Jaebum P.O.V
"Hey, Jaebum?"
Groaning, Jaebum stretches his arms and sits up.
Sleeping on the ground without blankets and pillows can be very painful.
Especially if a full grown male human is sprawled across your stomach.
"When are you going to get that police report filed?"
He'd completely forgotten about that.
Now, fully standing, Jaebum walks to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge door.
"What do you want for breakfast, Youngjae?"
He grabbed out a carton of orange juice and some eggs, as Jaebum was going to have an omelette.
Whereas Youngjae was standing confused in the lounge room.
"Hello, Youngjae?"
Youngjae was staring blankly at the ground, raising his head ever so slighty.
"P-police report. The police report. Aren't you going to file one?" Youngjae asked, his words softening at the end.
After getting out a pan and turning on the stove, Jaebum sighed.
"No."
Youngjae crept closer to the kitchen.
"N-no?" A slightly happier tone to his voice.
Turning towards the disoriented boy, Jaebum smiled.
"No! Now can you grab out some tomatoes from the crisper? This omelette isn't going to make itself."
Youngjae happily obliged, and grinning widely, he grabbed out a chopping board and a knife, and set to work.
This is a nice change.
Adding some pepper to his omelette, he glanced over at Youngjae, who looked like he'd known this kitchen all his life.
Yet Jaebum still had this nagging feeling that something wasn't right.
