You dragged yourself into your apartment. You were exhausted after finishing 10 hours plus surgery. It was a difficult one but you pulled it off. The patient was stable and now under tight observation in the ICU. You left him in the hand of your residents and went home, hoping that you could take a long and warm bath before crashing the bed. You remembered the first time Jackson insisted to install the bath tub. You were more of quick-shower-kind of girl so you two argued about the need to buy the bath tub, but Jackson insisted. He was sure that you would appreciate the bath tub later when you had tried it yourself. You were still sceptic about the bath tub since you barely had time to enjoy it. You spent 5 minutes top to take a shower, even Jackson made a joke about it, that you should compete with Mark to see who's faster in taking a shower. But after a week or two, Jackson managed to steal some time and forced you to soak in the bath tub. Needless to say that you were hooked after the first try. And now, he gloated about the matter every chance he had.
You were thinking of enjoying another long warm bath and it made you smile as you walked toward the apartment. You helped yourself a glass of wine to enjoy while soaking in the bath and was about to walk upstairs to your room when the door opened again, revealing a tired Jackson.
"Hey there," he greeted you, surprised to see you home early.
"Hey, you're early as well."
"Yeah, I was tired. Where are you going?" his eyes narrowed when you moved toward the stair.
"Bath. I had a long surgery so I thought a long and warm bath is necessary," you answered while moving upstairs, with Jackson hot on your tail.
"Oohhh.. Now who's addicted to the tub?" he wiggled his eyebrows, teasing you and you rolled your eyes. "Can I join you?"
"As long as you promised no funny business," you answered. The last thing you needed was him disturbing your relaxing time.
He grunted, "Okay fine," he complied but even before he got the chance to step into the room, his phone rang and he had to pick it up. You, on the other hand, put down your stuff, took off your clothes and put on the bath robe and was about to go into the bathroom to prepare the bath. You only took a step inside the bathroom before running back out again, almost colliding with Jackson in the process.
"What's wrong? I thought you're going to take a bath," he got a puzzling look on his face as he steadied you so you wouldn't fall.
"There's a cockroach inside," you whispered.
"What? No way," he whispered back and changed position with you, opening the door slowly and peeking inside before quickly tiptoing backward and shut the door again.
"See?? There's a cockroach inside," you whispered.
"I will tell the superintendant about this. We paid a lot for the maintenance fee and I made sure that they already did pest control so I won't be dealing with insects, but we still get them," he grunted, still whispering in low voice.
"Yeah, you can do that tomorrow, for now, I need to take a bath, so you go grab something to kill that damn insect," you told him and his eyes widened.
"Why me?" he pointed to his chest. "By the way why are we whispering to each other?"
"Well, maybe the cockroach can hear us," you knew you sounded ridiculous but you didn't care. "Of course you have to kill it, you're the man," you pushed him to go find something to kill the insect but he didn't budge.
"No way," he shook his head vigorously. "I ain't going nowhere close that damn cockroach. You're the doctor, you do it."
"What? I'm a human doctor, I did surgeries on human being, not on insects," you hissed.
"Well, but you had practice on animals before right? So, you do it," he insisted.
"Yeah, on frogs, rabbit, rats, not on cockroaches," you argued, as he held your arms, pushing you forward slightly toward the bathroom door and for a few minutes, you two had a mini tug war, going back and forth between who should kill the insect.
"Okay, we're going nowhere," Jackson stated the obvious. He went outside quickly and when he came back, he got a can of insect repellant spray in one hand and a fly swatter on the other hand. "Okay, pick your weapon, we're going in together," he held out his hands and you picked the spray. He pouted when he saw that he got the swatter.
"The sooner we kill it, the sooner we can enjoy the bath, so use that as a motivation," you patted his shoulder, trying to cheer him up and he rolled his eyes. "Maybe after this, you should try to man up and learned how to deal with insects," you added and he scowled. "You don't want me to keep calling for Jaebeom everytime I encounter insects in here, right?"
At that question, he paused to think before nodding, "Okay fine, let's get this done and later I'll make sure the apartment is free of insect 100% so none of us will have to deal with them. I'll sue them if there's a single cockroach in here again."
You smiled at his silly solution and held the doorknob, "Are you ready?"
He grabbed the swatter tightly and nodded. You counted, 1 ...2... 3..
"Jackson Wang!!! Get your ass back here!!" you shouted as he pushed you inside the bathroom and closed the door behind you, leaving you alone to deal with the cockroach. You turned to face the cockroach and ran a 100 ways to kill him later in your head when you were done with the cockroach.
