✔ Cupid's Cabin: The Origin

Cabin 22

"So dara... you are jiyong's?" His sister raised a brow

"Housekeeper/personal assistant." We answered at the same time.

"Personal assistant/Housekeeper." We both said at the same time again. I kicked his foot discreetly.

"Housekeeper sounds ok but I prefer my version." He shrugged.

"I'm not used to being called a personal assistant." I gave them a nervous laugh.

"And you sleep where?" A knowing smile appeared his sister's face and I looked away.

"I sleep at the... back." I pointed at a small hall way where the backdoor is, connecting to the garage.

"You sleep there?" Dami peeked at the narrow hallway.

"Yes... with a foam.. on the floor." Jiyong glared at me and I glared back. What was I supposed to say? That I sleep with him?

"Only when he's around which is very very rare." I continued.

"Even so. Kwon jiyong! How dare you let girl sleep in that condition!" She scolded him

"No it's ok! I actually like it there. I could also guard the back door at the same time and near emergency exit in case anything happens." That didn't seem to help.

"It's ok. You don't have to hide you're sleeping next to each other." His mother chuckled and we both snapped our head to her.

"Mom. Play with me here. I was having fun scolding jiyong who looked clueless!" Dami shook her head and I blinked. What the fuck just happened?

"What?" Dami took a picture of jiyong's confused face and laughed.

"Ah. Priceless." She wiped an imaginary tear and use the photo as her wall paper.

"Please send that to me." I whispered and jiyong glared at me

"What? You do look funny." I snickered.

"I do not!" I really find it amusing how his brows connect together

"I still look handsome!" I snorted

"Yeah right." His mouth dropped and he gaped at me

"And pigs can fly." I rolled my eyes

"There you go again picking on me! I thought you already stopped that phase." I can't believe I was intimidated by his persona earlier. He's same old jiyong.

"It's not a phase. It's just funny to push your buttons." I shrugged and we heard laughter. We both froze. We forgot we had company.

"Maybe I should go..." I slowly inched towards to the door when he held my hand

"There's no reason to hide anymore babe." If my brows could go any higher, it would've reached the ceiling by now.

"Mom, dami, my wife, dara." As reflex, I punched him in the gut making him groan and crouch down.

"Did you just hit me?" His voice was high-pitched.

"I'm sorry. I have fast-reflexes for bullshit." I deadpanned and dami laughed her ass off.

"Sorry for my language." I muttered. Blush creeping up my cheeks as I glanced at mrs. Kwon. I'm dead.

"I told you you'll meet your match one day." She chuckled and I was surprised. She's not going to put me in jail?

"Cone on dara. Let's eat." She lead me to the table and jiyong scoffed, wincing.

"Biological son here." He waved his hands but they ignored him making me relax. I think I like them more than jiyong.

"I'm sorry if you have to put up with him." I chuckled at his mom's remark

"I can hear you, you know? I'm right here." Jiyong huffed and sat next to me.

Without needing to say anything, jiyong and I moved in sync and I placed a plate for both of us and utensils while he poured me and himself a glass of water.

It was like a routine and he put food on my plate.

"It's too many." I whined and he glared

"Finish that." I pouted but didn't argue knowing I won't win it. I gave him the veggies I don't eat and he gave me what I eat and he doesn't.

The spoon was midway to my mouth when I paused. Dami and mrs. Kwon were looking at us, clearly amused while jiyong didn't even notice and just ate.

"Why aren't you eating?" I awkwardly took a bite and slowly chewed on my food.

"It's delicious. Thank you for the meal." I genuinely said to the female kwons after eating and helped them clean the table. Jiyong had to take another call so he went put for a bit.

"No wonder jiyong's such a good cook." Dami choked on her drink while mrs. Kwon dropped her utensils.

"Omo! are you both ok?" I hurriedly pat on dami's back.

"My son cooks?!" Mrs. Kwon's eye widened in shock.

"Well..  yeah? He barely lets me use the kitchen saying I might poison him."

"Oh wow." Dami laughed.

"right?" I shook my head.

"Do you have heavy flow?" Mrs. Kwon asked and I looked at where she's staring. Thanks to jiyong, I have a wide variety of sanitary pads stocked up.

"Not really but I made him go out to buy me some and as a result." Dami laughed even harder.

"Can I take a picture?" I hesitantly nodded.

"Jiyong has not even bought me one when I told him to." She chuckled.

"Maybe bacause he pitied me that time. I was suffering from dysmenorrhea and he took care of me." I was really grateful for him that time.

"Are you sure there's nothing between you two aside from being housemates?" She raised a brow and I vigorously shook my head.

"No, not at all!"

"Not for long." She smirked. I was about to ask her what she meant by that when mrs. Kwon held my hand.

"Thank you dara. Please continue taking care of my son." She smiled lovingly at me.

"In contrast, it's your son who's actually taking care of me soo..." she laughed.

"Nonsense. If  you weren't here, this house would've been a mess. Crumpled papers all over the floor that you can swim on it." I laughed, I could totally picture that happening.

"Don't hesitate to contact me ok?" I nodded and dami gave me a wink as they left. Jiyong's sending them off.

I groaned as I lay on my back. I was drifting off to sleep when the doorbell rang. The idiot must've forgotten his keys again.

"You're so stupi–"

"Surpriiiiiseee!" I stood there frozen as minzy, bom and chaerin invited themselves in. Give me a break!