Mi Yeon's POV

After signing out of the hospital we started to walk towards my house. Since this is only a small town, houses are closer to each other. And I like it that way.

"Where are we going? It's cold out here." he complained, rubbing his arms.

"Just walk, okay?" I said. 

"I'm walking, idiot." he snapped.

"Well, shut it. I'm thinking." i replied as coldly.

"Thinking?" he asked.

"A name. Your name." 

He fell silent then. So, I turned around to peer at him.

"You, okay?" i asked silently.

"Just walk." he said, imitating my own words.

I walked silently then but after a while.

"Hey," I said, to get his attention.

"Hmm?"

"Don't you remember anything about yourself?... you know, just... anything?"

He shook his head, frowning.

"I thought so." I mumbled.

Then, it was silent. The only sounds are our footsteps as we walked through the dark road.

"I want your name to be...Mario." I said with a smile.

"Hell, no!" he replied, eyes widened.

"Oh yes!"

"NO! I won't let you call me that!" he said.

I laughed. "There's nothing you can do about it." 

I stopped walking then, we're now here in front of my house.

"This is it?" he asked, suddenly silent.

"Uh-huh." I replied.

"Are you really sure about this?" he asked.

"Sure about what?" 

"About having me in your home." 

"Of course I am. I can't leave you in the hospital, you know."

"But..."

"But, what?" I said. "Do you want to sleep on the street or something?" 

"Of course not." he glared.

"That's what I'm talking about. Let's go." I said and slid our door open quietly. It's nearly four in the morning, and my family is now sleeping. I think they thought I visited a friend or something since, I have done that once, I mean many times.

I looked at him and put my finger on my lips. "Shh."

He glared at me. 

*Such a cold guy*

"Where am i going to sleep?" he said.

"Shh!" I hissed, glaring at him.

He snobbed me.

*PSSH!*

"Hey, sleep on the couch, okay?" I whispered.

"What? Why would I have to sleep on the couch?" he hissed.

"Of course, silly, this is my house and I'm supposed to decide where you sleep." I glared at him.

He glared back, as if we are having a glaring contest, and I don't obviously want to be the loser. So I glared, like I never glared before.

"You have to sleep on the couch." I argued. My eyes were so dry.

And I'm tired too.

"Don't you have any spare bedrooms or something." he asked, frowning.

"No. We don't. By the way, where the hell did you came from? A palace? Just sleep, okay?" I snapped.

"But---"

"No buts Mario, butts are for sitting." I smiled, sleepily.

"Don't call me that." he insisted but laid on the couch. He's tired too.

"Whatever, Mario." I said, as I enter my room. "Good night." I whispered.

And as if he heard me, he quietly said, "Good night, Mi Yeon." before I closed my door shut.