What Are We?

xi

We added another rule.

I finally gave him a key to the house cause I just can't be bothered opening the door to him as he's here sometimes almost everyday more than once in a day. So our rule is that he still needs to knock and if I don't open up in seven seconds he can use his key. It's long enough for me to stop whatever I'm doing and get the door but short enough that he won't get recognised by my neighbours.

Is there another logical reason why seven seconds you ask? According to Jin it's because his band has seven members. Sweet.

So that was our most recent arrangement and it was working great. I didn't have to stop what I'm doing or even if I'm not doing anything and I'm just lazy to get the door he comes walking right in after seven seconds. I even timed him one time and he follows that rule to the tee.

Which is why I was so annoyed that one time that I forgot to bring my towel in the shower room and I had to go out to make a dash to my bedroom when I heard him knock. I could've run and made it to my bedroom in no time, out of his sight by the time I reach my bedroom door which is not in view of the front door. Or I don't know just yell out for him to give me 5 more seconds before he opens the door. I'm sure that's not much of a sacrifice.

But no, I froze.

I stepped out of the shower, drying my feet on the mat before heading to my bedroom when I heard his knock. I don't think it's been seven seconds when I heard the door lock click. I mean the shower is just there, I can just step back and I'm out of sight. Or like I said run like a mad woman to my bedroom. But no I stood there as he went in fully clothed when I attacked him trying to cover his eyes. At first he didn't know what was going on and just figured out later as he tried to remove my hand off his face. His ears reddened and quickly shut his eyes pushing me back in the shower, fumbled for the door but slightly grazed my breast instead.

There was silence.

"Saab-ah. Don't worry I didn't see anything. You can come out now."

"Shut up! Of course you did see."

"Ok fine I did but not very well. It was just a blur. Please come out. I got Bungeo-ppang."

That's my favourite. I sighed.

"I need a towel."

"Where do you keep them?"

"It's in my bedroom. Next to the door. Grab me a tshirt too please. It's on the second top drawer."

I'll just wrap the towel round my waist and put on undies once I get to my bedroom.

"Here. Open the door I won't look."

I opened the door like a creep and grabbed the towel of him as well as my tshirt but to my surprise.. and embarrassment, he also got me a shorts and matching bra and panty. I don't have the energy left anymore to tell him off for sneaking into my underwear drawer. It's actually thoughtful but just knowing he saw all my underwear, some of them I should've thrown out, and some wow! Why did I buy them, it looked like it belonged to an exotic dancer kinda undies.

I maxed out my embarrassment quota that day.

I came out of the shower, hair up in the towel he gave me and all dressed in clothes that he personally picked. As I approached the couch he was on, bungeo-ppang in mouth, our eyes met and before I can say anything, he clapped his hands.

"Waaahh! Look at you! I should be a stylist. The colour of the T-shirt matches your skin perfectly!"

I grabbed a bungeo-ppang from the bag and just muttered a thank you, put my feet up on the couch and leaned back.

His eyes glued on me, "you're welcome."

His ears so red I thought it was gonna fall off.

I flicked it.

"Why are your ears so red?"

He was speechless at my boldness. Do I really want to hear if he actually saw my naked body or not? Hey, I'm maxed out anyway. I don't care. I want to know. I want to know what he thinks about that. How it made him feel.

"You're seriously asking me that?" His face was unreadable.

"Yeah why?" I challenged him.

"Waaahh.. Saab-ah, you're bold! Wait. Ah yeah you were."

I smacked his head, "You said you didn't see anything!" I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled on it.

"I didn't see the details! I told you it was just a blur." He was half laughing half whining.

His face ended up just a few inches apart from mine and if he didn't prop himself up with his left arm on the arm rest next to where I'm sitting, he would've kissed me, accidentally again.

He looked straight at me, no longer smiling. I see his eyes travel down to my lips, and I remembered the first time he was here in my apartment. In this couch where he stole my fist kiss.

My heart's beating really fast now and I'm close to closing the gap between our faces when he pulled himself up and cleared his throat.

I sat up straight too. I'm maxed out now right. That's what kept running through my head. I'm curious about one thing and this is the perfect timing.

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"The night you stayed over, you fell asleep right, drunk."

"Yeah?" Waiting for my question.

"Do you remember anything that happened that night?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. That's what I'm asking. Do you remember anything you did?"

He was staring at me now, studying my face and trying to read what I'm gettin at.

"Like you, kissing me.." I left the part about him cupping a feel.

"Me.. kissing you?"

"Never mind. Looks like you don't remember anyway."

"I'm not saying.. if I do remember, what do you want me to do? Say sorry?"

"No, I don't know. I just wanted to know. It's my first kiss and it just sucks if the other party didn't even remember it happened."

I was looking down at my hands now, can't imagine I still have some embarrassment left in me.

He didn't say anything so I still don't know if he remembers or not or if he was too drunk to know what he was doing.

I finally looked up and I see him staring at me. He leaned closer, breaking more than one rule that day.