| COMPLETED | EXO / HZT | CHICKLIT | Desiree had gotten tired of all the dates, no, the guys, her mother wanted her to meet and find someone before 'it's a little late to start' which made her, kind of, ran away from home. She wanted peace and for h...
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Soon after checking if any of her things, especially her books, had gotten wet. She went downstairs to put the food she got in the fridge. She pouted even more when she saw him playing with his tablet again. 'How I wish I brought mine,' she said.
'Oy, kid,' he called, without removing his eyes off the screen. 'I want food.'
He could see her looking daggers at him but didn't care at all which made her annoyed even more. 'Look who's talking,' she retorted.
'I'm 23. You look younger than me plus,' he paused for a moment and eyed her from head to toe, 'you're too short to be older. Who's the kid?'
'A preschooler is better than you, idiot. Height is not the basis of age,' she snapped, 'I'm turning 23 in a few months! Stupid.'
He shook his head, enjoying her reactions, he stated along with his fingers counting his words, 'Annoying, talkative, unattractive, plain, whatever, just cook. I'm hungry.'
She was about to say something as a comeback but her stomach growled, 'Fine, but just because I'm hungry, too!'
Though she was peeling onions, her mind was still busy thinking about his words. 'I'm not that unattractive,' she started reasoning out, 'I'm not popular but I do think I'm kind of cute, and nice. Though, those words coming from myself sounded sarcastic but, hey! My mom and her friends would say I'm pretty, too.'
She started wailing, 'Goodness, gracious! Am I really unattractive?'
While trying to console her self, she sliced, diced, and stir fry some cabbages, added a can of tuna, and mixed in two beaten eggs. All of the ingredients were from her bag and she needed to share with someone that just walked past through her esteem, and that made her even bitter.
She can't still remember his name, she didn't want to ask for it either, so she just shouted, 'Ya! Lunch is ready!'
Still into picking on her, he dramatically stood up, stretched, and yawned, 'Finally! What took you so long?'
Provoked, she shouted, ready to call him names, but heard a loud buzzing sound inside her head that immediately caused her fall.
Running on reflex, Lucio quickly brought her to her room and checked her temperature. She was red as cherries and burning, but he was shocked by how unbelievably light she was.
'Girls eat, right?' He asked himself, trying not to panic.
He was reminded of how shocked he was yesterday when he saw lights from one of the bedrooms after his evening jog. He got two things in mind while searching for the reason why the lights were on. First, ghosts. He didn't like the idea of wandering spirits as you can't fight back no matter how physically strong you are. The other, his mother. He suspected the latter after seeing a girl.
'Did she sneak into my files again? Have I ever told her that I bought a summer cottage? Is this the girl my mom kept on pushing me to meet and marry?' his mind repeated the things he thought.
'Today, as if heaven was playing a trick on me,' he started. 'This girl can't travel since it's dangerous. Next, she suddenly collapsed after preparing lunch. Now, I'm playing doctor.'
He checked her temperature. It rose to 40 degrees celsius so he ran as fast as he could to get an ice-soaked towel and cool her down. It was as if she overheated so he couldn't help but worry.
He caught a glimpse of the framed photo he saw yesterday, too. It was an old picture in the garden and this house as the background of a family of three. The daughter who looked like about nine, grinning from ear to ear, matched her features - round, puffy eyes, and button nose.
As he was about to leave, he heard crisp rustling sounds. She first grabbed the now warm towel from her forehead before opening her eyes.
He opened his mouth, was about to tell her to sleep more, but she got up and asked, 'What happened?'
'Who told you to get up?' he exclaimed. Little he knew it was because the buzzing sound in her head was tingling so she wanted to divert her attention. He carefully tucked her back in and told her, 'Rest.'
Desiree started to notice how his appearance contradicts his actions. He might be knitting both of his eyebrows together but was attentively watched over her. 'I'm sorry,' she sheepishly said.
'Yeah,' was his curt reply. She was contemplating if she should say more, or if she can ask him to leave, as things were getting awkward every second they stayed in the same room. 'You should have told me that you don't feel well,' he went on, 'I thought you'll die!'
He exaggerated but it was the best comeback he could think of to lessen the uncomfortable situation they were in.
She again said sorry while trying to rack her brain to lift the mood, but she was shocked by the sudden display of concern that made her blurted, 'Are you concerned-'
He sat bolt upright and said, 'I can already fry an egg on your forehead. If things happen to you, I'll have problems dealing with the NBI.' He said before continuing, 'Your towel, give it to me.'
She was getting confused by his words, actions, and appearance, all at once, yet she did give the towel and it was nice and cold when she put it back on. She wanted to argue, or maybe just to make things livelier, and point out that being a snob is not an asset, it would never be but her eyes felt heavy in an instant.
He peeked at her and saw that she was already sleeping. He mentally noted that the clock was at half-past one and he would wake her up after three hours or once he found some paracetamol. He went downstairs to see if there was anything easy to eat.
He was scratching his head while thinking, 'What am I doing?'
