Slipping off my shoes, I cheerfully greeted Seyong's father, (who was in the lounge room watching television) and then whisked away into the kitchen to greet his mother, who was preparing for dinner. Whoa, everything looks so tasty, I can't wait to eat! I asked her if she needed any help, but she brushed it off. When I started to take out the utensils to set up at the table, she took them out of my hands and said that she had already beaten me to it.

Smiling, she then ushered me to go upstairs and change out of my uniform, and I nodded with a grin.

So far, it didn't feel so bad staying here at my, pretty much, second home. I did occasionally miss umma, but she would call here and there to check up on me, and fill us in with how grandma was doing.

And so far, everything seemed good, so that was, well...good?

Heading towards my room, I instantly stopped in my tracks when something made my ears perk up. Curious, I took a few steps backwards until I found myself in front of the bathroom door.

“Ohhhh yeah…” moaned a voice.

My eyes widen and I froze right away; isn’t that Seyong’s voice?! What’s hap—

“Oh God, this feels so nice!” he suddenly exclaimed, which made me almost jump three feet into the air.

What is happening?!

Clutching my chest, a horrified look slowly formed on my face, but at the same time, I couldn't help but press my ear closer towards the door. He couldn’t be…doing what I think he was doing, right?

...Right?!

No no no, he can't be!

At the thought of him trying to ‘release’ himself on his own, I suddenly felt incredibly dirty as I bolted into my room.

Ew, I’m going to be having nightmares for a month!

Shaking my head, I tried to distract myself by changing out of my uniform, and into my home clothes. Once that finished, I immediately made my way down into the kitchen, and I arrived there just as Seyong's mother set down a few of the side-dishes, onto the dining table.

“Where’s Seyongie?” she questioned, while walking back over to the stove.

“I think he’s still in the bathroom,” I replied, and then took a seat.

Yeah, still in the bathroom doing God knows what...

“Could you go and call him down for me?” she kindly asked, “I need to get the stew.”

My eye twitched.

But he's...he's...ugh.

Not wanting to refuse and be rude, I put on a forced smile and nodded, “Okay.”

I got out of my seat, and then unwillingly made my way back up the stairs, praying that he was already finished and out. Seriously, what kind of guy takes so long in the bathroom, anyway? But then again, he was doing...’stuff’ in there, so...

Eww, but why does he have to do that when I’m temporarily staying here?! Temporarily, man! Ah, I don’t think I can walk into the shower and know that possible traits of his ‘essence’ could be crawling around the place...and...Oh God, the thought of this all is just giving me goose bumps.

Without realizing it, I was already in front of the bathroom door, which made me inwardly groan.

Please be finished, please be finished, please be finished...

I noticed how the water wasn’t running anymore, so he was probably putting on his clothes. Well, he better be putting on his clothes, and not just admiring himself in the mirror, or something stupid like that.

Taking in a deep breath, I gave the white door a little knock. “Yah,” I began, “dinner’s ready, so hurry up and come.”

My eyes grew wide at the way I had worded that, and couldn’t help but think of how it somehow related back to what I had heard a little while ago. “I mean! Like...bah, just get your to the dinner table,” I eventually grumbled.

But strangely, there was no response.

Hmm, that’s odd...

Giving the door another knock, I made sure that it was a little louder than before. “Seyong, I know you can hear me,” I stated, only to get further silence in return.

Is he playing the 'ignoring' game with me again?

Pursing my lips to the side, I crossed my arms, “Fine, be that way!” With a scoff, I swiftly turned around, only to see the person that I had been trying to talk to, staring at me from the entrance of his bedroom.

And not only did I let out a started squeak because he had just seemed to appear out of thin air, but he was also ?!

Okay, not fully , because I think I would have just fainted from the grotesque shock, but he only had a towel covering his lower half. A freaking towel! Who the heck goes and walks around the house like that?! Especially when there’s a guest here, I repeat, a guest here, which happens to be a girl!

"Uh, food...food's...food's..." I furrowed my eyebrows at him, suddenly becoming aware of me unable to concentrate.

What the hell?

I really don't remember his body ever looking like...like that! And...and...why does he look like he actually has muscle?

Ah, I don't understand?!

Shaking those confusing thoughts away, I clicked my tongue in annoyance, "Goddamit, food's ready, and put on some clothes!"

Seyong chuckled for a bit, until a cheeky smirk made its way onto his face, as he took a step closer. "But my abs are made for everyone to see!" he merrily said, and then gestured towards them.

He then started to strike poses of all sorts, while rambling on about some shampoo that he had just bought. According to him, the shampoo feels very ‘lush’ in your hair, and is one of the most ‘amazing’ feelings that you could ever experience, or something; I have no idea. My main focus at the moment was on his towel, and if it was going to actually stay where it is, because he just wouldn’t stop twirling around.

Seriously, do you have any idea how dangerously loose that towel is right now, and what would happen if you just—

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Upon seeing the white cloth drop down onto the floor like how I had feared, I instantly scrambled down the stairs, and away from the now, completely red-head.

Once in the kitchen, Seyong's mother's startled expression greeted me. "Hyeri-ah, what happened?!" she quickly asked, panic evident on her face.

Seyong's father had also appeared in the room, looking confused and shocked at the same time. "What happened?!" he asked, while looking back and forward at me and his wife.

She shook her head at him. "I-I don't know!" she replied, and then looked back at me, "Hyeri-ah, speak to me!"

But I couldn't stop screaming, and the most I could do was shake my head to tell her 'no'.

"Okay okay, calm down, breaaaathe, breaaaathe," said my aunty figure, as she then made the motions of taking in deep breaths. She and her husband were doing the same 'calming' motions, which were kind of working.

When I eventually relaxed, Seyong's mother gently put her hands onto my shoulders. "Alright, tell us what happened, to make you scream like that," she softy said.

Just when I was about to speak, I saw how Seyong's father had redirected his gaze at something else from behind me. "Seyong!" he called out, "Did you do something to Hyeri again?!"

My eyes widen when I saw the (now completely dressed) red-head behind me with a sheepish smile, and the disturbing image of his -ness came flooding back at me all over again.

So I did the first thing that came to mind, and that was to run out into the backyard.

"Hyeri-ah, it's okay!" I heard Seyong's mother call out from inside, "He's not anymore!"