Minwoo stared at the keys he had in his hands. Barom had given him those keys. He had also gave him a phone. Why did I trust him so easily? The male reached for the phone when he felt it vibrate. It was a call and it had a picture of Barom. 

"Did you find it?"

"Yeah, I'm in front of it."

"That's good then, well make yourself comforable while I'm gone."

"You're not coming back?!"

"I'm in Cheonju right now. I'll be back say...next week. But I doubt I would stay here, I mean. I'm from Austrailia."

The words rang clearly through Minwoo's head. The young male nodded before replying with a soft "Ok." He put the phone back in his pocket and opened the door. He was greeted with the smell of cologne and coffee. He scrunched his nose before walking in and setting his bag on the ground. He's known Barom for a while now ever since the coffee incident. He closed the door before going to the windows, opening them. The spring air going into the apartment. Minwoo took off his shoes and shirt, feeling confident in himself. He walked over to the bathroom and awed at the beautiful tub filled with warm water. Barom probably had it ready or some , he thought as he stripped off his remaining clothes. Minwoo stepped in and felt the warmness fill him up. He la