you doing?" I snapped. Did he want me to make him food or not? He put the Ramyun back into the cupboard. "I can't eat that. My face will get all bloated" he complained, theatrically his cheeks. I scoffed. "You're such a girl" ı muttered. He frowned and flicked my forehead. "Aigoo, just because some of us want to look after ourselves" he defended. I rolled my eyes. "Now, make me some proper food" he instructed. I frowned and fiddled with a loose thread on my jumper, which ı desperately needed to change out of. "I can't" ı answered sheepishly. I knew ı was going to be laughed at, and it would be even more annoying because it was Sehun. "Why?" He asked. I shrugged. "I don't know how to cook" ı answered. I peaked up shyly from my lashes and expected Sehun to laugh, but he just smiled. He didn't smirk, but instead he gave a genuine smile. However it quickly disappeared. I felt my heart jump and quickly looked away, ignoring just how attractive he had looked a second ago. I heard him sigh. "Why didn't ı think of that sooner? Of course you can't" he muttered in an odd, almost pity tone, beginning to look around the cupboards. I turned to him, suddenly furious at his comment. "Yah, what's that supposed to mean?!" I snapped, crossing my arms and glaring at him. He turned to me and smirked, seeming unaware of my hostility. "Well, it's kinda obvious you can't cook. You've never had to, and why would you bother learning if you had people to do it for you, right?" He said, raising an eyebrow and smirking again. I gritted my teeth in anger. Who the hell did he think we was?! Sehun didn't know me one bit, and ı intended to keep it that way. He had no place to judge me. We weren't even married! "Jerk" ı muttered before unnecessarily shoving past him and storming away to the spare room. I slammed the door shut and stood in the middle of the room. I couldn't think of anything to do and was too angry to do anything anyway. Out of frustration ı kicked the dresser next to me. That probably did more harm to my toe than to the dresser. Sehun's POV: Being with Jess felt weird. To me, she was weird. Strange, and different. There was just something about her. Similar to a pull. It wasn't attraction or fancy, but curiosity and something else that ı couldn't name. Almost everything about Jess fascinated me. Be it her tanned complexion or her short temper, ı ended up finding myself wanting to know more about her. Perhaps it was when ı first met her. My future wife, someone ı had never met before. We didn't get off to the best start, but it started a game in my head. A game where ı knew someone would get hurt. And it got more serious the more ı was around her. It made my curiosity for her grow. Because though she was like me, ı realised she was different in some ways, and ı found myself wanting to know how. Perhaps that started at the engagement party, because after that night she looked different to me. I realised that there was more to this person than what ı first thought, and at that time ı hadn't realised how similar she was to what ı had been. But something else inside me didn't want to get too close to this person. Something told me she would be like salt to my wounds that hadn't yet healed, and so ı shouldn't get too close. I shouldn't let myself fall into a trap she didn't know she had set. A trap that didn't just involve the two of us, but Jong In was also included. Perhaps that was what made it so scary, and dangerous. And so ı shouldn't let myself fall for her tricks. I shouldn't fall for the sparkle in her eyes, or melt at the sight of her smile. After all, we weren't getting married out of love. And ı knew Jessica wouldn't hesitate if she got the chance to cancel the engagement. The marriage was just business, and that's all it would be, so ı should stop myself from tying my heart to her. Or else it would just be torn apart again. Because of all that, ı stopped myself from falling when ı felt the ground disappear from under my feet. I knew ı had to turn it back to what we had been when we first met. Two strangers linked by an engagement that was between two companies. Feelings were not a factor in our futures. And so the smile on my face that had been locked away for so long was back in it's cage. If there was one thing about Jessica ı knew well, it was her stubbornness. Her stubbornness and short temper, because they were so similar to mine. "Why didn't ı think of that sooner? Of course you can't" ı muttered, trying to hide any emotion in my tone that would give me away. I knew ı had insulted her, and ı felt a pang of guilt as her face fell in hurt. I knew perfectly how to reach her weak points, and if she didn't hide them soon they would be great disadvantages to her in the future. "Yah, what's that supposed to mean?!" She suddenly yelled. I didn't even flinch, expecting the blow. I turned to her and smirked, an expression ı had known instantly would tick her off when ı first met her. "Well, it's kinda obvious you can't cook. You've never had to, and why would you bother learning if you had people to do it for you, right?" Even to myself ı knew my expression, tone, body language, everything was making me look like a jerk. A cold person who looked down on everyone else and thought highly of himself. Someone who judged people before getting to know them and someone who didn't trust people enough to get to know them in the first place. That was the type of person Jess should see me as, to stop us both from hurting in the future. "Jerk" she said under her breath. The word was sharp and cut through my chest like a razor but ı kept my expression clean. She purposely shoved past me and stormed away to her room. Only when she had disappeared did ı let the hurt show on my face, my eyes apologetic. Only it was too late to apologise now, and impossible to apologise for what would come in the future. But ı did it anyway. "I'm sorry, Ji Yoon-ah, for hitting your weak points. And ı'm sorry you're trapped with someone like me. I'm selfish to act like this, ı know...but ı can't stop. I don't want to. I can't get hurt again, and with you it's too similar to what happened before. I want to mend our broken bonds, so please, don't repeat history and push me and Jong In further away. And what's more, don't repeat history and cause me to fall for you. And then if ı do, don't throw me away. I don't want to repeat history, and have my heart destroyed once more. So please, forgive me...and stay away" ı whispered in a soft voice, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I blinked them away and left the kitchen, walking into my room. I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night, my mind carrying me away to a blank world where nothing was wrong because nothing was there. It was a place ı often turned to when things were getting hard. A plain world with no one but me and a familiar female figure that stood far away from me, out of reach. Soon ı fell into the dream of the white room.