It All Started With A Breakfast

Ugh.

I woke up early six in the morning-- well of course with the help of my alarm-- to wash my used clothes. I've got poor reflexes and extremely broken body clock.

"Omoya!" I exclaimed. "You'll be the death of me grandma." I sighed. She just popped out of nowhere while I was gathering clothes. Oh yeah. This two wakes up around 3 am in the morning. She chuckled. "Well. I know you're washing today so go ask Youngmin for his too. He has not much anyway. Conserve water." Great. What's with tthis incredibly stranger-special treatment huh? He'll owe me with this.

Bringing my basket of clothes, I lightly knocked onto his door to find he was not there. He's probably with my husband now. I'm so jealous. I plodded to the back lawn, passing the kitchen and saw him making coffee. I heard a faint 'good morning' but pretended I didn't hear it. Why? I don't feel like responding. This is me every morning.

"Uhm. Hey. Your used clothes? Give me those. I'm gonna wash it with mine." I said, as soon as I got back in the kitchen. "Kay." He simply replied. The fuck? Yes, I wanted him to agree since I was commanded to do so, but not even having the courtesy to ask if I needed help? Wow. "Hey. It's a joke. I'm helping." He muttered, maybe recognizing the annoyed face I plastered. Well. Never joke on someone who just woke up. "Whatever. Just bring them outside." And I proceeded on my chore. Soon I felt his presence so I snatched his clothes. "Someone's on her period." He teased which I didn't quite take so well. "I'll help you hang them." He finally and seriously said gaining my nod.

It was all silence during washing and in no time I was done. He hung them up peacefully as I watched. The sun rays completely radiated his beautiful face. "Thanks." He said and I just nodded again. I feel really sleepy to mind his beauty right now. "Floral undies huh?" My eyes widened ten times. He grinned, raising my undies with one finger. "Yah! Foul play!" I shouted as I tried to catch my precious garments. If only I could banish them from the world right now and take it back later. Aish. Now that I think about it, I didn't see any of his undies. He pats my head and levels his eyes to mine, bending a bit. "Cause I love my pride enough to wash them myself after every bath I take." He answered my thoughts which I'm pretty sure I said aloud unconciously. "Yes. You spoke your crazy thoughts. So. Want me to show you my undies?" He smirked.One word: "Yuck." He loves forcing his way in to my nerves but sorry to say, I'm not one to easily snap at childish things. It's the kind of mean you usually encounter and miss whenever it disappears. I like it.

"Yah. You keep acting like an adult." He pouted. "Well duh. I'm supposed to act like 17. Not 7. I'm a young adult already. You too, may I inform you, is a young adult." I countered.

"You're no fun. You think too old." He said, his face expresionless. It's scary though. He sighed. "You know what, you'll never get the chance to enjoy small things when you become an adult. Especially if other situations are forcing you to become one. Situations far more worse than this..." He trailed. I'm not sure if he's still sane though cause he is looking at nothing in particular.

I didn't expect him to take that seriously, but for what ever it was, it made sense. It always did when it came from him.

After tiring myself and hanging my own undies, we got in the house. I slumped myself at the couch not really minding about my awkward position. "Hey. Come here. Eat breakfast." He shouted from the kitchen. I groaned. Not that I don't want to eat. I love eating. My body just feels so heavy or maybe I am too lazy to drag my body. Or both.

The moment I saw Kimbap and Fish cakes, my tummy felt hunger. "You cook well." I complimented after devouring his work of art. I did the dishes for us and went back inside my room to rest. I'm not sure if I actually have free time now or I'm just really forgetting something.

Hm.

I stood up and roamed around fixing things I consider messy til I found small pails of different colored paints. A non-existent lightbulb suddenly blinked to life inside my head.