Curiosity in Room 305
680 Words
Jane cut through the rising tension between Andei and Jason.
“Ahm… we’ll head to our room now, Andei,” she said gently. “But I’m really happy we met again.”
Andei fell silent for a moment, then nodded. “I’m staying on the third floor of this apartment—the deepest part of the underground. If you want me to send a message to your family, I can help connect you.”
She hesitated, then pulled Jane slightly aside and lowered her voice.
“Jane… who is that man you’re with? Is he your boyfriend?”
Jane froze, unsure how to answer. “He just… helped me here. He’s a—”
Before she could finish the word *soldier*, Jason’s voice cut in from behind.
“Jane.”
It was as if he had read her thoughts. His timing was precise—too precise. Careful. Always careful.
Jane simply smiled at Andei. “Goodbye for now.”
Then she followed Jason.
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They made their way to Room 305.
Jason opened the door, revealing a surprisingly cozy space. Despite being deep underground, the room felt cool and calm. Intricate lamps surrounded the area, their warm light casting delicate patterns across the floor.
There was only one bed.
Without a word, Jason gestured toward it and helped Jane settle down.
“Go,” he said. “Rest if you need to.”
But Jane felt uneasy. They were alone. Completely alone.
Sensing it, Jason spoke again—this time softer.
“Don’t worry. I’ll sleep on the floor. You’re free to move however you want.”
Jane raised a brow slightly. “Mr., I haven’t even bathed since the hospital. I’ll take a shower first before sleeping. And maybe… you’re the one who’s nervous, that’s why you’re staying on the floor.”
A faint smile crossed his face.
She began preparing to bathe. They had barely brought any clothes from the hospital. The only thing Jason managed to grab for himself was a sleeveless shirt meant for sleeping.
Jane took it anyway and headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower.
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Back in the room, Jason sniffed his own clothes.
Jane was right.
He needed a shower too.
The sound of water hitting the tiles echoed through the room. It was strangely distracting.
Warm.
Too warm.
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Inside, Jane realized she had accidentally left her clothes outside. Her body was already soaked.
“Jason!” she called out. “Can you please hand me my towel… and my clothes?”
But Jason, momentarily distracted by the television, didn’t hear her.
Jane hesitated.
She didn’t want to step out like that—but she had no choice.
Carefully, she opened the door.
At the same time, Jason stood and walked toward the kitchen area—right near the bathroom.
They saw each other.
Both froze.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jason blurted out, instantly turning his back to her, his voice sharp with surprise.
Jane, instead of panicking, quickly grabbed her clothes from beside the door. A small smile formed on her lips.
In that moment, she realized something—
Jason wasn’t like the other soldiers she had heard about.
He was respectful. Controlled. Disciplined.
And yet… undeniably attractive. His presence alone carried strength and intensity.
For reasons she couldn’t explain, curiosity began to grow within her.
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On the other side, Jason stood still, his back turned.
But the brief image he had seen lingered in his mind.
He had seen many women before. In his world, it wasn’t unusual. But Jane—
Jane was different.
There was something natural, unforced, and dignified about her. She wasn’t someone who sought attention.
And that made her stand out even more.
Jason clenched his jaw slightly.
He didn’t like where his thoughts were going.
He couldn’t afford it.
He forced himself to shut it down—to lock it away.
His mission came first.
Always.
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Inside Room 305, the air grew heavier.
Not with danger—
But with something neither of them was ready to confront.
- Writer
