Fan Service [Yunho]

14

"Charlie?" Yunho knocked on the door persistently. "Are you in there?"

"I'm busy packing!" I shouted back, hoping he hadn't seen my bag downstairs. I was leaning against the wall...my face in my hands as I tried to keep my crying sounds to a minimum.

"Charlie? Can we talk?" he asked again. I wish he'd just go away. Pretending like he gave a fuck was worse. It made it harder when I knew that I wasn't a priority for him.

"Later! I'm busy!" I called out through tears, hoping he'd just go away.

"At least let me give you your assignments for the day," he pleaded.

Fuck. My job started today...

I sighed and sulked over to the door, seeing no choice but to obey him. Before, I opened it, I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath towards my expression in the mirror. I'd always just relied on myself and shouldn't have expected anything else.

I opened it just a sliver and mumbled, "Hand it here," as I stuck my hand through the door.

Yunho chuckled, completely unaware of how upset I was. "I didn't write it down, Charlie."

I pouted in annoyance. "Then go write it down and then bring it back," I snapped before shutting the door again.

It had barely clicked shut before he was knocking again.

"What now?" I groaned as I flung it open.

Yunho didn't wait even a second before walking in with his arms crossed as he stared in disappointment that I couldn't distinguish between real or fake. "Is that any way to talk to your employer, Charlie?" he cocked a brow.

My heart raced anxiously. I didn't want to be in trouble on my first day but hearing him call himself my employer pissed me off even further. Is that all he was?

"So we're not friends?" I asked, my voice cracking at the end of the question though I hid it with a well-placed cough.

"We are but..."

"Because you said if you got in at a decent hour last night that you'd come by to see me and you didn't, even though I know you got back before midnight so..."

"How do you know that?" he asked.

I could've punched myself for giving that away. "Know what?" I tried to play off.

"How do you know what time I got back last night? Were you waiting up for me?" His voice was soft and full of pity. I hated it.

"No. You and your date were just obnoxiously loud. Thanks for waking me up by the way," I lied.

"We were loud?" he laughed.

"Yes! So loud actually that I think earplugs should be included in the hazard pay."