Chapter One: Random Stranger

                              "You can't just bring a random stranger home, ___!" your mom shouted as you opened the refrigerator door and scanned the items inside. "He could be a convict for all we know, ___! Are you even listening to me??!" your mom continued shouting as you walked around the kitchen looking for something to eat. "Mom, calm down. He's not a convict, I found him unconscious in the middle of the street. I couldn't just leave him there, okay? Something could've happened to him" you said defensively as you opened the pantry door only to have it slammed shut by your mother. "You are out of your mind. Regardless of what state he was in physically, the first thing you should've done was to call the police. Do you know how dangerous it is outside in the world today?" - "which gives me more of a reason to help a helpless boy rather than abandoning him this late" you cut your mom off, walking past her and opening the refrigerator door once more. With a loud sigh your mom looked at your dad, who was sitting on the couch reading a computer magazine, "do something about your daugther, please!" your mom whined. Your dad sighed and lowered his magazine, using both of his hands to massage his temples, "your mom is right, sweetie. You don't know anything about this person, he could lead us in danger. I say we hand him over to the police, whether he's a good person or not". Rolling your eyes in defeat, you slammed the refrigerator door shut, holding an apple in your hand. "Fine, then let me awaken our unconscious convict slash murderer person" taking a bite of your apple, you made your way upstairs to the guest room."Shouldn't we report him to the police WHILE he's unconscious" your mom's voice drifting away has you made your way to the second floor. Rolling your eyes once more, you turn the knob and entered the guest room where a small lamp was lit near the bed. On top of the bed layed the unconscious stranger you rescued from the street earlier today. Breathing quietly, you tiptoed to the bed and peered down, taking your time to look at the young man's closed eye, nose, and lips. To be honest, you didn't really know why you brought him home instead of reporting him to the police. You knew your mom and dad was right, that you should've called the police for them to handle, but the way this young man was laying down on the street in an exhausted manner made you want to bring him to your house instead. "Uh.. excuse me" you said quietly has you waited for any sign of the stranger waking up. Nothing. "Uh, excuse me" you said a little louder this time. A groan escaped from his lips as his face scrunched up, "what time is it?" he mummbled. "Uh, 9:45 pm" you replied, has you soon as you told him the time, the stranger's eyes opened immediately and he stood up. "Where am I?" he asked with a shocked face, looking around in panic. "You're in my house. Don't worry, I didn't kidnap you or anything. I found you unconscious in the middle of a street and I thought it would be a good idea to bring you to my house until you woke up" you said quickly, not knowing whether you should decipher his panic looks as a murderous look. His eyes landed on your face and he sighed, "oh, I see" he said as he breathed a sigh of relief. A calm look replaced the panic look that was on his face just moments ago, his eyes wondered around your face for a while and then dropped down to your hands where you were holding the apple. His stomach growled and he blushed, making you realize that he probably hadn't eaten anything in awhile. "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?" you asked him, he averted his eyes down to the ground and slowly nodded his head. "Here, wait a minute" you said.

The quiet guest room was filled with crunchy sounds of pringles being munched and garlic-vinegary smell. The stranger was still sitting on top of the bed but he was now munching happily on a garlic flavored pringle. When you went downstairs to get food for the stranger and to also tell your parent's about the awoken stranger, you realized that your parent's went inside their room and probably fell asleep. You decided to tell your parent's about the stranger the next morning and grabbed a bunch of chips and drinks instead. "What's your name?" you asked suddenly, breaking the silence. "My name is Hanbin" the stranger said with a blush, " Kim Hanbin". So he has a name, you thought to yourself has you watched him take a gigantic gulp of cherry gatorade. "My name is ___" you said with a smile, making him avert his attention towards you. When his eyes met your eyes, your face suddenly felt heated and you coughed in discomfort. "Did something happen to you? Why were you fainted on the street?" you asked, trying to make the awkwardness go away. "I don't really remember to be honest, I think I was running away from something" Hanbin said, his face scrunched up in confusion. "From someone or something?" - "I don't remember" he replied back immediately to your question. You let out a deep breathe and leaned back in your chair, "you don't think you have memory loss, do you?" you asked him. Hanbin looked up from where he was staring at and looked at you once again, making you uncomfortable. "Of course not, I remember my name and who I am. I just don't remember what I was doing before I ran away." Suddenly something clicked inside you, "wait a minute. Kim Hanbin? Aren't you... aren't you Kim Hanbin from YG Entertainment? The soon to be iKON's leader Kim Hanbin?" you asked, shocked; he slowly nodded his head, his eyes meeting your eyes. This time you didn't avert your eyes to the ground, instead you stood up from your chair and made your way towards him. Stunned by your new actions, Hanbin leaned back as if he was preparing himself for you to launch yourself onto him. "Don't worry, I'm not a crazy fangirl, it's just that I know you. Well, I mean I know Bobby". "You know Bobby hyung?" Hanbin asked in confusion, his head tilted to one side. "Yeah, I know him from church and our families know each other as well. We used to goto church retreat's and stuff." - "retreats?" Hanbin repeated. "Yeah, retreats. Omgosh, I heard about you and your da-" you quickly shut your mouth, knowing that you went too far. Hanbin's face quickly fell and he looked down at his hands, which was covered in garlic flavored pringle's crumble. "Is that why you ran away?" you asked quietly, Hanbin cleared his throat and gave an awkward smile not answering you back. "Sorry for asking" you apologized quickly, and reached inside your back pocket for your phone, "let me contact Bobby for you", Hanbin let out a small smile and mummered out a small thank you.