It's 11 PM, you just finished your work when your apartment doorbell rings. You curse under your breath as you walk to the door with a string of curses because who the hell is coming in the middle of the night if not--
"Koo fucking Junhoe."
You glare at the tall figure standing on the doorstep. He, the boy who lives next door, now leaning on your door frame wearing his stupid sweatpants and stupid smile.
"Good evening too, Baby."
You roll your eyes. "I was just about to sleep. I'm tired."
And he just smiles. The kind of smile that makes you want to punch him in the face.
"Sorry," he says.
"No, you're not."
"You know me too well." He lets out a chuckle, ignoring your glares which seems like never affect him in any way. "Not gonna let me in, huh?"
Here goes the usual. "You know it's too late," you say, but still stepping aside for him. Your shoulder bump as he passes you and you can smell a glimpse of his mint scent shampoo.
Oh. So he just took a shower.
And that's definitely not a necessary information.
"I'm hungry and ran out of food." He walks to your kitchen and all you can see his back. His hands roaming on the cupboard, searching for any food left until he finds your last stock of ramen.
You sigh. "That's my last ramen. Pay me back tomorrow. I'm going to sleep."
"Okay, Baby. Go get some sleep," he says, busy preparing his midnight meal as you walk to the bedroom door. But then he stops. "Wait."
You turn to look at him, and he is already looking at you. Brows furrowing.
"What?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course, you are my friend." It's an answer you don't need to think twice. You can give him your heart, maybe he will drop it twice because he can be dumb sometimes, but you know he will pick it up and mend it if it breaks.
Though that doesn't mean you want to give him your heart.
It's just ... an analogy. Sort of.
There is a pause, and there is something in his eyes that you can't understand. It's too dark and too distant.
"Okay," he says, before looking away to continue preparing his meal.
Again, all you can see is his back. "Okay?"
"Yeah. Okay. Go to sleep now. Those bags under your eyes make you more ugly."
You scoff and turn away, hands on your door handle as Junhoe adds, "So you trust me because I'm your friend, right?"
"Yes."
"So don't trust anyone else."
"What do you mean, anyone else?"
"Just promise me," he says again. A bit firm this time, still not looking back at you.
Here is a tip to deal with Junhoe: when you don't understand him, just say yes. Problem solved.
"Okay?" he demands.
"Okay, I promise you."
"Good. Now go get some sleep. I will leave after I finish."
