└ Townhouse

@Mun Junghyuk Im Jinah didn’t realized she was hungry until she took her first bite of the apple, the next thing she knew she ate it all and her stomach was left to rumble, still unsatisfied. When was the last time Im Jinah had a decent meal? She was too busy hunting down the evil group of mutants that she didn’t have the time to even eat nor rest. Now that she’s not busy anymore, she was starting to feel the tiredness and hunger kicking in.

She set down the carton of milk on the marble counter, searched for leftovers on the refrigerator only to see that there was none. What was left in the refrigerator besides the apple and the milk was three eggs, two canned beers and another two apples and butter. ‘Wow, when was the last time Kate gone for a grocery?’ Im Jinah thought to herself and shook her head in disapproval.

Jinah tied her hair in a loose bun and went to work. She took out the eggs and butter from the refrigerator, searched the wooden cabinets for a bowl, fork and a plate. In the process of searching, she found a salt & pepper canister, which she thought was lucky.

After preparing the needed materials and ingredients, she proceeded to cooking. She cracked open the two eggs in a bowl, added an amount of milk, a pinch of salt and pepper (there were no herbs).

She gently stirred the mixture with a fork until it was well-beaten. A male voice interrupted her as she was about to heat the pan. She looked in his direction, meeting his eyes. He was standing halfway inside the arch, his eyes on hers. “That’s my shirt” he said, Im Jinah stared at the too-large-for-her shirt for a moment and mouthed an ‘o’ in realization.

“Sorry- Are you Kate’s boyfriend?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as she awaits his answer.

“Wait I just have to-“ Im Jinah heated the pan to the right temperature needed to cook the omelette. She put a pat of butter into the pan, spreading it around as it melt before pouring the mixture of eggs and milk into the pan. “Where were we? Oh, right. Are you Kate’s boyfriend?” She asked once more, turning into his direction and this time, she didn’t even blink as she carefully analyzed the male standing before her.

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@Im Jinah After leaving the bedroom, Eric had set out to clean the apartment while the woman slept. First he started with the living room which was the dirtiest, clearing away the table to reveal that there actually was a table underneath all the trash. Beer cans clinked together and plastic bags rustled as he started throwing it all away. He had most of the room cleaned before the bag was full and he had to throw that away to get another one.

Once that was done and he picked up the rest of the trash, he moved onto the small hallway, and then the kitchen. He threw the bags away when walking downstairs and outside to the dumpster before coming back. Washing his hands, he put the stopper in the sink and started to fill it up so he could wash the dishes, or at least some of them. While it was filling up, he quickly went around the apartment to find any other dirty dishes and put them in the rack by he sink, putting some inside the soapy water. He turned off the tap to let them sit before moving to the bathroom.

There was actually nothing wrong with the bathroom, but he did leave the medicine cabinet open when he had been looking for the one bottle he couldn't find. Most of the pill bottles were all over the counter, some having fallen into the sink. So he picked them up and organized them by type. Not because he was picky or an organization freak (because he wasn't), but because medicine was one of the things he practiced with most. In fact, most of the pills were even the right kind of medicine anymore from all his experimentation.

When he was about to open the bathroom door to go wash the dishes, he heard the light footsteps in the outside hallway, and a female voice calling out a name. 'Kate?' he thought, trying to rack his brain to figure out why that name was familiar. Then he remembered. Kate was the girl who used to own this apartment before the crash on the eastern road, on the other side of town. He couldn't remember if she was the one who died, or if it was the trucker (although more than likely it was her) but he does remember the apartment becoming his after he bought it when her things were moved out.

So that meant...this woman probably knew Kate. So what did he do now?

Tentatively, he opened the bathroom door and shut off the light, shuffling down the hallway still only in his sweatpants and tank top since he didn't bother with changing. First he entered the kitchen, but didn't see anything except for a shadow in the doorway heading to the living room. He followed before standing halfway inside the arch, eyes finally meeting the sight of the woman from last night. Except, she looked much better than before (although there were still bandages on her arm), and she was wearing his shirt.

"Um..." he started dumbly, not really knowing what to say except for, "That's my shirt." Of course he was horrible at talking.

@Mun Junghyuk Last night would probably make Im Jinah’s Top five of worst nights. If she hadn’t been able to get away from those monsters, she was good as dead. They tried to convince her to side with them, just like old times. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. She had a deep cut on her arm as a souvenir from her encounter, she woke to see it carefully bandaged.

Realizing she was in Kate’s apartment, she scanned her surroundings- She was in Kate’s bedroom, in Kate’s bed. She glanced at the bedside table to check what time it was, ‘6:15 AM’, it read. There was a couple of pills and a glass of water, she carefully sat up-her body completely sore-and drank the pills.

She changed to a white shirt she saw hanging over a chair across the room, it looked like a dress on her petite frame, but it was comfortable and that was more than enough for her than her tattered shirt.

‘Kate?’ Im Jinah called out as she made her way towards the kitchen wearing nothing but the white shirt and undies. They are used being around each other that they don’t really bother trying to look ‘appropriate’, they’re best friends.

She opened the refrigerator, took out an apple and a half filled carton of milk. ‘You wouldn’t believe what happened yesterday.’ Im Jinah shouted across the apartment, laughing ironically on how she managed to survive and at the thought of how Kate would react to her last night’s encounter, but grimaced almost immediately because of her aching sore muscles.

@Im Jinah "In conclusion, if we continue to pollute our earth's atmosphere, we're looking at a virtually non-existent future for humankind. Perhaps animals will evolve and take over the planet once again, or everything will die out, we're still not sure..."

As the television continued to drone from a news piece about air pollution and its effects on the planet, Eric was lying on the couch, staring lazily at the screen. Beer cans and take-out boxes littered the table from his week of study in which he never left his apartment in order to practice. Of course, this meant he didn't pay attention to the state of his room, nor his own health. How he managed to actually take a shower that morning was beyond him, but his brain was too fried to think. It was like all the gears in his brain just stopped.

He almost would have fallen asleep listening to Dr. what's-his-name's voice talking about mutant squirrels the doorbell suddenly rang.

Fast as lightning, he shot up from the couch in a sleepy but surprised stupor. Rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes, he got up and walked to the front door, just wearing his sweatpants and tank top. However, when he opened it, he didn't expect to find a woman collapsed on his doorstep.

Quickly dropping down he turned her over to see where she was hurt, grimacing at the blood staining her shirt. He could see that the deep cut was on her arm and shook his head, wondering what he should. His first thought was to call the police, but that could draw attention. Not only to himself, but if there were people looking for her, they would certainly come.

Sighing, he put his arms under her and picked her up, silently carrying her inside and shutting the door with his foot. He carried her through the small apartment to his bedroom, practically the only clean place, and laid her down on the bed gently. Then he set to work on bandaging her up.

Once he was done, he stood by the bed with a glass of water and some pills in his hand. He frowned at them, realizing he didn't have the pills he needed. Instead of going out to the store though, he just looked at the, changing them into the ones he needed before setting them on the bedside table with the glass of water for when she woke up.

After making sure she was alright and didn't started bleeding again, he scratched the back of his head, walking out of the room to start cleaning the house. He was still suspicious of her and didn't want to be in the room when she woke up in case it was a set up. It wouldn't be the first time.

@Mun Junghyuk “We aren’t monsters. But we can be, if we choose to.”

There was a time when she thought she was, but then she realized she wasn’t.

There was a time when she chose to be; when she fell in love— with a monster.

Long before she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. (partly the reason why she joined), she found love. At least she thought she did. When people fall in love, they are almost willing to do everything to please whom they love. Im Jinah was one of them. She fell in love with the superior of a group of evil mutants, who took advantage of her telepathic abilities and left her for dead when they were done with her. Luckily, she survived. Since then, she’s been trying to track them down and put an end to their plan of recruiting mutants all over the planet and take over the world.

This time, the evil group of mutants was spotted in Korea. Im Jinah ended up obviously outnumbered, their number growing like dog lice. Today just wasn’t her lucky day. Her mass manipulation ability is quite too weak for the group’s number. S.H.I.E.L.D warned her that the time isn’t ripe enough. But she can’t just sit around and do nothing. She at least needed to try, and she did.

Im Jinah trudged limply on the empty street, turning to a corner at the end of the street towards her friend’s apartment.

‘It’s around here somewhere’, she thought to herself, searching for the apartment- the street, barely illuminated by a lone street lamp post. Her breathing was becoming labored, her chest burning and muscles shaking from exhaustion. The deep cut on her arm was still bleeding. She ripped the hem of her shirt and tied the linen around her deep wound to form a loose bandage.

Finally she found it. Her refuge when she had nowhere to go. Her friend would welcome her every time without question. She was human; she was Im Jinah’s best friend. She and her family migrated to Korea when they were younger, but for the past few years she’d been living on her own, proud to be out of her parent’s wing and of being independent. Im Jinah managed to reach her apartment’s stoop. She pressed the doorbell, and almost as if on cue, she collapsed.