TRANSLATIONS

La noche —— Late night

belleza —— Beauty

Eres ridículo —— You're ridiculous
Me voy ahora, nos vemos mañana —— I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow
Tú vives aquí —— You live here
Qué estás haciendo —— What are you doing

bienvenidas —— Welcome
lo siento —— Sorry
es tan jodidamente bueno —— It's so good
buenas noches —— Good night

Hoseok looked at his hands, then at the wine bottle, and then at Lucia. His eyes went to the necklace hanging around her neck, it was supposed to be her mother's friends', whose funeral he attended three years ago.

He was unsure that if Lucia actually killed her parents, or was scared and ran away, but she never came back, he wasn't even sure that if Lucia was the girl he's thinking she is or not.

Asking is too rude. He thought, watching her back as she walked around the bar, soon, she walked back to him, "Oi, let's go," She said, he glanced up at her.

"Aren't you too rude speaking lile that to a soldier, and someone you just met?" He asked while picking up his things, she smiled, shaking her head.

"No, I don't. You're equally a big flirt," She fought back, Hoseok felt intimidated by her boldness, he squinted his eyes at her, "Eres ridículo, senorita," He said, scoffing and following her to the counter.

"Me voy ahora, nos vemos mañana," She spoke to the woman on the counter as she nodded, smiling. They both walked out on the chilly pavements of Spain, and Lucia instantly shivered, putting on her tailored jacket.

Hoseok glanced up at her, "That seems expensive," He said, she chuckled, shaking her head at his ridiculous comment, "I didn't steal it, señor, my mother kept these for me," She said, Hoseok hummed and nodded.

They both went quiet, the only voice was from the carriages and a few people that passed them on the way, they both stayed close, looking away from each other.

"We're here," Lucia declared, stopping in front of a small sheltered house, Hoseok looked around, not much please, "Tú vives aquí?" He asked, she knitted her eyebrows, turning to face him, "What did you say? Be thankful I'll giving you shelter,"

She flared her nostrils in anger, crossing her arms over her chest. Hoseok stared at her for a little, walking closer to her. "Qué estás haciendo?" She asked, gulping when he walked too closer. However, he didn't stop, he stepped even closer.

She backed off, putting her finger on her chest to stop him, "I never said I'm not thankful, let's go in," He said, backing away from her. She huffed, glancing at him before fishing her keys out.

"You can be scary sometimes," She admitted, the dark eyes of Hoseok just now haunting her, she opened the door to her house, moving to a side for Hoseok to enter, "bienvenidas," She said, Hoseok glanced at her face one last time before entering.

He was surprised at how cozy and warm it was inside, Lucia moved forward to fire up the fireplace, Hoseok raised an eyebrow at her actions, "Don't you have heaters and lights?" He asked, slowly realising he's being too picky.

"My, my. Are you from a rich family?" Lucia asked, looking back at the tall man, he stood for a minute, looking back at his offending actions and cleared his throat, "Y-Yes," He stuttered, getting even more embarrassed than he already was.

Lucia chuckled and shook her head, "That's why, I kept wondering why you're so picky," She said, moving forward to him. He watched in confusion as she moved at his back and pushed him towards the fireplace, she made him sit on the small sofa she had, and sighed,

"Sit here. You'll be warm in a while, I can't afford lights and heaters, and even if I could, I wouldn't want to waste money on such things,"

Hoseok was stunned, the maturity the woman held was captivating, she was intellectual, even without realising, she was grabbing a soft olace in Hoseok's heart. He watched as she brought a blanket and placed it on his lap, smiling.

"Well, now that you're my guest, I'll have to take care of you, would you like something? you look quite drunk,"

She let him know, moving away, she hummed while walking to the kitchen, "Tortilla?" She asked, he instantly scrunched his face, shaking his head. "Nah, I hate that thing," He declared, making her laugh.

"Churros?"  He nodded, smiling, "I like it, do you have it here?" She hummed, bringing a bowl filled with churros to him. As she set the bowl on his lap, he smiled excitedly, she sprinkled some sugar on top, he quickly shoved it in his mouth.

"lo siento, I don't have hot chocolate or something to serve with it," She apologised, feeling sad that she failed to finish the first task completely. Hoseok shook his head, giving her a thumbs up,

"es tan jodidamente bueno, don't apologise," She was surprised at his sudden cursing, but smiled, nodding and leaning back on the couch. They both went silent again, as Hoseok scrunched on the churros happily.

He froze when he heard her going silent and silent beside him, he looked back at her, she was asleep, again, Hoseok was in awe, she looked really cute sleeping. He realised, she may not be beautiful, but she was really cute, he preferred this, rather than a beautiful pain in the neck.

He quickly put the last churro in his mouth and set the bowl on the table, moving to wrap the blanket around her, she grumbled a little, sighing in her sleep. He looked around the house, putting his hands at the back and moving around.

It was small, a small living area, a little kitchen and one room, just perfect for a girl living alone, and again, he wondered why she was alone, girls, but her age, already get married.

He scrunched his nose, looking back at her, she was tired, he was thankful.

He sat beside her again, silently, when suddenly, she jerked awake, he looked at her, shocked, she moved her face away from his, "Uh-—um, sorry for falling asleep, are you tired? I'll take you to your room." She got up, setting the blanket down.

The man got up, following her to the only room in the house. It had a bed, a little desk, a little free space, Hoseok figured if the room was smaller, it'll be cozier.

He smiled at her, "Thank you, senorita." She smiled back, "It's fine," She said, turning, she was about to leave when Hoseok grabbed her hand, she turned back, humming, he cleared his throat,

"You should also sleep here, it's your room after all," Her eyes widened, hand moving to her mouth, Hoseok cleared his throat once more, "I-I mean, I can sleep on the floor, and you can sleep on the bed, I've caused you inconvenience anyway,"

He shrugged, they both stared at each other for a minute, before she nodded, "O-Okay." 

She set his bed for him on the floor, standing, "I'm sorry, I don't have en—" He cut her off, smiling, "Senorita, it's totally fine with me," She pressed her lips in a thin line, nodding.

They both laid in their separate beds, silent,
"buenas noches," Hoseok declared, closing his eyes, and smiled when she replied,

"buenas noches, señor."