Love or Destiny

Crossing the Line

She turned and froze.

An unfamiliar face stood in front of her. Tall, well-dressed and strangely confident. His eyes held a kind of boldness that immediately made her uncomfortable.

She gently pulled her hand free from his grip.

"Excuse me Mister, do I know you?" she asked, keeping her voice calm, though her guard was already up.

"I've been watching you for a while," he said casually instead of answering, as if it was the most normal thing to admit. "You seemed alone like you were waiting for someone."

A small frown appeared on her face.

"What are you trying to say?" she asked, her tone still composed, but colder now.

He smiled slightly, tilting his head.

"I thought you were meeting someone," he continued, "but since you're leaving, I think I have a chance."

For a second, she just stared at him.

What?

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice sharper this time.

"I'll be honest," he said, taking a step closer. "I think I like you."

Her eyes widened.

"What?"

"Yeah," he chuckled softly, almost nervously now. "Ah...can I have your phone?"

"Huh?"

"Your phone," he repeated, extending his hand. "Trust me."

She hesitated.

Everything about this situation felt strange. Wrong.

But before she could even decide, he gently took the phone from her hand and started typing something. Now she was mentally cursing herself for not using a screen lock.

She stood there, frozen.

Not knowing whether to be annoyed or just confused.

After a few seconds, he handed it back.

"I saved my number," he said with a small smile. "Don't worry, I didn't take yours."

She looked at the screen.

Suho.

"I'm not asking you to accept me right now," he added softly. "Just...don't reject me either. I'll wait for your call."

And just like that, he left.

She stared at her phone for a moment, still trying to process what had just happened.

Before she could think further, she turned and bumped into something hard.

Her breath caught as she looked up.

Taehyung.

He was standing right in front of her with a dark expression, looking furious.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered barely, more confused than anything.

She tried to walk past him. But his voice stopped her.

"Who was he?"

She didn't answer. She didn't even look at him. And she tried to walk away again.

"I ASKED WHO WAS HE JISOO!" he shouted this time, not caring about the place they were standing at.

She turned slowly, meeting his eyes.

For once, there was no fear or hesitation.

"None of your business," she replied, her voice steady yet sharp.