THE DRAMA

On the way to his house.

There's a silence for 15 minutes. Well I don't know what to talk about. He's new to me. Okay.. what should I talk about? Wait his parents dead already? "Jungkook, can I ask you something?" I tapped his shoulder. But he doesn't reply me. Rude. Are you living alone? Well since you said that your parents de- "yes I am" he answer before I could finish my words. Okay maybe he's not in the mood to talk about it. Sorry. I mumbled alone.

After 40 minutes walking from school, we still not arrived yet. "Jungkook! Are we arrived yet?" I walked like a zombie. Tried to catch my breath. "Jungkook!! Answer me!!" I yelled pointing him. This boy. I run again to him. "Yah! I'm asking are we-" "we're here" facing me. Oh. I look my right. Oh. My. God. He's a rich kid. Its a big bungalow. "Woah you lived here? Woahhh I didn't know that rude boy like you would live here!" I hold the gate, tip toeing trying to look inside the house. "Is this automatic gate, open the gat-" "come in" I turn back. He is heading to main door of house behind me. What? "Wait, so you don't own this fcking big house?" He opened the door and let it open. "Wahhh this kid! Yah! So why we stopped here if your house was behind?" No use to yell. He will ignore me then.

I entered the house and close the main door. I'm facing the living room which doesn't seem like a 'living' room. What a mess. Smelly. Ugh smells like alcohol. It looked like it doesn't been cleaned for, I don't know forever? I scrunched my nose. But then Jungkook look at me. I put my hand out. Then he turns to upstairs. We both entered to his room. Okay its just a simple. Not mess as the living room. But the atmosphere, it feels loneliness here. If you get what I meant. But why it smells like iron something. No. Smells like... blood! Okay this getting creepy. "Hey, don't want hire me as your maid? I'm a girl all the way." Get my sarcasm hah? "Sorry, I don't take uglyass maid" throw his bag on the floor. He then laid on his mattress. Guess what? He don't own any bed. I dont know what to give him. Pathetic or sympathy face. Sigh. "Okay, let us take this fast. Do you have any laptop? Computer? Okay tablet probably?" Because I don't see any table or desk in his room. Just his 'bed', toilet door perhaps and a book. That's all. Yup. He put his arm on his head and other hand pull out something from his pocket. His phone. Smartphone by the way." I have this only, take it" slide his phone to me. I rolled my eyes. . I took