Jiyong’s bibimbap is the best… so far. Sandara can’t help herself from eating, and she had eaten five servings of it but still, she can’t get enough. This is the largest consumption she had all of her life.

Jiyong gasped. “Woah, I love watching you eat.” He commented. “But sorry to rain on your parade because there are no more left.”

“It’s okay.” Sandara said through a full mouth, lifting a gesture that she was okay. “I’m finished.”

She swallowed down her food and drank down the whole sparkling glass of water. The incident involving Top and killing her must’ve tensed her so much that she got hungry this much. Or simply that Jiyong’s bibimbap is delicious. Either way, she loved the fact she had eaten a three day worth consumption of food.

“Come, I’ll show something.” Jiyong induced, holding Sandara’s upper arm, and she quickly obliged, standing up. She pointed at the used plates on the countertop, and looking up at him, she asked, “We’ll not clean those up?”

He shook his head, smirking and dragged her upstairs, gripping on her upper arm. Sandara didn’t resist, but decided that she should show some of some resistance, so she dug her heels on the ground. Jiyong laughed, a hearty and boyish kind of laugh and turned around to put his free hand around her waist. Sandara laughed, her chuckles echoing all around the house and her laughs increased when Jiyong put her across his shoulder. She giggled, wiggling her legs back and forth and her skirt slightly hitched up.

Jiyong brought her to his room, and Sandara saw the upside down version of the stairs and the door closing. She felt being tossed in the air, but instead of Jiyong’s arms, she fell on a much softer version. Sandara brushed her fingertips on the surface, and grimaced at how Jiyong’s bed was softer than hers.

“Your bed is softer than mine.” She praised, putting her legs together and fix her skirt again, stretching it down. Jiyong looked up, momentarily shifting his attention to her from searching something inside his storage cabinet and after he shared a soft smile, he went back to finding.

Sandara looked around the room, bouncing slightly on the mattress. It was a typical boy’s room but there’s a slight difference on how things were arranged. Unlike the common boy’s room, Jiyong’s room is neat. His belongings are neatly placed all around his room, and not even a speck of dirt can be seen. Except for his desk with papers wildly disarrayed on top.

“Here it is.” Jiyong gasped, and retrieved a walkman from his storage cabinet. He walked towards her, and sat in the space beside her, the walkman idly placed in his hands.

“I highly appreciate music when it’s played from this.” He says, his eyes sparkling in awe. “It reminds me of old times.”

Jiyong reached for his headphones on his desk, wore it on Sandara, and insert the cable to the walkman. He pressed a couple of buttons while Sandara watch him, dumbfounded. She suddenly jerked when loud music resonated through the headphones, disturbing her equilibrium. Jiyong mouthed something to her, but the music was too loud for her to hear then, the volume decreased.

“This disc makes me relax after work.” Jiyong said, but she heard only vague about it. “Here, lie down and clear your mind.” He helps her lay down on his bed, and Sandara reluctantly oblige. She looked up at his carefree eyes that were hovering above her and finally succumbed to the comfort the music was bringing.

It was a soft mellow music. Nocturne Op.9 No. 2 of Chopin.