Fatal Trouble | Y.Jw

| 2.2 |

Mrs Mae had let Jiyeon into the apartment before Jungwon even had woken up apparently. Which was fine. She had come with a few of her boxes and bags and started carrying them down into her new room. Eventually, she was met in the hallway by a very drowsy new flatmate.

"Why are you already here?" Jungwon murmured and rubbed his eye.

"It's nine. I'm moving some boxes in," Jiyeon casually excused and pushed her box past him and into her room.

"Are they heavy? I can help," he offered and quickly she shook her head.

"No, last one. Although... I have a question," she pointed out and he hummed once Jiyeon straightened up and turned to lean against her doorframe. Arms automatically crossed over her chest, "the box on the kitchen table."

"Hm?"

"What the hell is that about?"

"What'd you mean?" Jungwon frowned.

"I'm sorry. You're not aware of what's in the box?" Jiyeon questioned in disbelief.

"Aware? Yes. Aware of why it gets this reaction? No," Jungwon slowly stated and Jiyeon looked at him in disbelief before marching down the hallway and into the kitchen, opening the box and attempting to show Jungwon the contents, which he said he was aware of but seemingly didn't have a reaction nor explanation for, "what'd you want me to say?"

"I want you to explain to me why you have teeth in a fucking box on our kitchen table," Jiyeon declared.

A good minute of silence fell over them as Jungwon stared into the box, well aware that Jiyeon was staring daggers straight into the side of his head. Jungwon himself only glanced at Jiyeon, a small snicker eventually growing on his face.

"Well?" Jiyeon questioned.

"I told you people don't really want to live with me," he pointed out in amusement and closed the box, "it's part of my job, and before you ask - no, I don't kill people. No, I'm not a grave robber. No, I am not a dentist."

"I surely hope not," Jiyeon remarked as Jungwon sealed the box and placed it on the floor beside the kitchen table.

"Did you eat breakfast?" Jungwon questioned and leaned his hip against the kitchen table while he stared down at Jiyeon, "besides tea."

"I am not eating anything made in a kitchen with human teeth laying around," Jiyeon sneered and Jungwon only arched a brow at her, "and yes I have eaten breakfast besides tea. Have you gotten anything besides an incredibly bitter coffee?"

"Didn't even have the chance yet," Jungwon shook his head and glanced down at his box, "and for the record. The teeth were not laying about."

Jungwon sent her one last stern look, getting Jiyeon to only let out a frustrated sigh before wandering out of the kitchen. A small smirk spread on Jungwon's face as he watched her back disappear down the short hallway towards the bedrooms.

"Jiyeon?" he called out, and she hummed back, just loud enough for him to hear. " What're you doing?"

"Take a wild guess City boy!" Jiyeon called back and Jungwon stopped in his movement for a second and stared straight ahead of him, letting a few seconds pass to register what she had said.

"Well, I know you're unpacking your boxes, but why aren't you out here trying to figure out if you actually moved in with a weirdo?" Jungwon questioned, turned to the stove, and put down his pan.

Once he turned back around Jiyeon was standing by the hallway and leaning against the corner. She had a perplexed look on her face as she stared at him. Her arms crossed over her chest.

"Because I know I did. He had human teeth, in a box, on our kitchen table," Jiyeon pointed to said box on the floor and Jungwon only snickered before pointing to a chair by the kitchen table, "What?"

"Sit. I want to know who moved into my apartment then," Jungwon lied casually and opened the fridge, getting out a carton of eggs and some butter.

"I have to unpack."

"Oh come on, aren't you unemployed? What do you have to hurry for?" Jungwon questioned and turned around to watch Jiyeon send him a last glance before wandering over and sitting down on the chair, "thank you. Now, why have you moved here? Weren't you from some small town down south?"

"Just finished my degree in journalism," Jiyeon murmured and picked up a pen lying on the table, starting to draw small circles on the notepad beside her, "not a lot of jobs down there in comparison to up here. I'm gonna apply for some jobs tomorrow morning."

"What kind of journalism?" Jungwon questioned.

"Uhm... all of it? I just need a job really," Jiyeon murmured with a small shrug.

"You had a typewriter once?" Jungwon murmured and cracked the eggs, not turning around in case she was looking at him weirdly for bringing it up.

"Yeah... my old workplace said I used to do my job on a typewriter, but I don't recall it," Jiyeon muttered with a small shrug, "must've been one of the things the doctors said I would forget."

"Doctors?" Jungwon questioned and turned to look at her in confusion. Noticing how she shifted slightly in her seat.

"Uh... yeah," she hummed, "there was an incident a year ago. They said I had some memory loss, not much. Just like... you know the fact that I apparently have worked a lot on a typewriter beforehand. I can't even get a flow in writing on one, I tried the first few weeks back at work. Didn't go too well. I quit the job not too long after though."

"You did?"

"Yeah... something felt off about."

"Hm... you didn't forget any people?" Jungwon questioned and glanced over his shoulder to watch Jiyeon just shrug.

"I don't know. I feel like I did, but I'm not sure. Probably just one of the people on the street or something. I do feel like I saw a lot of new people in my first week out of the hospital after the incident, but they all knew me, so someone probably just slipped in the memories," she chuckled and Jungwon hummed and turned to shove his eggs onto a place, quietly turning back around to make a coffee for himself, "so what do you actually do for work if you have teeth laying about?"

"Oh... well... I'm sort of freelance at the moment," Jungwon murmured, glancing down at the box beside the table, "I had some disagreements with my previous colleagues in our small company if you could call it that."

"Oh... I'm sorry."

"No, no. We still work together occasionally and there's no problem in it. I just didn't agree with some of their morals I suppose," Jungwon shrugged and smiled slightly, "they're still my friends, so everything is alright."

"But what do you actually do?" Jiyeon snickered and Jungwon let out a small sigh as he turned around with a mug of coffee in hand.

"A bit unconventional I suppose, but I do some dete-" Jungwon started before mrs. Mae rushed into the apartment and into the kitchen.

"I'm terribly sorry Jungwon, he was very insistent," she excused and let a slightly younger man wander into the kitchen, a cane by his side. 

Jungwon sighed heavily at the sight.