Innocent | k.t.h

Dependence

"Thank you for walking me home." I spoke while looking at the ground beneath me.

My cheeks were turning red, and I could not afford to look at him in the eyes.

"You're welcome! And also, can I have your number?" He got out of his one pocket his phone.

He wants my number!

Silently cheering, I told him my number and he added me as a contact.

"Just text me to make sure it's my number." I told him as I too, took out my phone.

And he did, and I got the message.

He walked away after we briefly talked, and I walked into my apartment doors.

Entering, I walked to the metallic elevator doors that waited for me to go into.

Closing the elevator door, I slowly fell to the ground in how much excitement and shock I was in.

"Jaebum wanted my number..." I muttered to myself.

"He wanted my number!" I screamed even more louder.

"And he got my number!" I screeched as I started to fangirl in the elevator.

Suddenly, the elevator doors opened.

Wait, it's not my floor yet.

Freezing on the ground, I looked at the person who was waiting to enter.

They had on black boots with black jeans, wait-

Wasn't that monster wearing that exact outfit before?

Gulping, I continued to stare at their shoes.

Please tell me it's someone else.

"Who was that?" The deep voice mumbled.

Slowly looking up, I saw that it was him.

"What?"

"Who was that boy you were with?"

His green eyes burned into my soul, his dark aura was intimidating and scary.

"J-Just someone..." My voice trailed off as I could not find a good enough excuse to pardon me from the awkward tension.

"Why do you care anyways?" I shot back as he continued staring intently at me.

He didn't say anything, though. I felt like we were having a staring contest and at any point, one of us would blink.

And that would be me.

"If you'll excuse me, I'd let to get into my apartment." I failed to sound tough, I sounded desperate.

It was more of a plea, to save me from this horrible encounter with someone I don't even know.

He moved back. His eyes still glaring, but he did not say anything.

Is he bipolar?

The door finally closed.

Huffing, I let out a loud sigh as I pressed my floors number.

Why does he seem to know me but I don't know him?

Why was he in my apartment?

Who is he really?