Begin Again; Choi Yeonjun

Eleven

Haneul's POV:

All my days consisted in sleeping, crying, sleeping, crying again and sometimes trying to watch tv with no success.

I was laying on my couch, staring at the ceiling whilst I thought of Rocky. Every single day felt like an eternity since he was gone, and I was starting to believe that I would never move on. All I could ever do was miss him, crave him, need him. I missed his voice, I missed his smell and his sweet smile that was always so good to me. At that point I had cried so much that tears would just come down and I wouldn't notice anymore.

A loud knock on the door echoed in the livingroom. I tried to ignore it, hoping whoever it was would just leave, but that didn't happen. Instead, I heard more knocks followed by someone calling my name, and I knew immediately it was him.

I groaned and stood up, sniffling and drying my tears with the back of my hand as I walked to the door. When I opened it, Yeonjun's bright, blue fluffy hair greeted me, blowing in the cold breeze. A slight smile appeared on his face, and I tried to smile back, but I failed terribly. 

I moved aside, and he walked in. He took off his shoes and then smiled, patting on my head.

"Nice try" He said, making me roll my eyes.

I walked to my couch again, plopping on my back. I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt Yeonjun's footsteps until I heard him sitting on one of the chairs.

"What brings you here?" I asked, still with my eyes closed.

"Is this all you've been doing the whole day?" He asked, ignoring my question.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He had his legs crossed, and his elbow resting over the armrest. He touched his chin, waiting for my answer.

"Is that a problem?"

"It is" He responded. I rolled my eyes again and closed them. "Have you eaten?"

"No. I'm not hungry"

He sighed, standing up.

"And you haven't showered either" He said, this time stepping forward. When I heard his voice getting closer, I looked at him again, frowning.

"Who said I hav-" 

"You're still wearing the same clothes" He interrupted me. He extended his hand to me, wanting me to hold it, but I didn't. "Come on, go take a shower and I'll cook something for you"

"Are you my mom or something?"

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, sighing in frustration.

"Listen, your parents are not here, and unless you want me to contact them you better at least do as I say" He firmly said "I'm not letting you die in your own dirtiness"

"You can't contact them if I don't give you the info" I said, closing my eyes again.

He snorted.

"I can, trust me. You don't want to dare me."

I opened my eyes at his words. His tone was too serious, so I ended up groaning and grabbing his hand. He pulled me up from the couch quickly, smiling victoriously. I glared at him, looking up thanks to the height difference. He simply chuckled and stroked my head.

"Wise decision" 

I shook my head and left the room without another word. I walked upstairs and grabbed some clean clothes from my room before I could take a long, hot shower.

It took longer than I expected, but I washed my hair and once I was out, I felt completely refreshed, I must admit.

I walked downstairs as I brushed my wet hair with a comb, immediately getting hit with some delicious smell. My brows were knitted together when I entered the kitchen, until I saw Yeonjun chopping vegetables whilst he wore my mother's apron.