sick - im jaebum

twenty-three

"so how do you keep your identity a secret?" subin asked, stuffing her mouth with fried chicken. it actually had some taste to it, which couldn't be said about the chicken in rehab. she had eaten four legs, and she wasn't planning on slowing down anytime soon.

"what?" jaebum asked after he took a sip of coke.

"like, you're a super famous music producer, yet no one knows your true identity. how have you pulled that off?" subin asked, disposing of her fifth chicken bone and going for her sixth.

"well," jaebum sigh, charmingly digging out some chicken stuck in his teeth. subin made a face but he continued, "i go by an alias, first of all. defsoul isn't an anagram for jaebum, so no one can unscramble the letters and expose me-"

"lord voldemort," subin said with a cough. jaebum glared at her for interrupting, but continued talking nonetheless.

"also, i don't have social media, so the only thing of me that exists on the internet is defsoul. most importantly, i refuse to meet an artist face-to-face. either their manager tell me what kind of song they need and i email it to them, or i video chat with the artist while working on the song if they want to be involved with the song making. a random stranger entering a company building causes rumors."

"the media would probably think you're an idol anyway, with your face," subin mumbled around chicken. jaebum smirked at her brief comment.

"so you're saying i have a good face?"

"i've never said you didn't have a good face."

"but you just compared my face to an idol's."

"yes jaebum, i did. i think you're cute, you caught me."

jaebum pointed his chopstick at subin, "i knew it. i knew you've been flirting with me this whole time."

subin put her head down on the table, "i want to go back to rehab."

"speaking of that," jaebum said, thanking the waiter when he dropped the check off at the table. "where do you want to live after we're released?"

"what?" subin asked.

"i have my own place, obviously. we could maybe go by my house today, if we have time after you're done inhaling all of this chicken." a glare from subin. "or, if you want, we can look for a different place."

"wait," subin put down her half-eaten seventh wing to process what jaebum just asked her. "so you want us to live together?"

jaebum faltered, "i assumed that it was what you wanted too? shit, if it's not, then forget what i just said and we can look at apartments for yourself after we get done-"

"no, no!" subin put her hands out. "i'm not opposed to living with you, at all. hell, we've basically been doing it for the past seven months. i just never really thought about what we would do after we got out of rehab. but i'd love to live with you in your home."

jaebum grinned widely, "fantastic." 

the two paid the waiter, leaving a good-sized tip before they caught a cab to go to jaebum's house. subin stared out of the window like a dog as she watched the buildings fly by. the tall, grey buildings slowly morphed into small, quaint houses. those quaint houses then morphed into larger, more modern looking houses.

when the cab stopped, subin couldn't believe the size of the houses that she was parked in front of. they were a pristine white, which almost made her sick to her stomach; the color reminded her too much of her room in rehab.

she was too busy ogling at the size of the house that she didn't realize that jaebum got out of the car and opened her door. subin looked at him with wide eyes and took the hand he offered to her.