Chapter 3. Day 8. 08.55I silently chew the breakfast on living room as I chat with Yoosung and Zen. Honestly, I partially fail to understand Jumin's way of thinking. Why on earth does he have to make Yoosung's mother comes? I can sense that Jumin is actually worried about Yoosung being addicted to LOLOL and, yeah… honestly I cannot imagine that Yoosung lives a healthy and purposeful like this. Yoosung has been telling us for a while about his effort to make kimchi and I cannot help but laugh a bit at how he cries over onions. It doesn't help that Zen continues to tease the younger man.

Well, a little more time might be needed for Yoosung to actually understand why his mother keeps lecturing him.

And… now the he is asking me whether he can come over to the apartment too. I would give him a straight no but then again, Zen is here, and I cannot help but wanting to make another prank. And so, I type, "I like staying here in Seven's arms by myself,"

Zen immediately responses with his usual overprotective reaction, and Yoosung gives me knowing emoji. Of course, I know that Yoosung basically wants to escape his mother's grasp, and his wish to help Seven lies on the second top reason for coming here. Their reaction makes me laugh by myself. I continue chatting with them for several more minutes before closing the app. After finishing my breakfast, I walk to the sink and wash my plate.

My mind immediately shifts to Seven.

He has been typing since last night, with no sign of slowing down. Even when I woke up this morning, he's still glued to the spot he's been, ignoring me altogether as he works with his headphone on. My question of whether he wanted breakfast flies by him like dark matter colliding with humanity. Not even a slight response.

How about now? I wonder silently. With that I start walking to the direction of bedroom and noticing that the typing sound is no longer heard. Instead, his voice is faintly heard.

"Yes, can you come?" his voice becomes clearer as he appears at the bedroom's doorway. He spares me a glance before looking away, "Yeah, thanks. I'll be waiting,"

"Is somebody coming?" I ask him curiously.

He fiddles with his phone, "I ask someone to repair the window," he said in a flat tone, "He'll come in an hour,"

I nod, "I see. Thanks, Seven. Would you like breakfa—" I stop midsentence when he disappears to the bathroom, just across the hallway.

I sigh. Nope, I won't let this shatter me, I say to myself. And just then, my phone rings. Jaehee's caller ID flashes on the screen. I pick up her call and sits on the chair inside the kitchen. "Hello, Jaehee,"

"Good morning, it's me. The first task Mr. Han gave me after he got out of his flight was to ask you how you are doing,"

I cannot help but smile. Jumin can call me by himself, so maybe something happens to Elly, the kind that makes him unable to pry his eyes off of the cat princess.

"Oh, that doesn't mean I don't want to call you. It's nice to hear your voice," Jaehee abruptly adds. "Did you eat breakfast yet?"

I chuckle a bit, then proceed to tell her about my breakfast.

"Do you think Luciel ever eats a proper meal?" Jaehee asks me, and the said redhead opens the bathroom door, walks past the kitchen and continues to the bedroom again. Ignoring-phase, huh? I say to myself.

"Since you are with him, he might listen to you and get a proper meal if you talk to him," Jaehee continues.

I sigh a bit, "Actually I've been asking him, but he told me not to bother him,"

Jaehee pauses for a bit, "…he must be very focused on his work,"

"Yeah…"

"Still," she continues, "he could have said it in a nicer way…" Jaehee continues to rationalize why Seven said those words to me. I smile at her effort to make me feel better. "If it bothers you that much, why don't you try putting a couple of snacks around him?"

"I feel like we are talking about cat right now," I giggle. "Anyway, Jaehee… is Luciel usually this quiet?"

"He's quiet…? Are you serious?" she sounds confused, "At times I find that he talks too much… I don't know,"

"Hmm…" I glance at the bedroom.

"Perhaps," Jaehee continues carefully, "…perhaps he is showing you a different side of himself?" then she hums and I can imagine her brows knit together in further confusion, "I can't really imagine but perhaps Luciel just feels embarrassed,"

"Embarrassed?" now that's something that never occurred to me before.

"It's the first time that you two have met. I'm sure the ice will break soon," she says reassuringly. Too soon, she realizes that she is about to be late for her meeting, and bid me farewell.

I cannot help but thinking when Seven will open up to me. I walk to the bedroom and find him facing the wall again, his headphone is on his ears. I glance back to the kitchen and starts putting several ingredients together to make quick breakfast, then pour orange juice into a glass. Putting them together in a tray, I start heading back to the bedroom.

When I see his back, I start to doubt myself.

What if… he doesn't want this?

What if… he throws this to the floor like how it's frequently seen in the movie?

I shake my head to clear my mind. My intention is to help him, like he is now trying to help me by protecting me. If he throws this food like the that, well… at least I'll clean it up.

Exhaling a breath, I walk carefully to his form. The typing sound becomes clearer as I proceed nearer. He seems to sense me as he stops typing as soon as I reach his side. I steel myself to hear anything from him, and even to get the food thrown away, but he merely jolts away when he notices my presence. This is my chance.

"I told you don't—" he starts, but I cut it off by putting the tray down beside him, "This is your breakfast, you can throw it away if you don't want it, but I will appreciate it if you eat," I say it all as quick as I can, then abruptly stand up and leave him.

"Hey—"

But I already run out of the bedroom and heaves a breath of relief once I am out of his sight.

Wait.

I am not out of his sight. Quickly, I turn into the CCTV installed in the hallway, and I can practically feel his gaze through it. Determined not to let him see my wariness, I wave to the CCTV, trying my best to look cheerful. Then I walk to the living room and turn on the television. I hope that at least I won't hear anything if he decides to throw the food away.

Half an hour later, I hear him in turning on the water tap. Carefully, I pry into the kitchen, and feel relieved that he is currently washing empty plate and glass.

Author note: this chap looks a bit lazier than other posted chaps, so I posted another chapter ;)