Chapter 3

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Krystal listens to the clinks and clanks of the kitchen's utensils and watches Sehun rushing through to kitchen to make their breakfast. Feeling fascinated, she hops off the stool by the kitchen's bar and peers behind Sehun's figure to see what he was doing.

Sehun, whom was too focused on cooking didn't see Krystal next to him until he felt a breath behind his ear. "Gosh sweetheart, you scared me!" He chuckles, his eyes forming moon crescents. "What are you making?" She asks, eyes twinkling.

"Scrambled eggs and bacons." He answers, biting on a crisp of bacon. Expertly carrying the two plates in his arms, he walks towards the dining room and starts to set the table for breakfast. Krystal once again just awkwardly stands by his side, watching him folding a napkin and then placing it onto the table. But of course, after three years living in that place, she would have forgotten some things normal people do in their daily lives. She was also used to being directed, so it was normal for her to not do things on her own will. Sehun pats her back and pushes her down onto a seat. "You can just hang around while I get the juice for us."

When Sehun came back, his heart softens at the side of Krystal playing with the fork by balancing it onto her nose. She grunts in annoyance when it fell, a clank filling the entire room. "Silly, that's for eating."

"Oh ... I knew that ..." Krystal says softly, almost inaudible but Sehun caught it. Picking up a spoon, she starts to eat when she sees Sehun eating, and imitates his moves.

"Nice hoodie you have there." Sehun starts, a sly smirk forming on his lips.

"Huh? The hoodie ... But it's yours?" Confusion was written all over her face.

"I was just ... Joking with you." He answers and ruffles her hair.

"Ah. Oh." Blushing, she ducks her head and continues eating.

Once they were done with breakfast and washing the dishes, Krystal settles herself onto the sofa but not long later Sehun enters the living room only to drag her out of his apartment.

"Sehun where are we going?" Feeling startled slightly, she questions as she got into the car.

Sehun got himself on her to buckle her seatbelt. Her heart drums against her ribcage. "Shopping for you of course." He answers and turns on the ignition. "But why would I need shopping?" She frowns. She hated the idea of walking along the endless amount of shops just to look for a couple of clothing.

"You don't like shopping?" He asks, quite taken aback.

She shakes her head. "A while back when I still lived with my family my sister would drag me to malls and I would end up waiting and carrying her shopping bags." Krystal grimaced at the memory. She hated those times but now all she wishes was to return and be that Krystal again, even if it meant endless of hours shopping with her elder sister.

Sehun chuckles from his seat. "Well, you're one unique girl."

He pulls a stop to a fancy looking mall, one seemed foreign to Krystal. "Come on." He unbuckles his seatbelt and got off before throwing his keys to the valet.

She steps out in suit and looks at the people walking around her in awe, having this being the first time she was seeing the public people since she's stepped a foot in South Korea. Sehun grasp his hand and hers, and brought her inside heading straight for the escalators.

Pushing her towards a random fashion store, he bends down to say, "Pick anything you like." And turns to walk away but stops when he feels her tugging onto the hem of his shirt.

"I need your help in this." She shyly mutters and points towards the endless rows of clothing. "You sure?" He hesitantly asked. She nods and pulls him towards a rack before flipping through the articles of clothing.

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"Krystal, what about this one?" He pulls a leather skirt off the rack, and she scrunches her nose in distaste. She had always hated skirts, but she hated short stuffs in general. She didn't think that showing off her skin to other people was worth it.

"Too short." She utters and continues to flip through the dresses.

This had been their 11th store and Sehun still presses her to buy more clothes despite the numerous amount of bags they had been carrying.

Once Sehun paid for all the clothes she chose from that store, they moved onto the next one, which awkwardly was a lingerie store. Sehun was about to walk in without a second thought, but was stopped by Krystal who's already madly blushing. Smirking, he bend down to her height and pats her head before saying, "I'll be right over there if you need me."

She stares at his retrieving back and quickly went down to business not wanting Sehun to wait for her long.

While Sehun went to pay for her undergarments, a store across the mall caught her attention and without realizing, she finds herself gawking at a particular item displayed at the showcase. Her hand went up to the glass and she looks at the cube with such admiration and let's her palm rests on top of the glass.

"You want that?" Sehun's deep voice interrupted her thoughts and she looks behind to ask, "Can I?"

Sehun nods and walks in the store to purchase the very exact Rubik's cube she had been eyeing since a few minutes ago. Once they got into Sehun's car, she immediately takes the cube out of its bag and starts to dissemble and solving it back in a jiffy.

"I know a hyung who could fix cubes like that within minutes. Until now he couldn't find anyone much quicker than he was. I guess I found that someone now."

Krystal's lips lift up to reveal the slightest smile. "Back at the club ... I only had this. I played with it everyday but I never got bored. And oddly enough, it reminds me of home."

Sehun nods in understanding and sighed before shifting gears to make to car stop when they come across a red light. "How did you end up there?"

Krystal drops the cube onto her lap and placed a hand to cover her mouth. She averts her attention towards the scenery outside the window, not wanting to meet Sehun's eyes.

"Look, Krystal-"

She cuts him off with a meek voice, "I don't wish to speak of it."

And the rest of the car ride was dead silent.

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