Tension was rising, and we heard quietly yet intimidating footsteps walking through the apartment.
"Hyunjoo!" He yell. "Where is she?"
He opens the bedroom door.
We both flinched. We both cover our mouths with our hands, looking through the little opening in the closet.
Miss Choi's husband walks around the bedroom aimlessly.
"Mmmm?" he stopped. "Hyunjoo usually doesn't eat leftovers, especially curry."
"So who would have…*gasp*." He paused for a brief moment; the closet became really hot. Sweat was pouring down our skin. I was unaware that my arm was touching Miss Choi's milk jugs, and I felt her heart moving at Mach 10.
I try to reposition myself.
CRACK
(Ah shit.) It seems like I accidentally broke a small object on the floor in the closet, Miss Choi's husband quickly noticed and looked at the closet door.
He begins reaching his hands out towards the closet door.
We were both afraid, frightened.
At that moment he will find this out, and our lives will be ruined.
