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I woke up on a cold, moist sidewalk. A single lamppost cascaded its faint, yellow glow onto my frame as I sat up.
Did I.. Did I just fall from the heavens and made it out alive..?
"Wait a second," my eyes widened as I started feeling myself. "I'm alive. I'm alive again! Oh, my gosh!"
I quickly stood to rejoice. I didn't care if anyone saw— nobody was there anyway. The street was dark, the array of shops were already closed, cars were parked by the gutter, and it was completely quiet; except for me.
I held a hand up to the sky. "Thank you!"
I was about to go when my thighs bump into something. A golden luggage. I turned it around, finding a quote by the zipper saying 'God loves you'. I laid it down to open and found clothes. I looked at my apparel, realizing that I was wearing the same shirt and jeans the moment I died.
"How thoughtful of Him," I smiled. "Ouch! Ah!"
My right wrist felt a severe sting. I raised it high to see red numbers like that of a digital clock's. But instead of counting forward, it counted backwards. It said 61 days left. That's 2 months equivalent.
"I really need to find this person now," I hoisted myself up. "I don't even know where I am to begin with. Ah, I'm going to hell."
I dragged the luggage with me. I trodded the lonely streets alone, humming to myself. I wondered where I would be staying for the night and for the rest of my days. I didn't have money. Was I supposed to be homeless?
"OH, YEAH, YEAH! OH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!"
My head shot up at the sound of a drunken voice, slurring and singing recklessly at the distance. In front of me stumbled a man. He looked young but deeply troubled. He was all by himself, screaming, waddling, and tripping over invisible things.
"Is this him?" I gulped. "Oh, Lord. He's coming."
"NEVER HAD MUCH FATE IN LOVE OR MIRACLES! OH!" He thrusted his hip once. "NEVER WANNA PUT MY HEART ON THE LINE!"
He kept squirming around, completely out of control. It seemed like he had enough alcohol for tonight.
"BUT SWIMMING IN YOUR WATER IS SOMETHING SPIRITUAL! OH!" He thrusted again, spinning around a pole.
I looked away. "Urgh.."
"I'M BORN AGAIN EVERY TIME YOU SPEND THE NIGHT! 'CAUSE YOUR SEX TAKES ME TO PARADISE. YEAH, YOUR SEX TAKES ME TO PARADISE."
Should I approach this fella? Right now?
"AND IT SHOWS, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH! 'CAUSE YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN LOCKED OUT OF HEAVEN!"
Heaving a sigh, I walked up to him. He was currently rubbing his butt against a glass door of a closed bakery. He was laughing to himself.
"Sir—"
"FOR TOO LONG! FOR TOO LONG!" He sang again. "YEAH, YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN LOCKED OUT OF HEAV— EURGHHH!"
"Oh, Jesus!"
I skidded back as he suddenly puked. He fell to his knees, throwing up more. I looked up the sky, imagining God's big hand poking out from the dark clouds, giving me a massive thumbs up. I winced.
"Eurghhh! Hck! Ahck!" He coughed, spitting the rest of his vomit to the ground.
"Excuse me," I tapped his shoulder. "Sir, are you okay?"
"Yeah.."
"You look awfully stricken. You need to go home and rest before anything else happens. Please, sir, let me help."
"I don't need no help.."
I extended my arms to him but he inched away like a toddler not wanting to be held by his mother. I saw him pout, his soft, brown locks bouncing as he shook his head.
"Sir."
'You little shit, let me do my thing. I don't want to go to hell.' I thought.
He looked at me. "What time is it..?"
Instinctively, I felt for my pockets. Then, I realized that I didn't have my phone with me. He didn't wait for any response though. He shakily got up on his own and limped away as if we never talked.
I observed for a few seconds and then, he fainted.
"Is he serious?"
[Third Person's POV]
Beomgyu groaned, sensing his entire being slowly awaking. He rolled around the bed, sunlight seeping through the thin, draping curtains of his window. His bare torso glazed against the soft sheets, making him want to buzz some more. It wasn't until he caught a whiff of a distinct aroma that made him rise from his position.
Head pounding, he grabbed his shirt from a close-by chair and dressed. He couldn't remember much from last night. All he knew was that he entered a bar for a couple swigs and God knows what happened next.
"Ugh.." he rubbed his temple. "..why the fuck am I smelling.. Waffles..?"
Beomgyu went straight to the kitchen where the delectable smell obviously came from. To his utter surprise, there was a girl of which he never knew, back facing him, as she was the one making the treats. She was singing softly, lose grey shirt over waist pants as her clothes.
"I wonder where he puts his maple syrup.." She mumbled, opening a cupboard. "Where, oh, where.."
Alarmed, Beomgyu grabbed a nearby spoon resting on the counter top. As the girl finally found her target item, he silently approached in tiptoe, tiny weapon raised overhead.
"Side step right left to my beat. High like the moon rock with me, baby." She sang, squirting syrup onto the fresh pile of meal.
Beomgyu furrowed his brows. He still didn't let his guard down. Despite his terrible migraine and sleepy eyes, he kept his spoon raised, ready to strike.
"Know that I got that heat, let me show you 'cause talk is cheap. Side step right left to my beat."
"Get it, let it roll." He accidentally sang.
"GAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"
"HAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"
Beomgyu immediately threw the spoon at her in which she dodged. She ran around and hid behind the counter. Beomgyu wildly scanned his surroundings and picked up the plate of waffles next. He laid his bloodshot eyes on her, threatening to throw at any moment.
"No, no, wait!" She held out her hands. "Don't! I worked hard on that food!"
"Who are you?! How did you get in and why are you in my kitchen making waffles?!"
"Sir, calm down!"
"NEVER!" He rose the plate higher.
"Don't throw it!" She screeched. "I promise I'll tell you, just put it back!"
Beomgyu hesitantly complied, eyes never darting off the stranger. She anxiously straightened up, backing away cautiously as if she didn't trust his actions.
"I'm Y/N L/N." She said. "You may not remember, but I found you drunk in the streets last night. You fainted so, I brought you here."
"How is that even possible?" Beomgyu sneered. "There's no way you could figure out where I live. Are you a stalker?!"
"No!" She quickly denied. "You woke up in the cab and told the driver your address. You even paid for everything."
"I don't believe you."
Y/N shrugged. "Then don't. Honestly, why would you believe a strange like me? I just helped you out. No big deal."
"Oh, shut up. You're not getting me with your pathetic fallacy."
"I'm not trying to look pathetic. You wanted the truth, I served you some tea. What else would you wanna hear?"
Beomgyu scratched his head in a stressful manner. He exited his kitchen and proceeded to the living room. Y/N followed far, witnessing him plop onto the couch with a sigh. He brought his elbows to his knees, veined hands gripping on his messy hair.
"Let me get this straight," he breathed. "You found me drunk, I passed out, somehow regained consciousness in the taxi cab, spilled my address, had you take me all the way up to my floor, and woke up to you cooking breakfast in my kitchen."
"Yes." She added. "I didn't do anything to you, incase you're wondering. You walked up to your room alone and I stayed on the couch all night."
"You haven't slept?"
"A bit."
"Oh, my fucking God.."
She blinked. "I wouldn't say that if I were you."
"Not say what?"
"Nevermind." Y/N hid her hands on the back. "I'm yet to know your name."
"Why would I tell you?"
"Well, you've already learned mine. Besides, isn't it weird that I figured out your place first before your identity?"
He squinted his eyes at her. "Choi Beomgyu."
"There we go," she smiled. "See? Not that complicated."
"Right. So, when are you leaving?"
Y/N's smile dropped sooner that she expected. Her body tensed up, recalling the fact that she still had no place to stay.
"Umm.. Actually.. I came from another city.."
Beomgyu raised a brow. "And?"
"..and I.. I haven't really gotten an apartment yet.. You know.."
"You're saying," Beomgyu shifted. "You're practically homeless?"
Y/N nodded, biting her lip bitterly. Beomgyu let out a scoff of disbelief. He laid down and covered his eyes with one arm. Y/N chewed on her tongue. If he kicks her out, it would be more difficult to keep track of him. She couldn't just follow this dude around. She might as well get thrown into prison for alleged stalking. She must keep a close distance to her target in order to save him. Though she still had no clue what's there in him that needed salvation.
Beomgyu peeked from his arm and sighed.
"You may go now. Thank you for helping me get home."
"What?!" She flinched.
"Well, what do you want to do? Stay here? Rent free?"
"It's not like that," she nervously reasoned. "I just have nowhere else to go."
"That's your stuff," he pointed to the luggage in the corner. "How can you not afford a small room when you own a golden trolley?"
"It's fake." She lied.
"Fake, I see." He nodded, closing his eyes again. "You're definitely not getting out, are you?"
"I can't stay in the streets."
"Don't worry, there ain't much criminals out there. You'll last a day or two."
Y/N curled her fists. She took a deep breath, silently praying to God that she got the wrong person. Beomgyu groaned and took a glance at her. She looked like she was a kid, bottling her temper. Though, he misinterpreted it as a toddler who was about to cry. He rolled his eyes.
"Fine, you can stay here."
She gasped, eyes shot open. "Really?"
"Don't be too grateful. You're only here for a while."
"That's fine, it's more than enough! Don't worry, I'll help with the chores and move around. I definitely won't be a bummer. Thank you!"
He rolled his eyes sideways. "Take the guest room."