Raemi's point of view

I hastily wore my clothes, putting on some baggy worn out jeans and a t-shirt. I didn't have much time, any moment Jimean could ambush me. Image of him tying me up and making me eat raw chicken and moldy bread filled my head. I shook my head, trying to get rid of that horror imagination.

Once I was done with making my hair, I took my mobile and tote bag. I slowly opened my door and softly closed it. I gulped, and tip-toed my way to the living room, hoping he wasn't aware of what I was doing behind the door. I hastily wore my shoes, and escaped successfully. Instead of waiting for the elevator I took the stairs, and walked out of the apartment building. I took a deep breath once I walked out of the parking lot, squinting my eyes as my eyes got accustomed to the bright daylight.

I decided to take the bus, I didn't have the budget to spend on a taxi. Good for me the bus stop was near, just fifteen minutes of walk. And for those fifteen minutes I thought of Jimin. I didn't remember a single thing from yesterday, and after knowing what I did yesterday— surprise me. I mean, I was not definitely someone who would dance in front of the entire club— guess that it's called liquid courage for a reason.

I've drunk before, a few times, but I've never done that. I wonder what triggers me to do so. And on top, the drunk messages I sent, they were wild but weren't any different than normal messages. Messages were the least of my worries, what concerned me was the hard time I gave Jimin. He sounded fed up when he told me what his paying guest did, everything was so out of the blue. Though he deserved every second of the hard time I gave, I was embarrassed and scared to face Jimin. Also, I kissed him on his forehead.

I winced as I thought about it. I kissed my landlord, who happened to hate me. Who the fuck kiss thier landlord when they are drunk!? I sighed, regretting my life choices as I walked. I was thankful that it wasn't a freaking lip kiss, I would have considered jumping off from some building. I'm pretty sure he would have kicked me out if I had done that.

My body shivered as the thought crossed my mind. I couldn't imagine getting kicked out, it would be my worst nightmare. I've been here for a few weeks and they were the most peaceful weeks of my life. If we ignore Jimean and his daughter, it was perfect. No noisy neighbors, no fear of someone breaking into my house since the neighborhood is safe— I spend my entire day in my room living my best life. It was a dream home, I bet I will never find a pg or apartment with such rent, such a good neighborhood and area.

I can't afford getting kicked out— though I doubt he will as I distinctly remember him telling his internet friend Raemi that he used all the deposit on his kids' school fees. Either way, I should be careful of my actions, the slightest action could change my life drastically. Could make me homeless in an instant, not a good feeling at all.

And that's why, I will be a good paying guest. I will apologize for my actions, even though I'm not, (minus the kiss part, that's the only thing I'm sorry for) I'll be a better paying guest. Just for my sake.

The bus came shortly and I climbed on it. Taking a seat at the back, I watched outside the window and within a few minutes I was at my destination. I stood in front of the cafe and Jungkook and I hung out. It was our meet up place, but I wonder why he called me. He sounded so urgent, and he left so many calls I chose to ignore.

I entered the cafe, the bell on the door chimed as I walked in. The rich aroma of coffee and baked goods hit me hard, making me fall in love with the place again. I smiled at the owner, she was familiar with me and Jungkook as we were one of the oldest customers, visiting this place ever since it opened. I saw Jungkook sitting at the far end table, I walked to him, and sat in front of him, making him flinch.

"Hi." I smiled, putting my tote bag on the chair beside me.

"Hey." He didn't smiled, infact he looked like he didn't had sleep last night. There were eye bags under his eyes and he looked pretty distressed.

"Are you okay?" I asked, feeling concerned.

"I'm fine." That was a lie, I could feel it.

"Don—" before I could speak further, the barista called his name, making him abruptly stand up from his seat. The chair screech as he stood up and hastily walked away. My eyes creased, there were something off with Jungkook. I could feel it in my bones, he was behaving utterly different.

"Eat up, it's on me." Jungkook said as he put iced americano and crossiant in front of me. He sat in his seat and sipped on his caramel frappuccinos. I nodded, and sipped on my favourite drink.

"So…" he trailed, as if he was finding proper words to speak. "Did you remember what happened last night?" He asked.

"Besides getting drunk, making clown out of me, giving my landlord a hard time and…" I stopped, I chose not to tell him about the kiss part. He didn't have to know, that would be embrassing, few weeks and I giving kiss to my landlord, few more weeks and I'll be fucking him. "passing out, nothing." I looked at him. "Is there something I should remember?" I asked.

He took a deep sigh. "I hope the Sam Sunhee Syndrome stage four was a joke." My eyebrows creased, upon mentioning the name my mumin flashing memories of me telling someone how I was going through a deadly medifictional condition called Sam Sunhee Syndrome. I brusted in laughter, it sounded so made up, I wonder how people around me believed me in the first place.

"It was a made up shit." I laughed, and saw Jungkook's shoulder relaxing.

"I knew it, I knew it when I searched on google and found nothing but a fanfiction."

"That's because it's the name of a fanfiction character."

"Seriously?" He was offended. "I was so worried about you."

"Aw, I'm sorry." I apologized. "Is this why you look so messed up?" I asked, making him flinched— as if I shouldn't have asked that.

"Actually…" He trailed, his eyes narrowing as if he was thinking whether to speak or not. "Last night, something happened at my art gallery." He spoke.

My eyes widened. "What happened?"

"Someone broke into my art gallery last night, and they stole a few paintings. Thirty two paintings to be specific, which happened to be two of your paintings." My heart fell when I heard him. He looked at me, and grabbed my hand. Softly squeezing, he proceeded further. "I thought of not telling you that, but you deserved to know it."

I couldn't listen to his voice, my head was too occupied to hear him. I was thinking of everything at once. My paintings were stolen, someone stole my paintings. So much bubbling in me, as if they were five awful stages of grief but make it more intense. First I was washed over with shock, enormous shock. Made me so confused that I questioned, why would someone steal my painting? I was not even a known or special artist, nor did my paintings have any money value. Second it was resentment, sheer anger and humiliation. Why would they steal my painting!? How dare they steal my paintings! It left my body shaking in exasperation. And in the end, it left me with grief. There was nothing I could do other than questioning the same thing again and again.

I wanted to cry, cry so bad but I held myself.

"Police are searching for that person, the security camera did capture them— but it's not clear enough." My attention went to him, finally coming out from my thoughts. I nodded absentmindedly. "You don't have to worry about anything, my I will cover everything."

"No no, it's fine." I waved my hand, my voice barely stable. I was sure he must be facing a lot of things right, and last night I wanted to take advantage of my friend in his hard times. I felt bad for him, as much as I felt bad for myself. "You don't have to. I'm sure you're facing millions of won."

"No Raemi, please—"

"It's fine Jungkook, it wasn't your fault that someone robbed your art gallery."

"But I insist—"

"I'm not short on money." I was. "It will be fine, I'll make a new art piece." I don't think I could.

I was shameless enough to take favor and hell from other people, but when my best friend is going through loss and hard times, I can't be selfish? Can I? I went through the loss of two paintings, he went through the loss of thirty two paintings, plus police and investigation puts such mental pressure. Not to mention, other expenses. I can't be a selfish friend, I have barely given anything to Jungkook whereas he has already done too much for me. This is the least I could do.

"The coffee is good." I spoke after I took a long sip. He didn't say anything, but looked at me. I could see pity forming in his eyes, and I hated that look. Though I was indeed pitiful, it wasn't an exception. But I couldn't say anything to him.

"The coffee always tastes the same." I heard his low voice, I found it difficult to gulp the liquid down my throat. It felt like someone had me in a chokehold and I would only be able to feel free if I cried my heart out. I didn't speak a single word the entire time, and so did Jungkook. We ate and drank in heavy silence, it was heavy but it was what I needed. I couldn't bear small talk right now, not when I can barely form a sentence.

I slowly stood up, the chair made noise gaining a few people's attention. Jungkook looked up, and saw me, then his eyes went to the empty plate and coffee glass.

"I'll call you later." His voice was soft. I nodded, and walked out of the door. I felt bad, bad for Jungkook. I was indeed overreacting in comparison to Jungkook. Man went through such a huge loss whereas I was bitching about two paintings. It should be Jungkook, who should be on the verge of crying and me consoling him but it was the other way around.

I gulped, and felt like choking on it as I sat in the bus. The bus ride went in a haze, too foggy for me to remember. The bus conductor had to call me out twice to gain my attention, telling me my stop had arrived and yelled at me to get down. I quickly get down and began to walk my way to apartment building. My steps were slow and heavy, poor head clouded with so many things. Part of me was calling myself stupid, for not taking help when it was knocking my door. Part of me was happy, at least I somehow helped my friend and didn't hoader his money when he was at difficult situation. Part of me was sad and angry at what happened, and part of me was worried about how am I going to pass this month, or upcoming days until I paint something and it brings me money.

I took a deep breath when I stood in from of the door. I punched the obnoxious date in the lock, it was so traumatic for me that I could never forgot it. It beeped and opened, and I entered in immediately meeting with silence. My eyes fell on two kids who were sitting on the carpet, with couple of books surrounded by them.

Minwoo's eyes lit up and and soon disappeared when he smiled upon seeing me.

"Ramen, come here. I'll show you what I did in school today." He smiled and gathered his books while Minhee returned back to her work as if I doesn't exist.

"Not now Minwoo." I felt bad for rejecting his excitement. His smile fell and he looked at me, softly mumbling an okay. I felt worse now, I can't see his sad face. I fake a sneeze, and another sneeze. "I would love to see it, but sadly I'm sick." I pretended to sniff. "I think I caught a cold."

"In summer?" Minhee looked up from her book.

"It's a summer cold." I replied. "Very contagious than normal cold. Better stay away from me." I made excuses to support my lie, and took a couple of steps back from them, and went straight to my room. Once I reached my room, a huge blow of exhaustion washed over me. My body crumbled on my bed, floppiing down as if I just went to war and returned back, defeated.

I took a deep breath, trying not to break but I couldn't hold any longer, and burst into sobs. Soft cries left from my mouth as I continued to cry my heart out. Everything poured out from my eyes, everything which I was trying to hold back so hard, couldn't.

The dam broke and the motherfucking water leaked.

I didn't hold back, couldn't hold back anymore as I cried and cried. The anger, disappointment, sadness, and pain formed in tears and escaped. I took low sobs, my heart was clouded with worry— but moreover it was crying in betrayal.

Betrayal? Yes. Why does it always happen to me? Every bad thing, every bad thing possible happens to me. And each time it happens, I always put my faith and tell everything will be fine, but it doesn't! It gets worse and worse until I can't take it anymore.

As I was crying, sobbing my miseries out I heard the click of the room opening. I thought it was Minwoo, perhaps he heard my obnoxious cries and came to check on me.

So sweet of him.

But I can't handle this right now. Right now I want to be all myself. Usually I indulge myself in painting or reading, but right now I'm in no state of doing any sort of activities.

I looked up from my bed, hoping to see a small mochi standing near the door but instead I found a big one. I took a sniff, and wiped my runny nose and eyes from the sleeves of my shirt. I watched Jimin who was standing, his eyes widened and mouth opening and closing like a fish, as if he was thinking of speaking. Without saying anything, he turned away and walked out of my room.

I wasn't fazed, I was expecting something like this from him. I mean come on, he's a mean landlord who doesn't like me and I'm his annoying paying guest. Besides, we are not close enough to console each other. Leaving me on my own was the best thing he could do right now.

As I was thinking this, the door opened again drawing my attention from my thoughts. He came back again, let me guess, to give me a fine lecture how it's not fucking good to come back his home, drunk and wasted? But wait— if he is going to have a talk with me, why is he holding a glass of water?

I blinked twice, trying to understand his purpose for a second visit. I sat on my bed and watched him walk towards me. Now this was my turn to open my mouth like a goldfish as I watched the glass of water placed on the nightstand and sat on my bed.

For a moment he didn't say anything, as if he was questioning his decisions. However I? I was already fed up with everything. His presence made my emotions act up worse. I was about to open my mouth, shoo him off but what he did made my eyes wide.

He hesitantly motioned forward and slowly wrapped me in his warm embrace. A soft gasp left from my mouth when he awkwardly hugged me, and gently patted my back going to provide me some comfort. He was silent, maybe because he wasn't good with his words and never in his life had he said comforting words, but sure his actions were. My eyes became teary and once again I broke into sobs. It would have been embarrassing to cry in front of him, but at that moment I didn't feel any sort of embarrassment.

All I felt was his presence. He was there for me, even for a short time.

He kept rubbing my back, gently to provide me as much comfort and warmth he could. And never he said anything when I hugged him back and rested my head on his shoulder, crying and wetting his t-shirt.

Made me wonder if the sun rose from the south because if it was a normal day, I bet he would have taunted me— or at least a little mean sarcasm.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He softly asked once I stopped crying. His soft gentle tone surprised me. I shook my head in denial and I gently pushed him away, wiping my semi-dry tears away. It wasn't a smart idea to tell your landlord that someone has stolen your source of income and now you're nearly broke. No matter what, at the end of the day he will be my mean landlord and I'll be his annoying paying guest, even though he hugs me when I'm crying my heart out.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone." He stood up. "Drink enough water and stay hydrated, especially when you're crying like this." He pointed to his t-shirt which had a huge tear patch.

"I'm sorry—"

"It's okay, don't apologize. It's nothing." I nodded and watched him walk out of my room. I heard the soft click of the door closing and once again I flopped on the bed. I ran my finger through my hair, wondering what the actual fuck did just happened? This was not Jimean. As per as I know, that's not his character then why suddenly hug me? Didn't he hate me? Why? Why did he let me cry on his shoulder, and that gentle tone? Oh god, I'm overthinking so much.

As if I didn't have enough burden, a few more tags along.

I sighed and closed my eyes. My eyes began to ache, I cried a lot and it was probably time to sleep again. It's an effective way to forget all your problems, and I was going to do the same— until my phone chimed, notifying me that I received a message. At first I decided to ignore it, I was too tired and lazy to get my phone but it crossed my mind. Perhaps Jungkook was trying to contact me regarding the theft and that's I stood up from my cozy bed and picked up my phone.

My heart skipped a beat, not in a good way when I saw the notification, which was actually from J. I gulped and opened the message, that was probably my biggest mistake since I decided I had enough stuff to overthink about.

Shawty:
You know I don't like my
paying guest much but
I just realized I don't like
seeing her cry at all

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A/N

Have been writing this since days. Wrote half ch in bed, anothe in bus ;) that's gonna be clg life

It might look like Raemi's overreacting but it's not, it hurts when it happens. Artwork pieces are like children and it fucking hurt when they are being copied or stolen. + It's her primary source of income.

Jimin's action were out of character? Yes. Do he has reason/s for it? Duh. Will we get to know it? Yes, next chapter. And it's beginning of character development.

Jimin is actually not a mean person. Of you look carefully he's kind. I mean, he helped JK when he has emergency, and now Raemi. + He always get angry when Raemi stay in her room and never comes out for dinner and breakfast (even though she doesn't done with them)

He's a soft meany, he's a sexy meanie. At the end of the day, he's a big meanie who needs some love. Hushhshs

Vote for idk, haven't planned the book. Drop your suggestion, if I like imma add ;) (I have vague ideas for books, gotta say daydeeam after publishing this chapter)

I gotta wake up at 7 to catch bus, it's already 2 :') clg = miseries. Not even a week and make me questions if it is worth it or not. All I want in life is to be a silky little teenager and write my silly little fanfics. Gotta marry a rich man who supports my dreams. I drop the idea of being a rich man.

Maturity is when you realize Peter Pan was one lucky son of a bitch.

ALSO HAPPY NAMJOON DAYY MY DADDY SLAYYYY. I WISH I HAD A DADDY LIKE HIM. AHHHHHH. HES SO EGGIE MY EGGIE JOON, I HOPE YOU ALWAYS STAY SEXY AND HAPPY. FUCK THEM, FUCK ME, FUCK US. PLEASE KEEP THRIVING. WE LOVE YOU. YOU'RE AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, EGGIE, SEXY, CUNTRUINER, BABY, DADDY AND OVERALL PREVIOUS LITTLE MOONCHILD. I LOVE YOU 🫦

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