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"...Where are you going?"

Daeho's voice made me jump, and I whipped around to face him while clutching at my chest, trying to get my now racing heartbeat to slow.

Still wearing the gray lounge set he had put on last night, his blond hair was a mess, but tired green eyes were widened and staring at me. I wanted to leave early so as not to wake him up, but... well, so much for that.

"Y-You scared me," I breathed, blinking at the tall frame standing in front of me. He had descended the stairs so quietly, how?? "I was just... going out for a minute."

"Where?" Daeho spat, not missing a beat, running a hand through his sandy hair in an attempt to tame the wild morning nest.

"....O-Out," I said again simply, although I didn't expect him to be satisfied with that answer.

I was attempting to sneak out and find some flowers to gift him for our 100th day anniversary, but my plan was collapsing in front of me. If he was already awake, then how would I get the flowers home without him seeing? And what excuse would I make without exposing myself?

Daeho tilted his head even farther to his right, narrowing his eyes to study me. I was preparing myself for another barrage of questions, but surprisingly, a wide grin broke out on his face.

"You don't have to get up so early to go out somewhere, like you're trying to avoid me," He chuckled.

He raised his hand towards me.

I flinched.

He placed it on my shoulder, patting me reassuringly, once, twice.

"I'll let you go out. it's not like I'm gonna trap you here," He smiled. 

I nodded. "Of course." I tried to laugh, but it came out pathetically nervous. 

"Well, go ahead," Daeho sighed, turning away to head towards the kitchen and scour through my fridge for breakfast. "Let me know if you get it."

Furrowing my brows in slight confusion, I stared at the side of his face, illuminated by the motion sensor light emanating from the fridge as he opened it. It bathed his sharp features in a pale and artificially blue glow. "...Get what?"

Throwing me a look over his shoulder, he explained with a slight tone of irritation, as if I should have known what he was talking about. "The job, babe. Aren't you going out for an interview?" 

He grabbed a container of leftovers and made his way across the kitchen to put it in the microwave. My voice, almost a whisper, was nearly drowned out by the beeping of the keypad, then the low hum of the food being heated. 

"Um... no, not today."

There was a pause of silence - or rather, it would have been silent, if the microwave wasn't on and buzzing as the turntable inside rotated, evenly heating the leftovers.

" 'Not. Today.' " Daeho's emerald eyes cut into me, and I immediately broke eye contact, dropping my gaze to the floor as he repeated my words, his voice raised ever so slightly. " 'Not today' ? Didn't you just get fired?"

I swallowed, but my throat was suddenly dry, and licking my lips didn't help at all. "I-"

"How are you going to pay for this apartment if you don't get another job?" He continued to question me, waving a hand around to encompass my kitchen and living room, his voice raising again. I shuddered at how loud he was being.

Was he mad? I sighed. I had hoped to avoid frustrating him, but getting up early was all in vain now. The microwave beeped with completion before I could answer. Not like I had an answer ready anyway, I just shrugged. 

Daeho retrieved his food and almost slammed the microwave door shut, but caught himself and closed it gently, taking a deep breath. 

"Fine. Go wherever you were about to go," He added through gritted teeth, taking his food and stalking back upstairs, not bothering to look at me as he spoke.

I nodded, but he couldn't see it with his back turned as he disappeared up the stairway, and I soon heard his bedroom door closing more forcefully than usual.

Turning the handle of my front door, I opened it and left with another sigh.

"Just get the flowers and get home," I whispered to the cloudless summer sky and the solitary trees, keeping my eyes on my shoes as they carried me down the sidewalk towards the local florist shop.

"He didn't mean to yell. He'll be happier when he sees the gift I bought for him," I assured myself, crossing the street.

"Just get the flowers and get home as soon as possible, Y/N."