Scene 1: The Aftermath of the Shower Incident 

Seo-Jun stormed out of the bathroom, face burning, still hearing Nikolai’s quiet laughter behind him.

This was a mistake.

Letting him stay was a mistake. Bringing him here was a mistake. Everything was a mistake.

Seo-Jun slammed his door shut, rubbing his hands over his face. What the hell was that?

The heat of Nikolai’s body still lingered against his skin, his sharp gaze still burned in his mind.

Seo-Jun groaned.

“You’re overthinking it.”

But then he remembered Nikolai’s smirk. His teasing. The way he just laid there, completely unbothered.

Seo-Jun grabbed his pillow and screamed into it.

The next morning, Seo-Jun tried to pretend none of it happened.

Unfortunately, Nikolai existed.

And he had no plans to make life easy.

Nikolai had taken over the couch completely. Blankets, pillows, his shirt lazily tossed onto the armrest. Like he had lived there for years.The mess was getting worse. More dishes, more misplaced objects. Seo-Jun was convinced Nikolai was doing it on purpose.

He was eating his food without asking. Seo-Jun opened the fridge and nearly lost his mind.

 “You ate my leftover fried chicken.”

 “Yeah.”

 “I was saving that.”

         “Not anymore.”

  “Nikolai, I swear to—”

Seo-Jun closed the fridge and took a deep breath.

Murder was illegal.

Scene 3: Unspoken Tension – What Are They?

Despite the constant irritation, Seo-Jun found himself watching Nikolai more.

How he moved despite his injuries, never letting himself appear weak.How he never talked about where he came from, always dodging questions. How he watched the door sometimes, like he was waiting for something—or someone—to come.

Seo-Jun didn’t ask.

He wanted to. But he didn’t.

Instead, he let the silence stretch between them, an uneasy truce neither of them wanted to break.

Scene 4: Sunday Conversation – Questions That Shouldn’t Be Asked

The day stretched on quietly.

Seo-Jun sat on the couch, flipping through his notebook, trying to ignore the fact that Nikolai was just lying there, doing absolutely nothing.

Nikolai stretched, letting out a slow breath before glancing at him.

“So… what do you do for work? Or do you just sit around and write all day?”

Seo-Jun frowned. “I’m a teacher.”

Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t look like one.”

Seo-Jun rolled his eyes. “What do teachers look like, then?”

Nikolai smirked. “Miserable.”

Seo-Jun sighed. “I was on vacation. I’ll go back in tomorrow. Hopefully, when I come back, my apartment will still be intact.”

Nikolai stretched his arms behind his head. “No promises.”

Seo-Jun ignored him and kept writing.

But after a moment, Nikolai spoke again.

“So… do you like it? Being a teacher?”

Seo-Jun hesitated, tapping his pen against the notebook. Did he?

“I do,” he said finally. “But sometimes it’s rough. I teach high school. Teenagers aren’t exactly easy to deal with.”

Nikolai smirked. “I can imagine.”

“But I love doing my job,” Seo-Jun continued, staring down at his notebook. “Even when it’s hard.”

There was a pause. Then—Nikolai snorted. “You’re wasting your time.”

Seo-Jun frowned. “Excuse me?”

Nikolai gestured lazily toward him. “You could do something better. Something that actually pays well.”

Seo-Jun narrowed his eyes. “Like what?”

Nikolai shrugged. “You could be a model. You’ve got the face for it.”

Seo-Jun stared at him, caught completely off guard.

“What?”

Nikolai smirked. “I’m just saying. You’ve got a good figure. You’re handsome.”

Seo-Jun blinked. Did he just—?

His face felt warm. No. He was not going to entertain this.

“I’ve always wanted to be a teacher,” he muttered, clearing his throat. “Even with the hardships, I enjoy it.”

Nikolai hummed, watching him. “That’s stupid.”

Seo-Jun sighed heavily. “Thanks for your insight.”

Another pause. Then—Seo-Jun looked at him carefully.

“How about you?”

Nikolai arched an eyebrow. “What about me?”

“What do you do for a living?”

Nikolai leaned his head back, smirking slightly. “I kill people.”

Seo-Jun didn’t react.

“Are you the son of a mafia or something?”

Nikolai chuckled, but didn’t answer.

Seo-Jun sighed. “So, you’re rich?”

“Something like that.”

“You don’t work?”

Nikolai tilted his head, watching him lazily. “Not in the way you do.”

Seo-Jun hesitated before asking the last question.

“Do you want to tell me what happened to you?”

The smirk immediately faded from Nikolai’s face.

Seo-Jun didn’t look away.

“Why did you want to die?”

Silence.

Nikolai’s expression remained unreadable.

Then, without a word, he stood up and walked away.

Seo-Jun didn’t stop him.