District 9 [Felix Lee Fanfiction]

~Chapter 8~

Chan led her down the dimly lit hallway, his hand never leaving hers as they passed door after door. They continued walking until Chan suddenly came to a stop causing Yerin's body to crash into his. They stopped in front of a white wooden door that was similar to all the other doors in the house. Chan lightly knocked on the door before he reached for the door knob, twisting it to open the door. Yerin could feel her palms become sweaty, something that often happened when she was nervous.

The door remained ajar, revealing a plain bedroom for two. Only half the room was filled with things, she instantly assumed that the other half was hers. She looked around the room from outside, not moving from her spot when she saw the boy from earlier sit up against the headboard, a book in his hand. Her eyes never left him as she observed his features. At the same time, she couldn't help to think that he looked really good with the sunlight that shone upon him, casting a shadow at the foot of his bed. She hadn't even realized that Chan had step foot into the room until he beckoned her to come in.

She placed one foot ahead of the other until she stood in the room near where Chan stood. She instinctively linked arms with Chan, her gaze never leaving the blonde boy on his bed. When he finally looked up, their eyes met but she was quick to avert her attention to the black sheets of her bed. Although she wasn't looking at him, she could feel his stare bore through her back with every move she made.

Chan placed her bag on the empty bed, telling the boy to gather the 'other members' in the living room. Instantly, he got up and placed his book carelessly on his bed, leaving without questioning Chan's command. His deep voice echoed down the hallway as he called for the others, knocking from door to door. That really got her questioning on how much authority Chan really had in that household. She brushed the thought aside as she made herself comfortable on the bed. Chan sat next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. He told her to settle down and get used to the room before coming down to meet the rest, emphasizing on the fact that she could take her time. With that, he got up and left, closing the door behind him, his footsteps became faint as he got further away from the room.

She took a few seconds to take everything in before beginning to unpack her stuff. The first thing she saw when she opened her duffel bag was the white box that she treasured the most. She looked around the room before her eyes stopped on a white dresser that was near the door. She got up, dragging her bag along with her and sat in front of the dresser cross-legged. She opened the bottom drawer and stuffed the white box all the way to the back, just like how she did in her old house. Slowly, she began to unpack, working her way from the bottom drawer up, starting with her undergarments.

Once she was done, she left the bag next to the dresser and stood up, stretching in the process. She took one last look around the room, noting how the boy's half of the room was littered with dirty clothes. There was a pile of clothes and undergarments in one corner, the boy clearly unbothered by the mess that he had left behind. Slightly disgusted by the boy, she left the room, making sure to close the door before approaching the living room. She could hear hushed voices and she could hardly make out what they were saying. She couldn't tell how many people there were but she was sure there were more than five of them. And they were all boys.

She hid in the shadows of the hallway for a moment, trying to desperately calm her beating heart. The distant whispers caused her heart to beat faster as she thought of the possible things they might say about her. She mustered up the courage to finally step into the living room, her presence went unnoticed until she heard someone clear their throat. All of a sudden, all of their eyes were on her and she couldn't help but feel insecure. She stared at the ground, not daring to move from her spot. She heard someone shift around before approaching.

She was so grateful when she saw that it was Chan. If it were any of the other boys, she would have shied away and went back into the safety of her room. He gave his sister a reassuring smile before leading her to one of the couches. He let her sit next to a boy that looked younger than her. His raven hair, sharp eyes and pale skin made him look intimidating but it went away when he smiled. Yerin smiled back, comforted by how friendly he looked, fighting the urge to pinch his cheeks. She felt the couch dip next to her and she found her brother sitting next to her, smiling his goofy grin that she vaguely remembered from her childhood.

Yerin looked around the circle, stopping to scan each of the boys' faces. She counted nine in total. After looking at each and every one of the boys, her eyes stopped on the boy from before. She couldn't help but notice how his bangs hung low, slightly covering his eyes, and how freckles decorated his cheeks and eyelids. She flinched when he caught her staring at him and she quickly felt her cheeks heat up. Her eyes darted all over the room trying to avoid his steady gaze.