𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 | 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨

3

Living alone for quite some time now, it was hard for me to leave my apartment and live with Yoshinori. I'm living with a boy, a popular boy. I may not end up dying through a gunshot but I will probably die because of his fans.

"Why do you have so many things?" He asked, annoyance written all over his face.

"Well, I need a lot of things for me to live. For example, this hygiene kit." I raised the pouch to his face.

"Tsk." He rolled his eyes. He closed the trunk of his car. No, it's not the sports car. It's another one. I bet he's really that rich.

He drove us to his house and all I can do is stare in awe. He's filthy rich.

"Wait." I stopped at my tracks. Yoshinori's hand stayed on the door knob.

"What?" He asked.

"Are your parents there?" It only occurred to me that he might be living with his parents and that it would be too awkward if I suddenly live with them. I mean how would Yoshinori even explain.

"No, my mom is not around. She's in Japan and she usually does not come home for a year or so." He answered. He entered the door and so I followed behind. We were welcomed by a tall middle-aged man who seems to be Yoshinori's butler.

"Good afternoon, Yoshinori." He greeted the boy. "Is she the girl who will be living here for a while?"

Yoshinori only nodded before walking off to somewhere, leaving me alone with his butler.

"He's just like that." The butler said. "But he's a nice kid." Nice, yeah, people who kill are nice.

"I'm Mr. Kim by the way. I have been the butler of the Kanemoto household for 15 years." I gasped in awe. For that long already?

"I will guide you to your room so that you can rest." I followed closely behind Mr. Kim in the fear that I might get lost. The house is too huge and Yoshinori's living alone here.

"Master Yoshi's friends come here often." Mr. Kim spoke. "His friends called Treasure. You probably know them."

There was some kind of implied tone on his voice. It's as if he knows that I know what's up.

"Those boys, they're kind." He said. "Circumstances just brought them to where they are right now."

We stopped in front of a mahogany door. "This will be your room. In the hallway across, you'll find Yoshinori's. If you have anything you need, just press the button on top of your bed."

I smiled in gratitude. I entered the room and I was in awe. Wow, it's a lot bigger than the apartment that I was renting. And the bed, it was a queen sized bed. I immediately plopped down the bed, feeling tired all of a sudden, then went to sleep.

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I woke up in the middle of the night feeling hungry. I remembered Mr. Kim telling me to push the button above my bed but I didn't want to wake him up. I bet he's already sleeping.

I quietly went out of my room, and down the stairs. I found my way to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and saw different kinds of food. I pulled out the slices of bread and served myself some along with the strawberry jam. I also got myself a glass of milk. I was enjoying my food when I heard a footsteps walking down the stairs.

I saw Yoshinori, loading his gun with bullets. I gulped. He probably saw me from the corner of his eyes because he shifted his attention to me. I immediately put down the bread that I was eating, not because I felt shy that I am eating it but because Yoshinori looks too scary right now.

"Y-you're going out?" I asked tentatively.

He just nodded his head. I looked at him. He was wearing a black hoodie, a pair of tattered jeans and white sneakers. I don't know why his outfit screams bad boy when boys normally wear this. Maybe it's the gun on his hand that made it look that way.

"Where are you going?"

He smirked. "Off to kill someone."

I shuddered at the thought of Yoshinori killing someone again. But he doesn't seem fazed. He looks confident if that is even a good thing. He looks dead cool.

"Oh, okay." I said.

Yoshinori then headed for the door. Out of nowhere, I suddenly called for his name.

"Yoshinori..."

He titled his head, asking me to go on with what I was about to say.

"Be safe."

I saw Yoshinori smile a little. The famous Kanemoto Yoshinori smile. The mischievous yet charming smile.

I didn't know what occurred to me but I suddenly wanted him safe. I know that I am in no place to demand something from him but I just want him to be safe.

"Sure." He laughed a little. "I don't really die that fast..."

"But yeah," He grinned, "I'll be safe doll."