EDITING
" through laughs and warfare, for three years
i loved her. i'd do anything to protect her. but
i never thought that'd become my job.
i'm a spy, but she didn't know it. what she did
know was how much pushing me away hurt...
but she did...
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Jin: I think someone has an article of clothing to remove... His teases never fail to be followed up by him nudging my arm or chuckling, pleased with himself. This time around, he went the route of being pleased.
But somehow, every time he gets ahead of himself, I have something to make that confidence come tumbling down.
I feel bad about it sometimes, but as for today, there's no harm in playing a little game on him. I mean, it is game night after all. Me: yeah, yeah. I know how the game works. And that I did. I knew. So I went straight for the hem of my sweater.
Jin: wait! Are you actually doing this? As a response, I lift my sweater further my stomach now being on show.
Jin watched in silence, eyes never leaving my figure, following every inch of movement of mine in anticipation.
As children, we're taught to be patient. Slow and steady wins the race right? In this, case...wrong. No matter how patient Jin was at waiting for my shirt to come off, he wouldn't get what he was oh-so-patiently waiting for.
Jin: you have got to be kidding me Me: what? It's cold! Don't expect me to walk around in just a sweater. So, as my sweater came off, leaving behind a short-sleeved shirt underneath, Jin laughed. What else could he do but laugh?
Ah yes, wearing another shirt underneath. A trick as old as time. Cruel? I wouldn't say that...in my defense, the game rule isn't to be left shirtless after knocking the tower. You just remove an article of clothing.
Jin: Okay, I get it. You're always cold, so you saved yourself from this round, but the thing is, I have nothing under this. So I knock over the tower, and you see everything.
Me: since when do you have a problem with me seeing everything. I laugh as I fold my sweater, getting distracted every now and then by his subtle movements. Jin: touchè. But I don't need to worry anyway. I'm not losing. At this point, he acted as if he was so sure of himself when deep down, he knew he sucked at Jenga.
