End To Start || Haechan

2

I dropped my bag by the entrance of the door when I got home. I was too tired to walk all the way to my room, instead I fell face first on the living room couch. My eyelids quickly became heavy and soon I entered a dream state.

I don't know how long I was asleep for but I knew it couldn't have been long. I wouldn't have woken up if it wasn't for the loud slam of the front door.

"Did you bring home anything to eat?" I asked.

"No, you didn't make anything?"

"Too...tired." I mumbled out.

I heard the refrigerator door open. "Well unless you want to eat a half rotten tomato and a bottle of mustard..." He trailed off. "...okay I'm ordering takeout."

"Fettuccine Alfredo from that one nice italian restaurant two blocks up, oh and don't forget dessert." I instantly demanded.

"I- you do know how expensive that restaurant is?"

I sat up and crossed my arms, giving him a blank stare. "Please." I scoffed sarcastically. "It's the least you owe me for kicking me off my own team today."

He sighed and leaned against the counter. " y/n I did not kick you off the team, I temporarily reassigned you until we are done with this case."

"And why is that...Sir." I emphasized my sarcasm in the word sir.

"You know the rules, work talk stays at work, personal life stays at home."

"Whatever you say boss." I rolled my eyes and headed to my room, slamming my door but quickly reopening it to yell out one last thing. "And don't think I forgot about my food, I'm expecting that fettuccine when I'm out of the shower." I slammed the door again, but reopening it once more. "And dessert." I slammed my door for the last time.

I took a long warm shower, letting the water run down my back for as long as possible, relaxing me after the long day. After freshening up, I changed into a pair of cartoon pajamas I received as a present when I was 14. They were a little snug but still nice enough for me to still fit into.

I happily walked out to the kitchen, but frowned when I saw that it was empty. Our apartment was like a studio type loft. There was two bedrooms but the kitchen, living room, dining area, and wash area was all just one big giant space. It was actually a really nice apartment and I was grateful my brother let me move in with him without having to pay rent so I can save up money after graduating University. I used the term brother loosely. See he wasn't actually my brother, he was the son of the marshal that was assigned to me as a part of the witness protection program. Before moving to Chicago, I was first placed with a family in Seattle Washington. Unfortunately, two years after being placed with them, they suffered an accident on the snowy road. The parents died and their daughter who was with me at the sitters house at the time of the accident was taken in by her aunt and uncle. As for me, I was set to be placed with another family somewhere in California, as well as being reassigned a new marshal but I refused. Although I was only with them for two years, they had begun to feel like my family. After that I refused to go to another family in fear that I would suffer loss again. By pulling a few strings, my marshal convinced the agency to allow me to return back home with him after his wife died. It wasn't the ideal family, a 16 year old boy and his single father but I found something with them that I hadn't had in a while, the feeling of belonging.

I was searching the pantry for anything to eat when there was a loud knock on the door. I looked through the peephole, seeing a delivery boy standing with a giant paper bag.

"Yes!" I whisper cheered after recognizing the logo of the restaurant. I grabbed my bag that was still on the floor, pulling out a five dollar bill.