Why does his eyes...?
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He was leaning against the couch arm, staring at the cellphone in his hand with a light pink sucker between his lips. Unaffected by my entrance, he doesn't move a slight bit and continued to ignore my presence. As if this was his home that he felt most comfortable in.
I sighed heavily, combing back the small wisps of brown hair that had escaped my pony tail throughout the day. Throwing my purse onto the sofa across from the being on my couch, I maneuver myself until I am standing right before him. "Alright, what's it this time? Why are you here again?"
He lifts his beautiful brown eyes to look at me, taking the sucker out of his mouth. He grins. "Ah! Ae-ra! How wonderful it is to see you again." He stretches out on the couch a bit more and crosses his legs. "How was work?" He casually questions while glancing back at his phone.
I raised a brow. Oh how much I wanted to smack him for playing innocent in such a situation. My shoulders and back were killing me, and if that were not the case he would be buried in my backyard fifty feet under. But, many circumstances were keeping me from doing such.
I take his legs in my hands before tossing them off the couch, plopping down beside him and resting. "What kind of game are you wanting to play now? I'm not in the mood." I crossed my arms over my chest to stare directly at him.
He shrugs. "Nothing too exciting, my love. Just a casual murder case around the neighborhood has me in for the time being. I thought I would stay here with you~" His words slur at the end as his eyes meet my own once again. "Isn't it lovely?"
I shook my head at him. "Why would it be 'lovely'? The Grim Reaper is staying at my house!" I huffed loudly before slumping back in the couch. Noticing the remaining piece of black cloth clinging onto my couch, I pick it up and toss it off to follow his legs.
Jisung had smiled at me, despite knowing my irritation. He had known that I wouldn't have disagreed to letting him stay here, but I would put up a small fight to keep my dignity. Not many people around us knew that the Grim Reaper stayed in my home, but they could see I had a man from time to time, and that was large gossip.
Even the ghosts, who rarely ever come out since I met him, peek their heads out now and again to listen in on the gossip. They too, added their own input and left me to be the biggest talk of the town. But, in the end, I had no choice. Jisung was like a leech that only left when he so pleased to. And as much as I disliked his presence, for the time being I had to accept it.
Ever since my younger brother was in a car accident last June, I was under a great repayment from Jisung. He had granted me a deal to spare my brothers life after I pleaded for him to, and him being surprised that I could even see his existence, obliged. With exceptions, of course. Every so often when he visited, I had to give up some of my freedoms so that he could stay comfortable in my home.
I hated it.
Jisung stands up from the other side of the couch. "My darling, why don't we go out for a stroll in the nights air? I believe it would refresh us both, yeah?" He teases, a smug smile upon his lips. At the sight of me rolling my eyes, he tsked. "You can't deny me this request, my love. And you know this."
Another year, Ae-ra. Just one more year.
I looked at him in frustration. "Can you let me change first? This outfit it's killing me," I exasperate as I pull at the clingy outfit. The tight material was making it hard to breathe.
