𝐓ђ𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝛈𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖ﺃ𝐭ђﺃ𝛈

A Glass of Heavenly water

Spending an entire night sleeping on a squeaky chair was not the most pleasant experience. Cheonsa was not the one to complain, though. She would rather live her entire life on a chair than go on a killing spree. Heeseung had been a wonderful guardian till now. She could put up with being nearly poisoned, forced to drink a sleeping potion and being tied to a chair. The one thing she absolutely refused to tolerate was his lack of responsibility.

Heeseung was lying on the bed and snoring peacefully. His mouth was parted slightly. He looked oddly relaxed. The glum look that he had on his face almost all the time was absent. Instead, there was a strange sadness that shadowed his face.

Cheonsa had tried everything in her ability to wake him up. She had requested politely, begged, cried, screamed profanities and even managed to topple over along with the chair but Heeseung remained asleep. For a while, she even considered that he could be dead, but then again, dead people could not snore.

Her bladder was going to burst if she didn't use the toilet that very second. This was not fair at all. She didn't know why Heeseung was being like that to her but keeping her from peeing was a bit too much.

"HEESEUUUUUNG! IF YOU DON'T GET UP, I AM GOING TO PEE IN MY PANTS!"

Cheonsa couldn't help but let a few tears slip from her eyes. Her situation was ridiculous and miserable at the same time. Heeseung peeked out from the depths of his blankets. His eyes were half-closed and his hair was all messy. He didn't quite look at Cheonsa. He seemed completely out of it. Both of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Heeseung turned away and went back to sleep.

She couldn't believe her eyes. How could someone sleep so much?

Cheonsa squeezed her legs to stop herself from peeing on the spot. She took a deep breath and looked around for something, anything that could help her.

Nothing!

Her hands and legs were trapped in that heavy enchanted chain making her useless. She tried to move around and the chair creaked in protest. The last thing she wanted was to break her back by falling from an ancient wooden chair and probably get impaled by one of its legs. She sighed in frustration.

Why did it have to be her?!

Someone knocked at the door and Cheonsa glanced at it in alarm. Who could it possibly be? She didn't even know where she was. One minute she was dying in the middle of the forest and the next minute she was inside a very sketchy room, tied to a chair.

The uninvited guest knocked on the door once again making Cheonsa shake her head.

Poor soul, she thought, whoever it was just had to suffer like her.

To her surprise, Heeseung lifted himself off the bed like he had grown a pair of wings. Cheonsa mouth clattered on the floor and she felt like she would burst into flames.

Shock and anger blinded her. She wanted to strangle that boy until he would scream CUPCAKES!

Cheonsa tried to peek through Heeseung's massive body from where she was sitting. Questions swirled around her mind.

Was she a hostage? If so, should she scream for help so that whoever had come would recuse her.

Or, the intruder could be Heeseung's accomplice. Then screaming for help would only worsen the situation.

Cheonsa shook her head before giving up.

She leaned forward in order to hear into whatever they were talking about. She was sure it was a woman. She could hear giggling and laughing as if Heeseung had cracked the funniest joke.