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13 :: Animosity

"Eonnie, I'm home!" I let out a slight call-which the elders of the family considered howls-for the ruler of the house. I slowly climbed up the flight of stairs to my room, with Soobin adhering to the path I trailed.

It was only when I was on the third storey that I realised none of the rest of my family were in my house.

Addressing Soobin, I said, "Wait a while, okay? I'll just come back."

I hopped over the railings of the stairs and slid down them. If Eonnie where around, I could have been as dead as a doornail but neither did I have time for looking for some nails, nor was I interested.

I turned towards the kitchen in the left of the drawing room on the ground floor. Just as I had expected, with an unconventionally bad handwriting, Dami had left me a message. She never considered texting me or calling me to inform the same but that small sticky note would always be affixed to that very location of the fridge.

It wasn't like she had no idea that there were easier methods of contacting me but the fact that she completely took care of every single thing that could make me feel valued... Just how my mum used to.

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Bub,
Your brother had a sudden wish to take your niece out for a treat and of course, I tagged along. But, I made you your favourite fried chicken. Also, I left some store bought galbi because I suck at that. Could you do me a favour by heating them up? And! I thought you might have your other two detective friends over so I made extra. You already know where the ice-cream is. Anyways, take care.

Yours,
Dami

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"Soobin-ssi," I called out as loud as I could. My brother and his family wasn't here and that meant I had to cook (or heat up) the chicken myself. She didn't write favour in bold for no reason. She was well aware of how I was anything but good-or okay-with cooking.

"Yes?" I could hear his footsteps calmly approach me from the quarter space landing of the staircase.

"So... My family is out." I boldly took a deep breath, trying to understand all that I would tell him to insist him to cook.

"And? You don't have to worry. I'm not hungry or anything."

"Well, food was never a problem in my house," I smiled, my chest inflating with pride, "But the problem is... We have to cook the chicken Eonnie left for us."

"Alright...?" He raised his eyebrows, trying to guess what I was about to say next. My breath hitched at it. I was known to be the most independent girl of the campus... But I didn't know how to do the basic thing for survival, Cook. I didn't want to come off as stupid to him.