The door slams hard that the wall almost crack. Problem solves. I'd pushed him out of my house; I can't let any stranger stands on my tiles. Or shall I say, my brother? Oh, sheesh...

                "What the--," I stepped on a keychain, "Son Dongwoon... South korea." I read out. Geez. Must be that young man's... So his name is Son Dongwoon? I paused for a moment. Gah, screw it.

                Days turned into night, dad was not home yet. Probably spending his happy hour with his new wife--beer. Guess I'll be spending my night alone again. I tense to get used to it, like I was immune to it. Sometime, I would even pray that he'll lose his way to this apartment.

                As I was watching TV, I heard the door knob turned open. Must be dad. I continue my show, not even wanting to look at my dad condition. "Star King, I love this show." "yea, righ--" I turned 180degree, looking at a young man, who turn to be Son Dongwoon, standing behind me. He looked at me, smiling.

                "Get out of here!" I yelled, as I pushed him back to the door. Is he trying to increase my blood pressure? So that I'll die and he can be mum's one and only child? Not a chance.

                "Oh come on. Please. I need a place to stay." he begged, pulling a puppy face.

                "You should've thought of that before you came." I shot at him. It's shocking how well his English is, mum really educate him well.

                "I lost my wallet," he finally said. “naege jabileul bepusoseo.”

                What kind of crap you talking about?

               I looked thoughtful for a moment, "Fine. But just for one night, hear?" Gosh. What have I got myself into?