You had begun to get used to this new person around your home. After all, you were both in that house 24/7, so there really was no point in being strangers. Today was no different. Bum was looking around the kitchen for something as you sat down on the staircase.

"What are you looking for?" You asked politely.

"Th-the kn-kn-knife" Bum stuttered and looked away from you. Despite your friendly advances, he was incredibly wary of you. Who wouldn't be? You were the apple of a serial killer's eye. He wasn't sure what you would tell Sangwoo, or how Sangwoo would react to him being nice to you. So he kept it incredibly casual.

"Oh, I sharpened it this morning. I'll get it for you!" And so you flew down the stairs and raced to the drawer that you had left the knife in.

The morning? Bum thought. I was up here at five in the morning while Sangwoo took care of the body. Was she up even earlier? Where was she? Glancing up at you, your attire shocked Bum. You were wearing footed pajamas. THIS is what Sangwoo likes?! Bum was confused. But when he's out and about, he only picks popular, stylish women.

BANG. He was shaken from his thoughts to see you had slipped and fallen on the ground in the kitchen.

"Ouch. I didn't like that."

"O-oh, do you want some ice?" Bum ventured. It would certainly be in his best interest to take care of you while Sangwoo was out.

"No, no, I don't like ice." You slowly stood, rubbing your knee. You grabbed the knife and gently handed it to Bum. "Here's the knife. Sangwoo said it was dull, so I sharpened it. If you ever need to sharpen it," you plodded over towards Bum and bent down towards the lower cabinets.

This is my chance, Bum mused. I could take her hostage right now and Sangwoo would have to let me go. He shakily held the knife above you, contemplating bringing it down, deep into your spine, paralyzing you, rendering you helpless. The scene flashed before his eyes. However, when you stood back up and he snapped out of his hallucination and placed the knife back down.

"The sharpener is right here! Feel free to use it." You smiled at him as you both heard a familiar song being sung outside the door.

"Sang is home! Sang is home!" You cheered and went to the door to greet him. He looked at you, then Bum, then you again. A dark look came over his face.

"We don't wear pajamas all day, do we Gi-ae?" You looked down, admonished.

"No Sangwoo." You rubbed one foot around the floor.

"Then why are you still in them? And in front of our guest too?" He questioned. Bum began sweating. This looked bad. Perhaps he had misjudged their relationship and Gi-ae got hurt just as badly as he did when she made a mistake.

"You forgot to pick out my clothes this morning! So I figured you just wanted me to relax after last night. She was heavy, you know! I'm not big and strong like you!"

His darkness dissipated quickly and a small smile graced Sangwoo's face. "Ahh, I did forget, didn't I? You know you're old enough to pick out your own clothes, right?"

"But I like it when you do!"

Sangwoo chuckled and finally gave into your desires, lifting you up into a hug. He walked over towards Bum to see what he was up to.

"Oh, oh! Sang!" You bounced in his arms.

"You can just tell me, Gi-ae, I'm right here."

"I fell right there today." You pointed to the spot of the incident. Sangwoo got a worried look on his face. "I slipped and Bum asked if I wanted ice and I said no because I don't like ice. I got him the knife I sharpened last night. He didn't know where it was."

"That's another reason we don't wear pajamas all day. I'll check your injuries after I talk to Bum. Bum?"

"Y-yes Sangwoo?" Bum answered shakily.

"How is dinner coming?"

"I am chopping the v-vegetables for the stew."

"Did you ask Gi-ae if she wanted stew?"

"N-no..."

"Stew's fine for me!" You chimed in, as you rubbed Sangwoo's ear between your fingers and flopped lazily over his broad shoulder.

"Did you like her outfit today?"

"It's f-fine." Bum didn't really care what you wore, although it was a bit shocking to see at first.

"Just fine?"

"C-cute?" Sangwoo was imposing over Bum, making him much more nervous than he was before.

"Tell her what you think of her outfit."

"I-I think your pajamas are cute." You blushed and nuzzled Sangwoo.

"What do you say when someone compliments you, Gi-ae?"

"Thank you Bum. Your outfit is cute too!" You giggled, causing Sangwoo to chortle as well. After having so little human interaction, your social norms were a bit rusty. But I suppose Bum could be considered... cute. Sangwoo thought to himself.

"Alright Gi-aedear, time to play doctor! Bum, keep making the stew. I'm starving. Don't fuck it up."