She glanced at him as if he was not okay in the head when he mentioned the laundry, staring at him when he obviously didn’t have anything on him. Her lips curled slightly in a smirk that she couldn’t hide. Why was he lying in the first place? But then again, Eri couldn’t really be sure he was lying. “Haha. Drying, I see.” However, her voice was clearly ironic, an eyebrow cocking when she spoke.
He was kinda good looking, giving him a better look, and had a pleasant voice - too bad Eri wasn’t friendly OR social at all. Not that she minded other people’s company, but no matter what, she would always end up sounding harsh, mean, and sarcastic, and pretty much always empty. Not interested. But he was amusing her, since she heard what he said, so why don’t continue for a bit?
“I’ve been living here for three years now.” She recalls, finding out that she already forgot his name. Even if she didn’t care much about things like that, Eri still didn’t like how easily she forgot things. Turning slightly to look at him, she tilted her head. “I moved in with my cat. Maybe you’ve seen him. He’s very fat.” A genuine hint of a smile thinking about Sugo-kun. And the smile widened, directed at him, but it wasn’t genuine anymore. Not at all. “Sorry, what was your name? Sounded korean.” A pause. “Were you speaking korean before?” Oh, she knew.
Yeah, she was definitely onto him.
The blonde grinned as he listened to her speak about her cat, his index finger mindlessly fidgeting with a small lint-ball just inside his pocket. He hadn’t had pets growing up, and always found himself jealous of his friends that did. No, I’ve definitely not seen him, although I’d like to meet him, he thought to himself. Only after the notion had crossed his mind did he realize he ought to be thankful he hadn’t said it aloud. She might think him creepy when, in fact, he simply quite treasured his rare experiences with animals.
“Korean, yes. You know it?” The rappers ears immediately perked up, and he shifted his gaze toward Eri again. Did she understand his conversation, after all? How fucking embarrassing for him, if so. His brown eyes searched her features over for any sign of affirmation. As if he wasn’t in enough shit, lying about the laundry and such. “Ah, Jae-jun, by the way. Jae-jun Pyeong.” He finally answered her initial question with a slight bow of his head. No, he didn’t expect her to recognize it. A weird feeling, but one he treasured. No obnoxious questions, photos, requests.. He could be as comfortable as he liked. Those kinds of interactions had a special place in his heart.
The stillness of the air between them was interrupted by the mechanical sounds of the elevator finally coming to a stop. As the doors opened, Jae-jun peeled his eyes from the freckled girl. Shit.. Which way was the laundry facility, anyway? Acting quickly, he offered her a faux-confident smile. “Oh,” he paused, gesturing for her to exit into the hallway before him, “ladies first.”
