Fatal Trouble | Y.Jw

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The kettle had only just started wheezing when a few firm knocks were on Jiyeon's apartment door. A heavy sigh escaped her as she quickly removed the kettle from the stove, turned it off and rushed out to the slim hallway that made the entrance to her two-roomed apartment. The reading club had lasted for longer than she thought and by now she was terribly hungry. An annoyed look on her face once she opened her door.

"I'm sure it can wait until tomorrow," Jiyeon reminded with a tired look, Jungwon leaning against the slim hallway on the other side of her apartment door.

"You told me you'd answer any questions, any time, to your ability," Jungwon excused.

"Yes, but I do not want my work mixing into my private life. My apartment is sacred, go along," Jiyeon excused and waved her hand out at Jungwon.

"Perfect, then we'll see it as two colleagues sharing a dinner over the dull and boring events of work itself," Jungwon excused with a nod. Jiyeon's eyes trailed down to the plastic bag in his hand, in which two foam packages clearly held a dinner. The scent of deliciously cooked food reached her nostrils. Her eyes squinted together and turned back to look up at Jungwon, who quickly dropped his smile, "I've been waiting at the kitchen across the street for you to get home. It's a pressing question."

"Deduct your way to it. The same way you do with my hobbies and life, apparently," Jiyeon retorted with a small frown.

"Figuring out you like to read is nothing impressive, hardly. No sane person reads Hugo's Les Misérables and Tolstoy's War and Peace in the same week. They'd go insane," Jungwon sternly remarked, "do you have ice in the freezer?"

"A few perhaps," Jiyeon shrugged.

"Great. We'll be able to have the cognac on the rocks then," Jungwon declared and managed to push open the door enough for him to shimmer in, "where is your dining room?"

Jiyeon pursed her lips before pointing him down towards the door at the end of the hallway. Making sure to quickly rush over and close the door to the right of the hallway, not finding it necessary that he starts snooping about in her bedroom.

"How did you even get my address anyway?" Jiyeon frowned as Jungwon disappeared into her combined living room and kitchen.

"Secretary Choi sure is a lovely woman, isn't she?" Jungwon replied calmly, "Lovely place."

"Oh please," Jiyeon snorted and rushed down to her living room, looking over towards the small circular dining table that stood across from her kitchen, which mostly could be classified as a tea kitchen. The opposite end of the room was reserved for an old couch and a corner of bookshelves, almost overflowing with books and a few shelves bending downward in the middle due to the weight, "if you brought cognac just to interrogate me you can't possibly think this is nice."

"Considering a university student lives here..." Jungwon shrugged and sat himself in one of the dining chairs, folding his hands over his stomach. He had rid himself of his usual blazer, leaving him in the white shirt he always wore and his waistcoat, "you don't pay your heat bill?"

"What do you mean?" Jiyeon frowned, crossing her arms across her chest. He was right, but she made sure to always have things heating up the apartment in other ways. The kettle boiling, the curtains drawn away when the sun shone right through the windows and every small crack covered once the cold months started coming in.

"Either that or you're an avid drinker, which I doubt considering your economy and your job. Doesn't look good to show up at work with a hangover," Jungwon remarked and glanced around, "there's quite a lot of scratch marks around the lock to your apartment. I suppose you're usually freezing when you get home... will you get two cups and some cutlery for us? I'm getting hungry."