He really wanted to hate her. He really really did. Ever since he agreed to have her move in, he wanted to despise her. Have a little fun and make the move difficult.

But goddamnit, she was too attractive to loathe on.

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She and Minhyuk showed up-- as expected -- later than their scheduled arrival time. They blamed the traffic, but after seeing the horribly, pathetically taped boxes that now sat on his guest room floor, he figured Seungyeon had done some last minute packing.

The moment the elevator doors to his penthouse opened, he was expecting her jaws to drop at her new residence. Surely she had never been in a Penthouse before, right? But instead, she flashed a charming smile, took his hand and shook it, and gave a slight bow.

"You save me," she said, winking. "I owe you."

And before he could even respond or take his hand out of her gasp, she backed away to start moving boxes, never once glancing around the grandiose apartment. Jonghyun didn't know what offended him more: her, for not commenting how nice his penthouse was. Or him, for finding it endearing that she was not the materialistic type.

It didn't take long for Jonghyun to notice that she was different. And attractive, most especially.

The way she dressed was frustratingly fashionable; clean, simple yet classy. Her casual fashion were jeans that were the perfect fit for her long, slender leges and although her button-down polo looked nice, it was far too plaid for his taste. He had always liked girls who have long hair. Fortunately, Seungyeon's hair was long and wavy. He sort of wanted to rake his fingers through it and tuck those dangling strands behind her ears. And her eyes. It was rounded and light brown in color. Sometimes he would steal glances just to look at it. 

Seungyeon brought less stuff than he assumed she would, which made him relieved in a way. He didn't expect her to sparsely decorate the penthouse with her belongings, but it was nice knowing it would still feel and look his.

Seungyeon moved efficiently and quietly, bringing the boxes up the elevator, from the