Yeona stepped inside, the word "home" echoing softly in her mind—both the comfort she craved and the place she dreaded. Her eyes widened in disbelief. The house was spotless, every corner pristine, not a single speck of dust on the floor. It looked like someone had turned it into a showroom.
“Oh, you’re back,” came a familiar, warm voice.
Jackson leaned against the doorway, grinning like he’d just won a game. Yeona rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips. Despite her best efforts to act indifferent, deep down, she appreciated him.
Jackson—the one who kept her house from falling apart while she was gone. The one who somehow always managed to annoy her and protect her at the same time. The one she called her brother, even if she never said it outright.
“How was the trip?” Jackson asked, voice casual.
“Good enough without you,” Yeona replied with a smirk, collapsing onto the couch. Millie, her dog, immediately jumped up, wagging her tail like she hadn’t seen Yeona in years. Shrimp, her cat, rubbed affectionately against her ankles.
Jackson just chuckled, clearly used to her blunt attitude. It was his normal.
“How did you even get in?” she asked, looking around.
“Easy peasy,” he said, holding up a set of keys. “You gave me a spare.”
Yeona blinked, remembering suddenly.
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Flashback
She had been asleep, clutching her Chimmy plushie, when her phone suddenly blared, jolting her awake.
“Hello?” she mumbled.
“Ayo, sistar! Wassup!” Jackson’s slurred voice buzzed through the speaker, background noise of a club bleeding into the call.
“Are you drunk?” she asked skeptically.
“Mmm… just a little,” he admitted. “Only had six glasses.”
“That’s a lot, you dumbass.”
“Really? Mark said he usually drinks seven.”
“Obviously bluffing.”
“Aish, just tell me where you are?”
“At the club.”
“Which one?”
“The one near my house, duh.”
“You’ve got like a million clubs near you. Name it.”
“***** Club.”
Yeona sighed, more annoyed than worried, but when she pictured Jackson in that state, the urge to hit him softened. “Sleep in the guest room.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
And then he passed out.
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The next morning, Jackson woke up confused in the unfamiliar guest room. As his blurry eyes met Yeona’s amused gaze, he muttered, “Satan, is that you?”
She scoffed, tossing him her spare keys. “Keep these with you next time you get drunk and make me drag your sorry ass to bed.”
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Back to present—
“Oh,” was all Yeona could say.
Jackson smirked. “Now spill the tea, sis.”
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|| Philophobia || Baek Kyung
FanfictionPhilophobia - the fear of falling in love " You know you're like the street cats near my house" "I'm sorry wha-" " I mean you have eaten my food and yet you are ungrateful as heck" "Hwang Yeona how dare you"
