I always believed that eavesdropping is immoral and a selfish act. Like whenever I heard my parents fighting in the other room when I was 6,  I would cover my ears with headphones that are too big for me. I didn't want to know what they were arguing about; but sometimes I was too slow to look for anything to cover my ears and I'd accidentally hear them. I try to forget the words but they were too powerful, especially when I was their subject matter. Me, their unlucky daughter.

I never thought I'd actually be doing it right now, and on purpose.

I woke up because of the loud voices around me. But I kept my eyes closed because it was too interesting to let pass. I struggled not to move even if my leg itched.

"Something's wrong with her, hyung, I've been catching her sleeping in weird places." A smooth voice started.

"Like on her first day here?" My stepbrother asked. "It's been three days, right?" I could almost imagine Seokjin scratching his head and lips pursed. It's been three days since I moved here, what is this about?

"Yes. Sometimes I see her sleeping in front of the fridge. Yesterday she was just outside my room, knocking. It's scary." I remember this voice. I think it must be Jungkook. If I wasn't pretending to be asleep, I would have giggled at his confession. He didn't seem like the kind of person to get scared easily. Yet here he was, getting worried about someone who sleeps by the fridge and, on one occasion, knocked on his door.

I must have been sleepwalking again. It explains why sometimes I wake up with a sore body. I thought I outgrew that after I turned 17?

"And it's tiring to carry her when she does that. She's heavy." A third voice whined. I don't think I've heard him before. He sounded a little feminine but for sure the voice is from a boy. I can't help but furrow my eyebrows.

So that explains why I never noticed that my somnambulism came back. It's because they always carry me back to my bed. I smiled a bit, curling my lips ever so slightly, not to be detected. It's so thoughtful of them to replace me back to the soft mattress. And wait, I don't weigh that much, how can I be heavy? I recently lost a couple of kilos.

"Maybe she's just trying to scare us away." Another deep, silky voice that I'm not familiar with spoke up. Oh come on, how do they think of these things? Their ideas are epic.

I waited for Seokjin to reply to them, maybe speak up for me, but he took too long.

"I'm not doing it on purpose," I mumbled, hoping they would hear. I guess they did because the room fell silent. A few seconds passed and I could still feel eyes boring through me so I moved and laid on my stomach then pulled the covers up my head. Please leave.

The dead silence extended a little more before they finally scrambled out of the room.

Oh wait, did I just ironically proved them right?

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Namjoon's POV

Seokjin paced back and forth in the living room, constantly blocking my view of My Hero Academia. "Hyung, is there a reason why you won't let me enjoy my anime show?" I turned off the television.

I moved aside when Seokjin scooted beside me in the couch. He was biting his nails and scratching his head. He resembled the movements of a primate.

"Namjoon, what causes sleepwalking?" He finally stopped his nail-biting and looked up at me expectantly.

"Who's asking?" I leaned closer. My interest now shifted from watching my show to this matter that Seokjin is so concerned about.

"I am, dummy. I think my stepsister does it. I thought she just likes to get up at night and then falls asleep somewhere because she's too tired to get back to bed. But Kookie said she was knocking on his door last night. Is it normal?" He spoke hurriedly. I could tell he was already getting stressed out by it, and his day just started.

So Rachel's been sleepwalking. I never saw except for that first night because I sleep early, and I'm a heavy sleeper. I tried to remember what I have read about the issue but my brain goes back to Quirks, villains, heroes, and Eri. Apart from that, it's too early to exercise my brain.

"Don't worry, hyung. I'll try to look it up. Anyway, don't you have work to go to?" I reminded him of his work schedule. He was getting late.

Seokjin checked his watch and quickly took his suitcase and coat, then ran out the house without even bidding good bye. He had a lot on his mind and another one added, it being his stepsister's condition. Everything distracted him.

×××

Lunch was fast approaching when Rachel went down to the kitchen. I tried my best to ask her about it without sounding nosy but she did not answer me, she kept on munching on salad and threw the topic off.

"Ah, so you've heard of the news," she said after I asked her how it started.

"Just tell me why you have somnambulism," I insisted. I read in a book that it's the technical term for sleepwalking. Using the term made me sound in control and intelligent. I feel proud about it.

She shrugged her shoulders and answered, "It's because of stress?" It came out more of a question the way she said it. She didn't sound sure.

"I already know that." I replied in a deadpan tone.

"It's the truth." She put jam on a slice of  bread, made a sandwich, and went to the living room to watch some K-drama.

I stared at her for a few seconds to look for signs of stress. Her skin was pale, true, but she was glowing like a flower. How can it be stress that caused her sleepwalking? She turned her head and looked at me. Her eyebrows met in confusion of why I was studying her. I realized that her eyes were dull, her lips were chapped, the dark circles under her eyes revealed that she wasn't taking care of herself.

She cleared her throat and I snapped away from scrutinizing her.

"Need something?" She asked. I shook my head and went upstairs to get ready for my part-time job. She stayed there watching all day.

×××

I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep. I stared at the ceiling and thought of how I could have a conversation with Rachel tomorrow; how I can help Jin understand his stepsister. It didn't help make me sleepy, maybe it's the fact that I kept thinking, or that my mind is on her. Either one is true.

I find Rachel quite attractive physically, I can't deny that, I admire her small lips and plump cheeks. I have always been like this with other females – I'd develop a small crush on them at first but when our friendship blooms, I find myself seeing them as merely friends – the cycle is normal for me, it wasn't anything new.

Still, I'd like to get to know Rachel more. Why she moved to Korea, or why she sleepwalked. The first one I was more fascinated in; with the fact that her mother and Jin's father already divorced.

Could it be that she wanted a part of inheritance? No, no. She doesn't seem like someone who loves money. She doesn't have a single expensive stuff with her.

At 2 AM, I still couldn't fall back to sleep. I felt some strange need to go downstairs. 

Interestingly, I had a hunch of wearing a shirt and sweatpants before leaving my room. I usually sleep with only my boxers on. I skipped down the stairs quietly so as not to wake anyone.

Upon reaching the living room,  I saw a female figure nestled in the couch. I panicked as I saw the stranger inside the house. I shook my head if I was dreaming. A stranger! Stranger danger!

But then I remembered that there really is a female living in this house. A wave of relief washed down my disoriented mind. This is why sleep is very important.

As I walked closer, I saw that she was writing on a notebook. "Up early?" I asked. My voice still husky from sleepiness.

She jumped and looked up with wide eyes. Recognizing that it was just me, she shook her head in response. "No, I couldn't sleep. The sleeping pills didn't do its one job."

I cautiously sat beside her, within a meter distance, and flicked the TV on.

"Want to drink tea?" I offered, since tea always helped me sleep. She looked up from her notebook and smiled.

Only then that I noticed her bangs, it wasn't there before. She also had dimples that match mine. Her eyes had a different shade of brown – they were too dark that they almost look black. Her lashes were long and thick.

"Umm, that was a 'yes' if you didn't get it," she snapped me back to reality. I stared at her as if not getting what she was saying but I just wanted to stay a little longer. She stood up, cutting the eye contact with me.

"I'll go shower first. Please make a good tea," she smiled again before going to the common bathroom.

I dragged my feet to the kitchen and put the kettle on the stove to boil water. I sat and rested my chin at the countertop while waiting, my eyes were already drooping and I slipping back to the dreamworld.

Then I heard a voice.

"I see trees of green, red roses too," her voice wasn't anything special. But it sounded sweet and I liked hearing her sing. I could listen to it every night.

"I see them bloom, for me and..." she suddenly stopped mid-sentence. My ears were eagerly waiting for her to continue the song but it never came. There was a long silence before the bathroom door clicks.

I looked impatiently at the kettle. It took plenty of time boiling the water in it. Sleep was already lingering in my eyes and I found myself slowly closing my eyes.

5 minutes, I thought, just 5 minutes. Then I let sleep take over me.

When I woke up, the kettle was already gone and a warm cup of chamomile tea sat in front of me. I looked around and in the living room but found no one there. I tiptoed upstairs where the rooms are, leaving behind the tea prepared for me, and found a slight crack on Rachel's door.

"Rachel," I called out before knocking. As soon as my knuckles touched the door, it creaked open. She left it open, so I assumed that she was still awake. I pushed it slightly and peaked.

She had her back on the door and currently lifting her shirt up. I gulped, Namjoon look away, close the door!

But my body wouldn't move. I was stuck.

I tried to look away but my eyes kept focusing on her undressing. Damn these hormones.

She pulled her shirt overhead and her bare back faced me. Her bra was a butterfly-shaped lace. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I burned. I slapped myself lightly to tear myself from the trance of watching her get changed, and started backing away when I saw something else. I kept staring, trying to figure out the shapes, my eyes staring first at her shoulders and then going down.

It wasn't her butterfly-lace bra straps that kept my eyes glued to her now. No, it didn't matter. It was the small red figures permanently drawn on each of her shoulder blades.