Time Of Death [Yungi]

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70 DAYS

"Is this really okay?" I asked. 

"Now you ask?!" Yunho said after already bringing half my things in with little to no help from me. 

I did really try, but I got too exhausted too quickly and I just couldn't do it so he offered to do it alone. 

I pouted, "Sorry." 

"Uh huh. Well, it has to be now because I'm not taking all of this back down. So shut it." He said, putting the boxes he was holding down. 

"I'll pay you back for half the rent whenever I can. I promise." I said. 

"That'll be before two months right?" He asked.

"Depends..." He rolled his eyes and I smiled. "I'll stop joking." 

"As long as you're smiling, I don't really care." He went to the door to continue getting the rest of the boxes. 

"I smile whenever I'm around you." I said without really thinking it through. 

He looked back at me and I watched as a softness came over his features. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile. "I'm glad." 

52 DAYS

"You really can't cook to save your life, can you?" I asked, taking over the kitchen to try and salvage whatever he was making. 

"You should know this by now." Yunho muttered, looking over what I was doing. 

"Oh really? Just because you order take out so often, doesn't mean I'd automatically know. I just thought you worked late." I said, decided to throw away some of the parts he cooked. 

He gave me a deep frown, like I personally offended him by doing what I was doing. 

"There's no saving that. I'm sorry." I said, moving on to the other dishes. 

"How did you learn to cook?" He asked. 

"Both of my parents owned restaurants." I answered, starting a new batch of rice. 

"Really? Are they still up?" He said. 

I let out a long wistful sigh. "They are...just with different owners. Sadly...they're both dead..." 

He threw something at me and it made me break into a smile that I always wore when I was with him. "Dick." 

"What?! They are! I didn't say a word of a lie!" I defended myself, momentarily raising my hands. 

He shook his head, "You love to make me feel like shit." 

"It's easy!" I chuckled. "It's not intentional-" He sent me a scowl. "Okay it definitely is. I'm sorry!" 

"All lies." He rested his chin on my shoulder and I felt my hands freeze. I widely stared at the pot of rice, and I could feel my heart speed up. It made me dizzy. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice right next to my ear.