Hell Hole

Chapter Fourteen.

"Hello!"

Jeongin's eyes flickered over towards the entrance, Soyeon striding in through the door, her white dress falling just past her knees.

"You're here all alone, Intern?" She asked, pacing towards the table and taking a seat. She crossed her legs over one another, pushing the fabric of her dress down so it wouldn't exploit her.

"Yes," Jeongin murmured, sipping on his coffee, "The others left for a meeting, I believe."

"God," Soyeon cursed, shaking her head, " I guarantee this place will be closed in a year because of them..." She bonked her forehead with her palm, "Especially that Seoho, He can't do one thing right."

Jeongin got up from his chair, wandering towards the coffee dispenser, "Would you like something to drink, Miss?" He asked faintly, ruffling through the coffee packets they had.

"How about some coffee," Soyeon smiled, organizing papers that scattered across the round table she was sitting at, "Let's see how good you are at that," She murmured, "Oh! And some fruit please too, Dear!"

Jeongin got out a cup from a cupboard and filled it with ice, placing it right under the coffee machine. He clicked start, the liquid filling the cup up as he swung open the fridge. He got out a container of fruit, the assortment blending together in a sunset type of array. He brought everything to the Woman on a tray, setting it infront of her and taking a seat in his chair.

"Oh, Thank you, thank you." She hummed out, opening the container and stabbing a piece of peach with the fork the boy had placed on her tray. She set the fork down and then picked up her coffee, sipping from it with a sigh, "Ah, this is great.." She murmured.

Soyeon stabbed her fork into a red grape, looking up at Jeongin from across the room, "What did you say you were writing when we went out drinking? A play?" She pondered, sliding the grape off and munching down onto it.

"I write novels," Jeongin confided, glancing back at the woman before He began typing on his computer once more.

"Ah," Soyeon hummed, clicking her tongue, "You're an artist then," She swooned, "No wonder why your coffee's a work of art~" she flicked her gaze down to the fruit bowl, "What do you write about then?"

Jeongin sucked in a breath through his teeth, running his fingers through his hair, "Murder," He said as if it were a question.

"Murder?" Soyeon sipped from her coffee once more, her lipstick staining the edges, "That's a good topic.." She set it down with a soft clink, "Hey, didn't you say you lived in a shared studio apartment?"

Jeongin nodded, clicking his mouse, "Yes, I do.." He uttered, scrunching his nose.

"There must be a lot of unique characters there," She huffed, "Who knows," The Woman waved her hands in the air, "Maybe a Serial Killer lives there... School is hard these days, and when people get stressed out," She sighed, "They commit crimes." She pushed the tray towards the middle of the table, "Imagine a corpse in the room next to you, just..."

"I'd know right away," Jeongin admitted, his voice dull, "I can hear the Man next door breath." He whispered, "And none of them are students, they're constantly there... And must be in their late twenties and early thirties."

"Still, that's where the poor people live..." She trailed off, letting out an 'ah', "Do you remember that internet cafe killing that happened recently?" She gasped, "The killer's inferiority complex took over, and He snapped just randomly snapped when someone tried to talk to him,"

Soyeon stabbed two more pieces of fruit onto her fork, "Just look at their eyes and you'll be able to tell," She muttered, "They're dark, sunken, and freaky." She covered the fruit back up with the cover, snapping it down to fit the ridges, "It's as if they're oppressed, where do you think such guys live?" She pointed out at the boy, getting up with a screech of her chair and wandering towards the fridge to put the container back.

"He laughed," Jeongin muttered as He stared blankly at the computer screen, closing out of the tab He was on.

Soyeon looked up at the boy, opening and closing the fridge, "What?"

"The Male didn't seem oppressed," Jeongin stated, "It seemed as if He enjoyed it... Remember the cat that we saw? One of my neighbors was just laughing as I confronted him."

"Crazy," The woman cleared her throat, clapping her hands together, "Did you talk with your girlfriend yet?" She questioned, "Are you guys meeting?"

"In a few days," He hummed, "She, Her boss, and I are all meeting."

"Her boss?" Soyeon repeated, "Who's he?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"My competition," Jeongin spoke out blandly, "Which I'm glad about because I will happily give her up, after all... I have had my eyes on someone else for a while."

Soyeon cooed, "Oo~ who? Is it someone you know very well." She queried, picking up her iced coffee once again and sipping from it.

"At first I thought I knew him. Now I'm not sure how well I do."