Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓

27.

"Why did we come here?" Jisoo asked in surprise when through the windshield of the cab car she saw not the area where she lives, but the high-rise building where Haein's apartment is located.

"I thought it would be difficult for you to stay at home for now," he said, unsure if he did right by making this decision for her.

After the funeral, he was about to fight off Jaehyun, who almost forcibly tried to put her in his driver's car. The girl herself seemed to be planning to no longer leave the columbarium, in which the ashes of her mother lay. In fact, Haein was afraid that if he took Jisoo home, she would sit down at the books, since in the three days of the wake, she had already managed to ask him and Jaehyun several times about how the class was preparing for the test. The girl even managed to quietly find out from Jaehyun if Madame Bernard now hates her because Jisoo does not attend her classes.

"Okay," she nodded briefly at the guy's words, understanding the real reason for her being here. At home, only few things reminded of her mother, because they practically did not go there. However, thoughts and memories of her would eat her away so much that the only way out of reality would be ballet. And Haein hated when she practiced to the point of exhaustion to forget and escape problems.

"I'll fill the bath for you," he informed her as they entered the apartment, "and then I'm going to fetch your clothes from your house."

"No need," she shook her head and, hugging his body, put her heavy head on his chest. "I can wear one of yours," she smiled lightly as her fingers squeezed his T-shirt on the back. "If you don't mind."

"Of course, I don't. I love it when my clothes smell like you," he replied, running his hand through her hair, and, looking into her face, weightlessly kissed her forehead.

After filling the tub with hot water, he helped the girl get rid of the school uniform in which she ran to the hospital from Jaehyun's mansion. Jisoo was silent the whole time, allowing the guy to unbutton her shirt and pull off her skirt since she didn't have the strength to do it herself. In fact, she had no strength for anything, and she was afraid that this feeling of abandonment and fatigue would never disappear from her life.

"Will you stay?" she asked quietly and pulled his T-shirt up a little, hinting that she would like to go into the water with him. Haein raised his eyebrows questioningly, shifting his gaze from the girl to the bath. "I'm still hurt by you for the pool. What if you throw me into the water and run away?" she mockingly justified herself with a smile, not wanting to admit to the guy that it is now extremely important for her not to be alone.

"You're making jokes," he remarked, nodding slightly, "that's good. And you deserved the pool, you know that," he grinned, not reacting to her slight pinch on the side.

Quickly stripping naked, Haein sat in the bath and mentally understood how Jungsuk managed to fall asleep in it one day. It was quite roomy and comfortable. And when Jisoo followed him into the water and sat down with her back in front of the guy, he took a washcloth. Slightly moving closer to the girl, he slowly ran a soapy foamy washcloth along her back, feeling how tense her whole body was.

"By the way, grandma sent you a huge container of pickled cucumbers," he said after a few minutes, hoping to break up this silence with which he was sure Jisoo was more deeply immersed in mournful thoughts.

"For me?" Jisoo looked surprised and turned her head to the side to make sure he wasn't joking. "Did you tell her about me?"

"Well, not really. She guessed it herself," he chuckled, moving closer to her, and began gently rubbing the skin on her neck, brushing her wet hair aside.

"How could she guess?" Jisoo didn't fully believe that now his grandmother knew about her, but even the slightest thought of it made her smile warmly. She was pleased to think that the closest to Haein person knew about their relationship.