☆ That's All ☆

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Chapter 9: That's All

Maybe I fret too much about asking this question.

Asking him to stay over at my house is...

"S-sure."

I blinked.

Seven's face was still... pretty red.

Yeah, he was red all over.

I chuckled.

"You're done with your work, right?"

I asked, and he nodded.

And I smiled.

I wasn't going to be lonely at home for today.

So I got up from my seat and went over to the counter to buy myself a coffee.

Then after paying for it, went back to Seven to ask if we could go now.

Of course, I took the coffee with me.

And so we left for my apartment.

On the way, I had a few inner thoughts.

Things like, "what to cook for him" or "what to say" or "what to talk about"...

Honestly, I don't recall being this nervous when inviting someone to my house.

Mostly either because they came over on their own without notice, or because I don't invite people over in the first place.

And this time, I called Assistant Kang to tell her that I'd be doing my work at home.

Thank God I had brought my working bag to the café; or else we would have had to take a turn back to the office to get it.

Anyway...

... this guy blushes pretty easily.

And obviously.

Is it permanent?

The red on his cheeks seemed to have stayed there for over an hour.

So I asked him, out of concern.

"Your cheeks have been red for more than an hour, Seven."

Okay, that wasn't an ask. That was more of a prompt.

"Are they?"

He rubbed his hands over his face.

"Yeah."

I told him, and he sighed.

"Is it that obvious?"

I turned to glance at his face.

Still red.

"Yeah."

He sighed again.

I chuckled.

What, don't tell me he's been replaying the scene from just now over and over again?

You know, that scene.

Where he volunteerily leaned his cheek on my palm, like some sort of...

... kitten.

Ah.

I think my heartbeat sped up a bit.

Wasn't going to tell him.

And anyway, Elizabeth 3rd was waiting for me at home.

The reason why I wasn't concerned about inviting Seven over while my precious cat was wandering around the house is because about two months ago when he came over and almost flung her off the balcony, I spanked him on the hand with a metal ruler.

It was inevitable.

Her life was at stake.

I had to do something.

So I grabbed the ruler on my desk and-

Well, he's not going to try anything.

And anyway,

I... trusted him a little more than before.

I mean, because we'd gotten a little closer.

That's all.

Then we reached the apartment.

And all of the sudden, his cheerful self was back.

Except that it was genuinely cheerful.

Perhaps it was the memories of the previous time he entered this apartment.

Perhaps.

In seconds, he whipped out his phone and asked me for the WiFi password.

Pretty sure he could afford a data plan, though; considering that he has even more cars than I do.

But I told him the password anyway.

And it seemed like he was deprived of social media, because it was the first thing he logged onto.

I only had internet access in my apartment because research over the internet was required in work, and so was e-mail.

And now the guy was sitting on my couch, with my cat on his lap, and paying no attention to me.

I'm not jealous.

I can keep telling myself that.

Because anyway, I walked over to the kitchen and started to prepare lunch.

The best way to get someone's attention is through food.

Smart, right?

Again, I'm not jealous.

And I'm not hungry for his attention.

I just want him to be hungry for my food.

And I just want him away from Elizabeth 3rd...

So I cooked up a meal.

But I mean-

As I was cooking, I couldn't help wonder, still...

... why he was crying...

... who made him cry...

... was it me?





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