Chapter 4: Did I just see you pout?

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We went to his car. The parking area is a bit far because the street road is narrow. The street has a bunch of buildings glued side by side both left and right and the restaurants do not offer parking spaces.

We are inside his car. We are both silent. He started the car and drove without a single word. I'm scared to be honest. This situation is similar to a serial killer movie scene I watched a few months back.

"So," I chuckled nervously when I looked at him. His eyes followed mine.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Sir! You know your driving, right?" I said humourly just to get some tension off me. He then laughed at me and looked straight ahead.

"You don't have to look at me when I talk, okay?"

He laughs again. There goes that puppy smile. Oh my god! I think I've seen him somewhere before but I'm too tired to think so I just ignored it.

"Why do you keep laughing at me?" I said annoyed.

"Just to be clear, you are going to take me to your house, right? Not to an abandoned factory or a faraway forest, right?" I laughed nervously. I was still looking at him.

"Now tell me why I shouldn't laugh?" He smirked

"Alright!" I smiled. "I really needed to hear that. This day has been full surprises and I'm getting tired of it." I yawned and leaned on the window.

"Seoul is beautiful at night. So many colorful lights." I said, while looking at the window. My eyelids are getting heavy. I tried to stop it but I can't fight it.

Is someone carrying me? I slowly opened my eyes and it's him. He caught me staring at him

"Hi there!" He smiled at me.

"It wasn't necessary to carry me, you know? You could have woken me up in the car when we arrived." I broke away from him and stood. He carried my bag with its sling across his body. What a site! I chuckled . He opened his door and gestures me to come inside.

"Wow!" My voice was louder than usual. I am not exaggerating, his house is really big. "Do you live alone or is your family staying with you?" I whispered to him. I tiptoed so I could whisper in his ear but he's just too tall so I accidentally bumped his side.

"Sorry!" I laughed.

He smiled at me and then looked away.

"I am the only one living here and don't you worry, I'm no serial killer." He smirked then looked at me again.

"I was just thinking about that!" I smiled to him. "Now that we have established that you're not a dangerous man, I can stop worrying now."

"You are weird." He laughs. He then took me to his room and told me that I can sleep there but I insisted on sleeping on the couch. He tried convincing me to just sleep in his room while he sleeps on the couch but I held my ground and demanded that I'll be on the couch. I can be very persuasive if I have to.

"Okay fine, you win!" He looked away then pouted.

"Oh my god!" I laughed at him. "Did I just see you pout? I teased him. I tiptoed again so that we can be of the same height. I teased him straight to his face. He laughs and lightly pushes me so I would stop but it was too fun that I also pushed him but strongly. I lost my balance after pushing him because I was tiptoeing so we fell on the bed.

We both laugh as soon as we hit the bed. "I think we can get along well. You are funny" I said.

"Yah!" Why did you push me?" He said humourly.

"You pushed me first!" We are still lying on the bed. We are not close. "Mmmmmm, your bed is soft! You know what, let me just stay here for a while. Five minutes and I'll charge my phone right after." I yawned.

He laughed and said, " On the couch, now" He said jokingly. I wanted to reply but I'm already sleepy. His bed has magic, I swear!

The next thing I know, it was already morning or afternoon. I am not quite sure. The light coming from the floor to ceiling windows on his balcony was beaming so brightly that I had to get out of bed. I grunted. Why does he not put curtains in his rooms? Is he an exhibitionist? I thought to myself.

I went out of his room and smelled something delicious from the first floor. So I ran. I ran like my life depended on it. I went to the kitchen and saw a plate of delicious food but he's nowhere to be found.

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