sleep like a winter bear

-Boxy Smile-

Right, I totally forgot about the car keys after the intimate encounter. I catch myself smiling widely at the mere sight of his car key. 

But how did he leave without the keys? He definitely doesn't use that thing in his head. Ahh, I saw his friend pick him up in a vanity van. Rich people.

After helping the manager with the cartons, I stare at my reflection. I check how my face looks in close proximity. How did Taehyung even manage to look at my rotten potato-like face for more than two seconds?

"Chae Young! Do you have a fever? You used to break all the mirrors to avoid looking at your face. Aish, you were so insecure and now you're running a finger across your lips with a creepy smile! Did something good happen today? For you, good is getting full in a college exam or finishing a book on light engineering..." the manager says.

(a/n: this is bang han gyeol)

"Bang Han Gyeol you know me too well. No, nothing happened. I still can't forget how I used to run away from the mirrors and how I always wore a mask and sunglasses to cover my ugly face," I say and pack my bag.

I worked with Bang Han Gyeol, the manager of this store for a year now and we pretty much shared all our feelings when we were drunk. He was in the same university but three years elder than me. He is so "smart", his grades forced him to repeat the senior year twice. He was the store owner's son.

I reach my studio apartment and before I could enter the passcode for the door lock, my brother opens the door with a huge grin etched on his face.

"Seok Woo, stop. That smile scares me. Also, why do you smell-" Wait, a second, why does he smell like Taehyung?

No that's not possible. Bang Han Gyeol was right, I guess I have a fever. I remove my shoes and chuck them into the cupboard. I have a lot of assignments to complete and my circuit-

EXCUSE THE FUCKING ME! Am I hallucinating? But no, my forehead isn't hot, I don't have a fever. WHY THE FUCK IS TAEHYUNG HERE?

And ahem, ahem! He walks out of the washroom and bends to zip his pants. My sacred eyes had to see that...

He finally sees me glaring at his 'something' with a disgusted look. He turns his body away and covers it.

Yuck, why was I even staring at it? Guess its 8 inches or somethin-

 I wish I had the money to consult a doctor. I turn and glare at Seok Woo for letting this lunatic in and even feeding him ramyeon!

I look over my shoulders and search for a knife. Before I could grab it from the kitchen counter, Taehyung grips my hand.

"Yah! leave my hand how dare yo-" I couldn't utter a word after seeing his face so close to mine. His wavy bangs dangle over his forehead and his dark brown monolid eyes look into mine. Ok, he has a mole over his nose. But damn, his hands are huge....and sexy.

I must be crazy! I avert my gaze and smack his hand away. His touch sends shivers down my spine, and the worst part? I couldn't think about studying! I just wanted to look into those puppy eyes for I lose myself in them, trace his chiseled jawline as he speaks with his deep voice, and maybe kiss those perfectly shaped guava pink lips.

Damn! Han Gyeol was right. I definitely have a fever. I pick the knife again and search the black plastic cover I was holding.

Seok Woo runs to the living room, pulling Taehyung with him, and hides behind him. "g-g-grenade! she's gonna k-k-kill us!" Seok Woo whisper shouts without looking at what I was about to take from the plastic cover.

Only if I could! I take the spherical red object out of the cover and stab it with the knife. Seok Woo sighs.

"You asked for apples last time, remember?" I say and walk to the living room to clean the five ramyeon cups.

Seok Woo takes a step forward and starts chuckling. Aish these idiots even put a bowl under the table!

Wait. Wait a damn minute. How can someone's laugh be so deep and pure? I turn my head to look at Taehyung, flashing a box smile and displaying his perfectly white teeth as his giggles reverberate in my chest.

Looking at that boxy, mischievous yet endearing smile, I choke on air and gulp, rubbing my eyes to see if all this was real.

Ok, I'm gonna mentally revise all the formulae for the upcoming class test, at least then I'll feel like the real Chae Young. Looking at my devastated state, Seok Woo helps me and Taehyung sits on the sofa, pressing his lips to form a line.

NO!!! I want to see that box smile again!

 Ok, "A transmissive filter is a material that absorbs some wavelengths and transmits others, while a reflective filter absorbs some wavelengths and reflects others. For example, a red filter absorbs all but the longest wavelengths of visible light; a reflective red filter reflects the longest wavelengths, and a transmissive red filter transmits the longest wavelengths."

Seok Woo shoots a death glare, tapping his legs.

"Noona! get a hold of yourself! Stop blabbering! Taetae hyung I'm sorry you had to hear such unholy shit..." Seok Woo says.

"By revising formulas and definitions, I'll be able to divert my inappropriate thoughts. Also, 

Taetae hyung? Have you lost it?" I ask as I cut the apple.

"BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE, WHY THE HECK IS TAEHYUNG HERE?" I scream after realizing I spent fifteen minutes with him without knowing the reason.

"Ahhh... someone never returned my car keys. Someone so smart who could go and on about random bullshit I've never heard forgot to return my keys! Also, your manager gave your address after realizing I was the real Kim Taehyung," he replies.

How is it that no one likes studying? one calls it- unholy shit and the other calls it- random bullshit.

That stupid Bang Han Gyeol. I'll make sure I kill him with Taehyung. Or maybe, Taehyung can live, he's too cute-

'Chae young take a deep breath. You can consider killing yourself as well.'

"Mianhae. I guess I kept your keys in..." I search for his keys in the black plastic bag and freak out. Shit, I'm pretty sure I kept it here.

Seok Woo clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment. What if Taehyung asks me to pay for it? I'm screwed.