Rejection-2

  What’s wrong with be mine? Like, be mine? Be my girlfriend. Women are so annoying and weird. Sometimes.

  The weather is getting chilly outside. I get inside the hanok. The floor squeaks every time I take a step. I walk directly to our bedroom. Only the lamp from the small nightstand gives light to the room.

  Trinity is already sleeping facing her side. Shrugging all my clothes off to the floor, I leave just a pair of boxers. I lie down slowly beside her to avoid waking her up. I know she’s grumpy when she wakes up without getting enough sleep.

  I slip myself inside the blanket we’re sharing, then I flick the lights off. She stirs, and I stiffen. I’m afraid that she might kick me out of the room for good, and I don’t want to sleep outside alone while she’s just a wall away.

  “Bash, is that you?” she asks in a groggy voice.

  “Nope. I’m a bogeyman.” I bite my lower lip to hold my laugh.