Chapter 139: Plotting Your Slow and Painful Death, Han[June’s POV]
Of all people, why did it always have to be Ian Han? The guy literally convinced my dad that it had to be me, cleaning his room, because apparently, "June cleans like a pro."
Who even talks like that?
I stood at the gate, holding my cleaning kit in hand, trying to psych myself up.
One hour, maybe two tops. Then I can run off to Ash without being late for the party. It’s 12 pm. Party’s at 7. June, you got this.
The gate swung open and the butler greeted. "Hello, Miss June," he said. "Uh...I didn’t get a memo we were expecting you today."
"Yeah, Ian booked me," I replied, keeping it cool.
"Ohh," he murmured, lifting a brow. "He should be in. You can go meet him upstairs. You still remember the way, right? Or... should I show you?"
"Ohh, thank you, sir. I can manage from here."
He gave a single nod and walked away.
I stomped up the stairs, holding my cleaning kit, until I stopped in front of Ian’s annoying ass room.
I knocked, but he opened it before I could even talk.
"You’re two hours late," he said immediately. "What took you so long?"
I smirked. "Let’s just get this over with. I’ve got a life tonight."
"You literally delayed me," he said, crossing his arms. "I should’ve left home by now, and you decided to come at 12?"
"Fine, okay? I overslept," I shot back.
He groaned, dramatically flopping onto his bed. "You know I should’ve just done this myself. But no, you had to show up late."
I rolled my eyes, and grabbed the duster. "Yeah, yeah. Like you can clean your messy room yourself."
He sat up a little. "You know... you’re annoying when you do that whole nonchalantl thing. Its kind of... cute."
I froze. Cute? Did he just say... cute?
He groaned, muttering something under his breath about wasting precious minutes. "Fine, just be fast. I don’t have enough time anymore."
I rolled my eyes again, fully ready to ignore him as I started dragging out the vacuum.
Then, of course, he had to get on my nerves. "Oh, careful with that duster... don’t hit my hockey stick. That thing’s basically sacred."
I stared at him. "Sacred? Bro, it’s literally a stick."
"Not just any stick. My huge stick," he said, and oh... the way he said it.
My brain decided to start malfunctioning.
I wanted to throw the duster at him. Instead, I leaned over to grab a pile of clothes, muttering under my breath, "I do not like you."
"Mhmm," he said, stepping closer. "Sure. I don’t like you either."
I turned, grabbing the next pile of laundry.
"You know," he murmured, "if you weren’t so... chaotic, I might actually give you a ride when leaving."
I stopped. Slowly, I turned, raising an eyebrow. "How am I chaotic?"
"You heard me," he said, leaning back, clearly trying to look intimidating, but we both knew it wasn’t working.
I rolled my eyes again, because obviously, I don’t need rides from him anymore.
I was halfway through vacuuming Ian’s floor muttering under my breath, "how does a person even live like this?" When my eyes caught something poking out from under his bed.
I bent down to pick it up.
Then my fingers froze. Holy hell...and, yep.
A girl’s pink lace underwear was staring back at me.
I straightened up, holding it between my fingers. "Uh... Ian? Care to explain why your bed has a random girl’s underwear under it?"
He was sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling on his phone like nothing happened. "Hm? Why do I owe you an explanation for that?"
"Really?" I raised a brow. "Because last time I checked, there was a lingerie and used condom in your room."
He laughed, and kept scrolling through his phone.
I wanted to throw the underwear at him. I really did. Instead, I left it on the bed, muttering, "I just... I can’t with you sometimes."
"Can’t with me?" He leaned over my shoulder. "Or... can’t resist me?"
"But seriously, how do you always have girls over? Do they just always throw their underwear around?"
Ian’s grin was... suspiciously amused. "Maybe. Or maybe they just forget stuff. You’re cleaning my room like a private investigator, June. It’s kind of hot."
My ears were burning.
I shot him a glare. "Do you always have to be like this?"
"Always," he said, shrugging. "But hey, I wouldn’t blame you for being... distracted."
"Distracted?" I scoffed, trying to laugh it off.
Is he kidding me right now?
"Yeah," he said, stepping closer. "Like right now, for instance. You, me, this chaotic little... cleaning session. You’re totally flustered."
"I am not flustered," I said quickly, shoving a pillow at his chest. He caught it and grinned.
"Oh, come on, June. You’re literally glowing. Your cheeks are red. Your hands are shaking. Admit it."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well... you’re just irritating. That’s all."
"Mm-hmm. Sure. Irritating me, huh?" He leaned back. "I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this... more than you’d like to admit."
I groaned, crouching to grab another pile of clothes. "If I were enjoying this, I wouldn’t be plotting your slow and painful death, Han."
He chuckled. "Cute. I’ll take that as a compliment."
Ian leaned back on his bed, stretching lazily, his shirt riding up just a little and exposing the faint line of his abs and the curve of his lower torso.
I immediately yanked my eyes away...okay, not really. I mean... I definitely looked.
"Oh. Wow," I whispered to myself.
Internally, my brain was screaming: He’s ripped. Oooouu. Someone call the fire department because this is illegal.
Ian leaned back, and yawned. "Wait... are Dominic and Ash... like... dating?" His tone was casual, but the raised eyebrow said I’ve noticed everything.
Phew! Thank goodness he didn’t see me staring at his ripped body.
I froze mid-wipe, gripping the duster. "Mind your own business," I headed towards the bathroom.
"Come on, June," he called after me. "I’ve noticed them a few times. Ash came by to find Dominic after the game. You’re his best friend, did he tell you anything?"
I paused. "I don’t know. Really. None of your business."
He tilted his head, giving me that smug look. "Uh-huh. Sure. You’re definitely hiding something. I can tell."
I ignored him, brushing past to lock the bathroom door behind me.
From the other side, his voice softened. "Alright, fine. I’ll tell you this. I know they’re together... or at least I think they are. Can’t prove it yet, but the signs are screaming it. Ash stalking him after the game? Classic. And Vale sneaking glances? Yeah... not subtle."
My cheeks heated, and I clenched my fists around the rag. "Ian!" I shouted.
"I’m just saying," he added, "if you were planning to keep it a secret, you might want to... I don’t know... work on your poker face."
My poker face?