THE BOY I LOVED

soonhoon 9

The door of Jihoon's apartment slightly creaked open, footsteps being prominent in a way as if someone was deliberate to announce their presence, but Jihoon who lifelessly laid on his couch could only care less about it.

Soonyoung though just broke into someone's apartment as if it was his own, the first sight he met while stepping into the living room was not very pleasent.

Jihoon was on the couch, half covered by blanket while half of his body almost hanging down. The table in front of him was a mess, scattered packets of snacks and a few bottles of soju which had their own stories to tell. The TV though was on, the voice was already minimum enough to keep the writer to sleep, making Jihoon wonder if it was important to on it in the first place.

Jihoon's apartment was large, it should have been large by looking at the amount of money he makes and how rarely he used it but it was too large giving the way only a single person lives in it.

If the plus point of his place was its greatness, the minus point was its emptiness. Beside the couch and table in the living room, Soonyoung could see no additional furniture, neither it looked like the man who would sleep on his couch than on his bed would need one. In the corner he could visibly see the kitchen, the glasses around it enabled him to see the cleanness inside.

Soonyoung was thanking God atleast this man wasn't living with a nastiest kitchen Soonyoung could ever imagine. His kitchen was clean, almost as if nobody really bothered going inside and it was true.

Soonyoung knew it wasn't his place to judge how this human less cat was living his life. He need to get his work done so he kicked at the lower part of sofa, warning the shorter, "Get up."

As an expected reaction, he didn't. The younger just whined, telling him to go away while clutching on his blanket for his life. The moment he turned around, finding a more comfortable position, Soonyoung snatched the blanket away from his grip, making the shorter groan for a brief moment, eyes still closed.

"I said get up and sign these." Soonyoung ordered, fishing out the papers from his jacket before throwing it on shorter, who just grabbed onto it while sitting, eyes still closed and definitely trying not to process his environment at the moment.

Though the shorter was up, wearing his white tee and sweatpants beneath,  when his eyes finally flattered open while trying to fix itself with the sudden brightness, he didn't look surprised at all while watching Soonyoung in his apartment. Infact he showed his palm, asking further, "Pen?"

Soonyoung was taken aback. Out of all reactions he had expected to receive, this one was not even in the list. Still keeping his amusement aside, he took out a pen out of his jacket, handing it to younger who didn't even bother to look at what it was. He just blindly opened the pages, asked where he was supposed to rumble his pen, rumbled and handed it back to Soonyoung.

Soonyoung wondered what really was going inside writer's head the moment shorter decided to go back to his sleep once again. He looked at the papers and then at the shorter, asking in nothing but voice full of sarcasm, "Are you stupid? Who the hell on earth signs papers without reading them?"

Jihoon's eyes were still closed, "Why do I need to read them? You already should know what's integrating or desintergeting for me and I ensure my trust to you."

Soonyoung laughed mockingly, "Oh, do you? I never saw someone ghosting the people they trust." When Jihoon didn't said anything, Soonyoung asked again, "Why aren't you surprised to see me here? Is it so common for people to break through your apartment?"

Jihoon groaned again, sitting back knowing well his manager wasn't going to let him sleep. Ofcourse why would he when he literally was bearing loads of questions on his back.

The writer looked at Soonyoung, half annoyed and half surprised, "You are the first one Seungcheol gave my real address to. You just made him betray me in what? A full five days? I expected your presence here, but not this early."

Soonyoung looked at writer's messed up hair before continuing, "So is this something I should be proud of? You literally disappeared? For fucks sake will you explain why didn't you bother to pick up my calls? Atleast you could have replied to my messages and told me you were alive!"

"I am always alive." The writer replied nonchalantly while he stared at the phone lingering around the corner part of his table. When Soonyoung caught his sight, he picked up his phone and showed it to him, "Sixty seven missed calls in three days by me, thirty five by Mr. Kim. Are you planning to showcase these to someone and flaunt about it or something?"

Jihoon laughed, a mere one which was rarely visible, "You people completed a century there. Good job!"

"I am serious!" Soonyoung glared at the writer while continuing. "You need to pick up my calls, at the very least reply to my messages. I am you manager, you appointed me then atleast let me have my freedom to behave like one! This is not done Lee Jihoon, you need to understand that i-"

The manager was cut off the moment Jihoon shoved out a phone from his pocket, handing it to Soonyoung while  speaking, "Add your phone number in there."

Soonyoung was taken aback for the second time of the day but still he opened the phone which visibly had no locks for protection, "What is this for?"

"If you want reply of your calls and messages, change your way for getting to me." He added, feeling bored, "Keep treating yourself like everyone else and you'll never get to me."

"Is that a threat?" Soonyoung asked, adding his phone number in there, then adding his to his own phone in case Jihoon never really bothered to call him.

"It's an advice. You didn't got a hold onto me because you were using the old explicit ways. I am not same to everyone, you need to understand that. And yes, i am giving you my phone number, my apartment's password and my address so I am ensuring my peace to you. Do not call me more than two times a day. Do not come here until very necessary and do not give that phone number to anyone. I can change the number but no one will be there to change the body of your soul when you'll apparently die by my hand. Now you can take your leave."

Jihoon stood up, turning away to his bedroom. having his sleep already ruined by his own manager, he stopped again when he realised Soonyoung really never buzzed from his place. He looked back just to see a disgusted expression on Soonyoung's face while watching his creations on table.

"I said you can leave." He state again, hoping the taller would understand but in reply, he got a hesitant pointed finger towards the messiness on the table, "Is this really normal for you?"

Jihoon sighed in frustration, "Yes it is. Now get you ass out of my house. Right now."

The statement made no impact on taller, "Be honest, how many days have been since you had some.... normal food?"

Jihoon was confused, "huh?"