In need of healing? Brew a cup of tea, watch the night sky, and get lost in this book's microcosm of worlds.
That stranger in a coffee shop,
Exes crossing paths,
he who haunts your dreams,
all in one galaxy.
Welcome to the Magic Shop!
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Admittedly, she hadn't been very thorough in her planning. How could she when she'd done it on the spot and with her brain still a little fuzzy? She glanced at Yoongi again, careful not to move too much. In sleep, his face held a child-like innocence. A curtain of freshly washed dark hair flopped down his forehead, shielding his eyes. Her fingers itched to brush the strands away, but she settled on digging her nails against her palms. Right now, the fear of this rare moment flitting away was greater than any other desire.
Yeoreum decided she would wait a little longer. If things didn't work out, she might never have this opportunity to be with him again. She had to savor it. Besides, judging by the way his lips were slightly parted and the pale lavender smudges beneath his eyes, she guessed he was exhausted, too. Let him rest. Slowly, she lay her head back down, closed her eyes, and allowed the scent of his skin to transport her to another time.
She was now at Yoongi's 10-pyeong studio apartment, the one near their university. Both of them were working on a group presentation together. Her friend, Hani, was also supposed to be there, but a massive typhoon was ravaging Seoul, pounding everything outside with a steady barrage of heavy late-Summer rain. Yeoreum, having left the dormitory earlier, was the only one who made it to Yoongi's place. She'd been staring out the window, wondering how to navigate the palpable tension that was also taking up space in the already tiny room when Yoongi stood next to her. Immediately, a smattering of goosebumps dotted her arm. As usual, she was hyper-aware of everything about him.
Yoongi smelled so good. He always did. More than once, it had tempted her to bury her nose against the column of his throat and inhale his delectable scent. Even now, her body swayed towards his drawn like a sunflower to the sun.
"I'm not sure you can go home tonight," he had said, thankfully oblivious to the damning thoughts in her head. "The news says this is the worst typhoon to hit Seoul in years. It's dangerous out there."
"Maybe I can take a cab?" she reluctantly asked.
In truth, she wanted to stay there. The possibilities of spending a long night together made her feel tingly all over. Maybe doing so would push things along. She was so tired of the limbo they were currently at. Everyone, even their usually clueless friends, could see there was something between them. Yet neither she nor Yoongi took that step over the precipice of friendship both aware of the gravity of the consequence. Except now, she didn't care about whatever cursed history their families shared. She was ready to fall.
"Maybe if the rain stops," he replied, sliding a doubtful glance towards the windowpane. "But I don't think it will."
"Yeah, I don't think so, too..."
The shrill sound of the emergency alert blared from both their phones. Yeoreum jumped, hitting her elbow against his arm.
