"She called out today?" asked Minho surprised as he stared at the exasperated barista in front of her. "Do you know why?"

"Nope, I'm not her boss..."

Minho smirked, nodding his head as he moved to take his leave from the coffee place. He had been planning to check on her during his morning break like always, but she wasn't there. It was odd to him that Bonita would call out and especially even odder that she wouldn't tell him. If anything, this caused him to be concerned that something had happened to her during the storm the other night. Digging out his cell phone, he dialed her number as he walked off in the direction of her apartment.

- - -

After eating the eggs she had prepared for breakfast and calling out of work so she could try and help Bang Chan like she promised, Bonita went into the living room to look at her unplugged DVD player. Bang Chan sat on the couch behind her as she tried to plug it in to see if it was well and truly fried — and of course — it was. She knew it would be after seeing the smoke come out of it the night before, but she had to check.

"So, you're saying my life is a television show?" asked Bang Chan.

"Yes," said Bonita. "I was watching your show and had left it on pause last night before I passed out. The storm fried my DVD player during that time."

'Could it be possible the storm had something to do with popping him out of the show and into my apartment?' thought Bonita.

Her cell phone rang to break her out of her thoughts then. As she picked it up from where it sat on the television stand, she saw it was Minho calling her.

"Hey, why aren't you at work? Are you okay?"

"I umm...I'm okay."

"Um okay? Not just okay?" asked Minho. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"Bonita, I know you..."

"Look, you're being paranoid. I appreciate the concern, but I'm really fine," said Bonita as she turned to look at Bang Chan sitting on her couch.

"Well...I'll find out for myself in a matter of minutes. I'm almost at your apartment."

Bonita paled. She knew she could trust Minho, but at the same time, she didn't want him to find out about Bang Chan yet, especially when she was still trying to make sense of the situation for herself.

"You're almost here?"

"Yep. Right at the stairs actually."

It was then that Bonita could hear footsteps up the metal staircase outside, causing her panic level to soar through the roof. Putting her phone back down on the television stand and getting up, she grabbed Bang Chan by the arm to tug him quickly to his feet as she made her way towards the laundry room.

"Stay in here," she begged as she moved to shut the door. "I just have to get rid of my friend first...okay?"

"Get rid of him?"

"Yes," said Bonita, not able to explain more as a knock suddenly came at her front door.

She shut the door on Bang Chan, moving to open the door to see Minho standing there with the phone still to his ear.

'Crap I didn't hang up.'

"I um...hi...Oh!"

Minho entered her apartment without waiting to be let in, casting his gaze about the place.

"Who are you trying to hide from me?" asked Minho. "I could hear you talking to someone."

"I um..."

Minho turned to face Bonita as she shut the door to her apartment, her face flushed from having to keep up this charade with her best friend. Minho misinterpreted the blush thoughts he hung up his phone and put it in his pocket.

"If you got a boyfriend Bonita, I'm happy for you," said Minho, "but you can tell me."

"It's not like that."

"Then what is it?" he asked. "Seriously, you're making me worried."

Hearing Bonita and Minho talking got Bang Chan intrigued. He walked closer to the laundry room door, trying to silently open it to peek out through a crack. However, due to the pitch-black nature of the laundry room, he misjudged where the door knob was and banged his hand into the door. He bit his lip to keep in the yelp of pain, caressing his hand as Minho turned his head towards the laundry room.

"What was that?" asked Minho.

"A mouse. I have a pest problem," said Bonita, which in a way, wasn't technically a full lie.

Minho didn't believe her, walking across the living room and towards the laundry room door. Bang Chan could hear someone approaching and tried to back up further as if that would keep him out of view.

"Minho, stop!" said Bonita in slight panic, reaching out a hand to grab him by the shoulder and stop him short of opening the door.

Minho turned to lock his eyes with her as Bonita dropped her hand away.

"Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?" she asked. "I appreciate the concern, but I'm seriously fine."

"Bonita, I trust you, but I'm not a fool, okay? I heard you on the phone just now," said Minho as he pointed at the phone on the television stand. "I heard you tell someone you had to get rid of me first.Who is this someone? Can't you trust me?"

Bonita hated the kicked puppy dog look in Minho's eyes as she hefted a sigh. She rubbed the back of her neck as she looked him for a moment more. She supposed it was inevitable that her best friend would find out eventually and figured two minds trying to work out the current situation would be better than one.

"I do trust you. I just don't think you'll believe me."

"Believe you?" asked Minho as Bonita nodded.

"Remember 'Bubble'?"

"That's a stupid question, Bonita..."

"Well, it's just I...I sort of had an up close and personal experience with it last night."

She let out a surprised 'oh' as Minho placed the back of one of his hands to her forehead.

"Are you sick? You sound like you're sick."

She chuckled, reaching up to grab his hand and remove it from her forehead.

"I'm not sick. I think I just need to show you," she said.

Moving to open the laundry room door, Bonita reached out a hand to flick on the laundry room light. Minho watched as the interior was lit up, his eyes widening when he made eye contact with the man standing in front of him.

- - -

Sitting like a scolded child in front of his parents, Bang Chan sat on the couch once more as Minho and Bonita stood in front of him debating.

"Bonita, you need to call the police! This man broke into your apartment during a storm and is claiming to be some fictional character off a television show..."

"But I really do think it is him as crazy as it seems."

"You are telling me you think a fried DVD player can eject a fictional character from their show and into your apartment? Are you even listening to yourself?"

Bang Chan could see a frown work its way onto Bonita's face, deciding to raise his hand to try and interject. Minho turned to look at him and his raised hand.

"Do you have something to say for yourself?" asked Minho.

"I understand why you have a hard time believing it. I'm still having a hard time believing it myself, but it's true."

Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes. He had to admit the man had a striking resemblance to the main character in the show, but he couldn't help but to believe this was some stranger with nefarious motives. He was even more alarmed since Bonita seemed to whole-heartedly trust him already.

"Bonita, are you actually going to let this man stay?" Minho asked as he looked back at her.

"I...well...yes."

"Aishhh..."

"Well, I'm not going to turn him into the police," said Bonita. "Use your brain, Minho."

"Me use my brain?"

"...Yes, look. There is only one way into my apartment, so unless this man is Spider-Man, he didn't break in. Therefore, even if what he says sounds absolutely crazy, it has to be true."

"It is crazy..."

"You said you trusted me so why can't you trust me with this?"

Minho sighed, turning to look from her to the man seated on her couch again.

"Fine I will, but on one condition."

"What's that?"

"Since you refuse to throw this stranger out, I want to stay over too until this issue is resolved."

"Like a chaperone?"

Minho nodded.

"That way I can know you will be safe," he said. "So, do we have a deal?"