Bulletproof ain't my type

f*** this Sh*t

A/N 

Do not read this chapter if you are frail of heart or watch too many Kpop vines or both. You have been warned.

"Are you stealing stuff now?", I mocked after catching the cookie she threw in my direction. She shrugged and continued removing the single wrapped choco-chip cookies from a drawer on the counter. She had asked if I was hungry and my stomach had denied my denial. The transparent wrapper of the goodies are tied with little red ribbons. She already took out a dozen and it didn't look like she was stopping anytime soon.

"Fa Fengh"

She closed the drawer and opened another. She took out a packed confectionery and appeared to study it. She hummed, weirdly, then looked up without warning.
"Do you like coconut?"

Give a guy a warning.

Do I? Do I not? And don't look at me from under your lashes like that, you sickly beautiful junkie.

"I'm being serious. Are you really gonna empty their stock? Do you have no conscience at all?"

She ignored me. Took out a roll of notes from somewhere and put it on the counter. I narrowed my eyes.

"Wah, you're really slick paying for your food with drug money"

She ignored me again, ripping open a wrapper with her teeth and spitting the torn end in the general direction of the trash.
Bullseye.

I suddenly felt untalented. And lame. But then she started to gobble down the cookie and I felt prideful and cultured as I carefully untied the ribbon and ate the goodie in socially acceptable bites because I have class.

"Why are you stealing so many anyway?"
I said it through a mouthful of cookie  and was complaining more than asking because I was hungry and my so called class would've gone to hell if I was by myself. She heard it, and chose to reply.
"Only the expired ones"

I grimaced wildly because I had already swallowed. She looked at me from the corner of her eyes and very slowly closed the drawer. I expected she would be amused and rather smug that she played me. Hold up, that would be Kook. But Kook wouldn't do me dirty like that. And this-...this humanoid had the blankest most placid-est expression I've ever seen on a life form. Wait, no. Rocks are not life forms.

I'm not even gonna try to decipher what that look meant.

I walked over to the bin and dumped the remainder of the cookie. I rubbed my hands over my pants, done with her bullshit.
"Let's go"

I didn't care for her response as I started walking round the counter. She followed with the chains and lock. I noticed that she forgot to retrieve her money but then again, she's dirty filthy sludgy rich and wouldn't even notice if someone hacked her bank account to buy a castle.

Ugh.

The strangest thing happened after we left the cafe. She stopped on the street, cupped her hands over her mouth and let out a low whistle. Not loud and lively and definitely not a piercing kind of sound. Just very low and....ominous.

I stepped away from her just in case.

She repeated it twice and removed her hands. She looked over her shoulder and gave me a nod. I gave her an incredulous frown. I also tilted my head to convey my confusion along with the utter repulsion of her being.

My moment of extremely biased judgement was interrupted by another more ominous sound. Like that of labored breathing. Extremely labored breathing. There it is again. Like that of a dying man. Along with underlying notes like tiny whining. It was getting closer. I looked around frantically, trying to discern where it was coming from. I looked at my companion but she was staring at her shoes with her lips pressed together and pursed tight. The noise suddenly disappeared. Next came the materialization from thin air of a larger than life black ball that took  my tour guide straight to the asphalt.