escaping into his room
escaping into his room
she was just a hoodlum.
a/n: for aupairs third challenge. i don't even know.
"Hey."
The girl looked at the man who was sitting in his room. The girl smiled softly, motioning the male to open up his room's window. He knew of her existence, she was the girl who always got in trouble. They all said that she was always up to trouble. Im Yoona if he recalled correctly. There was also a smile the crept onto his face.
"How are you?" he asked as he opened the window. The girl wrapped her arms around his body as she fell into his room. He lost his balance and fell on the ground. He smirked. Running his fingers through her hair, he noticed the new scar on her face. Her silence bothered him, but the new CD in her arms comforted him. "Another one?" he asked. A 'mmhmm' sound came in form of a whisper. She didn't say anything else. She was on top of him and he didn't mind. He didn't mind that there was someone like her avoiding more trouble by crashing into his apartment. It wasn't as if anyone else cared. Maybe his roommate but he was never home.
She fell asleep on his chest and he didn't really mind. He slid Yoona off his body, grabbed a blanket from his closet, laid the blanket on top of her and went back to drawing the outside world.
(She woke up after he fell asleep.)
She appeared again in the middle of the night, her fists pounding against the glass. He sleepily opened the window to let her in. Little drops of blood dripped onto a blank piece of paper. The scarlet color confused him but he didn't say anything about it when she added another album to his collection. She didn't say anything for awhile, skimming through albums before picking out a CD and randomly putting it in the stereo. The music was too loud, but he doubted anyone cared. With a little bit of time, the girl fell asleep on the ground once again.
He couldn't help but smirk. The kids in his class all knew about her troublesome ways. How she'd skip school to go steal some food or how she'd pickpocket all the rich kids when they weren't looking. They all said she was a hoodlum when she beat up the prettiest student in the school. Or when she was suspended for a week. He just smirked at her queer personality and went back to sketching a new item.
The last time she came the window was already open. He was sitting on his bed with a mug of hot chocolate for her. The girl looked at him in surprise and when he offered the girl the mug she shook her head in reply.
The girl flung the album onto the pile of the others. Her eyes gaze back in his direction. He just smiled and waited for her to say something. Blink, the girl just blinked at him without any care. She mouthed his name and he ruffled her hair.
"Shim Changmin," she mouthed. A smile appeared on her face. She pointed to the albums and was going to mouth something again but she stopped halfway through. Again, she pointed to the albums before smiling again. Another smile that disappeared afterwards. She never came back with music and he still drew. He drew to numb the pain.
she was just a hoodlum.
a/n: for aupairs third challenge. i don't even know.
"Hey."
The girl looked at the man who was sitting in his room. The girl smiled softly, motioning the male to open up his room's window. He knew of her existence, she was the girl who always got in trouble. They all said that she was always up to trouble. Im Yoona if he recalled correctly. There was also a smile the crept onto his face.
"How are you?" he asked as he opened the window. The girl wrapped her arms around his body as she fell into his room. He lost his balance and fell on the ground. He smirked. Running his fingers through her hair, he noticed the new scar on her face. Her silence bothered him, but the new CD in her arms comforted him. "Another one?" he asked. A 'mmhmm' sound came in form of a whisper. She didn't say anything else. She was on top of him and he didn't mind. He didn't mind that there was someone like her avoiding more trouble by crashing into his apartment. It wasn't as if anyone else cared. Maybe his roommate but he was never home.
She fell asleep on his chest and he didn't really mind. He slid Yoona off his body, grabbed a blanket from his closet, laid the blanket on top of her and went back to drawing the outside world.
(She woke up after he fell asleep.)
She appeared again in the middle of the night, her fists pounding against the glass. He sleepily opened the window to let her in. Little drops of blood dripped onto a blank piece of paper. The scarlet color confused him but he didn't say anything about it when she added another album to his collection. She didn't say anything for awhile, skimming through albums before picking out a CD and randomly putting it in the stereo. The music was too loud, but he doubted anyone cared. With a little bit of time, the girl fell asleep on the ground once again.
He couldn't help but smirk. The kids in his class all knew about her troublesome ways. How she'd skip school to go steal some food or how she'd pickpocket all the rich kids when they weren't looking. They all said she was a hoodlum when she beat up the prettiest student in the school. Or when she was suspended for a week. He just smirked at her queer personality and went back to sketching a new item.
The last time she came the window was already open. He was sitting on his bed with a mug of hot chocolate for her. The girl looked at him in surprise and when he offered the girl the mug she shook her head in reply.
The girl flung the album onto the pile of the others. Her eyes gaze back in his direction. He just smiled and waited for her to say something. Blink, the girl just blinked at him without any care. She mouthed his name and he ruffled her hair.
"Shim Changmin," she mouthed. A smile appeared on her face. She pointed to the albums and was going to mouth something again but she stopped halfway through. Again, she pointed to the albums before smiling again. Another smile that disappeared afterwards. She never came back with music and he still drew. He drew to numb the pain.