❝Well, love comes after. Adrenaline kicks on your body, fight-or-flight response is triggered. Whether you fight or fly, you do move. So, the rush is where it all starts. It's what makes you budge, what makes you change. Love comes after. The realiz...
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"I'm sorry for Mr. Kang. He is... sensitive." She flinches at my warm breath brushing the back of her neck, turning to face me with an intrigued look. Licking her lips as her green eyes scan down my face, she smiles, a smile that's very hard for me to read.
"It's okay. I can actually agree with him sometimes, so I don't mind."
"So, are you often running after bleeding teenagers and almost getting yourself arrested? These are your reckless 'sometimes's?"
She charmingly chuckles at my question, tilting her head to disguise her smile, but eyes never leaving mine. I smile like a fool at her laugh, but manage to shake it off before she notices.
"You got me in a bad day. My reckless 'sometimes's are in quite specific situations."
"Really? I wonder how you're like in this situations." I take a step further, closing the gap between us, and lower my head to lock my eyes with hers, smiling at how short she looks next to me.
Unlike what I expect, instead of keeping a safe distance, Rose's kind smile turns into a malicious smirk as she takes her own step closer, pulling up on her tiptoes so her lips can reach my ear. My stare is still straight ahead, but I can feel how close she is by her breath brushing my neck and the sweet smell of her perfume, an enticing vanilla scent intoxicating all of my senses.
"You couldn't handle it."
Surprised, but not more than helplessly allured at her words, I slightly turn my head to catch her bright eyes with mine, our lips so near each other that I have to hold myself back to not lean on the tiny bit that takes for them to touch.
"I couldn't handle what?"
"What I'd do to you in my most reckless state."
"Are you challenging me?"
"I'm rejecting you, Troy Bolton."
With that, she places her hand in my chest and pushes me back gently, gets down from her tip toes and a teasing scoff escapes her mouth before she turns away. I just watch her. Enchanted.
Touché, Dr. Rose.
"Does this woman have her head on her ass?! Is she a lunatic?! How dare she even ask for my boys' help?! She can only have left her common sense at that convenience store before putting foot in this fansign!"
I can hear Dr. Min's voice from inside one of the three ambulances parking in front of us. Our doctor is a typical middle age Korean man: loud voice, easily triggered and often found drunk in cheap bars. He bursts out from the van, spreading his arms dramatically to open both back doors and wastes no time before running towards me and the rest of the members.
