The way back home to his house wasn't always this thrilling at all. My own shadow was haunting me across the road to the house, while my brain secreted a better baptize to speak in front of him

The flare and flame of sumptuous luxury house of his was being a light house in the quarter, causing me to find it easily in the dark. Slowly and quietly, my car sauntered inside the compound across the fence over the iron gate. My brain didn't access the moments of parking in the garage. Only when I gathered my instincts back to my soul, my body was already inside the house, toes curling and cooling against the island floor, couldn't remain calm

" Hey, what're you doing there? "
I hissed in fear for the sudden interruption of throaty male voice came from the left kitchen

Y/n: Ah, nothing
I never knew I could be more timid and coward than before, but actually I could make it happen at all. Passing over him with harsh chaotic steps, I headed to upstairs bedroom. At least, before I talked to him, I considered to calm myself down. I couldn't let him see me being trembling and vulnerable in a breath of his nostrils, and about to hysterically stumble down, including passing out in front of him

Y/n: What the heck is wrong with you, Oh Y/n? I can't live with you, hewwww
Self reprimands automatically slipped out of me under embarrassment, for the way I avoided him just a couple of minutes ago

Just to embrace the truth I had discovered, I needed to pour my feelings out to him all, and here me, pressing my body against the door frame of bedroom hugging the uneven wood instead of the truth, lips trembling, eyes dilating to the grey ceiling in a heated pace and legs bring jelly above the ivory floor. Never had I thought I would be this kind of flake and that's itching my pride beyond resistance

After a long 30 minutes of considering a decision, I'd finally made up my mind. That's it. There's a crack of the wardrobe upon my pull, revealing the white bathrobe, my severe shirts and underwear together his blazer, tux, ties and his memory-sticks in a transparent plastic thick bag probably from his work, nevermind. Everything reminded me of him as long as I lived there since that's his territory and his kingdom. Like that, I got across the bathroom door, not the bedroom door. Still timid to start the conversation first so why not wait him there in the bedroom till he emigrated, I thought

* There's no way of me going straight to him and start the conversation. He'd think I'm a weirdo. When did I even talk properly to him? No way *
Pressing a palm over my heart, I steadied myself to regulate my breaths in a milder speed, while devouring the steam and cool water over my skin layers with a pair of closed eyes to restart my all functions of living nonchalantly like I always was, like Oh Y/n

Nothing made senses at all. Just couldn't cope with anything around me, feeling the exhilaration and thrillers threading my heart to stop beating right away, just in the thought of admitting a matter of fact of speaking with him. I didn't even realize my skins sponging in the shower of exceeded water, till it came to hear a knock on the door

* What is that? *
Peeking outside the bathroom with a grip of bathrobe in my fists, I wandered who belonged to the knocks on my door. But in actual situation, the knock came from outside the bedroom and relieving upon the kindness of the situation, I quickly reached to the wardrobe again, to pull out some random clothing to cover my almost naked drenched skin. Sharing the room really obstructed the privacy a lot

Y/n: Come in
At the other side of the door, the tall avoided man was standing with his arms across his chest, revealed the bloody fair snowy skin under his collarbones with unbuttoned torso area. He had some mental problems with unbuttoning his shirt not noticing how it bothered people around him. I couldn't figure out if he's doing so to bother people, or me

Y/n: Umm, why? There's something you wanna say?
I realized I wouldn't be stopping the self embarrassing actions. In fact, I was the one aiming when to shoot my words to him and I asked him if he had something to tell me. There's no one dumber than me on this earth, alive

* Oh Y/nnnnnnn, can you be more formal? God dammit *
Fidgeting with my digits in a rapid nervousness, I looked for a better starter of a conversation with him which would lead me to my revelation. But I couldn't make it count. I was there numb and froze in front of him hair dripping wet drenching the floor under my feet

* GOD DAMMIT, Y/NNNNNNN, CAN YOU BE MORE CASUAL? WHY AM I SOOOOO STUPID? SAY SOMETHING. SAY SOMETHING. AT LEAST, SOMETHING *
Spurring myself to form a word, I exerted to open my sealed mouth and to make a word. But the way my mouth hesitating for a relevant word was telling me to just get rid of the conversation. I really hated being indecisive and that's what I was being, indecisive

Y/n: Hmm
With the gasp escaped out of my throat, I finally turned around to avoid him. In those millions of words to start a conversation, I chose hmm. If there's someone dumber than me, that's also me. The mirror before me expressed the young modest lady frequently sighing under her breaths staring at her figure in the reflection of that mirror. Hesitation was clearly grazing upon her nervousness and she got turned down as the seconds passed by. Well, untill the man at the corner of the mirror's reflection approached her with light steps leaning down from above, and each making eyes contact in the mirror as a medium between them

It took us for a long spasm 3 minutes to cut off our eye fight. Like always, I was hysterical for a better excuse to avoid him but he didn't seem to grant it at all

Chanyeol: Hey, how was the inspection?
His voice was braced with softness and dulcea running in a rhymed breath

Y/n: Yeah, it was, it was great
With my unusual answer, he nodded hinting my gloomy expression and mounted upon the bed succumbing to keep talking with me. But before he closed his eyes, I scooted beside the bed as courageous as I could be and called him out

Y/n: Chanyeol
It hurt me more whenever he took no time to answer me back like the current situation

Chanyeol: Yeah. Why?
My respiratory system was in a harsh and hectic pace under the gaze he engulfed me in. In the thick atmosphere, my lips withed with thriller and my tongue automatically shoved out to sooth the brims of my mouth

* So now what? What what! So what am I gonna say? What should I say? Oh my God! I have nothing to say *
My situation was in a jam. Nothing literally nothing came out of me exception of slight gasps and huffs. He was staring at me with all ears and eyes like always with anticipation over his expression

Y/n: I-I, aren't you going to eat dinner?
Phew, I just avoided it again. I didn't even remember what my name was and who my parents were by that time. My brain worked so hard with only its daily grind and standing like a culprit in front of his inspecting eyes was too much to handle

Chanyeol: Yeah, I thought there's something you wanna tell me. So, there's nothing?
He didn't need to trap me in more narrower lane but there he was impeccably encouraging me to speak out. One of the chief symptom of me getting nervous was that my knees were shaking and jerking on their own and sooner or later I might fall backward

Y/n: No, nothing
LIE. Well, some dork like him might not even realize the frank key in my tone. He had no hint at all. He didn't have to be that dumb

Y/n: You should be downstairs for dinner
Under the frustration, I obnoxiously kicked him out of the room in a gracious way not audaciously, quite trapped in my own trance of hesitation. And that fool just walked out of the room without complaining a word as if his lips were glued. At the crack of the door friction on the floor, a granted sigh gasped out of me in relief. How I wished he's the one who tried to confess but me

* He doesn't love me? Why isn't he confessing to me? Why am I the one who's trapped? I clearly heard him saying them. Them. The three words. I LOVE - *

Chanyeol: Y/n, don't take too long. Dinner's ready
I almost got attacked mentally at the sudden knock on the bedroom door. It was only two seconds without his presence in my head and again he came back to take his throne in my head again. How I wished he let go of me from his surreptitious torture

Y/n: I'm coming

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Chanyeol: I'm taking her now. No more order, mom
Inside chaotic crowd in the dinning room, Chanyeol shielded me with a warning from behind, when his mom and Miranda were coping with washing the plates we served for dinner. Amused by her son's overprotective behaviours, his mom daggered him a playful glare with a relieving wink

Yoonhae: Go on, go on. Go ahead to your bedroom, and quickly get down to the business
His mom's counterattack over his reprimand was much more confusing than I could reach out to. But seething that perplexity inside, I scrolled out of the kitchen taking off the gloves I just shoved. My gracious bows and courteous smile dissipated at the first step of the staircases, and the girl graced with nervousness returned back again

The bed was more comfortable and plushy than the previous days, and I just wanted to sink my whole crimson redden cheeks into it, so that he wouldn't witness me and my shyness. After a second, my brain informed me to step away further from his touch, if it's possible, not on one bed, or my respiratory system would be hacked and buffered. On one bed with him wasn't foreign for me but it's not today. Just not today

* Couch! I'm sleeping on c- *
I was cut off in my thoughts by the reality in front of me. The couch, wasn't there. The problem was since last month, when Miranda and a few workers walked in the room to emigrate the couch and exchange it with a new one with a reason that the couch was old and aunty wanted us to use a new one since we were freshly married. And it also was pending to meet a new couch in the bedroom by some sorts of problems which I had no idea. Also, for that couch, all Miranda reasoned were making 0 sense

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Y/n: Miranda, when will the new couch arrive?
With the fantasy romance book in my hand, I scooted inside the kitchen and wondered to Miranda. She looked pale and thinner before my eyes and her struggles to wash the dishes were as reluctant as ever shooting pit into my guts. I never had the chance to inspect if she was sick or just her natural appearance was how she was shown in my eyes. Since she was an european, that also made senses too

Miranda: Ma'am Yoonhae said that, the shop is lacked of products and, it'll be inported to the shop next week
With a understanding nod, I closed my book after I flipped the triangle peak area of the page inwardly in a ratio, so that I could find the cliffhanging part later when I opened that book again. After her reply, Miranda went back to her task again

Y/n: Ok, then, now. Lemme help you with these
Bringing the shirt sleeves upwards to my arms before I sinked my hands inside the basin, giving enough time for poor maid to scan my intentions of washing hands

Y/n: No, no, no, nope. Don't tryna stop me. I'm helping under any circumstances
Before she could even open up her mouth, my words were already revolving over her eardrums and my hands already working their own motions of washing

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Y/n: Miranda, why isn't couch in the bedroom? It'd been ten day since you informed that they'd arrive this week
She was in the garden weeding the grasses and weeds by her own hands and mud sticking on her sleeves like a real farmer. At my question, she got up from a heap on the ground and walked closer to my direction

Miranda: Ma'am Yoonhae said the shop is redecorating the accessories and tools inside the couch
This time, I got a little suspicious about the couch, but ever so slightly, to even notice the case was suspicious. So after a concern of a short period, I just accepted what she informed and went back to the path, way to outside of the house to lead my way to the work

~•~

Y/n: Miranda, where's-

Yoonhae: Unfortunately.... Honey, the couch wasn't certified by the country yet, and it was taken back by the government, till they complete a certification for the inported couch

Before I asked the Miranda who was shoving into her shoes at the entrance of the house, with a grey purse in between her chest and arm, when other hand was reclining upon the doorframe supporting her balance, aunty Yoonhae appeared into my sight and explained, almost blabbering, quick and bewildering. It seemed like a murderer case at the Friday night 7 pm series, basing upon the information aunty gave me. It was hella confusing, the certification, the inport, the government. I couldn't even get a word well. But I was just like " Awww " nodding like a gulliable child with no skepticism

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* When will that couch be in this room? But for now, someone is sleeping on the f l o o r, hmph *
My faced winced in fear staring the floor in a daze and automatically, my toe reached for the floor to test the temperature upon it. It wasn't that intimidating at all. The boiler insider the room and the fact that all windows were closed were my helpers. But there's another one problem

* Who's going to sleep there? *
I already knew I shouldn't be asking him to sleep on the floor, also my brain and my heard sang the same advice of me sleeping on the floor instead of him. There's no one sweeter than him towards me past days and at this case, I should at least lay a mercy upon him. I thought

Chanyeol: I know you like fantasizing, but I never noticed you being this navie
His remark was overwhelming me with sincerities endorsing the final choice of me laying on the floor, for the whole freaking night rather than the plushy sofa bed. How can I not succumb before him when he's staring at me with his rounded big innocent eyes and perked troll ears? That's not even a question

Y/n: Chanyeol, I'm sleeping on the floor
Finally, I had made myself proud and priggish, but not happy at all. As soon as I said that, my head craned to the opposite side of his view to avoid him witnessing me twisting and squirming my face's features in a feasibly ugly way. I didn't like the idea of sleeping on the floor a tad bit, but what could I do except that?

Chanyeol: Wait. What'd happened? Why?
Frightened, I could see him confused and desperate for an answer back from me. The fear and worrisome on his visage captured me from my next move, freezing me right there till he reached up to a closer distance to me on the bed

Y/n: No-nothing at all
He shouldn't expect me to answer every each of his questions, cause that just pushed me to the edge of the land under my feet like when I had nothing in return for those questions. And the proximity he stood across me was getting more intimidating from every past seconds

* Let me scoot away.......from your body........from your love.........cause too much good thing can overdose you sometime........like now....me....you *
Distancing myself from him wasn't a good idea by all means, judging upon the face he had become after my swift back up

Chanyeol: Don't distance me like that. Don't stay out of my reach

< END OF CHAPTER 26 >