A/N: Hi everyone ^^ 

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>>SO EUN'S POV<<

Kris was finally done eating and he repeated his question once again.

I only nodded as an answer even if I was forced to agree. I wanted to find out why he was being nice to me lately, but I didn't want to be so curious. It wasn't right. 

I watched Kris getting up and leaving the kitchen. I showed him the different rooms, although there weren't many rooms here.

"And that's my bedroom. It's not very big but this is the place where I sleep." I told him and was about to leave my bedroom to show Kris the garden, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back in my bedroom. 

"Yah, don't leave like that. I want to look around a bit." Kris replied and entered my bedroom. 

"So this is your bedroom." Kris slowly nodded and walked through the room. "It looks welcoming and comfortable. And how do you compose your songs?" 

I entered my bedroom as well and pointed on the piano next to my desk. I attracted Kris's attention, because he headed towards the instrument and observed it with his eyes.

Kris took a seat on the piano bench and I waited until he started to play something, but he didn't. 

I was wondering if he even knew how to play the piano. Since he also wrote some songs, including the rap part for one of my songs. Or did he play any instruments? Was this another thing he was bad at? 

No.

"I almost doubted that you can play the piano." I said jokingly and took a seat beside him. 

Kris slightly coughed and removed his fingers from the keys. "You should actually play for me since you are my slave. So go ahead." He crossed his arms over his chest and hinted me to play instead. 

"What shall I play for you, Mr. Poker face?" This man probably wanted to change the subject.

Well, Mr. Kris, you are lucky that you have a personal slave now.

"Just anything. The latest song you've composed for example, I want to listen to it." Kris demanded and told me to hurry up. I nodded and did as I was told. Kris watched me pressing the notes and this made me nervous.

Those sharp eyes blinked a few times but they never left me. 

Once I finished the song, I noticed Kris slowly nodding his head before getting up with his hands in his pockets. 

"Let's go into the garden." I smiled at him and left my bedroom. 

Kris would call me early in the morning so I would buy him some cola and watch their dance practice afterwards. 

Kris would call me at noon so I would cook for him at my house, of course.

Kris would call me in the middle of the night so I would play the piano for him or just simply sing my latest songs for him to fall asleep. 

It was tiring to always show up whenever Kris called me, but it was my fault since I lost the bet. I didn't care, at least I found out a bit more about Kris. And someday, he'd open himself for someone. I wasn't sure if Kris would. Or maybe he already did. 

"It's really nice here." Kris added and looked around. "The house might be small, but it looks very nice and comfortable." 

I smiled at Kris because I was thinking that his words were real. I've lived here ever since eomma decided to stay in San Francisco and she sent me to this place because she couldn't take care of me. I never wanted to live in a big house, but I wanted to live with the people I loved.

Eomma might not be here in Seoul, but at least Auntie was here and even if I already spent over thirtee