Chapter -5
(Shin the homemaker)
I pulled out my book for some late-night studying because I was here to persuade myself that I should graduate. As I was answering several ability-based questions, I noticed that he was staring at me strangely. Suddenly it occurred to me that, to put it gently, he must be a lot more skilled at this than I am. "Mr. Shin, can you help me out with my questions?" "Is my name that!?" He pulled the book closer to himself and asked. "Maybe or maybe not, but is any name more appropriate as a nickname for a skinwalker than this?" For the first time, he gave a quiet laugh. It felt like he was glowing, and my heart was getting warm much like my ears.
He gave such a childlike explanation of the queries that they appeared to be plays. We were laughing and reprimanding each other without even realising it because we were so engrossed in this process. I suddenly realised it was 4:30 in the morning when I felt the need for a natural call.
"What the heck—it's already morning! Good night, I set to get a couple of hours rest."
The man sat at the dining table, the book still open, looking dissatisfied.
Upon discovering him entering my room, I climbed off my bed. I felt troubled because the house only had one bed and I couldn't let the owner sleep on the couch, so I should take my leave.
I got up and climbed down the bed when he pushed me back.
"Believe it or not, I usually sleep with other people. I will not go beyond what I know to be my boundaries. The bed can accommodate two people, so please accept my kindness for the evening because you were so thoughtful throughout the day."
I could never say no to his deep, soothing voice, but how could I possibly share a bed with someone I look up to?
I could feel his breath softly kissing me and his presence cuddling me in the early hours of the night. Although he didn't snore, he was always on guard. I was unaware when I finally fell asleep. I only remember the man being all over me when I woke up, his hand on my face and his leg on mine, making me feel warm all over, and now he's teaching me physics and feeding me ignoring my excuse for not studying so early.
Later that day, I made his account on the media. In jeans, he resembled the ideal blend of a charming mobster and a dashing playboy after I brushed his hair and styled it into a little half-ponytail while putting on computer specs. After that I sneakily snapped his photos at the best angles and posted them on the internet while he was cooking. I asked the most popular girl at my college for aid, and she kindly re-shared it once I tagged her. The post had accumulated half a million likes by dinnertime. Neither his appearance nor her supporters are matter of joke. Girls were sending direct messages (DMs) even without seeing his full face. I wonder how he would respond if he found out what I did.
I just want him to get a new start. Before I am misinterpreted, let me clarify that I am not a stalker. *Chuckles*.