It All Started With A Breakfast

GTFO

I tried to drown myself more to the pillows around me and my so soft blanky but I can't sleep no more. Maybe my body's tired of it. Though the cold crisp rainy weather I unconditionally love is provoking me to bond more with bed, my tummy isn't cooperating.

It's probably 10 o'clock or something already. My body just magically wakes up on around that time and I don't know why. Glancing at the wall clock, I proved myself wrong. It was quarter to 12 already.

I wonder where my awesome grandparents are. Maybe out in the city again to shop necessary things I don't find necessary or in a date they obviously left me out. Oh they do that a lot. Perks of having their own car. Atleast I'm alive.

Having a long vacation is a dimension I never want to leave but time won't allow it. Spending it here on the countryside makes it longer so that's why I'm here, alone-- or so I thought. Apparently, my parents are working their asses off.

Not bothering to fix myself, I walked out my room to meet up with my husband.

Yes I'm 17 and I'm already married to kitchen. I mean who isn't right? Like this guy who's eating here peacefully like--

My eyes widened.

A pair of round eyes stared straight at me. Is he trying to burn me? Maybe my morning appearance is too... whatever.

He dropped his chopsticks and straightened himself as if I was his predator. A frozen on spot predator that is.

Well having a korean boy for breakfast isn't so bad at all.

My inner fangirl is just-- Wait! What the hell is he doing here anyway?!

"Who are you?! Why are you here?!" I screamed panicking and sticking myself to the wall. Man he might be handsome but looks can be deceiving. I was almost deceived myself.

He abruptly stood up and backed away opposite my direction, trying to decipher words that won't come out of his mouth. He waved his hands indicating he won't hurt or harrass or rape me instead, but of course that isn't enough to prove himself to me. I ran back to my room and he ended up chasing me. Armoring myself with pepper spray I threatened him. "Don't get near me. This will blind you PERMANENTLY."-- not. I just said threatened him, not blind him. I might, but pepper sprays only give temporary blindness to my dismay.

And he is too handsome to blind, adding up to more dismay.

"Please I won't--" "Get. The. Fuck. Out." I cut him. I think it's better to wait for the arrival of my grandparents. I take back the awesome. They didn't even bother to wake me up-- which I hate-- to tell me there is someone so handsome who infiltrated the house. I bet they let him in. Those old guys are so full of pity. But what I don't understand is... what the heck is pitiable with that kid?

He hesitantly got out of my room, looking somehow scared and eager at the same time.

The moment I heard the car honk, signalling me to open the gate, I decided to run for the exit. I can't let him open the gate! Heck he might be someone who just got in here and... ate.

Upon opening the door, he immediately appears in front of me making me spray at him. Not my fault. I left him clutching his eyes, groaning-- probably his eyes stinging-- and I'm pretty sure he started rolling on the ground before I got out. I ran for my life outside not minding the small droplets of rain since I'm on my hoodie and opened-- actually, kicked-- the gate, but they ignored my frustrated figure as they parked calmy. I saw through their windshields.

"Ahandsometallerthanmecreaturegotinourhouseandisprayedhimwithmypeppersprayandithinkiwasprettyawesomebutstillyoucantenterthehousecallthepolice!" I fired at them. "What?" My grandma said. It wasn't like a question at all. It sounded like an another form of 'what have you done?' and it seemed like I was the one at fault. My grandfather throws an arm over my shoulders. "I didn't quite understand that but I guess your momsy did." He smiled at me showing wrinkles of hardwork from the past. I'm pretty sure my grandpa's really handsome at his youth. "Grandpa. That handsome guy might hurt us. Why aren't you listening to me?!" I followed up.

"Ah! Help please! I... I can't see!" his quivering voice echoed from the inside. I shouldn't, but I ran inside leaving grandpa & grandma chuckling behind.

Once I got right back inside I... somehow pity him, his eyes blinking and squinting maybe countless times, his arms extended trying to grip something to no avail. I shouldn't, but I helped him. What's wrong with me?

I held his wrist and he desperately grabbed my arm for support. He stood up kinda shaking. I feel... guilty.

"Thank you." He croaked doubling the weight I feel in my heart. He's so kind.

"H-hey... A-are you the girl f-from earlier?" His palms are surprisingly hot even with my sleeve in between our skins. I wonder why. Before I could answer "Yah! What have you done to him you brat come here!" my grandma scolds me. "A-A-AH!" She held my left ear and twisted it forcedly losing contact from him. The lose of warmth makes me cold somehow. "I-it's not her f-fault ma'am!" He stuttered more. She lets go of me and I grabbed the guy's arm as if he's a kind of defense.

"Relieve him. Since it's your fault, you'll have to help him through this!" She seemed really mad like I just aggravated some visitor. Or is he? "Are you feeling any better dear?" She asks transforming into an absolute angel. "Y-yes but my eyes... please..." He begged while my grandma stared daggers at me.

I. AM. SO. SORRY.

I can see grandpa holding a laugh back. "I-I'll take care of it." I said responsibly not sure if I really can. "Bring him to your room." That authorative voice came out of her again. I sighed and nodded as I held his arm again.

Man I'm loving his warmth.

No. Shut up.

Grandpa pats my shoulder before going to their room with grandma. Just why do I deserve this? I've sure got a handful of questions for all of them later.

The only benefit of this is his handsomeness.

I led him to my room as he wordlessly complied his breathing kinda loud as if exhausted. The rain just got heavier and I am loving it more.

I led ourselves to my couch. "Uh-uhm. Does it hurt anywhere?" I initiated. "No not at all." He managed a small smile, fiddling with his fingers. "I'm sorry, really." I say sincerely. "It's fine... sorry I scared you a while ago..." I remembered his eyes.

"Oh. I'm really sorry about your eyes..." I said with remorse trying to make it sound like it's permanent. "You m-mean..." "No please don't cry. I was joking!" I blurted as soon as I saw tears brim his beautiful eyes more. I guess I just like joking even when it's not appropriate. "Sorry." He says wiping his eyes. He keeps saying sorry when that should be me. "Please stop saying sorry. You make me feel bad." I attempt. He nods failing to say another sorry.

"Oh uh your eyes! It'll last for about 1-2 hours." I can see relief wash him out as he rubs his eyes. "Can I ask you a favor?" He asks.

But my stomach went growling. Oh right. I woke up to eat. Too bad all these events happened.

He suppresed a laugh. I cleared my throat to get rid of the hotness of my cheeks. "Uh yeah sure."

"Please lead me to my room." And I did. I left him sitting on his bed. I wanted to somehow assist him but my stomach's whining already.

After eating. I must check up on him.