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She barged out of her room, hair all unkempt and her dark dress shirt wrinkled.
“Did you eat ramyeon again?”
Ah. Her housemate. Who else would wash the dishes at 3 in the morning?
“Yes. Annyeonghaseyo,” she nodded, brows furrowing at the sight of the tall, broad-shouldered man across the room.
If she were to be a bit more honest with herself, he was truly glorious to look at: his silhouette—God, he’s massive—moving against the dim of the kitchen—except she actually had other things to look for at the moment.
“Next time I hope you could at least dispose your unfinished meal properly instead of leaving them on the table.” He turned to her, eyes stern as he peeled the gloves off his hands and shoved them inside his apron’s pocket.
“Oh that.” She paused. Must’ve been when she was suddenly called in for a case late last night. She was thinking of explaining but decided otherwise. It wouldn't really matter now, would it?
“I’ll take note next time. Sorry,” she just replied, curtly, before returning to her business.
She was craning her neck around restlessly and somehow, he noticed. Who wouldn’t, he thought, when all he’d been hearing were low curses and heels pacing around the living room? It was frankly distracting, what with his lack of sleep after back-to-back surgeries, and the sight of her slender neck as she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration—OH GOD NO.
He really needed to go to bed now.
“Why? Need something?” He finally asked. Just so he could maybe put an end to this.
“Yeah. My keys.”
His hand immediately stopped wiping the dining table as he threw her a startled look.
“Your k-kiss?”
“Yeah,” she muttered, fingers once again combing through her damp hair before gathering them in a sloppy ponytail. “I really need to go now, and I need my keys first. I don’t remember where I left them.”
He gulped.
“Ahh,” he slowly nodded with what he thought was the most nonchalance he could feign. “Keys," he muttered. Of course, she was talking about her keys.
“It’s on the coffee table. I put it there.”
“Alright. Thank you.”
“Yeah.”
And then she left. Now he could sleep.