The Foreigner

Chapter Eight

Sage Taylor

I laid in my bed scrolling through my phone. It was the weekend thank god, these past few days have turned my world upside down. I heard something hit my window before scrunching my face up confused.

I walked to my window and opened it before seeing In-Yeop.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I whispered.

"Ash uh I was on a run and he picked up your scent." He said.

"You have to go." I said.

"Come on." He smiled looking up at me.

"If I leave, I know I'll get caught." I said.

"Step back." He said.

"What?" I asked.

"Move away from the window." He chuckled.

I sighed and did as told I quickly put my contacts in before I heard him jump. I gasp as he climbed through my window.

"Hi." He smiled.

"You have to go." I said.

"I just got here, nice room." He said looking around.

I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted when I heard heavy footsteps.

"Hide." I whispered.

His eyes widened as he looked around, I shoved him as we began bickering back and fourth.

"Dumb ass hide somewhere." I hissed.

"This room is a damn shoebox where the fuck am I'm supposed to go?" He asked.

I heard my door creek and my eyes widened as I turned around.

"What are you doing?" Saint asked.

"What you mean?" I asked looking over my shoulder not seeing In-Yeop.

"I heard you talking to someone." He said coming into my room.

He turned around glancing behind my door. I looked up to see In-Yeop on the ceiling.

"Oh my god." I said.

Saint quickly turned around and raised a brow.

"What?" He asked.

"Oh my god do you really think someone is in my room?" I asked.

"You're right, Sylvia said I should start trusting you more. I'm sorry." He sighed.

"It's fine." I mumbled.

"You know I act this way for your protection." He said.

"Yeah I know." I nodded.

"Alright, good night don't stay up to long." He said.

"I won't." I smiled before he left closing the door.