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"Geez how can a cop be that hands- I mean so fancy. I didn't even find an ID with him. It has to be a criminal," you smiled patting yourself in praise but a few seconds later your pupils shortened in extreme shock, "A c-criminal?!" Your head averted to his side, his interesting face was tantalizing. Again, his identity was yet undiscovered. A shiver chilled down, your spine as you continued pondering his possibilities in your head.

"Is he a - wait, he seems a lot familiar. Oh, isn't he the one who broke into my house that day? Damn he took three whole packs of my favourite ramen! Argh, what am I supposed to do? Should I call the cops? No, no Y/N, how can you be so heartless, that's ridiculous!"

Your inner angel was saying, "Look at him. He looks so peaceful when sleeping. And he even helped you with money, remember?"

Nonetheless, the devil kicked her out. "What is this stupid angel even blabbering about? Y/N, listen to me. You gotta kick him out right now. You can't trust him afterall its a criminal blood lineage!"

"Shut up. What do you even mean by blood lineage? You don't even know what family he came from. Besides what is the proof of him being a criminal? He might have been in a worse match for sneaking the ramen that day!"

"Oh so you mean to say taht acquiring a revolver is of good reviews nowadays? How can you even prove that he's not one?"

"Shut up you two!" you bursted, slinging your arms aggressively in the air. "I've decided what to do. If his health gets any better till dawn, I'll kick him out then and there. And also warn him of calling the police next time I see him any close to my place. I guess that will do?" A confused puff oozed out of your muzzle.

Collecting the stained cup and chopsticks, you headed for the kitchen sink. The utensils clanked together when a thought ceased in your brain. "Isn't he hungry?" you mumbled while having a glance at the sleeping soul in the drawing area.

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You arrived at the foreroom with a bowl of chicken stew in your arms. Placing it on the coffee table, you observed the man. He switched positions and was now sleeping straight, also his mouth was partially open.

You extended your hand to wake him, "Mister" but paused prior to the contact with his clothes. Your palm was taken back and you thought, "I shouldn't move him. Then how do I - What if I try to feed him as he is? I've seen in the movies, the ones who are in comas they are fed that way. There's nothing wrong in giving it a tryry anyways."

You made a perfection out of yourself to sit properly, ready to cater for the baby bear on the chaise lounge. A spoonful of flavoured warm liquid rolled down onto his tastebuds. You waited holding the artifact, your eyes never emptied his sight.

Gradually you noticed a light movement in his cheeks and neck muscles. One bright smile of victory lit up your face. You went on pouring the soup, little by little, waiting for him to consume, until the bottom of the bowl shone bare.

The hour hand met quarter to twelve. You finally returned after finishing your hands at dish washing. Feeling his skin, you noted that his temperature cooled really well. He would actually be able to run in the coming morning.

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Trampling down the staircases, you advanced to the boy, parts of a blanket and pillow sprang out of your hands. You tossed the pillow on your seat and spread the blanket over him. "Done! Now I can keep an eye on you peacefully."

You plopped down your butt on the squishy sofa. Your chin rested on your palm as you contemplated him snore. Although you struggled to stay up, the low light forced you to fall asleep. Silence filled the room. Only the ticking of clockhands proved to be in tune.

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Fresh morning sunrays arrived through the curtains onto the face of a sleeping beauty. His eyes slowly fluttered open. He saw himself lying on the divan with a blanket wrapped around his body like a rattle snake because of the scars of falling sunlight. "Why am I sleeping on a couch?"

His head lifted up from the a cushion as he stretched his arms and body, cracking the knuckles for recharging his seldom lazy bones.

All of a sudden, his visions fell upon a girl in the other settee, cuddling against a pillow. He recoiled in prostration while observing the surrounding, "Wait, this isn't my house. What the hell am I doing at her place!?"

Questions made his brain restricted to any ready solutions and the last thing that he remembered was captivating a girl at his gun pointer who unfortunate turned out to be you.

His eyes shut in terrible frustration as a heavy blow escaped his lips. "This is so embarrassing. She must have identified me till now." He shook his head in disbelief. "But why hasn't she called the police forces yet? Did she decide to get me arrested in the morning itself? Or can I be that lucky that her stupid brain failed to recognise me by any chance?"

He eyed you suspiciously, although his seriousness vanished in the next moment. He brought his feet down on the floor to slip his toes into the shoes fibres.

"I must leave now, anyways. Who's gonna wait for her to wake up and sue me though?"

Turning on his heels, he braced himself to move. However, something prevented him from the operation of his plan. He felt his body for some missing object. "Where's - where's my gun?" He choked or sensing a shine glaring out of a purse on the table.

"Oh so she hid this here," he fished the gun and safely filled in back inside his belt. "Don't worry, I won't leave without thanking you, sweety. I'm not as irresponsible as you."

Looking out here and there, he spotted a pen stand on top of a cabinet. His fingers grabbed a marker pen.

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Minutes later, a chuckle tensed his edges when he placed back the writing element in the previous spot. The door unclasped and his body casted a shadow against the brightness outside, followed by the gliding back of the wooden egress.

Sleepiness slightly parted its ways from you. You squirmed straight up on your backbone. A yawn escaped your mouth sheepishly.

Chirping of birds and clinking of bicycle bells could be heard. They notified of the late hours of early morning. The ticking organ on the wall informed you of the current time. "Eight o'clock hmm..."

On averting to your side, you gaped at the deserted couch. The blanket was crimped up at one end of it whereas the cushions seemed to have a taekwondo tournament last night. "What the - where did he go? Did he leave already?" You ceased your voice and straightened your pinnas like a rabbit for testing the presence of any other personality in the house. But there was not a sign of it from the farthest point of the corridors.

"Whatever, good thing that he left. I don't need to bother about getting rid of him atleast. Let me have a look on granny."

You hastily sneaked into your grandma's room. Finding her yet asleep you resolved to take a shower first.

Your dear bedroom welcomed you as if asking in a soothing voice about your whereabouts last night. You playfully trotted to the dressing table while scratching your head and gasped, "Aaah! What the freak is this!"

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