Jung Hye POV

“What do you MEAN, YOU DON’T HAVE THE KEYS?!”

I dropped my bags of grocery down that I was carrying in my hands.

Jonghyun scratched his head. “Sorry. I forgot.”

“But didn’t you come back in, just to get your keys?”

We were both right outside the front door of our apartment, back from shopping.

And Jonghyun was scratching the back of his head.

“Oh, you know when before we went out, I said I forgot my keys?”

I nodded, trying not to say anything unless I blurt out something angry again.

“Well, umm, you see, I totally forgot about it. And, I, umm, well-“

“Continue…”

“I forgot to get the keys, and you just came out of the house too, and so we never got the keys in the end.”

I am furiously disappointed.

We’re locked out of our own house. Where are we supposed to go? What are we supposed to do with all these groceries? Wait for them to go bad? BUT WE BOUGHT ICE CREAM! IT’LL MELT!

“BUT THE ICE CREAM WILL MELT!” I complained, then ran to my window. Hoping that maybe it was open, and I opened it before, and we can open it more and we can climb in and have a place to sleep tonight.

But it wasn’t open.

In fact, it was dead closed.

And I couldn’t even see my poor little room through the curtains.

“Well? Is the window open?” Jonghyun asked.

I shook my head and glared at him.

“WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?” I stomped my feet and slid down on the wall. I can’t believe this! Do I have to go back to my parents’ house? Then they will be like, HA, TOLD YOU SO JUNG HYE, YOU CANNOT MANAGE BY YOURSELF AFTER ALL! But what else to do? Stay up here all night? SLEEP HERE?

Suddenly an image of Jonghyun and I leaning against the wall sleeping popped up in my mind. My head was lying on his shoulder, and-

STOP JUNG HYE. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING. NO. YOU DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN. NO.

“Um… well do you happen to have anything sharp on you?” Jonghyun said as he stood over me.

Sharp things? WHY WOULD HE WANT SHARP THINGS FOR? Maybe I misheard… “Uh. What?”

“Earrings? Scissors? Anything sharp?”

I looked up at him, even from this angle he looked really good, and that is kind of unfair considering the fact that most people are meant to look really bad from below.  “Earrings? Yeah, I’m wearing a pair, why?”

“Give them to me.”

“Why?”

He sighed, “Well since you are so angry at the prospect of staying out, I will unlock the door.”

“Unlock the door with just my earring? Huh, as if you can do that!”

Jonghyun held his hand out towards me. WAS HE OFFERING ME HIS HAND TO HELP ME GET UP?

“Just give me the earrings please.”

Ok. Of course he wasn’t Jung Hye. DO YOU REALLY THINK HE WOULD DO SUCH A NICE THING?
I give him my earrings and stand up, “You know this isn’t going to work.”

Jonghyun ignores me and fiddles with my earring, bending the metal part of it.

“HEY ARE YOU BREAKING MY EARRINGS!”

He bends down so he’s eye level with the keyhole before poking in the earring.

“I really don’t think-“

Click.

My mouth drops open. “Wait did you just-“  I begin saying before Jonghyun straightens up, gives me a smug look and opens the door of our house.

Just. Like. That.

HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT!? IS OUR DOOR REALLY THAT EASY TO PICK OPEN? OH MY GOSH DOESN’T THAT MEAN THAT ANY RANDOM STRANGER CAN JUST COME TO OUR HOUSE SHOVE IN SOME EARRINGS AND THEN OUR DOOR WOULD OPEN?

“See.” He says as he grabs our groceries and starts bringing them inside, “you shouldn’t have gotten so worked up! Told you I can fix it.”

He sets the groceries down when he realizes that I haven’t yet moved from my spot, and then raises his eyebrow. “Why are you still there?”

“Oh. Well. Right.” I said, and I started to walk back in empty handed, as Jonghyun has carried in all our groceries.

How did he do that?

“And, here’s your earrings. Sorry I bent them.” Jonghyun said, and he presented me my earrings, and I took it from his hand. His hands are smooth. And moist. Wait, no, what am I talking about? It was only a little swish of Jonghyun’s hand!

Right, Jung Hye, think acceptable thoughts. “Ahem,” I cleared my throat. “It’s alright, but how did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“The thing. You know.”

“What thing?”

“The thing! What you did just then! My earrings, unlocking the door!”

He raised his eyebrow again. “You just said it... I used your earrings. And unlocked the door....”

“BUT HOW?”

“Well uhh, if you want to know the mechanics of it, when I stick in the piece of metal from your earring, and twist it around clockwise-“

“Where did you ever learn that?”

Suddenly his face becomes blank and the atmosphere becomes quiet and eerie. But that may be because of the crickets chirping outside. I don’t really like crickets at night, because sometimes they disturb my sleep.

“Uh. The ice cream’s melting, and we’re both hungry, so let’s get cooking!” He says instead joyfully, and he picks up the plastic bag with the ice cream and shoves it in the fridge.

“Hey! Why did you change the subject for?? HOW DID YOU LEARN HOW TO PICK A LOCK?”

“No reason! Lots of people know how to! You’ve just been living underneath a rock!”

“Normal people don’t go around picking locks! And you did it so smoothly too!”

Jonghyun ignores me.

So suspicious! Reminds me of the rumours, maybe there was some truth to him being a gang leader? Why else would he know such a thing?

But then suddenly, my stomach grumbled and all my thoughts of Jonghyun and the lock ran away to the back of my mind.

I walk to the kitchen, where Jonghyun already was unpacking the groceries and I start helping him

“Hey! That’s not where the cookies go! It’s meant to go in the cupboard on your right! AND THE RICE GOES IN THE CUPBOARD UNDERNEATH NOT ABOVE!!” He says as he take hold of my wrist and takes the cookies out of my hand.

WHY DOES HE KEEP ON TOUCHING MY HANDS? WHY DID HIS HANDS HAVE TO FEEL SO NICE AND SOFT? No, I must not think like that. Lots of people have soft hands! Such as- “HEY JONGHYUN! WHY ARE YOU SUCH A MUM! TELLING ME WHERE THE FOOD GOES!!”

 “How am I like a mum?!”

“You are! You act exactly like a mum! Organising where all the food goes! I bet you learnt this off your own mum!”

He stops unpacking for a moment and looks at me with a frown on his face “No, I didn’t. I learnt off my dad. You can cook tonight, I’ll cook tomorrow.” He says eyes staring into mine. And something about his eyes, about how serious and intense they looked stopped me from arguing with him.

He holds eye contact for a moment longer before looking away and walking out of the kitchen.

I stand, staring after him. What was that about?

JongHyun POV

Why did she have to go on about families?

I mean, she could talk about her pet cats for all I care.

If she had pet cats.

And if I did care.

But, families?

Do I care?

Right.

But Jung Hye is so nosy. Why does she want to know everything anyways? I have my own privacy right?

Maybe I should start thinking about moving out.

But if I move out...

Wouldn’t I be just disappointing Dad?

I sighed and lightly put my hand over my forehead.

I don’t want to think about Dad.

Not at a time like this.

No.

Please don’t.

Not at a time like this.

No, oh no, oh no, this, no, just – no-

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” A girl’s scream came from the kitchen, Jung Hye’s. “CRAPPITY, oh CRAP, what, OW OW OW OW it hurtsssss nooooo OWWW!!”

I don’t feel like going over to see what’s happening.

Jung Hye POV

DAMMIT!

THAT JONGHYUN, JUST LEAVES ME TO DO IT ALL BY MYSELF, AND WHEN I START CUTTING CARROTS I JUST HAPPEN TO CUT MYSELF!

I stared at my blood ridden finger. It hurts. And all the red blood was flowing out. Soon the kitchen will be a red river. AND JONGHYUN WILL SCOLD ME. I KNOW HE WILL. HE WILL BE ALL LIKE YOU THINK GETTING BLOOD ON CARROTS IS HYGIENIC? YOU EXPECT ME TO EAT IT AFTER YOU DRIPPED ALL YOUR BLOOD? AND THEN I’LL JUST BE LIKE I’M SORRY!!! I MUST GET A FIRST AID KIT

NOW WHERE IS THE FIRST AID KIT?

IS THERE EVEN ANY IN THIS HOUSE?

I look to the living room, where I see Jonghyun, leaning against his wall and sitting down. I was too far to read his expression, but he was doing nothing. Except. Sitting there. But I just screamed! Wouldn’t a normal person check it out? But he was just, standing there! SUCH A MEAN HEARTLESS PERSON! IF  EVEN I HATED SOMEONE I WILL STILL GO CHECK IF THEY WERE SCREAMING!

MAYBE HE IS USE TO THE NOISE OF SCREAMING! OH MY GOSH! THAT MEANS EVEN IF A MURDERER CAME IN AND TRIED TO KILL ME, JONGHYUN WON’T DO A THING! HE WILL JUST BE LIKE MEH! WHO CARES IF THERE IS SOME SCREAMING GOING ON! AND I THOUGHT THAT WAS AN ADVANTAGE OF HAVING A GUY IN THE HOUSE.

But it is all okay because you know self defense Junghye!

I run over to him, towering over him because he was down on the floor.

“Hey Jonghyun, do you have a first aid kit? Or a bandage?”

Finally, he looked up at me.

Jonghyun POV

The second I look up, something wet drips onto my cheek.

“EWWW!” I cry out, and wipe my cheek, looking at the new red spot on my hand. “WHAT’S THAT!”

“Ah! Oops, I’m so sorry!” Jung Hye says and she kneels down to my level. “But do you have a bandage? I. Cut. Myself. You know, accidentally not on purpose!”

And it’s only then do a realise that Jung Hye had blood dripping down her finger.

A/N WE ARE SO SO SO TERRIBLY SORRY FOR LATE CHAPTER AGAIN!!!

We have realised that our story is going along VERY VERY SLOWLY!! AND DRAGGY!! SO WE WILL ATTEMPT TO MAKE IT MORE FAST PACED AND INTERESTING!!

ANY IDEAS OF HOW WOULD BE APPRECIATED <3

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