ghost

× 03 ×

I roll over and feel a cool breeze on my face.

I grunt and shuffle a bit in my bed before sitting up.

I slick my right hand through my hair and ruffle it a bit, in a poor attempt to wake myself up.

I flutter my eyes open, waiting for them to adjust to the brightness.

I sniffle and a pleasant aroma wafts through.

I turn my head to my door, in curiosity.

I toss the sheets off my body and stagger as I stand.

I walk to my door and gently push it open.

×

I see Eun-Hyuk shuffling a frying pan on my stove.

"Erm-" escapes my lips, unintentionally as I lean against my doorframe.

His shoulders jump slightly as he snaps his head to me.

"H-Hwan-Jae..." is murmured.

I wave, slightly.

His face flushes a little as he looks at the pan.

"I wanted to thank you for letting me stay the night by making you breakfast so," his voice gets quieter near the end of the sentence and he trails off.

I sigh, a grin is left on my face.

"Alright. Sounds good, what is it?" I enquire.

He brightens up, showing me a blissful smile, "Eggs and bacon, a very... Western breakfast, isn't it?"

I nod, but I don't really mind about the food.

×

"Thanks for the food," I mumble, before digging in.

He watches me for a moment, before eating.

"If you can't remember your job, maybe the boss'll let you help out at the shop?" I say between chews.

He looks up at me, his eyes glistening.

This boy...

Is there anytime he is not beautiful?

"Really? You'd get me a job?" He says, the bliss being clear in his voice.

"Well, you can't remember if you had a job," I say, "You might have one, but, for now, doing the dishes at the shop should get you some money," I suggest.

He places both palms flat on the tablet and rockets up to stand.

"Thank you Hwan-Jae!" He says, smiling with his eyes closed.

His teeth are bright and his dimples are prominent.

I flush and turn my head away from him, covering my mouth.

A muffled, "No worries," escapes my mouth, as I try to calm down.

"H-Hwan-Jae? Are you okay? Your face is red..." Eun-Hyuk trails.

I shake my hand, "I feel a little ill, but I'm probably just hungry. Sorry, let's eat," I smile, picking up my cutlery again.

×

I slip on a white dress shirt and black pants.

I knock on the bathroom door, calling out to Eun-Hyuk, asking if he's ready.

I hear the click of the lock as he opens the door.

His hair is still wet, but it shouldn't be a problem.