Not Worth

*Third POV*

'But still I can't get the facts out of my head. How am I even here? How did I end up here? Sleep, walk, dream? Kidnapping or maybe I teleported finally I unlocked some kind of supernatural power'

Sitting on the chair with her back straight and hands upon the table, eyes scanning around the small dining room with the small kitchen opposite fully visible. 

Different plants and vases set upon the large window separated both of them from each other. 

'Does he stayed along' 

Dong-jun who has her back turned at her doing some kind himself knows what he really is doing. Looking at him up and down the hip as that was the place her eyes can reach out others hidden by the window.