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"Mmm.."
I stirred onto the soft mattress, feeling the light rays of daylight hitting my face. My body stretched as I yawned loudly. What happened?
I could only recall the blackout and me strolling in the park. And then I heard a voice singing and I sat down to listen and I fell asleep. If so.. How did I get back home?
Unless..
"Hold on.." Muttered I.
Fluttering my eyes open, I found myself inside an unfamiliar room. I immediately sat up and looked around. The windows were open, there's a study table and PC in front of it, the bed was clearly not MINE, everything seemed to be manly. Where the hell am I?!
As an answer, a guy went inside, drying his hair with a towel. I stared at him and he stared back. I began screaming and he rushed up to silence me.
I threw a pillow at him. "WHO ARE YOU?! WHY AM I HERE?!"
"Hey! Ow!" He blocked my attacks with his arms. "Calm down! Let me explain!"
"KIDNAPPER! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO TO ME, HUH?! DON'T MAKE ME CALL THE COPS!"
"I'm not a kidnapper! Just listen!"
I brought the covers up to my face. He sighed deeply before pulling up a swivel chair and slomped on it. He eyed me with fear and concern as he slowly spinned himself.
"First of all," he placed a hand on his chest. "I'm Beomgyu. Choi Beomgyu. And you're in my apartment."
"And why is that?" My eyes squinted at him.
"I saw you unconscious at the park. Just behind the tree where I was playing my guitar. And I couldn't afford leaving a lady like you to freeze in there so I took you in."
"What?"
"I didn't do anything to you, don't worry. I stayed in the living room the whole time."
"You're the 'singing guy'? The one who sang 'Happier'?"
"Err.. Yeah." He raised his brows. "So you were listening to me, huh."
"N-no.. I mean, yes. But I didn't mean to invade your personal space. I was just.. Mesmerized.. I'm sorry."
Beomgyu let out a low chuckle while shaking his head. "It's fine. Not a lot of people appreciate it."
I looked down guiltily. Oh, I shouldn't have threw a fit on him. I heaved myself out of the bed, stood up and offered a handshake. He looked at my hand before averting his gaze up to my face. I smiled.
"I'm Y/N. Y/N L/N. Thank you for keeping me in."
Beomgyu took my hand and gently shook it. "No worries. By the way, are you hungry? I couldn't wake you up this morning for breakfast. You should eat something. I'll cook."
Breakfast? I watched as he got up from his seat and toddle towards the door. I nervously fiddled with my fingers.
"Uhm.. Beomgyu?"
He turned to me. "Yes?"
"What time is it?"
"3:26 PM. My, my, you're a heavy sleeper aren't you?"
"A-ah.. Yeah, it's my.. Uh.. Nature.."
He smiled and led the way downstairs. Gosh, his apartment was kinda huge. I wonder how much it costed him. Beomgyu started cooking for our late lunch. I offered to help him with the work but he wanted me to just sit on the stool and make myself comfortable. As much as I wanted to insist, I simply followed. It's his household after all. Beomgyu was cutting vegetables in front of me. I watched him interestingly. My eyes then travelled onto his own. He had dark circles around them. I bit my lip.
"Beomgyu?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry.. But did I keep you up all night?"
He looked at me shortly and then back to the food. "No. Why?"
"I hope you don't mind me pointing out but.." I pointed. "Those circles around your eyes.."
"Ah!" He laughed. "I don't sleep."
"Eh?"
"I have insomnia. I barely get myself to drift off."
"Oh, I'm so sorry about that."
"It's alright. I've been restless for months now."
"Are you into treatments though?"
"Yes, but my case is actually worse. It's fatal familial insomnia. It all started when I couldn't sleep for one night until I couldn't do it at all."
"I'm sorry, Beomgyu. I shouldn't have asked."
He waved a hand at me. "You apologize too much."
"It's uh.. My nature.." I scratched my head.
He just nodded and went to put the vegetables into a homemade soup. "You're quite fascinating, I should tell you."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh."
"By the way. Which apartment building is this?"
"MyeongDang Towers. Is it far from yours?"
My eyes widened. "No! Not at all."
"That's a relief then. Where do you live? I'll hire a cab to take you there."
"I live here.. Not in your apartment! I mean, you know. In this very building."
"I see. Well, you're on the 17th floor, Y/N."
"My apartment's just on the same floor as yours, Beomgyu."
He turned to me with wide eyes. I cackled in disbelief. Beomgyu left the soup for a while and sat before me. He leaned forward with his arms rested on the counter.
"What a coincidence. May I know your door number?"
"34."
"Are you kidding me?!"
"W-what? No."
"You're literally in door number 35!"
I gasped. "Oh my God, really?!"
"Yeah! Damn, how come I never get to see you around?"
I looked away. "I, uh.. Well, I'm not fond of going outside." I lied.
"Yet you fell asleep at the park?"
"First time. Yes." I nervously chuckled.
Beomgyu got up to check his recipe. I shifted awkwardly on my seat. Would it be weird if I tell him about my condition? After all, he shared his own. But.. I've never really confided about mine. How am I supposed to say it?
"It seems like it's going to take a few more minutes before the soup is ready." He brought his hands to his waist. "Would you still like to have it here or do I just bring it to your doorstep?"
I feigned a laugh. "I'd like to have it in my own apartment if you don't mind."
"Sure! No big deal. Let me just walk you to the door."
And so he did. He handed me my coat which was hung carefully onto one of the hooks as well as my purse. He opened the door for me and I bowed to him before stepping out.
"I'll see you later with the soup, Y/N."
"Thank you. Bye!"