When he left, she curled up under the blankets, relishing in the warmth that he left behind. In the scent of him left in the pillow and in the sheets. She was comfortable in that spot, she didn't want to move from it. But as always, something or in this case, someone interrupted her.
Someone was banging on the door. She pulled the blanket over her head and covered her ears. She laid like that until it felt like the pounding had stopped. Slowly she emerged from under her covers.
She could hear someone talking and then there was a soft knock. She just laid there, waiting for who ever it is, to give up and leave. Then she heard a small soft voice, almost taunting.
“I know you're there. Come out or I'm calling your manager.”
She narrowed her eyes at the door. Whoever she was, started knocking continuously for what seemed like forever, but it was only a minute.
“I know you're in there, you left your car downstairs.”
The door opened, and Noona leaned against the doorframe, staring at the pretty young singer from last week. The young girl looked at her from head to toe, still wearing her baby god's shirt.
“I think you have the wrong door.” noona said to her.
“I think I do…” the young singer squinted her eyes, “No… Wait, aren't you the make-up artist?” She stopped, as if realizing something and started laughing, “You have got to be kidding me! You?! You're the one?” She laughed even more.
She tilted her head, “I can say the same. Except you're NOT the one.”
“I'm going to be… so you escaped.” She looked noona up and down again, taking in the over sized shirt, “So, where is he? Keeping the bed warm?”
Noona took a deep breath and smirked, “He’ll always keep my bed warm.”
The young singer tsk'd, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.
“What makes you think you're going to have him? Do you actually believe his manager is going to be any help to you?” Noona snipped.
The young singer, snobbishly flipped her hair, “What makes you think you can keep him? Look at you, look at me… I'm young and pretty and you're just, blah”
“Are you done little girl?” Noona took a step closer, looking down at her, “I'm going to tell you this only once… stay away from him, or...” she stopped herself, “stay away from him.” She stepped back into her apartment, slamming the door hard.
She curled up on the bed, covering herself completely.
“That little bitch, she knows what that sick son of a bitch did.” She hit her fist against the mattress.
She tried to sleep. They were coming back later, him and his two brothers. He told her they were the only ones that knew. But now, that girl, she knew too.
She tried to sleep.