The Constant | Choi Mujin

seven

I woke up in a comfy bed, but I felt immediate pain as I tried to get up.

OWWW

I'd say it's one of the most horrible pain I've felt in my life. This sucks. Also, where am I? Normally I stayed at the Liber Hotel in my room, but whose room am I in?

I resorted to rolling sideways off the bed, only to discover I wasn't wearing any clothes besides underwear. And they were clean. 

WHO TOOK MY CLOTHES OFF LAST NIGHT.

Oh, no.

And I forgot to shave.

I lied when I said my ribs hurt like the worst pain ever. This. Now, this was pain.

I tried finding spare clothes in the drawers, but there was only a bathrobe. Meh, I've worn worse.

*

I decided to walk out to see where I was, considering I couldn't find my phone, I had to go out myself to look for people.

The place was a nice house, it was luxurious but still comfortably furnished. There were nice wooden chandeliers and gold accents around the house. Huh, this looks like a fine place to live in.

I walked around, opening random doors, but there didn't seem to be anyone. The house looked like a normal 2-floor house, so where is everyone?

Then, there was the last one. Is that the master bedroom?

I didn't knock and just took the liberty to go inside because I have no manners.

It was a nice bedroom, but so boring. It looked so weirdly clean, but ooh. The sheets are wrinkly and the duvet was slid off.

Oh no, what if it's a bad guy! I ran downstairs to the kitchen, my rib throbbing as I did so.

Okay, I got a knife. Now let's get some answers.

*

I was back at my original spot. Clutching the knife, I busted the door open, seeing a half-naked Mujin, with only a towel on his waist. Those abs, damn. And that tattoo, ugh it will be the death of me.

There he was, dripping in water as he was wiping his hair off with another towel. He turned to look at her, his brows raised.

I was about to put my knife down, before realizing he was the reason I was kidnapped. I jerked it right back up to his face.

"What are you doing with that?" He laughed.

Why is he laughing? I have a weapon.

"Shut your trap! You said you wouldn't leave me alone! Did you deliberately try to get rid of me?" I yelled.

His expression changed, he became more serious as he spoke, "I'm sorry. I saw someone suspicious pass by. Thought I should check it out"

My hand twitched. I don't know if I should trust him. 

He grabbed my hand gently and that did it for me. He and I were close, and I could have sworn he stared at my lips.

I let him grab the knife in my hands. Damn it! 

*

We were now both dressed appropriately and sat down, ready for a talk. He placed a hot cocoa mug in front of me. I took a sip. Damn, it was good.

"I apologize. I should've caught on to that," he sat down opposite to me, looking solemn.

Why does he sound like he's the victim? 

"Who took off my clothes last night?" I narrowed my eyes at him. 

"The doctor I called did. Sorry for not informing you while you passed out," he said.