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Shifting in my seat, I reached out to interrogate him about this, "Nam..." But I trailed off midway, stuffing the expounds in my mouth. I quaffed down the lump in my throat, his face mere inches away from mine and every second, closing in the gap. Fragile suppositions collapsed and I didn't retain to operate my circumstances anymore.
A gape evinced the influence of his minimal existence and that too of such hazard. My back was stilled with the contact of the locked door, imprisoned before him, as his hand trod on my left. He dived in nearer, inches transposing to centimeters, and with this vicinage, I was certain he could capture the abnormal rhythm of my heart. Fascinated with his irises, they gradually blended with mine and...
Click.
A notch fabricated in the ice between us with the release of this click from the door behind, "There you go," He averted from the threatening span to his former place, followed by stepping out of the car.
What the...? I thought he would...
Cursing my nonsensical self, a chill trudged down my spine on the frail drub of cold air, slipping in from the space behind. I got off his sedan, still not recovered from the buildup, leading to no payoff yet it was cogitating.
"Are you okay?" He asked, being a few feet away.
"Yeah," I assured him, switching from his face to the lit modern mansion. It gave off a scent of exquisiteness, every trail of its framework pleated with elegance. I followed him, ambling on the flat stairway, toward the elevated structure. Soft amber lights lodged on either side of it, every two steps. He reached out for the door, gesturing for me to be in.
Exploring the insides, I exalted its bewitching veneer in my discoursing converse. That lavishly complex erection was something Namjoon dreamt of owning someday, I recalled quite well.
"It's beautiful Namjoon, the kind you always wanted, I believe."
"You remember?"
"How can I forget?"
"I'll own a place much better than that," Namjoon pronounced, getting back in his tracks of strolling alongside me.
"Hmm," I trailed off, taking a look at the residence he mentioned.
"And I'd invite you over to my place before anyone else," He was in high spirits that evening, though eventually, he fulminated in laughter.
I couldn't restrain it for longer and gave in as well, "Yeah, we'll see about that."
His dainty chuckle was followed by voicing his thoughts, "Then you must remember I said you'd be the first person I'd invite."
A smile slithered upon my lips and my pointer finger wrapped the loose accessory around it that was put on my left wrist, "But I wasn't the first to be here, was I?
