And guess what that idea was?

I'm not telling you, you're gonna laugh at me. Give me some respect, bro.

So I went to the door, and checking that no one was around, I tried to pull it open. It didn't work, so I tried to push it open, and that again didn't work.

"Well, my idea sure failed," I mumbled, looking around to find the key to the door. I looked over my shoulders like a criminal, checking yet again that no one was around, and then I wondered who on earth cleaned such a huge place.

Focus, Mae, you need to find the keys.

I ventured throughout the house, looking for the keys, when I heard a ruffling sound in the hallway.

I stopped in my tracks, hearing the rustle again, and I gulped, since I knew that no one was around on the floor. I had seen V enter his room a couple of minutes ago, and so, there was no one supposed to roam around in a dark hallway where V had preferred keeping the lights off.

"Who is there?" I called, and then I heard a scream.

And that was enough to get me running at a speed of ninety kilometres per hour.

"There's a ghost in this house!" I screamed in horror, and I saw V coming out of his room... in a towel, wrapped around his torso.

That hot guy was shirtless, and I screamed again in horror, "There's a Vogue model in this house!"

"Will you shut up? Can't a guy have a shower in peace?" he barked at me, and then I scoffed.

"You can get sucked in by a shower, I don't care."

"...That didn't make any sense at all."

"Um, forget that I said that."

I stared at him, and he shamelessly smirked, letting out a little chuckle and saying, "Like what you see?"

"You ain't hotter than Zayn Malik," I judged, and the smirk fell from his face.

"You better respect me in my house," he said, frustrated, and I giggled.

"What's so funny?" he snapped, and I giggled even more.

"Oh em gee, you're jelly, aren't you?"

"N-No, why would I be?" he said, averting his gaze, trying to gather his nerves to not shout at me. At least that's what I deciphered.

"Because Zayn is hotter than you," I said, folding my arms, making a statement.

"Keep thinking that, idiot," he grumbled, walking back into his room, and then I heard another being shut.

And that's when I realized that I could search in his room for the keys. After all, he owned this place.

I tip-toed to his room, searching for the keys in his room. I checked under the bed, and under the pillows, and on his dressing table, but I found none, and the last option to resort to was his almirah.

I felt shameless trying to go through his almirah, but then again, when did I even have shame?

Oof.

I puled his almirah open, surprised at how it was unlocked, but who knew what went on in his mind?

I shuffled through his clothes hung in the small compartment, and finding a pair of keys sitting between his coats, I ran down the stairs, only to be disappointed that they weren't the ones I needed.

I went back to his room, and seeing that he wasn't out of the shower yet, I searched some more, finding my eyes gazing at the only drawer in his almirah.

I tried pull it out, applying all my energy, and I only knew how the keys belonged to the drawer when I had broken the handle of the poor drawer, and then tried my luck on the keys.

"There we are," once the drawer had been unlocked, I rubbed my hands like a literal robber, and opened it, only to find what I was NEVER looking for.

Folded piles of his underwear.

What the phuk, why does he have a lock for his underwear drawer?

I dig deeper into it, and then suddenly paused, having lifted one of his underwear to look under the piles, all because of a sudden sound coming from the washroom's door.

The washroom's door unlocked, and out came V, again wrapped in a towel, and then he stared at me, who had paused while holding his underwear, and he made a face that expressed his disgust.

*An EtErNiTy LaTeR*

"Are you an underwear sniffer?" he asked me after a moment of silence, and I vehemently shook my head.

"No, it isn't what it looks like!"

"I have seen the limits of weirdness, but you're on a new level."

I wanted to dab at the last few words, but I couldn't, because damn honey, the scene was awkward.

We stood in silence, until I realized that it wasn't the desirable situation to be in, so I tossed his underwear at his face and ran out.