It's Tomorrow, Little Thing

CHAPTER EIGHT (Myeon-Jin's POV)

I sit up and rub my eyes. I smell faint cologne and glance around the room I'm in. I almost jump from the bed but I calm my mind down, remembering that I moved last night into Ye-Jun's room.

I push the covers to my knees and get out of bed. I stretch and walk to the bathroom, the scent of cologne a little stronger. I swallow and look into the mirrors, seeing my hair in all directions. I look up and see a mirror clock. It reads 10:43. I look at myself in the mirror and realize how rich this guy is. Like- OMG.

Bo-Ham enters the penthouse and bows when he sees me. I bow my head.

"Have you eaten?" he asks.

I nod and present myself. "And I've changed." I'm wearing a large gray shirt with black slacks and my own shoes and sweater.

Bo-Ham smiles at me and looks at the bulletin board by the entrance. "Did Mr. Jeong not leave you a note?"

I frown in confusion. "No?"

Bo-Ham looks at me. "Really?" He pulls out his phone and types a few things. He sighs and looks at me apologetically. "He should be scolded," he says. "Does he have your number?" he asks me after a moment.

I shake my head and clutch my phone tighter, silently wishing that I didn't have a phone.

"Well," Bo-Ham starts, "I'll just give you his and be sure to text him that it's you."

He shows me his phone and I stare at it for a moment until he pushes it closer to my face. I mutter an apology and tap into my Contacts, add him and text him that it's me and to add me into his contacts. I look up to see Bo-Ham smile and leave me as my phone buzzes.

I glance down and see that Ye-Jun responded with a:

Oh, glad to welcome you to my contacts!!

I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Myeon-Jin?" Bo-Ham asks. I look up at him. "Would you like to go to the store with me?" He holds up a ring of keys.

The aisles were empty except for the single employee. I turn away and begin to scan the shelves with Bo-Ham. Bo-Ham only scans, glancing at a list on his phone every now and then. I hear the employee's cart come closer so I take a quick glance.

To my surprise, his eyes are already on me. I smile faintly even when he doesn't and look away. I swallow, thinking to myself that was awkward.

"Excuse me?" a voice rasps in my ear. The employee is suddenly close to me, and he holds my wrist, his nails digging into my skin.

"Let go," I whisper back, making sure my senior doesn't hear me and beats this guy's bottom.

The employee's smile fades as another hand is placed on top of his, making us both jump. We look at the newcomer, only to find Oh Jun-Hee: my Uni friend.

"Get lost, prick," he snaps, Bo-Ham turning around. The employee yanks his hand away from mine and pulls his cart to another aisle, disappearing. I am suddenly able to breathe until Jun-Hee hugs me tightly.

"You idiot," he accuses as he pulls away. "Where the hell have you been?" Jun-Hee has always had a commanding voice, paired with dark hair and bright eyes that have a twinkle in them that can make anyone fall in love with him.

I almost don't want to answer him but that's dangerous 'cause he will shake me until I spit out a reply. Nervous that Bo-Ham will interrogate him in front of me to embarrass him, I smile and shrug.

"Just not feeling the best," I lie. "I already texted Sam-Yong, and I thought he talked to you guys?"

Jun-Hee raises a brow. "No," he says, "he never said anything." He twists his face into a confused expression and also shrugs. "Whatever." He looks at me, still unaware of Bo-Ham but I don't relax at his obliviousness. "Jeong-Hyuk and the dancers are missing you, Myeon-Jin," he explains, catching me off guard.

I look at him hesitantly but try to get rid of it. "Ah," is all I can let leave my mouth. "Geu-rae?" I want to laugh it off but I miss the guys too.

"Excuse me," Bo-Ham interrupts, taking Jun-Hee's arm and turning him towards him. "Can you let us go? We need to pay and live our lives." Bo-Ham gives my friend a passive smile.

Jun-Hee scoffs and nods. "We?"

I had almost thought that Jun-Hee would not be getting out of that alive but to my surprise, Bo-Ham replied calmly, though still chilling my bones in the process.

Now, Yang Bo-Ham looks up recipes for a meal.

I only sit in the living room on my phone until Bo-Ham starts talking to me.

"Who was that?" he asks. "At the store."

"A University friend," I reply, not taking my eyes off my phone.

After a moment, he asks: "Do you miss your school? I heard him talking about friends and dancers."

I look at him.

"You're a dancer? Did you think I wasn't listening?" His eyes freeze on me. His lips open in an expectant gap. He raises his brows, still waiting.

To be respectful, I make my body face him and don't look him directly in the eyes immediately. "Ne, I am a dancer and yes I miss my friends and I didn't think much if you were listening in or not." I swallow and breathe because I said that in one breath.

The senior places his hands on the counter and peers under the cabinets. "Ga," he says, nodding his head to his right, my left.

"B-bwo?" I stammer. "Ga?"

"Park Myeon-Jin," he says quickly to shut me up. "Get your things, go to University. Your friends are probably worried sick, and I'm sure you miss dancing?" He raises his chin haughtily.

I almost don't want to go, but Bo-Ham practically gives me no choice, shoving me out of the door.