day 01 with ???
13:10

though i had no plans in caring about the human, my curiousity overcomes me, i just had to know if he's able to communicate. i have no idea what i've gotten myself into and it's best if i have a little bit of insight.

well, i can't exactly back out now. i was already in too deep from when i clicked checkout on that sketchy website.

damn it, park sooyoung, if it hadn't been her bugging me about it, this wouldn't have happened.

but if there's truly anyone to blame, it's me. i had no idea what came into my mind that night, i didn't even need a cabinet, for god's sake. that tiny inconvenience really caused a lot of shit to happen. but am i really gonna blame an inanimate object right now? it's my fault for bitching over a broken handle.

tossing my phone off somewhere near the couch, i stare up at the ceiling, and a series of curses runs through my mind. you are so fucked, younghyun, you idiot. you should've just went to college.

i've never felt so devastated with my state right now; i don't know how to take care of the human, and i surely don't know how to take care of myself either. so how is this gonna work out?

i stand up from the couch, walking to the kitchen to see the boy silently sleeping. he's been sleeping ever since he got out of the box, and he hasn't moved an inch. i don't think he has eaten yet. should i give him something to eat?

moving over to the fridge, i open the door to only be greeted by nothing but a single egg on the door shelf. "prime example of why you should've went to college." i mutter to myself.

for a while, i stood still but my gaze was on the boy, and my curiousity is still here. i need to know if he can talk, so i can get this all over with.

my lips form a little smirk, and with force, my hand slams the door shut. obviously on purpose so the latter would wake up from the noise.

but no, he didn't even move.

i sigh in defeat, ruffling my hair as i went out the kitchen to grab my phone from the living room. i scrolled through the apps that were in the folder called 'FOOD 😈', i have to feed the boy, of course.

coming back from the living room as I am still looking through my phone, i lift my head up, and i jump back a little in surprise when i see the boy sitting up. "holy shit, you're awake?"

he looks at me for a bit, and i can't really read his expression, it's blank, but he seems quite anxious based on him fidgeting with his fingers. "h..hello.." he mumbles, barely looking up to my eyes.

i took a seat in front of his, "are you hungry?" i ask, and he slowly lifts his head up.

his eyes flutters, before he speaks again. "he- hello.."

i was getting a little impatient, "yeah, what's up, are you hungry or what?" i ask again, and this time, he started to seem frantic when his hands started to shake and his eyes were looking around his surroundings. he seems unsure of where to go or how to respond.

instead of pushing the question further, i decide to get straight to the point. "i know you're scared but look, i'm sending you home as soon as possible." i start, leaning in but he continued to look away. "so, i want you to help me out. do you know where you live at least?"

he looks at me weirdly, "hello..."

shit, he's bad at communicating. i threw myself back onto the seat, i was getting irritated. "what should i do with you?" i grumble, contemplating if i should leave him out the door just as dowoon said.

his head sinks at my tone, and when i notice it, my stomach drops a little. just glancing at his pitiful look makes me feel so bad for him, and now i feel guilty for even thinking about deserting him.

oh god, that is so not me.

quickly, i stood up from my seat, resting my palm on the boy's shoulder – who still has his head hanging low – to catch the his attention. "hey, just go AHHH if you need me." i say, and he just stares at me, causing me to stare back.

he looks somewhat familiar.

the silence breaks when i hear his stomach growling, and somehow i got a whiff of his scent. it was so awful, my face turned into a grimace just by the second. "fuck, you stink." i groaned before grabbing the airspray. "if you wanna eat, you're gonna have to get changed."

i motion him to get up from the seat, trying not to touch him since i didn't want to do anything with his current state. in fact, just by standing a few steps away from him, i can smell him. thankfully, he understood me and followed my steps.

i guide him to the bathroom, but he just stands confusedly behind me when i stopped walking. "what are you doing? get in." i raise a brow, and he pursed his lips, not moving from his spot.

"we can't fit in the bathroom together, so move your ass, alright?" i said, holding my nose shut before pushing him inside the bathroom.

finally, we both have a distance that's good enough for me to breathe without having to smell him. "okay, i'm hoping you know how the bathroom works." i slid the shower curtain open, but he doesn't move an inch from where i placed him.

then realization washes over me, no way, do i have to bathe him? "i'm not gonna give you a shower, okay?" i said, "and even if i wanted to, bubble bath time is never happening in this cramped ass space."

thankfully, he seemed to compromise. that's when i knew, god truly loves me. it's just he loves to see me suffer; the next thing i see is the boy taking his shirt off.

"oh jeez." i wince, covering my eyes as i shut the door.

letting out a heaved sigh for the umpteenth time today, i walk back into the living room, throwing myself on the couch. finally, i have the time to continue packing up the weed into little satchets, but then i remembered something.

he has to eat.

"god damn it."

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14:07

fortunately, he knows how to eat. it kinda sucked earlier as we spent the last 30 minutes just bickering. actually, no, it was just me yelling to put his clothes on. though he seems like a confused boy not knowing how the world works, he knows his way around at least. he didn't want to use his old dirty clothes.

so, of course, i didn't want to argue any further. i just gave him dowoon's sweatshirt, threw his clothes in the laundry, and called it a day.

it hasn't exactly been a day though, as my day is currently in the process of being made by just watching him eat. i mean, who wouldn't be amused at the sight? i ordered five chicken wraps for him, and he's happily munching on his fourth one while he played candy crush on a dummy phone that i have, since he got pouty when i didn't hand over my phone.

which is weird, but i let it slide anyway.

"slow down, you might choke." i pat his hand, and he just stares at me before continuing to eat hastily. i stopped him by grabbing his hand and he looks at me with furrowed brows. "let's take small bites, alright?"

i stand up from the seat, making my way behind him as i leaned in and helped him take small bites. "see, it's that easy." he turns and blinks a few times, and i just rolled my eyes in return. "the food isn't going anywhere, stop eating it like that." i added.

"food.." he spoke, before nodding his head in a quick manner. it seems that he enjoys it.

a smile creeps up to my lips, and i hummed in amusement. "you like it? good. you're gonna thrive off of junk food, so enjoy it while it lasts." i gave him a sarcastic smile.

in response, he gave a faint smile.

oh no, he's too pure. get him away from me.

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sorry this chapter sucks