Lovely Writer [English Translation]

Four

The next time I wake up, the first thing I do is lift the hand that is already clutching my phone to check the time.

...Nine o'clock?

I remember that I went to sleep around 4 am yesterday. I must've fallen asleep while still holding my phone.

Yesterday, I sat directly in front of the screen after showering and eating. I spent a good amount of hours typing, before I stopped around one o'clock in the morning to boil some noodles and watch something funny while eating. As soon as I finished I meditated just for a bit and then sat back down in front of the screen to continue my work on the manuscript. Only when I was satisfied with the scene did I finally close my laptop and jump tiredly into bed.

That means I've only slept for five hours, much less than my regular eight, so I bet I'll be sleepy again during the day. I stretch my lazy body, before getting up to go wash my face.

When I'm done I grab my glasses on my way out of the room, but as soon as I open the door, I'm so startled I almost call out.

"Ah... Nab... Sib."

I do my best to swallow the shock at seeing the tall figure walking out of my kitchen.

"Khun Gene?" The other party's dark eyebrows slightly rise in surprise before his mouth turns into a small smile. "You're awake. I thought you'd wake up later than this. I saw your noodle cup in the sink this morning."

I completely forgot that I had Nabsib staying at my apartment for the next month.

"Hmm... sorry... I haven't fully woken up yet..."

I sweep my eyes over the other party. He's dressed in a simple white shirt and black slacks, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair isn't styled, so it's a little messy, but in a natural sweep kind of way.

"Are you going to college?"

"In a bit. I just returned from getting you breakfast. Would you like to eat? I'll warm it up for you."

"Breakfast?"

"Yes, fried eggs and ham."

"Oh! Yes, thank you."

As I nod, Number Eighteen turns to walk back into the kitchen, so I have no other choice but to follow his steps. On the table, in the middle of the room, there are a few plates covered with a small food cover.

Sib is the one who takes the lid off and puts the plates in the microwave for me. I follow his movements with my eyes as I sit down at the table to quietly wait. I don't say anything to stop him as I have the feeling that he is still trying to butter me up, because I'm the writer of the series. Either that or in thanks for allowing him to stay for this one month. Whatever it is, I sit quietly and let him do his thing.

"Here."

I've been secretly staring at his wide back while he walks around the kitchen, so I'm caught by surprise when he spins around and sets a glass of fresh milk in front of me.

"I saw several packets in the fridge, so I figured you probably drink it regularly."

"Ah. Yes, I usually drink it when I can't sleep... Thank you."

"Do you want toast too?"

"Hmhm. With strawberry jam please. Pack a mountain of jam on it."

I promptly answer without thinking much about it. Only a second later, when setting the glass of milk down after taking a sip, do I realize I have unintentionally answered like a child. I pause and turn to look at the tall figure.

Sib stands on the other side of the table, smiling, his aura so bright it hurts my eyes. But worse than that is the fact that I just lost face to this kid. If he was only an acquaintance it wouldn't be so bad, but since he's an actor in the series and our relationship is work based, I want to keep it as serious and professional as possible.