Where The Compass Points. |Han Jisung

17- The Make Up.

I walked into the house, dropped my belongings, and kicked off my shoes tiredly. I made my way to the quiet living room. I turned on the lights before I lazily drop myself to the couch. I sighed once I landed on it. It was a long tiring day at work. We didn't have a proper break and kept rehearsing all day since the initial date for the performance was set.

I looked right and left for any signs of the guardian, but he didn't show up. Last time I talked to him was the day before, when he yelled at me and threatened me. I didn't realize that I was silently crying until I felt my tears staining my face. I'm not used to being yelled at. I'm not used to being scolded. Nobody had ever talked to me like he did and I guess that was the reason why I teared up.

I left him where he was standing and went to my bedroom, got ready, and left for my work. When I came back, he was nowhere to be found, just like now. The next morning he kept moving cautiously around me but I ignored his presence. I didn't even bid my goodbyes to the portraits as usual. I just acted like he never existed.

And here I am sitting in the living room alone.

I huffed before I pulled myself up to go to my room to change into my comfy home wear. I did change and refreshed quickly, then moved downstairs to the kitchen since I was super hungry. I stood opposing the nearly empty fridge with crossed arms. Honestly, I had no power to cook and there was nothing to be cooked anyways. I should do some groceries. Turning around, my eyes caught the box of cereals on the counter. I shoved my eyes to the still open fridge, luckily there was some milk left.

I grabbed the milk box and walked to the counter. I pulled my favorite bowl to pour the last shares of milk and cereals I had. As always, I took the bowl to the living room and sat on the couch. Feeling a throbbing headache, I didn't turn on the TV as I always do. I just sat there, silently, eating my meal powerlessly.

My meal wasn't finished yet when I felt the air around me getting colder. That was one of the signs I noticed about his presence. It always gets colder even if he doesn't blow any air or come close to me. I guess it was just his aura that made me feel that way.

It didn't take long before I could catch his actual presence at the entrance of the living room. I didn't lift my head up but I could sense him moving around, making his way to the armchair that became his spot. Or maybe it was always his spot that I didn't notice.

"When would you eat something other than those grains?" That was the first thing he said once he sat down on the chair.

"They are not grains." I snapped, not even looking at him but keeping my eyes on my bowl.

"Then, what are they?" He asked.

I lifted my head and looked at him annoyingly with furrowed brows. He was sitting in the opposing chair with the same aristocratic manner as ever, but something about him was different.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"Nothing. I am just being curious about when people started adding grains to their milk."