NIGHTS → KWON HYUK #Wattys2017

TWO

KRYSTAL JUNG sighs as she takes in the empty state of her refrigerator. She really needed to go grocery shopping. But not only was she incredibly lazy, she hated going outside. That, and she was also low on cash. Her client list seemed to keep shortening as the months past, thus shortening her income. She was starting to have a difficult time making rent and there was only so many times her landlord would allow her to pay with "favors" instead of cash.

"Shit" She mumbles miserably, staring at the jug of water and carton of eggs. So much for a decent breakfast. Shifting her cigarette to her free hand, Krystal grabs the carton of eggs and pops it open. One egg, she has one whole egg and a jug of water to her name.

"For fucks sake" She curses quietly, tossing the carton aside. She slips the refrigerator door closed before running a shaky hand through her hair. Now what was she supposed to do? Tightening her silk robe further around her waist, Krystal contemplates her options briefly before a thought occurs to her. The dark haired girl wastes no time then, putting out her cigarette before heading towards her front door. In a last minute attempt to look somewhat decent, she runs a shaky hand through her hair before pulling the door open and making her way into the hall.

She knocks once, twice- three times before sighing and giving up. Was he still asleep? On a whim, she reaches for his door knob and turns it gently, surprised when it actually opens. Shaking her head at his recklessness, Krystal she quietly creeps into the silent apartment, only to pause when she finds her neighbor fast asleep on the couch. She shakes her head at this sight too, closing the door carefully behind her. Just as silently as she enters, she creeps towards the couch.

"Boo!" She exclaims loudly near her neighbors's head, giggling in amusement when he jolts awake, falling off the couch in his surprise.

"What the hell-" He mumbles, rubbing at his head gently as he squints up at her, "How the hell did you get into my apartment?"

"I knew you would mope over that stupid bitch Jiyoon-" Krystal says, making her way toward the door and pulling it open, "But I didn't know you'd turn suicidal. Seriously, leaving your door unlocked, how stupid can you get? I mean, I know we live in the nicer part of town, but that doesn't mean you can-"

"Why are you here?" He cuts in before specifying, "In my apartment I mean, why are you in my apartment? And don't call Jiyoon a bitch, she just doesn't know what she wants..."

"Sounds like a confused bitch to me-" She replies, earning a glare from him that makes her raise her arms in surrender, "Hey, I'm not the one who broke your heart."

Her neighbor sighs at this.

"Just answer the question."

"I came to make breakfast." Krystal answers simply, already making her way into the inter joined kitchen.

"You... came here to make breakfast?" The male reiterates questioningly, the confusion playing on his face, "You came to my apartment... to make yourself breakfast?"

"Not just for me, for you too." She states, pulling out various ingredients from his fridge before glancing over at him, "I bet all that moping made you hungry. Heartbreak can work up quite the appetite."

The dark haired male opens his mouth to deny the claim, but in that exact moment his stomach chooses to growl and the words die down on his lips as he takes in her satisfied smirk.

"I don't even know you." He says instead, though he couldn't seem to muster up any distrust towards her. Weird.

"I'm Krystal, the whore from next door." The woman beams with a small wave before she begins pouring batter into a bowl.

He raises a brow at this.

"What? Don't act like that isn't what everyone thinks of me, the whore who lives on the fourth floor." She shrugs simply, "Now, you know my name. What's yours?"

"Hyuk, Kwon Hyuk, but my stage name is Dean."

"Oh? You sing?" Krystal asks with the tilt of her head as she begins stirring the ingredients.

"I want to." Hyuk admits quietly with a shy smile, "I mostly write and produce. But I want to start making my own music."

"I see, I bet you're really talented." She beams, before offering him a coy smile, "You should write something about me."

"I ... kind of already did." Hyuk admits quietly after a small pause.

"You did? Well, where is it? Let me hear it." Krystal blurts out excitedly.

"It's kind of..." Hyuk starts, trailing off hesitantly.

"Not good?" She guesses, "I'm a whore, I sleep with men for money, the slut on the fourth floor, I've heard it all before, Hyuk. Whatever you wrote can't be that bad."

"No, no, it's not that. I don't think of you like that-" He denies quickly, feeling a blush rising from being on the receiving end of her intense stare, "Just- forget about it, okay?"

"Okay, I won't press it." Krystal amends easily, "But you have to play it for me one day at least, please?"

"Deal"

Silence ensues between the pair then as she sets about cooking. Hyuk lies on the floor then, letting his head rest against the plush carpet. Surprisingly, for being incredibly heart broken the night before, he felt okay today. And strangely enough, he has his neighbor to thank for it. At the thought of the dark haired woman, he sits up and glances inside the kitchen only to find her concentrating on cooking something in the pan, tongue poked out in concentration. Cute.

"What are you making?" He calls out to her.

Krystal smiles happily to herself momentarily before replying.

"Nutella pancakes!"

Hyuk's eyes widen at this and he rises from the floor, making his way into the small kitchen to find that indeed, there was a jar of Nutella on the counter in the mix of all the other ingredients.

"You're going to kill me before any broken heart can." He groans, cringing at the thought of having to eat Nutella pancakes of all things.

Krystal giggles at this, dipping her finger into the Nutella and licking a generous amount off before smiling at him.

"Maybe" She says before returning her attention back to her task, leaving Hyuk standing awkwardly in the doorway, trying to ignore the rush of heat to his cheeks.