LEE HANA ANXIOUSLY BIT HER LIPS AS SHE STARED AT THE DOOR TO HER APARTMENT.
"The prime suspect to the recent serial killings is Im Youngmin, aged 23 and is currently spotted in the convenience store in the Ilsan area."
Hana jumped in her seat again as the loud bangings on her door resumed. Surely it couldn't be Youngmin, right? Ilsan wasn't the biggest place, but it wasn't that small either so hopefully the person outside her door wouldn't him, right?
"Lee Hana, open the door!"
He knew her name - he knew her damn name! Hana paused in her seat as she analyzed his voice; male, deep but obviously young, probably in his early 20s? Okay, now who might that be?
Lee Hana wasn't the popular type, so she didn't have that much friends at her college. The only person whoever talked to her was Im Youngmin - and once the news broke out, Hana immediately knew why he had approached her in the first place in the pretense of friendship.
Youngmin was going to kill her! Why else would he befriend her? That adorable red haired alpaca was right outside her apartment, and was soon growing impatient with the fact that Hana made no moves to open the door.
"Hana, we need to talk." Talk about what? Hana thought her life decisions through. To open the door or to not open her door, Hana found herself rehearsing the famous lines of a Shakespeare's play.
She decided to go with the first option - because as much as she didn't want to die, Hana knew how much she ached to talk to Youngmin. She was going to die anyways, everyone was. So what kind of a difference would it make if she went earlier than her original time of death?
Believe it or not, Hana really liked Youngmin a lot. And even if it meant risking her life, she'd still continue to see him. 'How stupid of me,' Hana thought as she unlocked the door.
Once she opened the door, Hana was instantly attacked with a big bear hug that swallowed her petite figure. Hana felt her heart beat quicken, but she wasn't sure if it was because Youngmin was hugging her or if it was because she was afraid that he was going to kill her.
Nonetheless, she mustered the strength to pull away from his hug and went to lock the door. As soon as she did, Youngmin flipped her around and pinned the girl to the door with a loud thud resounding. Hana groaned at the harsh contact of her head to the door, and closed her eyes - but rather out of pain, she did so mostly because she refused to look at her crush.
"Lee Hana, open your eyes and look at me," he ordered as he positioned his two arms on either side of her head, trapping the girl. At first, Hana refused to comply, but the urgency of his voice made her flutter her eyes open.
Hana tried to maintain eye contact with the taller, but it was practically impossible for her since his dark brown ones seemed to be filled with intense emotions - emotions she didn't know existed.
Youngmin sadly sighed at the sight of the girl's shaking form and pulled away from the girl. It was obvious to him that Hana thought of him as a dangerous person, and as much as he hated to admit, he knew he was one.
"Listen to me Hana," he started out slowly, and waited for the girl to calm her breathing. "I'm not the -"
"Youngmin-ah," she cut his words off, somehow getting the courage to do so. "I don't care if you're a killer or not, but can I just ask you something?" Youngmin's eyes widened, but he nodded anyways.
'Whoa, how did I get the courage to ask him that?' Hana thought to herself as she stepped closer to the red-haired man. But the question had been lingering on her thoughts for the past few days, she couldn't help but to ask.
"Did you actually enjoy being my friend? I know I'm not the best person to be with, but I wanted to know if you only befriended me to kill me. Because if so, then that would hurt me so much."
"Lee Hana-" He couldn't hide the shock in his face.
"Because I actually enjoyed spending time with you. And if you didn't, well -" Youngmin grabbed her by the shoulder and enclosed her in his arms, to stop her from talking too much. Hana tried to move away from his chest, but his grip on her was too firm, she just couldn't. Either that, or she actually enjoyed being in his arms.
