The Brightest Smile - A Soobin Fanfiction

¤ F I V E ¤

It wasn't long till he convinced me to stay at his house for a while. Apparently he already lived alone which I was grateful for. His apartment was quite normal. In a three story brick building, walk inside and up the three sets of stairs, his door was the first at the top. All the doors inside were green with a small peephole and golden door knobs. You walk right into the living room where there was barely anything. A couch against the right wall and a stand with a tv on the right. Between the two where three large windows that took up the entire wall. To the left of the door was a small square kitchen with no room to cook anything unless you were making something simple. The appliances were all pretty modern though.

"So.... Why do you not live with your parents?" I ask curious. Why did he decide to move out as soon as he turned 18?

"Well, it was like I lived alone anyway. My parents never were home due to work so instead of being alone in a house that I couldnt bring friends home to I decided that if I must be alone then I'll live somewhere I dont have to hide." He explained with a blank stare. Where he didn't have to hide? What does that mean? "Anyway, my room and the bathroom is this way." He motioned for me to follow. This is a rather small place, maybe I shouldn't have said I'll stay. But he practically begged me so.

Following him through a door on the left side of the room we step into a large bedroom. It was as big as the living room. His bed only took up a small portion and it looked pretty big. Could fit three people on it. There was a large book shelf across the room filled will all sorts of books and a desk with a computer next to it. A dresser sat between the bed and bookshelf against the wall where a window sat proudly above it. Looking to the left of the room was a closed door that I assumed to be the bathroom.

"You have a lot of books." I watch as he plops on his bed. He is a tall person but on this bed he looks small. I wonder how small I'll look on it.

"Yeah, I like reading and learning new things." He shrugs as he crossed his legs like a pretzel in the middle of his mattress watching me. I walk over to the books and start reading the titles of them interested. He had a wide taste in books. All ranging from your typical romance to autobiographies and history books.

"So, for the time being I'll sleep in the living room." He spoke up breaking my trance on the books. I look to him and tilt my head.

"But this is your room. I can sleep out there." I walk toward him and sit on the edge of the bed.

"Aish, you're the guest. You get the bed. Don't argue with me. You know you'll lose." He smiles big and once again I find my heart pounding and my stomach dropping. As quick as I can I take my eyes away looking down at the carpet and my socks. My cheeks heated up.

"Thank you." I mumble. Shit, why does that smile make me go crazy?

"No problem." I feel the mattress move and then something against my back. I jump and turn. He had scooted closer and now laying his head on me. Not touching me any other way than that. My breath caught in my throat as he looked like a child. His eyes fluttered closed and I couldnt help but stare at his features.

I can't understand why he is choosing to be so kind towards me now. He never smiled like that around me before. He never asked how I was or if I needed help and now all of a sudden he's letting me stay at his apartment and in his bed. Maybe he feels bad?

"You have really pretty eyes." I come back to reality. He was staring back at me but I don't really care now.

"You do too." I reply. His cheeks turned pink and he pulled himself off me looking away.

"Ah, yeah. Um, would you like to shower? I'm sure you'd feel better after." He stumbles off the bed and over to the door pushing it open then turned the lights on. I giggle to myself, not really in amusement but more so in confusion and anxiety.

"Uh, yeah sure. A shower sounds nice. Uh..." I don't have any clothes though. Should I ask to borrow some?

"Alright, there's a clean towel hanging on the back of the door. I'll grab you some clothes to borrow." He rushes passed me to his dresser. He glances at me every so often but turns away quickly. I take my gaze off him and stand slowly as to not disturb my bruises and sore muscles.

Walking to the bathroom he once again rushes passed me and sets a pile of clothes on the sink counter. His face in the mirror was lobster red. "Are you alright? You're face is red. Do you have a fever?" I lay a hand on his shoulder and he jumps.

"Ah, no. I'm alright. Don't worry. Ok well I'm gonna go get a few things for us to eat. I'll be back in a little." He runs out and closes the bathroom door. What was that?

I look in the mirror and sigh. I didn't want to take my hoodie off. At this point I feel exposed even if no one is in the room with me. I don't even want to look at myself. I peel my hoodie off and my shirt ends up coming off with it. I shove it to the ground purposely not looking at myself. I felt sick even thinking about my body right now. I am definitely going to have big ol scars when everything heals.

¤One Shower Later¤

Soobin had given me a light blue sweater to wear along with a pair of dark blue boxer briefs and some athletic shorts. My legs show though and it terrified me. There were large black and purple bruises along with gashes from various objects that were still open but not bleeding anymore.

I rummage through his cabinets in the bathroom finding some cotton wrap. This will work. I sit pulling the gauze around my leg and tucking the end into itself. He might ask but at least he won't see it.... and neither will I so i don't have to feel sick about it.

A knock came to the door. "Hey, I'm back. I bought some snacks." I nod to myself stand and open it giving him a closed lip smile.

"Yes! I'm hungry." I look down to his hands and grab a bag out of them pushing passed and to the kitchen. My nerves got the best of me and I felt I needed to get away. I know he is going to want me to tell him everything at some point. I just don't feel ready.

I open the bag and pull out various food items as he walks in and begins to tell me where they go. Maybe food will make me start feeling better.