Home Invasion || Park Jisung

06。into the playboy's den

Wednesday, 01:20 a.m.

Nari stared at his window, a tight knot in her stomach.

How hard could it be?

Her window was perched open and she was crouching on top of her desk. The night air blew past her and into the bedroom, causing her to shiver— both from the cold and the fear. The frosty air nipped at her skin, as she was only wearing shorts and a tank top underneath her large jacket.

No time to change, she thought as she balanced herself on the ledge of her window, eyes fixated on the big tree that bridged the two windows.

Every once in a while, her eyes darted back down to Jisung's living room to make sure nobody would spot her hanging out of her bedroom window like a bloody idiot. Slowly and stealthily (or as stealthy as she could be), she extended her leg towards one sturdy branch, grabbing another closer branch and pulling herself off of the window.

Oh my god, this is happening.

She looked down instinctively and immediately looked back up. Nope, too high. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. The boy does it all the time! The amount of times she would catch him climbing up this very tree to sneak back into his room while she was studying— she had memorized his steps by now.

Her eyes flickered open and she studied the branches in front of her. She pictured the steps he took, the way she would silently curse him out as she watched him navigate the trees with such ease. She grabbed more branches, ducking over hanging leaves, her bare feet slightly sore from the rough surface of the tree.

Surprisingly, picturing the boy in her head like a reference actually worked; before she knew it, her feet had landed on his thin window ledge.

She leaned herself against the window, terrified that if she didn't she'd fall down. Her hands felt for the window handle. Please don't be locked, please don't be—

Yes!

The window slid up with ease. She crawled on his table before landing on the ground with a soft thud. His room was dark as ever, but now that she was inside, she could make out the furniture better than she could from her room.

It was exactly like how she pictured it: pile of laundry in the corner, bag tossed carelessly under his desk, basketball peeking from under his bed, several badly-placed posters and a stack of instant noodle packages by his bedside table.

She was still shivering as she tiptoed closer to his bed. She couldn't see him at first, but as she approached the bed, she finally could. He was out cold, sleeping on his stomach, cuddling a pillow (she snorted internally— look at that rose on his pillow, not such a player now, huh?). Her eyes travelled down his lower half, which was covered by his duvet— of course he's shirtless. 

She swallowed as she placed her knees on the side of his bed. She began nudging him, the urgency of the situation suddenly creeping back to her.

"Jisung," she whispered, pushing at his toned back.

Seriously? She crawled further onto the bed, nudging him harder. "Jisung, if you don't wake up right now I will slap the living hell out of you— wake up!"

After her constant hissing, he finally shifted in his position, groaning. She leaned back apprehensively as the boy turned around. The moment his eyes registered her existence, he furrowed his eyebrows in complete bafflement— "yo, what the fuck—"

He pushed her back in shock and her legs began to lose balance over the bed; she almost fell backwards when the same hands that pushed her grabbed her flailing arms, securing her with another hand around her back.

His grip pushed her forward and back to him, almost up against his bare chest. Oh god. She forced herself not to freak out from the limited space between them.

"Nari?"

His morning voice, oh my god—

"Why the hell are you in my room?" The boy's eyebrows were knitted in confusion— "how did you even get in my room—"

Her eyes widened. "Get up—" she shimmied herself out of his grip, standing up as she dusted her jacket urgently— "we have to get out of here and call the police, there's someone downstairs in your living room and I saw them from my window, and I tried to call you but you didn't pick up so I had no choice but to get you myself—"

Her voice trailed away as she watched him stand up skeptically.

"What?" She hissed at him; why was he looking at her like that?

The boy scoffed; she pretended she didn't just catch his eyes wandering along her body before looking back up at her.

"Are you crazy?" He whispered. "You don't think I would've heard if someone was breaking into my house?"

Her mouth hung open in exasperation. "Uh, yes. Did you know how hard I had to nudge you before you woke up? You'd think I was kneading dough or something."

Jisung shook his head, poking the inside of his cheek in disbelief— "you know, I always knew you were a strange girl, but this, this is new, Nari. How'd you like it if I snuck into your room while you were asleep—"

"—hold up, you think I wanted to sneak into your room?"

She watched him pause, his eyebrows raised.

His silence was answer enough; she groaned in frustration— "oh my god, I'm actually done with you. You can just stay here and I'll go—"

"Fine," he interrupted, "if you're going to be so uptight about this then why don't I go downstairs and check it out—"

She spun around, panicking— "wait NO—"

CLANG!

A loud clattering sound echoed from the interiors of Jisung's first floor. The boy jumped, taking a few steps back until he was next to an equally alarmed Nari.

"Holy shit, there's someone downstairs."

"Now you believe me?" Nari snapped. "We have to get out of here—" her eyes trailed down his torso again— "and put on a damn shirt."

Jisung rolled his eyes; he reached for a sweatshirt in his closet and put it on. She gave him a side eye as she climbed back on top of his desk. "You sure those are clean?"

He tutted indignantly— "just go, for fuck's sake."

06。❝ into the playboy's den ❞