Chill Weekend (or not?)

I finally stop talking and look him in the eye defiantly. My heart is still beating fast, but I feel much lighter, happier.

Honesty is an effective remedy.

My boss's gaze glides over me in an interested, curious way, almost like I'm some odd zoo animal he's observing and trying to understand. "What will you do if I fire you?" he asks calmly.

Well, at least there's no yelling anymore. I immediately calm down.

I just shrug. "Move back in with my parents, I suppose. And work at a coffee job."

He raises an eyebrow, scoffing. "You want to work at a coffee job after you've just started to become competent as my assistant? I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that. That would be a waste of talent."

I can't help but start smiling at his words, because I know this is Hajun's way of saying he's taking me back.

Then, he opens the door a little more. "Come on in."

Baffled, I openly stare at him, not moving an inch. That was easier than expected.

He rolls his eyes and walks back inside. "Come on now, before I change my mind."

Hurriedly, I follow him while carrying my suitcases with me.

Hajun suddenly stops and turns around. "Rose. If we want this to work, I need you to understand something vital."

I gulp. What now? "Yes?"

"Yesterday, you blamed for me meddling me with your life."

"Well," I try to save myself. "I just angry. I didn't mean it, oppa-"

However, Hajun just shuts me up by shaking his head. "No. My point is, I don't give a shit about how you live your life or who you lie to, as long as it doesn't affect me or you're not lying to me. Do you understand what I'm saying, Rose? I can't have something like Friday night happen again."

"Yes, I understand," I mumble quietly as I realize the only reason I was even angry at him in the first place - meddling in my life - isn't even valid. Hajun didn't just barge into my childhood home because he felt like stirring up some drama. He went there because my life had become such an intangible mess that it affected his.

"Good." Hajun seems to be satisfied with my answer as his eyes rest on me pensively before he nods towards the upper floor. "Do you want to take the room from last time?"

Excited, I nod, making my way towards the stairs. I've never stayed in such a nice room in my life, not even the luxury hotels my parents would take me to when they occasionally felt like splurging. "I'll find my way up."

My boss watches me struggle to carry the suitcases for about two seconds before he suddenly appears beside me. "Stop trying to lift those, stupid. You'll probably end up losing an arm." He then proceeds to take the suitcases from me- without waiting for my agreement, of course- and effortlessly carry then up the staircase.

I just watch after him, my mouth open.

Looks like the old Hajun is back.

And I couldn't be happier about it.

...

Whistling, I make my way down to the kitchen. Today is going to be a good day. It's my first Sunday without Hajun in this huge apartment.

Two weeks have passed since I've moved in with my boss. Surprisingly, it didn't change our relationship as much as I thought it would; we haven't spent more time with each other than before since Hajun usually sleeps at the dorms during the week, and I'm always at Eun's or my parent's when I'm off.

Except Eun has gone on a romantic getaway with Haechan – whom I still haven't met, by the way- and my parents are on vacation. They attempted to convince me to join them but there's no way I can take a vacation any time soon. While Hajun has been acting civil towards me and hasn't mentioned me possibly getting fired again, I'm aware I'm still on probation with him. He made that clear the day I moved in. If I want to keep this job, I need to be 100 % involved and show how much I care about it. Or else, I'll just put myself at danger of losing it again.

Meaning I'm giving myself some well-deserved alone time this weekend. Hyunwoo, the group's oldest member, mentioned something about going fishing in Busan this weekend to a staff. I overheard their conversation and just assumed Jungkook would go with him since a) Busan is his hometown, and b) he just follows Hyunwoo everywhere like a puppy anyway.

In the past weeks, I've been able to observe an interesting relationship between the two: while Hajun has stayed in his rebellious teenage phase where he wants to prove his independence from Hyunwoo, he keeps going back to him whenever he needs advice or a good laugh. They have a very sweet love-hate relationship.

Anyway, today is my day. A beautiful, well-deserved self-care day.

Still whistling, I open the fridge to look for the fruit I want to put on my pancakes. During the week, I'm almost always running late, so I never take the time to make an elaborate breakfast like this one.

When I close the fridge door, Hajun is suddenly standing before me, and a scream immediately escapes my lips. How the hell didn't I hear him when he usually stomps everywhere like an elephant?

Also, did I manage he looks extremely attractive in the morning with that bed head and his simple, black sleeping shirt?

That scream earns me an annoyed glare from my boss, who reaches beside to grab some banana milk from the fridge. "Jeez, Rose. Calm down."

No, I'm not going to calm down. First of all, this was supposed to be my weekend, my relaxed day. I was convinced he'd left with Hyunwoo, especially since he wasn't home yesterday night.

Second of all, can't he at least apologize after giving me a heart attack?

I just stare at him, trying my hardest to recollect myself. "What are you doing here?"

He doesn't even look at me when he replies, completely unfazed. "I live here, Rose."

Wow. Funny. I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes at him since he wouldn't appreciate that very much.

When I don't answer, he crouches down to be on my eye level, which is something he always does when I'm confused or daydreaming. He's so close to me I can feel his breath on my skin. How come he smells even better in the morning? "Did you fall on the head or something while waking up today? Why are you so shocked to see me?"

I try to shake my thoughts off my head. "No, it's just.. you weren't here yesterday evening. When did you even come home?"

"Late.", Hajun just mumbles.

Wow. If he's still this monosyllabic now, I wonder what he must have behaved like during puberty.

Poor Hyunwoo. He's pretty much the one who had to raise him during that time, as Hajun's actual parents were far away in Busan.

"How about today? You're not going fishing?" I keep digging. Maybe there's still some hope.

The young man just shakes his head. "Nope. Change of plans. Are you done with the interrogation?" Then, he exits the kitchen without waiting for an answer.

Well, damn it. Here goes my relaxing self-care day. With Hajun around – even though he'll probably ignore me all day- it won't be the same.

An Hajun, why can't you ever follow my plans?