Home Invasion || Park Jisung

04。speak of the devil

Wednesday, 01:13 a.m.

The only light Nari had was of her warm white desk lamp and it illuminated the words of her textbook like a fever dream. She was huddled up on her chair, her bare legs pulled up against her chest. The house was dead silent, as it should be considering that she was alone.

She tried to focus on the words, but by now they looked like random words thrown in from the dictionary. Normally when the words started to look like random mumbo-jumbo, it's because her brain was too tired to function.

This time, however, she was wide awake. The gears in her brain were still ticking, but they were ticking for something else— a distraction in the form of the playboy next door.

Her eyes glazed up at his window.

Pitch black. He must be asleep.

Her jaws tensed as she remembered her earlier text message with the boy; the grip on her pencil tightened.

'It's not like I've never seen you naked before'.

She racked her brain, trying to recall if she had ever walked around her room in her underwear before. She had never given it much thought until now, but as soon as she did...

Oh god.

She groaned, dropping her forehead on the desk. There was that one time she spilled hot tea on herself while studying but was too lazy to get a new shirt, so she just took it off. Then that other time the water heater broke while she was taking a shower and waited in a towel while her dad fixed it. Hell, she tries on new clothes in her bedroom all the time!

When was she not walking around her room in her underwear?

She sat back up, glaring into the opposing window like there was anything to see at all. What was his problem? Do the girls at his school know how much of a pervert he is? She tsked— of course they do, but they would probably like that, huh? That school's filled with a bunch of horny animals—

For a fraction of a second, she caught movement at the corner of her eyes and stopped her train of thoughts. She followed it down to his living room area, the one with the glass patio doors and big windows. The big tree was blocking her view a little, but she could see into his living space from her bedroom window.

Speak of the devil— she watched his silhouette move around in the shadows. What was he doing up at 1AM? She knew she was up studying, but what was he doing?

She leaned further against the table to get a better look, just as Jisung walked closer to the windows, letting the moonlight hit his features.

Only now, she was 100% sure that was not Jisung at all.

04。❝ speak of the devil ❞