Locked \\ Kang Daniel

3

I woke up to rustling around the room. I blinked for about six times as I tried to process what the hell was going on and why it was so noisy early in the damn morning.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes as if it can remove the tiredness from my eyes. I mutter, "What is the cat doing now..?"

I scan the room and see Daniel packing everything in a rush. "What's going on?" I ask him in my morning voice.

He yelps and drops the picture frame that he was holding, causing it to smash onto the floor.

It was a picture of us on a date...

..in the living room.

Daniel looks down and scoffs. "Thank god it broke, it was old anyway." He crouches down and grabs the photo, carressing it with his thumb. He sighs, "But now I have to clean up.."

He stands up and smiles at me. "You're awake.. I've got to go clean up.. I already made breakfast, you should go wash up, first."

I nod and the both of us exit the bedroom. He goes out and mumbles something about a broom and cleaning while I go to the bathroom.

After I finish brushing my teeth, I walk back into my cold room to see Daniel holding a broom, sweeping the last bits of broken glass into the dust pan.

"C'mon, my maple syrup, my world, my boo, my soulmate, my darling, my earth, my mars, my jupiter, my chocolate, my jeojang, my lungs, my pillow, my bed, my marshmallow, my pluto, my stomach. Let's eat breakfast, my dear salt," He invites with a smug face. He wiggles his eyebrows. "Shall we?"

I give him a 'dafuq' face. "How extra can you be in 9AM?"

He shrugs and snorts, leading me to the kitchen.

We sit down and eat. The food tastes so heavenly since I was so freaking hungry.

"Oh, yeah," I suddenly say as I recall what I was going to ask. "What? My food tastes four times better? I'll let you know I practice thrice a day," Daniel boasts, his ego flaring. He smirks playfully.

"What? No. I just remembered I was gonna ask you something," I tell, dropping my chopsticks onto the table as I already finished.

Daniel raises his eyebrow, a sign to tell me to continue. "Why do you look so anxious? You were rushing just now. Is it because of the letter from last night?"

He drops his chopsticks and I swear I saw him jump a little. His eyes widen as his pupils shake.

"How.. Did you know?" He stutters, his hands slamming onto the table. "Were you going through my stuff?!" He asks sternly.

I watch him panickly. "No, I wasn't! I saw it in front of the door last night!"

Daniel bites onto his lower lip. "That's it. I can't take all this anymore!" He fumes. He stomps towards his coat on the couch.

"Where are you going?!" I ask him, shocked. He runs outside the door, while wearing the coat at the same time.

I'm in a daze. I absolutely don't know what the hell just happened. But one sentence repeats itself in my mind.

I still can't leave this place, but I want to go after you.