~ILOVEYOU'KwonJi<3

WTH?????o.o

Channel after channel I browsed through the television. To my dismay, there was absolutely nothing interesting on. Drama I never really followed... Cartoons... Another drama I never really followed... Some antique show for grannies. I gave up channel surfing and settled for watching a documentary about stray dogs.

The sound of my doorbell going off made me jump in shock. I suddenly felt a buzz in my chest. Knowing how persistent Jiyong was, could it be him?

I shook my head. No. It couldn’t be him.

Slowly opening the door, I peeked outside.

 “Oh” It was Daesung. I didn’t know why I felt disappointed it wasn’t Jiyong when I insisted earlier that he shouldn’t come.

“What’s with the tone?” Daesung frowned. “So much for appreciating my efforts to bring you food. I won't do this again the next time you ask me” he handed me the plastic bag with reluctance.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to come off like that!” I smiled apologetically. “Thank you for the porridge. You’re the best. And sorry for bothering you” I side-hugged him with my left arm.

"Alright. Alright" he patted my back. "No worries. Just eat and get well soon. You look devastating!” he clicked his tongue as he carried a disapproving look on his face.

“Thanks. I know” I pressed my lips together. 

His small eyes shrunk further into crescents, “I was kidding! Although I should point out your hair needs a bit of brushing” He then patted my head, “I need to go. Traffic will be horrible any minute now. By the way, I slipped in herbal medicine in the bag. Take it. You seriously need to get better. The office is so lonely without you and Seunghyun’s bullying me”

I let out a soft chuckle, “Will do. I will kick his ass once I get better” I patted his shoulder. “Thanks again for this.” I brought the bag up.

“You’re welcome. See you in the office soon, hopefully” he waved his hand. “And Chae?”

“Hm?”

“Can you let your dog in already? He’s creeping me out” his face distorted as he cringed.

I cocked a brow, “Huh? What dog?”

“That dog” he pointed his index finger at Gaho who was standing by our feet. Wait, GAHO? “Alright. I’ll leave you and your… creepy dog. I don't want to catch the rush hour. Bye!” he waved his hand and hastened his way out of the complex.

“Yeah bye.” I mumbled but my eyes were fixed at the dog in my front door. I tilted my head in curiosity and confusion. I could definitely tell he was Gaho although he wasn't wearing his usual collar. The collar he wore today seemed like a leash - it had a long chain attached to it.

As my eyes followed the chain, I discovered it held a small red trolley. Using the chain I pulled the trolley closer.