What was happening? Did he know? Did he know that what he was doing was trapping me? Did he know that his sleeping in my arms meant that I would always want him there? I opened my eyes slowly to look at him only to find him in the same position, he wasn't sleeping but was linking at me. I don't know for how long we had been sleeping. I traced my hand on his face slowly, feeling how smooth it was.
"Are you feeling better?" I asked taking his hands to see if the red skin blotches had disappeared. They weren't there anymore and he looked fine.
" Is it still itchy?" I asked and he nodded his head saying no and I felt at ease. I was still worried about him even if the blotches had disappeared. I turned and took my phone from the bedside table on the right and checked it, it was already four am in the morning. I couldn't believe my eyes, we had not even takes dinner before we slept and it was already in the morning. I looked at him and wondered how long he had been up, he must be really hungry.
"How long have you been up?" I asked him.
"Almost an hour..." I just hope that he hasn't been staring at me for that long. I think this means he was hungry.
"Why didn't you wake me up to prepare you something?... I know you are hungry" I asked but he didn't say anything.
"Freshen up, I'll go and try to make some breakfast....no, I'll just order a delivery because I might make bitter things," I said after getting off the bed. Before I left I told him to feel free to use anything because nothing was difficult to find. But I prepared the jacuzzi bath for him first just in case.
I ordered the breakfast once I got to the kitchen. I ordered a heavy breakfast and KFC chicken. I started cleaning the house because I had nothing better to do. It wasn't dirty at all but I just felt like wiping the seats and the surfaces though I did i5 fast. Everything looked perfect and this was good. I had undone the curtains, opened the windows for fresh air, mopped the floor, wiped the seats and the surfaces, and sprayed an air freshener. Just some minutes and the gate bell rang. This time I was sure that it was the delivery guy even without checking the CCTV so there was no need to carry a weapon. I went out and got the food though I wore a mask to avoid the person knowing who it was. I didn't want a lot of people to know I lived here because I'm sure a lot of my fans might hang out around the place often and I don't think it's a good idea. I was in the kitchen unpacking the food and drinks when I heard the soft piano music which had a good melody but the tone was a sad one. Listening to it carefully I knew the song. Machine gun kelly is one of my favorites and I think he raps so well. Being a k- pop idol means that you should be open to all genres of music and know them too, especially English songs because we are not so fluent in English.
I walked slowly to where the sound was coming from. It was him, seated on the piano chair playing the song.
"That's a sad song you know? With a very deep meaning... But it's beautiful"He looked at me and I sat beside him. I looked at his beautiful fingers on the piano keys.
"Can you sing?" I asked in a low tone and he starts playing the piano all over again.
"Home..." Before he could continue I paused the moment for myself and all I could hear was the echo of his voice. Did he realize how beautiful his voice was? He sings so well and this is the most beautiful voice I've ever heard from a man.
"A place where I can go, to take these off my shoulders someone takes me home... I found no cure for the loneliness I found no cure for the sickness, nothing here feels like home, crowded streets but I'm all alone..." he then stopped playing. I didn't even know when I started crying. Why did it get so deep when he said it? Why did he sing it like that? Why did he sing it as he meant it? Immediately the melody changed to another song. A happy one this time.
"To you always listen to that song? Or play it?" I asked rubbing the tears from my eyes. I don't think that he was ready to answer that because he stood up and left for the dining. He looked so cute in the oversize sweatpants that belonged to me. I followed him and he seemed in awe because the finding was full of different types of meals. I had ordered a bunch of them because I did not know which was his favorite and I was planning to learn that through this. I had expected him to eat a lot but he barely ate anything. Just a sausage and very little fried rice.
"your house looks so good... I mean everything looks beautiful, looks simple but I'm sure it's expensive" He was walking around the living room looking at the art and pictures on the wall.
"I know it sounds crazy but you've never told me your name..." My fingers were fidgeting. Was that the right way ti ask for his name?
"Looks like we should have it written so you won't forget," He said looking at me. Korean men are always cute but why did he look so super cute even when he is in a serious face like now?
"C'mon my memory is not that bad... and I don't think that I can forget your name if you tell me..." I had to defend myself just a little. He looked at me and then nodded.
"Aren't you too kind? Letting a stranger in your house just like that... Might be a serial killer... Aren't you afraid of what they might do to you?.." He asked looking at a painting on the wall
"With such an innocent face who would think of you as a serial killer?" He looked at me for a moment then looked away immediately.
"Not every devil has horns... aren't you afraid that letting someone in would be difficult to let them go?" he was speaking indirectly and I understood what he meant so well. I was about to say something when his phone rang.
I looked at him as he took it from his pocket age his face changed immediately as he looked at it. My guess was that the same person who had called him the last time was the one calling him now because he had the same expression just like the last time. He received it and as usual, he didn't talk. After a few seconds, he hung up.
"Time to go... thank you for everything... Where are my shoes? He asked and I looked away. I had thrown them away earlier because they had been rained on.
"I threw them away... " I said scratching my head feeling embarrassed.
"Okay... ok just go with the home sandals I'm wearing, they are warm.. "
How could he leave without telling me his name?
"Wait for your name? " he turned to me and I handed him my phone. I guess I had hit two birds with one stone. He added his number and his name and then gave it to me. Wait, Evel, I remember that name. It's the one he had told me before he left that day. How could I forget? By the time I was looking up, he was already out. Why was he always disappearing on me so quickly? I rushed outside and he was at the gate. At least he couldn't open it because it required my fingerprint. I opened it and stayed goodbye but what I got was a" Don't call or text me... I might not be able to answer " He didn't even look at me while saying that. Okay, my heart has just been broken. Why did this hurt so much? How could he say that when I was planning to talk to him all day though? I told there looking at him and a black car came and he got inside. He didn't even look at me. This worsened my mood and I closed the gate immediately and ordered four bears. I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said and this made me drink even more.
I was so mad that I did not talk to anyone else the whole day. Even when the company called to check on me I did not answer. My bandmates texted but I left them on read.