A/N Once again, a disclaimer. They be hyperactive freaks and talk a lot about it. That being said, healthy communication on the topic is the way to go. They are my favorite couple now. Sorry, Jeno & Bunny.  ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________  

So pick your poison, love, let's go somewhere a little more exclusive
Take a shot, take a chance, take my hand, boy
Tension so intense like an asteroid
Be discreet, gotta dodge all the tabloids

Let's not think too much, there ain't no problems
So long as we keep this
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low-key (ah, ah, ah, ah)

-Lowkey, NIKI

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________       My alarm rang at 7 a.m and I groaned, feeling Lucas’s arm around my waist. His leg was propped on my legs and I tried to kick him off but he was too heavy so I turned around halfway, my face inches away from his. Lucas was sleeping, his eyes shut and his breathing deep and slow. His lashes were long and the way his plump lips curved up made me think to myself how kissable they were.   I reached over to lay my palm against his shoulders, his skin smooth against mine when I slowly tried to push him away without waking him up. He stirred, his hands gripping onto the lower part of my stomach and I pressed my lips together, sliding under the blanket to slowly kick it away. He mumbled something under his breath, his hands traveling up to grab my s a little bit too roughly.   “Ow!”   “What? What?” he bolted up and I massaged my chest, taking advantage of the fact that he was awake to roll away. “Did I grab you?”   I nodded, grabbing a shirt that was on the chair to pull it on. It stopped halfway through my knees, Lucas smiling meekly.   “Sorry, I have the habit of doing that.” He yawned, falling back against the bed. I stretched, limping towards the door. “You good?”   “My legs hurt. You want coffee?” I asked, Lucas glancing at the clock on his wall. “It’s 7 am. I don’t like staying in bed--”   “You mean, you don’t like morning-afters,” he said to me and I nodded, Lucas shrugging. “Fair enough. Same here. I’ll be right out.”   I went to the kitchen, my sensitive nose going to smell the shirt I was wearing. It smelled of men cologne and I placed an empty cup under the coffee machine. Lucas exited his room and he massaged his shoulder, sliding into a seat.   “Why are you up so early?” I asked him, Lucas telling me that he had work around nine o’clock. “Do you not eat breakfast?”   “Depends. I usually buy the girl breakfast and then I leave. On some days, I just slip out of bed.”   “I’m not asking about on days you have a girl in your bed. I’m talking on usual days.”   “Ah…” I placed the cup of coffee in front of him and he sipped it, looking up as if he was in thought. “I think on those kinds of days, I just forget to eat. How about you?”   “I don’t eat breakfast. Coffee is enough.”   We both made a face.   “Not very healthy, is it?” I asked, Lucas nodding. I saw his eyes settle on the shirt I was wearing and I looked down, almost forgetting that it was his. “Sorry, I’ll wash it. I was too lazy to go get a shirt of my own.”   Lucas didn’t say anything, waving a hand as if to tell me not to think so much about it. We were plunged into silence but unlike before, it wasn’t awkward. It was rather comfortable, Lucas drinking his coffee while I checked my schedule for the day.   “How are you feeling?” he asked and I looked up, surprised that he was asking me the question. “I mean, yesterday you weren’t feeling very well.”   “If you mean about what happened to Yoon Jeonghan, I’m fine.” I took another sip before I chewed on my bottom lip. “You know what I’m worried about? My project. I think I have to start on it.”   “What’s it about?”   Lucas’ question was so simple but his eyebrows furrowed and he sounded genuinely interested. I began to tell him that it was about recreating a crime scene, Lucas giving out momentary nods.   “I’ll have to recreate it, analyze blood splatter and all that jazz.”   “Shouldn’t you be studying that in the police academy? I know Johnny studies all that, too.”   “We’re supposed to be working with the police but my course has more scientifically based components. Johnny is most probably learning about fact-checking, how to interrogate people, etc. Police stuff. But one can’t work without the other.” I had a little bit of coffee left, checking my watch to see that it was 7:30.   “Ahuh.”   “Anyway, I got to go get ready. That being said, what time are you coming home tonight?” I asked, Lucas saying that he didn’t know. “I was thinking of ordering food.”   “Oh.” He paused. “Are you asking me if I want anything for dinner tonight?”   I nodded, my eyes going to the promotional campaigns on foodpanda, a food delivery service.   “What are you going to do with the food?” Lucas asked warily.   I narrowed my eyes at him.   “I’m going to eat the food, Lucas. It’s just cheaper for two, that’s all.”   “I’m scared you’ll saran wrap it with poison,” he said and I glared at him, my arms going over my braless chest as I huffed. “How about I deal with the food tonight?”   “Do you not trust me at all?”   “I don’t,” he replied and I rolled my eyes, finishing up my cup of coffee. “I better get ready, too. I have to meet some clients. I’m heading over to the BH district.”   “Mhm? Not that far, no?” I asked, running a hand through my hair before walking over to my room. “Wait, if you’re going that way, you mind sending me to my university? It’s on the way.”   I could hear a “Sure.” from Lucas and I quickly changed out of my clothes, fixing my hair and grabbing my bag. While waiting for Lucas, I saw a stain on the kitchen counter and began to find a way to remove it, Lucas navigating around his room. Once he was out, I told him to wait a bit because it was almost impossible to remove the stain, Lucas patiently waiting for me to finish what I was doing.   It took a little bit too long and after ten minutes, we both were entering Lucas’ car.   “Seatbelt,” he told me while I was muttering under my breath that I was late. “No , woman. You spent ten minutes trying to get rid of a stain!”   “It was bothering me!” I snapped, Lucas pressing on the accelerator and driving the car towards the road. He was a smooth driver, Lucas speeding the car up when the YG University traffic was beginning to accumulate because it was rush hour. “You mind me getting off here? I need to run to class.”   “No worries.” Lucas unlocked the car. “I still have time. See you tonight.”   I opened the door, rushing out to head to class, my backpack on my shoulders. I had a goal and that was to finish at least the first part of my project today. Gucci was nice enough to lend me a helping hand when it came to the analysis and recording. She was an angel and by the time class ended, I found myself heading towards the area where we would be recreating the crime scene.   With a group of people I didn’t particularly like, I finished the session in peace when my phone buzzed once. I glanced at the screen, Gucci beside me while she waited for Hendery to pick her up, my best friend’s boyfriend running late.   “How is it with Lucas?” she asked, right at the moment when I read the text message from Lucas.   Lucas: Food on the table.   “Fine. He’s not that bad.”   Trust me, a part of me wanted to tell her that we had just had the night before, but a part of me wanted to keep it a secret. There was something about secrets and I knew Gucci wouldn’t judge me, it was just that I made such a big deal of hating him before.   “I told you. Hendery is a good judge of character, you know. He wouldn’t stick to Lucas if he was a bad person.” she said to me mildly and I chuckled, agreeing with her when a yell sounded and we both looked up to see Hendery waving at us. “And there he is.”   “Gucci! Let’s go get some Mcdonalds!”   “Again?” she whispered under her breath, Hendery going to kiss her on the cheek. “Maybe later? It’s still 10 pm. I know I’ve spent five hours on this but the fact that I had to see fake blood over and over again today made me lose my appetite.”   “Tell me about it.”   Crime scenes weren’t very good for the mind. I knew I was strong-willed but there were times when pictures of dead bodies and death got to me. I sighed, Gucci asking me how I was going to go home. I was too tired for anything else so I told her I would cab.   The both of them were going to go for groceries and the moment I reached home, the exhaustion of the whole day was starting to settle. I pushed the door open, my nose sniffing the air when I smelled food. I stepped into the living room and was greeted by the sight of Lucas still in his dress shirt and black pants, on the phone and pacing around the living room looking like someone pissed him off.   “I know, I know,” Lucas was saying, stopping in the middle of the living room. “But I can’t lower the price! I'm in no position to bargain. I’m just sales. If he has any complaints…”   He spotted me, his eyebrows raising when he pointed at the plastic bags on the kitchen table. I looked over to see that he had food delivered and it was still untouched. I gave him an okay sign with my fingers, Lucas continuing to talk.   “...if he has any complaints, he has to talk to the product managers. Or the pricing team. No, but I’m not the person to talk to…”   I went straight for the food, opening it up to see that he had bought sushi. I loved sushi and began to take them out of the plastic bag. I tried to keep the sound of the plastic bag crinkling to the minimum, Lucas fuming while on the phone.   “Yes, sir. Yes. Have a great night.” Lucas hung up and I saw him reach up to rub a hand over his eyes. “People are so ing stupid.”   “Hard day at work?” I asked, Lucas ing the first two buttons of his shirt. He slid into the seat in front of me, letting out a grumble.   “They just keep complaining. I mean, all I do is sell and I get commission.” He removed the plastic from the chopstick, aggressively slamming the tips on the table to level them. “Trust me, I would manipulate the price if I could but I can’t.”   He threw a balled-up tissue onto the table and I quietly listened to him.   “Were they asking the same questions?”   “Look, other than the price being a little bit too expensive for them, I went through 7 customers today who called me to tell me “This is not what I paid for.” and asked me for a refund. I sell software; for it to work, you’ve got to learn how to use a computer and install it!” he was chewing on his bottom lip, his chopsticks picking up a sushi to dip it into the soy sauce.   “Did you give them instructions?” I asked, Lucas nodding. “I’ve met sales that don’t tell me anything, sometimes.”   “I do. I tell them what they need to know. They keep asking for a follow up and half of the people who complain don’t even open up their computer.”   “Mhm… Weird. That is wrong and they shouldn’t make your life harder for you when you’re just following instructions.” I began to think, frowning at the thought. “And they try to bargain? Don’t they know it’s futile?”   The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I was beginning to get. Who did they think they were? Was it because they thought that Lucas was just a salesman that they thought they could push him around? I knew some people who were that way.   Lucas’ phone rang again and I pointed at it.   “Answer it. Answer it right now and tell them you ain’t refunding or bargaining and that’s that!”   “Wow, you’re taking this very seriously.” Lucas chuckled, glancing at the screen at the caller.   “Give me the customer’s name. I’ll run it through the school database. Maybe it’s a fraud and they like acting like they “didn’t pay for this” and then they get the money back and ta-dah! Free stuff.” my bottom lip jutted out, my fingers tensing around the chopsticks. “Tell me the name, I’ll show them a piece of my mind!”   “Uh, that was just Hendery,” Lucas butted in and I blinked. “He said he wants to stop by later if we’re still awake. You did sound like a Karen, though. You’re even dressed like one.”   He smiled.   “Asian Karen,” he added.    I threw a sauce sachet at him.

“Why must Karen’s have a race?” I asked him, crossing my leg over the other. “Anyway, I understand why they want to bargain. capitalism!”   “Just a second ago you wanted to give them a piece of your mind and now you understand them?” Lucas gave me a look. “Did you suddenly take their side because I called you a Karen? You know, what you are eating is also capitalism, right?”   His words made me throw the chopsticks down onto the table.   “What about it?” I demanded hotly. “I like food panda. It’s convenient and I don’t know how to cook!”   “Didn’t your mother ever teach you?”   “She tried. But she did it not to teach me life skills but because she believed every girl must know how to cook,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “What a joke. So I refused to cook and told her I’ll just be rich enough to eat takeout every day.”   While I rambled, Lucas was just eating when I pointed at him straight at the face.   “Do you know how to cook?”   “Yes?”   “Why do you know how to cook?”   “Why?” Lucas scrunched his nose up. “What kind of question is that? Shouldn’t it be, “How did you learn how to cook?”   He opened a can of coke that came with the food, the sound of the gas the can filling the air.   “And I’m joking. I don’t know how to cook but the fact that you pointed at me and asked me that way made me feel like I should learn,” he paused, frowning to himself. “Now, why did I lie?”   I smacked his arm, Lucas laughing. The crinkles on his eyes showed up and I smiled to myself, thinking that he had such a cute smile when he wasn’t being an .   “All men do is lie,” I then announced, Lucas clutching his heart and feigning a hurt expression. He jokingly asked who hurt me and I shrugged, a hand going to touch my short hair. “You know, every time I got my heart broken before, I would cut my hair. The last time three years ago, I cut it this short.”   “This short?” his hand went to touch a strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His hand froze beside my face. “Wow, your hair does not grow at all.”   I slapped his hand away, Lucas laughing.   “That was three years ago. I kept cutting it.” I fluffed the bottom of my hair up. “I like this hairstyle. It works on the crime scene.”   My phone buzzed and I unlocked it when I saw that I got a match from tinder. Out of habit, I began to swipe left and right, Lucas watching me as I went through each profile with expertise from doing it so many times before.