[C]rimson circles down drain. A disgusting orange tone given as water dilutes itâs irregular tone. It wasnât his. Not a single cut marred flesh. No source for crimson to flow.  Such knowledge  should relieve him, knowing he wasnât hurt was a good thing, wasnât it? Instead, Hae Sook finds it hard to keep down bile. Vomiting for a fourth time. Thankfully, he was able to shower. Slight guilt comes in knowing this wasnât his shower, much less his dank apartment. This place was much more welcoming, warm, and holding a more endearing feeling, how a home should be.  Hae Sook feels slightly envious.
Once heâs finished he finds clothing placed out for him. Not really worried about anything fitting properly, was there anything he couldnât fit in? Hae Sook is quick to change, normally not one to care if others saw naked flesh, yet deciding to have a bit of decency while in home of another. Especially one that was offering him helpful aid. Tossing towel overhead, Hae Sook heads out of steaming bathroom, feet padding against hardwood floor to lead him toward kitchen. At least he assumes. Â Spotting a familiar visage he quickens his pace, shuffling over to where woman seemed to be preparing something warm to drink. Steam exuded from cup giving that away.
Easily, Hae Sook hops upon counter-top, gaze trailing over feminine  frame briefly before he manages to lean back against cabinet.  Cocking head to one side, faint smile manages to press against tiers, words flowing out in a tone that held a lightness to it. Polar opposite to what he was feeling inside.Â
âIs that for me? Are you trying to bribe me, first a shower, now this.
Oh! is this your way of saying you want to have sex with me? Iâm sorry,
but I only accept ⊠750,000 a night. Thatâs a full packaged deal, but for
you..ah, I could cut you some slack. Maybe, ⊠550,000?â
