Haneul's POV:

All my days consisted in sleeping, crying, sleeping, crying again and sometimes trying to watch tv with no success.

I was laying on my couch, staring at the ceiling whilst I thought of Rocky. Every single day felt like an eternity since he was gone, and I was starting to believe that I would never move on. All I could ever do was miss him, crave him, need him. I missed his voice, I missed his smell and his sweet smile that was always so good to me. At that point I had cried so much that tears would just come down and I wouldn't notice anymore.

A loud knock on the door echoed in the livingroom. I tried to ignore it, hoping whoever it was would just leave, but that didn't happen. Instead, I heard more knocks followed by someone calling my name, and I knew immediately it was him.

I groaned and stood up, sniffling and drying my tears with the back of my hand as I walked to the door. When I opened it, Yeonjun's bright, blue fluffy hair greeted me, blowing in the cold breeze. A slight smile appeared on his face, and I tried to smile back, but I failed terribly. 

I moved aside, and he walked in. He took off his shoes and then smiled, patting on my head.

"Nice try" He said, making me roll my eyes.

I walked to my couch again, plopping on my back. I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt Yeonjun's footsteps until I heard him sitting on one of the chairs.

"What brings you here?" I asked, still with my eyes closed.

"Is this all you've been doing the whole day?" He asked, ignoring my question.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He had his legs crossed, and his elbow resting over the armrest. He touched his chin, waiting for my answer.

"Is that a problem?"

"It is" He responded. I rolled my eyes again and closed them. "Have you eaten?"

"No. I'm not hungry"

He sighed, standing up.

"And you haven't showered either" He said, this time stepping forward. When I heard his voice getting closer, I looked at him again, frowning.

"Who said I hav-" 

"You're still wearing the same clothes" He interrupted me. He extended his hand to me, wanting me to hold it, but I didn't. "Come on, go take a shower and I'll cook something for you"

"Are you my mom or something?"

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, sighing in frustration.

"Listen, your parents are not here, and unless you want me to contact them you better at least do as I say" He firmly said "I'm not letting you die in your own dirtiness"

"You can't contact them if I don't give you the info" I said, closing my eyes again.

He snorted.

"I can, trust me. You don't want to dare me."

I opened my eyes at his words. His tone was too serious, so I ended up groaning and grabbing his hand. He pulled me up from the couch quickly, smiling victoriously. I glared at him, looking up thanks to the height difference. He simply chuckled and stroked my head.

"Wise decision" 

I shook my head and left the room without another word. I walked upstairs and grabbed some clean clothes from my room before I could take a long, hot shower.

It took longer than I expected, but I washed my hair and once I was out, I felt completely refreshed, I must admit.

I walked downstairs as I brushed my wet hair with a comb, immediately getting hit with some delicious smell. My brows were knitted together when I entered the kitchen, until I saw Yeonjun chopping vegetables whilst he wore my mother's apron.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. He flinched and turned his head to look at me with widened eyes.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" He said, placing his hand over his chest trying to soothe his racing heart.

"I'm sorry" I said "You just look too funny" I added, sitting in front of the dining table.

He placed his hand on his waist and frowned.

"Excuse me? I look very professional" He simply said, turning around again to put the vegetables inside the pot.

I giggled again.

"Sure you thing" I said "What are you making? It smells nice"

"Ramen" He responded "It's almost ready"

"I didn't know you could cook" I confessed, resting my face on my hand. He looked at me and shrugged.

"I can, when it's necessary"

"You didn't have to"

He glared at me.

"If I don't,  you would die of starvation, and the worst part of it, it's that you don't give two fucks about it"

I smiled.

"You're right, I would make myself a favor"

"Well, too bad for you because I won't let that happen" He said, filling the plates and placing them on the table before he took a seat "Now eat"

I grabbed my chopsticks and started eating after a few seconds. As soon as I did, my eyes widened, and he looked at me curious.

"Is it good?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Surprisingly, it's really good"

He raised an eyebrow again.

"Surprisingly? Rude. I could go to master chef"

I giggled.

"How was school?"

He shrugged.

"Boring. But I danced and that helped me a lot to release the stress"

I kept silent for a second.

"Was it weird?"

"What?" He asked confused.

"To dance without Rocky"

He smiled.

"Yeah... But I'm sure he was watching from above and thought how cool I was"

I giggled again.

"What's with your confidence today?"

He shrugged, chewing his food.

"I got inspired by your dirtiness"

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When we finished eating, we both managed to clean the kitchen and wash the dishes. We were now sitting on the couch in front of the tv. Yeonjun keep changing channels, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was really struggling to focus, all I kept doing was spacing out.

"Haneul?" He called me, bringing me back to earth.

"Huh?" 

"I've called you like five times. Are you okay?" 

I nodded.

"Yeah... Just thinking"

He looked at me silently for a few seconds after he stood up and walked to his bag. He opened it and grabbed a white box, sitting back on the couch in front of me.

"I want to give you this" He said, handing the box to me.

I looked at him confused, grabbing it. When I detailed it, I frowned.

"A phone?"

He nodded.

"I bought it for you"

I handed it back to him. He looked at me confused.

"I won't accept it" I firmly said "You can't just go and buy such expensive things, especially for me"

He sighed, handing the box to me again.

"I don't need your approval, Haneul. You need a phone and I had no problem on buying one for you"

"Where did you get the money?"

"It's mine"

I looked at him dead in the eye, with my face completely serious.

"Yeonjun, where did you get the money?"

"My savings"

I laughed ironically, giving him the box again and standing up from the couch, extremely annoyed. However, he didn't seem to understand why I was so mad at his gesture.

"Can you please tell me what's wrong?" He asked, still seated on the couch.

My back was facing him, my hand ran down my face in frustration.

"Are you serious?" I muttered.

"I am"

I felt my blood boiling.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I said as I turned around, raising my voice "Do you think that you can go and waste your money on me? Come here all the time and cook for me? What is this? Yeonjun, I was Rocky's girlfriend, not yours. Are you an idiot?!" I shouted. He didn't say a word, just stared at me "Now you're going to say that you promised him you would take care of me, well that's bullshit. I don't need your pity. I don't need you to do all of this, I never asked for it so please take that phone and go live your life"

Yeonjun smiled bitterly at me. Even though he was trying to look strong, I knew he was hurt, his eyes wouldn't lie to me.

He simply placed the box on the coffee table, and stood up. He grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, stepping closer to me.

"I just want to say that I never, ever felt pity for you. You may not believe me, but I truly care for your well being. Not just as Rocky's girlfriend, but as my friend" He said, his tone calm and low "I bought the phone because I know you need it, and I need you to have it in case you need something and don't ever think my money goes to waste when it comes to you. I'm sorry if I'm a pain in the ass to you, Haneul. I'm leaving now, but I'm sorry, I refuse to leave you on your own, so if you ever need someone, my number is in fast dial." He added, stroking my head gently with a soft smile on his lips, before he put his shoes on and left the house.

As soon as he left, I felt terribly bad. I knew I was rude to him, when he has been nothing but nice to me, but this whole situation is completely uncomfortable and overwhelming. I didn't want him to feel like he had an obligation with me, I didn't want him to spend his time and money on me, especially in that moment when all I felt was anger. My emotions were a roller coaster and I couldn't get off the ride.

I seated on the couch and let out a breath, resting my head in the backrest.

Why are you so nice to me? Can't you see that I'm hurt and I'm going to hurt you as well? I want you to stay away, cause I'm a bomb and I don't want to harm you the day I explode. You don't deserve to be treated the way I treat you, but I can't seem to let you in. I don't want to let anyone in. Don't you understand? You're so dumb. I knew Rocky loved you and you loved him, but I can't stand you. Now that he is gone, I can't stand you being so sweet and good to me. You need to be that way with someone who deserves it, with someone who can give the same to you.

I looked at the box again, and finally grabbed it.

Yeonjun's POV

I was laying on my bed, scrolling down my phone. My mind was full of questions and filled with doubts. I was trying really hard to understand Haneul's behavior, and I did at some point... But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel bad at the way she was being with me.

I knew it would be like this since that day at Rocky's funeral. She has so much pain inside her heart, and she doesn't seem how to handle it, or what to do with it. I knew she would be a mess, with her mood swings and mixed feelings. 

I just hoped she would understand at some point that I genuinely cared about her. I always had in mind my promise, but that didn't mean it would be the only reason to be there for her.

She was stubborn, and sometimes acted like a child, but I refused to turn my back on her. No matter what, no matter how hard it could get.

I just wanted to take care of her. Those moments when I made her at least a little happy, were the only moments that eased my own pain. She could do anything, and I would still drop everything and run to her if she said she needed me.

You better help me out, Minhyuk. You chose me to stay here in your place, so you better light up my way and give me some strength.

My phone buzzed suddenly, and I was surprised when I read the message.

I smiled and blocked my phone, placing it on the nightstand. That night I slept with a dumb smile on my face.