We sat next to each other on the crappy couch.

"Get a new ing couch." I mumbled.

The mysterious lumps in the couch made my sore.

"Get a ing job and get a new couch yourself." He replied, not blinking an eye.

I quickly changed tactics and sweetly asked,"Do you want anything to drink? I'm going to get something from the fridge."

"Just some water."

Once in the kitchen, I swiftly slipped some drugs into the water I was planning on serving him.

After a couple of minutes, when the poison had completely blended into the water, I walked out with a big smile.

"Here."

I pushed the cup of water at him, eagerly waiting for him to keel over on the floor.

With a flick of his wrist, he dumped the water onto the floor instead.

I looked at him with my jaw hanging out.

"What the hell did you do that for?"

"Maybe it's because you're trying to poison me?"

I blinked innocently.

"What makes you think that? You didn't even try it." 

"Well, first of all, it doesn't take that long to get a glass of water, you didn't come back with anything for yourself, you're constantly wanting to kill me, and you used the wrong kind, you . It's already gotten through the glass."

Tilting the bottom of the cup up, just like Yongguk said, there was a small beginning of a hole forming. 

"Oh."

I pouted, the bottom of my lip sticking out.

He gave a little smile and patted me on the head.

I jerked away from his touch.

"Don't worry, you'll kill me someday. Do you want anything to eat?"

"No."

Yongguk ended up getting pizza anyways.

As I took small, hesitant bites, I growled,"I'm not eating because I want to, but because of the fact that I would die without eating."

Yongguk rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you say, Junhong."

I froze.

He never called me by my real name.

In fact, he didn't usually talk to me unless necessary.

What was he trying to do now?

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I'm trying to figure out where I'm going with this fic  =_=