Chapitre Trois

Yuri tried looking at it with a different perspective. Maybe her life is in danger and Yoona is a savior. Maybe Yuri has some information she doesn’t realize and Yoona is protecting her. Maybe Yuri has witnessed something she doesn’t remember and Yoona is keeping her safe. In any case, she tried to make Yoona the good guy because her heart didn’t want to believe that Yoona is a threat to her.

After that night, Yoona had been gentler to her. She didn’t bring out the gun very often and let her sleep on the bed every night. It had already been a week since Yuri had been a hostage but she didn’t bother asking. She didn’t want to. She decided she could go on as events unfolded as long as Yoona kept her by her side. There must be a reason, there has to be.

The longest conversation they had in that week was Yoona asking her if she wanted coffee. Because they had run out of it, and Yoona just wanted to make sure someone actually demanded for it in the house. Then she made a call and Yuri understood she ordered for someone to bring a pack of coffee powder along.

We’re having a visitor. She thought. Then realized she referred of them as two people living under the same roof now. That night she wondered how different it would’ve been if they were actually just two roommates watching movies during weekends and baking together on Sundays.

“How often do you buy groceries?” Yuri asked one day, observing the fridge that was empty expect for a few beer cans.

Yoona looked up from her phone and looked disturbed as usual. With each call she made all day, her face just started scrunching up little by little.

“You are hungry?” she asked and knitted her eyebrows while scrolling through the screen.

“No just….nothing.” she closed the fridge’s door and trailed off into the kitchen. It was emptier, just a few eggs and some spinach near the sink.

Maybe this is why Yoona is so anorexic - her neglect of proper nutrition. What if she has an eating disorder? Yuri thought and stared off at her sitting in the room, biting her thumbnail as she made yet another call. Yuri regretted not taking French classes instead of Spanish.

Except for occasional silent eye contacts that lasted longer than necessary but weren’t awkward, the only progress so far was Yuri cooking their meals now. She wasn’t sure how it ended up into this but she slowly took over the stove and began making all their breakfasts and early dinners. And she made sure Yoona ate a lot. The fridge was getting filled up too, Yoona bringing everything Yuri asked for by night. Except coffee. Yuri was still waiting for it.

And it finally arrived about two weeks later. So did a blonde haired tall boy with spectacles. He also had a few multicolored hair streaks and wore a ring on each finger with tiny skulls. And he was handsome, breathtakingly handsome.

He entered the room only carrying a brown paper bag that smelled of coffee, ruffling a hand through his unique unkempt hair, and yelled with a smirk,

“YOUR BROTHER IS BACK !”

***

Yuri gulped. A tall fair guy. Fair guy…

Pale men were always her weakness and the one sitting infront of her right now was making her heart go through a never ending rollercoaster. Apparently, the lonesome girl she had been living off with had an only younger brother.

“Name is Sehun.” He shook her hand and smiled playfully. The smile he knew can steal hearts.

“The coffee boy.” Yuri said and bit her cheeks to stop herself from grinning at the thought of touching him. Biuality has its perks, she thought.

“I can keep you more active than coffee.” He winked and Yuri felt blood rush to her cheek. That’s when Yoona hit the top of his head and he spat back in French.

They were very alike; appearance and behavior. Looks wise both were rosy and utterly gorgeous with crystalic eyes that could freeze anyone with one strong glare. Weirdly dyed hair, long necks and slim long fingers, and a mystic aura. Behavior wise? Loud mouths with no filter.

Almost twins, Sehun was still the livelier one.

Yoona returned with three mugs of coffee and Sehun shifted to sit next to Yuri, taking her hand in his and grazing it gently.

“How has this witch been to you?” he asked while pointing at Yoona and she hissed at him. Sehun’s accent was thick too but atleast his sentences were longer and made more grammatical sense.

“She’s nice.” Yuri answered and looked at the mentioned girl who was already taking sips of the hot beverage. Sure she scared her to death (by the threat of death), but Yuri had been warned so it was her fault anyway.

“Cannot believe.” Sehun shook his head and continued playing with her arm. A smooth flirt.

Yuri saw the gun resting in the pocket of his jeans right below the dagger that sat gracefully along his belt. She figured he must be a gangster like his sister too.

***

Sehun stepped out of the kitchen with a slice of pizza stuffed in his mouth. He brought two boxes along saying he knew young girls like Yuri love it. One thing was for sure – Sehun had a lot of considering those playboy skills and the charming cologne.

“Where is the ?” he asked while munching on, dropping himself on the couch across her.

“Showering.” Yuri said and straightened her back, pushing a front strand behind her ear.

“How long have you been here?”

Yuri thought. How long to be exact?

“About…a month now.”

“Hmmm.” It was his turn to think. His face tensed up just like Yoona and he counted something on his fingers, sighing with relief next.

“Do…you…know why am I here?” she asked.

“Yoona did not tell you?”

Yuri shook her head and he his bottom lip in thought, looking around the room.

“It is better if she will tell you. When she wants to.”

There were more questions bubbling up inside her and he knew so he whistled and continued eating the slice to give the hint ‘I’m not telling you anything’.

“How come you speak French?” Yuri asked instead, giving up on the question of her abduction all together. He raised a confused brow. “I mean…you both look pretty Asian to me.” Fact enough both had no characteristics of looking European except speaking like one.

“Oh,” he sounded like he was used to this question as he began “you got confused too. Hmm. You see, me and my sister….we’re French on top. But our mother….her family….what do you call it…heritage…is Russian….so she was half Russian and half French. But then my father…he is Japanese but his relatives are half French.” He said and Yuri just blinked. He sighed and retreated, leaning back on the couch. “In short, me and my sister are Russian from the roots but full French, our face is a blessing of Japan and we speak a salad of bull.”

“Your mother was French and your father was Japanese.” Yuri tried to sum it up and