Jimin POV:
One interrogation per night.
Those words had echoed in Jimin's aching head since he'd last heard them a night ago. He lay, splayed out on the hard gray couch, feet dangled over the edge as the red symbol signaled his new show loading.
So what if he had more than one question? That didn't make it an interrogation, did it? He was forced to be here with her after all.
"Aisshi," He groaned, shifting his weight and fluffing the pillow relentlessly. The couch was as hard as a rock. How could she not know that? Maybe she's never even sat on it. He supposed it could be true. He'd never seen the girl rest once since being forced to stay here.
Not that he entirely minded resting much, the peace and quiet was well needed, despite the pit of anxiety in his stomach over the lack of practice that had been drilled into him for years to never miss a minute of. But the girl...
Nam Cho-yeon.
He didn't understand her. She'd seemed like an average good samaritan, that was until he'd woken up in her apartment. She left every morning before he woke, and was back near midnight every night. If she ate, he never saw. If she slept, he wasn't sure how.
If Jimin was being honest with himself, it reminded him of his idol schedule. That dreaded schedule. How she did it each day, she must be like him in that way. Passion for perfection overdrives exhaustion. They really did have an uncanny amount in common, he'd realized. Now, if only she'd answer his questions so he could figure out more.
As if on key, the doorknob jangled, and a two soft footsteps crept in. He glanced at the clock. 12:03. Like clockwork.
The footsteps padded gently across what he assumed would be a freezing tile floor. The fridge opened with a squeak, following a plastic crease as she tried to open her kimchi and dropped the fork. She suddenly hissed to herself, as if chastising the noises she made. Jimin almost laughed. Cho-yeon thought he was asleep already.
A thought came to him suddenly and he laid down, closing his eyes in what he hoped was a convincing way. He tried to snore a little as she snuck semi-quietly into the living room to really sell it.
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Cho-yeon's POV:
He had to be joking.
Cho-yeon had stopped in the center of the living room, staring at the couch a few feet in front of her, bag still slung over an aching shoulder with a crumpled plastic kimchi box clenched in her right hand.
She'd done her best to be silent while entering and gathering her belongings, believing he would have fallen asleep by know like he should be doing to heal fast. Like she'd told him too. But instead she'd come how to whatever cruel joke this was.
This *. Aish, he probably thinks I'm a moron! I'll show him a moron..
Cho-yeon purposely dropped her stuff to the ground, her hunch confirmed with a twitch signaling how alert he was. Even the TV was still playing, the remote still right next to him! She held back a laugh. Couldn't even lie well.
She crept over to him, sure to avoid squeaking her socks on the floor, then stood right over him.
Without warning, Cho-yeon leaned down and blew air right in his face, sending his hair every which way across his forehead and a breeze to flutter his eyelashes. Jimin suddenly sprung up, hands braced against the back of the couch as he sputtered in confusion.
His eyes widened when he noticed her smile and smirk face. " Caught you. Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"
Jimin crossed his arms in defiance, trying to argue a failing point. " That was not fair! I was sleeping."
" Sleeping my ass."
He formed a shocked :0 face. " Miss Nam! Language please!"
She rolled her eyes and he shook his head disapprovingly and began a lecture. " It's never the ones you expect disciplinary problems from. Now if I could give you a demerit or a detention, I would-"
" Oh be quiet! That was the worst fake sleeping I've ever seen, you deserved it! And don't you dare, Miss Nam me!"
" How do you know I wasn't really asleep, Miss Nam? Hmm? How?"
" You were snoring like an antelope, Mr. Park." She deadpanned and he gasped, putting a hand to his chest as if he was mortally wounded.
" Those don't even snore!"
" Exactly, that's how bad your acting is."
" It was convincing enough!" Jimin suddenly rebutted.
" For who, the pillow you real drooled on during your fake sleep?" Cho-yeon countered.
" Ya! I was selling the story like all good actors do! I was improving." He cried out pitifully, pursing his lips into a pout.
" For your own sake, please don't ever become an actor. " She joked, smiling brighter as she turned to grab her things and finally go to her room. He raised an eyebrow.
Suddenly, Cho-yeon found herself pulled back sharply by her wrist and she was spun right before Jimin, who was now standing, backed by the couch. He had her in height only by an inch or two, allowing his eyes to easily meet hers.
He leaned his face closer to hers, a smirk drawn on faint pink lips. " Say that again to my face, Cho-yeon ssi. " He drew her closer so their faces were mere inches apart. "Tell me what I'm not good at again."
Cho-yeon froze, glued to his gaze. Dark eyes traced hers; flawless skin and a sharp jawline highlighted in the apartment lamplight of the night. And lips...He really was as beautiful up close as the saesangs and crazy fans had claimed-
WAIT WHAT. What are you saying?!
" That's enough." She suddenly pulled out of his grip, quickly looking everywhere but his face. He chuckled, tapping his foot.
" Not so bad, am I?" God, that arrogant face. She knew it too well, she made that face. But, somehow it felt different when he did it.
He's an idol. He's meant to be good at that stuff. Get yourself together. She mentally chanted as she shook off the confusing jitters.
" No, no you still- Cho-yeon's stutter was cut off by utter shock." Ya! Are you standing?!" She suddenly felt no remorse. " Sit down, pabo! It's too early for that!"
The young idol found himself nearly toppled over as tiny hands shoved him back onto the couch and forcefully swung his legs up.
" You shoved me again!"
" You earned it this time! No standing for another day, Mr. four broken ribs!" She chastised.
" I'm fineeee." He complained pettily.
" I'll be the determiner of that, seeing as I'm the real medical professional here."
" And I don't know my own body?"
She raised an eyebrow at his choice of debate. " How many times have you been injured and made it worse while trying to perform again?"
He froze, as if trying to undo the calculations she'd already done.
" If you can't remember, I could certainly just consult the most recent tabloids-"
" -Ya, ya! Ok, I'll stay sitting for another day." Jimin dropped his gaze and she grinned a little at the cute sad face.
Wait. No. God, no. Not cute. Just sad. She was smiling because she won. No other reason.
" Alright, actually sleep now. I'm going to bed." She ordered uncomfortably, hoping he didn't notice her shift in demeanor as she grabbed her bags.
"Hey."
She turned tiredly. " Yes?"
" What's your favorite color?"
" What?" Cho-yeon didn't even understand where that question came from.
" One interrogation per night." He repeated, and it took her a moment to even recognize what he was quoting.
Those were her words.
" Do I have too?" She asked. " Seems a bit strange."
" Not to me." He inserted calmly. " Besides, I'll sleep easier knowing my question was answered."
Cho-yeon cocked an eyebrow, tilting her head. He was strange, but she was exhausted, and didn't have time to argue.
" Red."
