Chapter 3

I wonder how is he? Wait, why am I even concern about him? He don't even like me anymore. *sigh* Then came the new neighbour of mine, Oh Sehun. Why does he have to be exactly like him except that he have lisp.

I was so busy with my thoughts which I don't realise that I almost make a cut on my finger. I drop the knife and look at my finger which is bleeding. I look at the color of my blood, Red. I went to wash my bleeding finger. I winced as I put alcohol on it and wrap it with a plaster.
"What happen? I heard something drop."
I turn around to see a worried Kyungsoo. I sigh. His eyes widen as he saw the knife on the floor and quickly walk towards me and bomb with lots of question.
"Are you alright? Is it hurt? Let oppa do the cooking, ne?"
I blink at him, "I am fine. It's not hurt. Erm.. I know it's been long since I taste your cooking but let me cook for you in return."
He shook his head, "No, it's fine. You don't need to do anything in return. Just rest and let me do the cooking, ne?" he flash his smile at me.
I nod my head, walk away. I turn to see him picking up the knife on the