SOFT BUN || markhyuck

17.

It was that guy.

I've been getting glimpse of him every now and then but never got to see his face until now, as he stood in front of me at the very moment with a bottle of what looked like alcohol in his hand. When I stepped out of the kids room carefully sliding the door closed behind me, he moved a step back giving me enough space to stand. He was almost the same height as me but definitely younger... at least that's what I thought. There was no other way of confirming it other then asking the man himself which I was most probably not gonna do. The little grin on his lips never left. I wanted to inform him about the fact that the kid was already asleep so there was no point in visiting and go to bed ending the day here today. But he had totally different plans. When I parted my lips to speak up, he beat me to it.

'Want to drink with me?'

I raised a brow at his question. Was he actually asking that? Why me? I mean why ask a worker something that could make them get kicked out. I must've stared at the bottle raised between us for too long when he shook it in order to get me back to my senses. Would it be okay to say yes? I gulped hard as I stole a glance at the liquid inside the bottle one more time before I actually came to face him. 'If it doesn't include in me getting kicked out when we get caught then sure,' i kept it short and notified with a firm tone.

'Don't worry even if we do, after all I am a part of this house hold... I'll get to it later on,'

What's that suppose to mean?

I never talked further when I heard a faint groan from inside the room, it was cue to take our little conversation far away where no one can hear us. But in his mind, the living was the best option where me and Kim sat at the very first day.

'Please take a seat after all we are drinking buddies for now,' he spoke up when he sat down on the sofa and saw me standing by the door. It made me uncomfortable. What you ask? The fact that he now sat at the same place Kim once did and after him Katsu. He never turned on the lights which I found odd but it seemed as if he read my mind even in the dark.. 'I just thought it would be much nicer to drink in the moonlight,'  he pointed towards the larger glass window in the wall in front of where I stood. The moonlight did make it easier to see in the darkness so I was fine with it. Even though I had been in this room once, I still managed to dodge the furniture placed between the room and finally set my buttocks down on the soft cushion of the sofa at the opposite side.

Pouring down the liquid into the glass he brought with him, he slid one towards me and picked up his own in the middle waiting for me. I stared at it then to his arm that was holding the other in the air. What was he tryin to do? I slowly moved.. 'Can you hurry up my arms hurting now..' he spoke as if I was the one who insisted him in the first place to do all this. We clinked our glasses... well, however, he did it I just held it up off the table. I took it all in at once. That bitter sweet taste hit the spot as my face expression said the rest. I hissed as I put the glass on the table next to his which was surprisingly still half filled. I didn't care and poured myself another glass and did the same as before. He watched me take another one and the next one until the bottle was half and now I was left with the blurry image of the man sitting in front of me. 'Some one has been having it tough,'

'Its just.. fuck..'

'Something happened?' he asked as he leaned forward curiously.

'How do you know him?' he held himself back when I asked. It was as if he wasn't expecting me to ask such thing thinking I was now hungover and might spill something to him in the end. At least that's what I got from all this after all why would someone in such luxurious clothing take it even as a night gown sit down and drink with a commoner like me. Not to end it there, and to do so invite me himself? It was suspicious.

'Uncle. He's my uncles son. Cousins? If that satisfies your need to look at me with such... eyes,' he started back just as intensely as I did. I felt as if he knew about me. I don't know why but I did and my heart slowly kept sped up as we continued on talking and at a point when he asked me a question it skipped a beat.

'So you plan on doing something?'

'What's that suppose to mean?' I muttered.

He smirked and took a sip of his glass. 'You seem like some one who would come to a place like this because of a specific reason,'

'And what makes you say that?'

'How else would you explain your visit here and through a man like that?'

'You mean Kim?'

'Yes... that guy..'

I sighed heavily. What was I suppose to say to him? Should I just say that I was forced here? No. That would make it hard later on for me or maybe they might use  it against me some how but then it could help me leave this place without much of an excuse as to me just hate being here and all that. I wonder if that would work... if they'll buy my lies. And if it didn't well... that was a totally different situation for another time to deal with.

'You're hesitating.. you have a good relation with that man or not?'

'No..' blurted.

'I-I just don't plan on staying for long.. that's all,'

'I see. How do you plan on going back then?' I gave him a questioning look. I didn't understand his intention behind all these questioning, is this the reason for him to invite me for a drink? I couldn't reply. I didn't had anything to say.

'I don't care what you do... all I wanted to let you know is the fact that when you leave make sure there isn't even a bit of a drama caused in this house hold and of course take care of the kid before you leave he gets.. attached to people easily.'

I looked at the liquid in the bottle again. I wanted to drink it all but before I could come to my senses the bottle was already placed on my lips and I drank it all in one go. In the end, I could label myself as officially drunk.

'.. what if ... I.. take him... with me?' he snorted.

'Do you plan to do so?'

I watched him looking at me, expecting to answer his question. I wanted to remove that smug on his face so bad. Should I just smash this bottle on his face? Getting drunk with all this wasn't helping either, there is one of him and now I could see two more and it was getting on my nerves even more.

'Will you stop me from doing so?'

'Don't be so hard on him but then who am I kidding-' he stood up walking to the door '-his charms are weird in such a way that one always ends up coming back and coming back means digging your own grave,' he held the door handle and turned to me, specifying the last part in a odd tone.

'You know... you're weird,' this time I turned around to look at him as he further continued. 'How?'

'You never asked me my name?'

'All these rich guys coming to my face and blurting it out themselves before I could ever even ask so I thought you might do it too sooner or later,'

'Weird. It's Jeno--' he left before muttering the last part '--I'm on your side and if you do plan on escaping him from here do notify me before hand will you?'

What in the world makes you think I would do something like that, you fool? When I walked out the room standing in the hallway, it was empty. He was gone. I dragged myself back to the room, my head was spinning... gosh. Sliding open the door and closing it behind me, I slumped down on the bed with a loud groan getting comfortable under the blankets.