Hypnotized//JH

.10.

I stood there with my mouth opened, not knowing whether to react to the fact that someone just pushed his way into my house or that Hoseok was suddenly gone in a matter of a second. While that man started rotating his head in all directions to check out my house, I just stood there with the door handle in my hand, the door still opened wide. My poor knuckles ended up being the victims of my intense clutch to the door handle and my hands were trembling slightly.

Was it all even real? Was Hoseok really there?

"You look more shocked than I am, are you okay?" The man who was now standing in my living room wearing black jeans, a black leather jacket and a plain, white t-shirt asked me, his voice bringing me back to reality.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, not standing his sight in front of me anymore the moment I realized who he was.

"Park Jimin told me that he had a friend he wanted me to watch for the night until he comes back. I didn't know that that friend was going to be you," He said before pulling out his work ID card which had his picture, his name and the nature of his job written on it.

I looked at him with dull eyes, my brain not failing to remember who he was and what he had done. It was obvious that he remembered me just as much as I remembered him, and that was why he seemed to be regretting the moment he agreed to do this favor.

"If you don't believe me, you can call Jimin right now and ask him," He said, quite oblivious of the fact that I knew who he was.

I slammed the door shut then walked all the way to the kitchen counter, but I had to make sure to bump against his shoulder harshly to give him an idea of how pissed off I was. I fiddled with the things that were on the counter, trying to distract myself from the awkward atmosphere that was created by the two of us.

"Tea or coffee?" I asked, my back still facing him as I pulled out two mugs from the cupboard above the sink.

"Tea," He replied, and that was when I decided to turn around, only to find him still standing in his place.

"You can have a seat, you know," I said after returning my attention back to the water that was now boiling in the kettle. I put the coffee powder in my mug and the tea into his then poured the boiled water into both cups. Once both cups were full, I held them both and walked towards the detective who was now sitting awkwardly on my couch. After handing him his tea and him thanking me, I took a seat a bit farther away from him and took a sip from my mug then put it down on the table. Sitting on that couch didn't fail to remind me of what had happened a couple of minutes ago, when Hoseok nearly entered my mind, and it also didn't fail to set the butterflies free again in my stomach.

"So, Mr. blabber detective, what is your name? What should I call you?" I asked him, trying to divert my mind from thinking about the events of the day.

His eyebrows got knitted as he took a long sip from the tea I made him, then he set the cup on the table too, his eyebrows still knitted.

"Mr. blabber detective?" He asked," What kind of title is that?"