"COLD-HEARTED." | Jumin H. (MM)

Chapter 6: Mysterious Messages

| [Y/N]'s PoV |

  I got woken up from a loud beep, and also a light ray of sunshine, shining down at me outside my window. I stretched and sit up, yawning quietly.

I looked out the window with my eyes still blinded by the sun. The storm finally stopped. I can see that it looks like it's a pretty great day today. I can see outside the window, a sun peaking out from the horizon. There are birds flying everywhere, making the view look prettier.

I turned off my alarm clock that's been beeping the whole time.

Ah, Monday. It's work days... again. I have to get up and prepare myself to work..

... Oh, wait, that's right. My boss fired me.

I slapped myself at the cheek. Checking my alarm clock, showing that it's 8:32 AM. I guess I'll just have to make myself some breakfast instead of going to 'work'.

I'll just cook some pancakes to make myself feel better.

I stand up, picking up my smartphone beside me but as I press the button. It didn't open. Oh, low battery. Guess I'm just gonna leave it charged for a while.

I'm starting to get confused if Jumin and Jaehee really join me at the RFA. I haven't heard a call from the both of them. I wonder if they're just too busy... or they don't really care about me at all...?

Of course not. Don't think so negative, [Y/N]!

I wanna see the both of them again, especially Jumin. Even though I barely know them, I missed the both of them. a lot.

I heard a growl from my stomach. I should make breakfast right now.

Bleary-eyed, I lazily went out my room and head to the kitchen.

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  I have eaten breakfast, done. Brushed your teeth? done. Watched the TV? done. Clean every room of this apartment? done..? I haven't clean my bedroom. Maybe next time.

Now I'm out of ideas. What should I do?

Heading back to inside room, I laid down on my bed. I turn to my side, seeing Smokey looking at me with his big eyes.

"Smokey, what should I do? I'm bored."

....

Why am I asking him if I already knew that he wasn't gonna answer anyway?

I look back at Smokey. I don't know why but I can't help myself and pretend that he's alive, meowing at me as he replies to whatever I said to him.

I love cats, but I never got a single pet before since my mother didn't like cats that much. So the both of them just gave me Smokey, a plush cat instead of a real one.

I wanted a real cat. But Smokey is enough for me for putting a small smile at my face. Even though he isn't alive, I love my Smokey. And I terribly regretted it for throwing him at Zen.