Short stories featuring Oneus covering anything and everything.
Start: 20200514
End : ????????
WARNING ⚠️
• once in a blue moon updates
• slight grammar errors cuz English is not my first language
• will be using basic Korean here and there; feel f...
We turned the corner and I let out a relieved sigh. I glanced back and saw no one tailing us. I survived a life and death situation! I'm still alive and breathing people! But then it hit me, Yeo Hwanwoong's grip on me never faltered.
"You can let go now, seonsaengnim," my voice came out softer than I intended to.
He hesitantly remove his arm and rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. I expected him to stop and bid farewell, but he kept on strolling beside me.
"You can go now, I'll be fine on my own, seonsaengnim," I awkwardly said and side glanced at him.
"It's not safe for a girl to be out this late. And please call me Hwanwoong off lessons, you're making me feel old," he said and made a sulky face before looking straight ahead like nothing happened.
I didn't know he has this kind of side. He was always the strict straight faced dance instructor at the studio and now this? I kept quiet as I myself is socially awkward with strangers. Was he actually considered strangers?
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*Just imagine it's night and ignore the red carpet and the two people standing there*
We climbed up flights of stairs and arrived at my rooftop apartment door. I face him and again, I expected him to bid his farewell and go home. Wrong. He was still standing in front of me with his left hand in his trainers pocket while looking around, almost as if he was waiting for me to open the door.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He cocked his head to the side, his tone was like he was asking an obvious question.
I blinked while contemplating in my head.
He just helped me, he won't take advantage of me, right?
I made a quick recap on where I put my pepper spray, just in case. Was it in my bag? I took out my keys and opened the door, letting him in first. He confidently stepped in like he owns it. Charismatic is his middle name, Yeo Charismatic Hwanwoong, as the dance crew named him.
He observed the house while walking around in the living room while I went to the kitchen and put my bag on the chair. When I came back, he was drinking his juice with a picture frame stand in hand, inspecting it.
"Is this your sister?" He asked while putting it back on the television table.
"Yes, she lives with me. She's on a semester break so she's back at our hometown," I said and sat myself on the only couch in the living room.
My legs were killing me. I know I'm a dancer, but all those walking tire me more than dancing ever does. If you have passion in something, it never tires you. He came closer and plopped right beside me, although the couch could fit three people.
"So, what has been bothering you?" He propped his elbows on his knees and glanced back at me.
"Did you mean the stalker?" I was clueless to his sudden inquiry.
