The Man on The Bench

(part 6)

(Y/n POV)

"The noodles are ready! Come and eat before they get too soggy. I'm not cooking more again!" you yell. Soobin pauses the movie and everyone starts eating at the dinner table/bar. Soobin, Soobin, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu sit on the left side of the table and Eulbi, Bong Seon and you sit on the other side.

When everyone finished their noodles, they all went back to watching the movie. Yu were glad that everyone was having a nice time. Soobin and Yeonjun fell asleep as they cuddled together. All of us took a picture for blackmail purposes.

The movie ended so you woke them up and had Beomgyu drive everyone home. Once everyone left and you were alone, you began to get ready for bed. You're about to go into your bedroom when you heard a knock on your door. "May I come in Y/n?" the gentle voice asked. You immediately knew it was Heesung. You opened the door and let him in.

"Why didn't you open the door?" you asked him.

"I didn't want to scare you," he said as he sat down on the couch. "Can I stay here for tonight? Things are going on at the dorms so I want to take a little break from them. My sister would get mad if I stayed at hers. I seriously like she's annoyed by me just because I stained her gucci shirt by accident." You gasp

"How can you call yourself human?" He laughs a windshield laugh that remind you of someone but you don't know who. You shrug it off.

"But are you okay with me being here? If you feel uncomfortable. I can go. Don't think you're forced to let me stay. You can kick me out ok? I'm not your boyfriend or a person you even know, so you can do whatever you want," he said with a concerned tone. You shake your head.

"No, I feel perfectly fine with you being here. But will you ever take off the mask for me? Like I know why you don't want me to see you but if our relationship becomes closer, will you?" He looks at the ground.

"I really want to Y/n, I do. But if you see my face, you'll instantly know who I am and I might get comfortable that way. Then I would forget to put it on again and my image and reputation might get ruined. You might get in danger and I really don't want that. I'm really sorry Y/n. I really am." You don't want to hate him but you have a small urge to. It may not be his fault. If he's trying not to kill you, then you're going to have to accept it.

You sigh and said, "You may stay, Heesung. Let me bring some blankets for you to sleep with." He quickly grabs your hand.

"No, that won't be necessary. I'll be gone by the morning and you won't even notice I'm here or not." You felt his hand was cold and you shook your head.

"You're hand is freezing, and I don't want you to getting sick ." Embarrassed, he retreated his hand and sat back down. You got the sofest blanket you could find and gave it to him. He immediately starts to thank you and bowing. He starts to apologize for being such a burden and you smile. "It's fine Heesung. Completely fine. Get some rest ok?" He nods and heads towards the bathroom. You forgot that you left a mess in there. He was just about to open the door when you blocked the door. "Wait!" you said, almost yelling. He looked at you surprised. Why, ummm, don't you make yourself something to drink? How about some coffee or tea?" He looks at you confused but then understand that you need a little bit of time to clean the bathroom.

"I'll make myself some tea, don't worry ." He goes off to the kitchen. You go into the bathroom and sigh of relief that he didn't go in. There was clothes thrown all over the floor. Your brushes were all over. There barley was enough space to wash your hands. You picked up your clothes and organized your make up. Closing all the drawers and picking up every single thing in the shower and bathtub. Once you finished, you opened the door and saw Heesung making his tea while scrolling through his phone. You didn't know why but you felt like you were catching feelings for him. A warm feeling crawled in your body; he made you feel soft. You snapped out of your thoughts and told him that he could go to the bathroom. He nods and goes.