MIN YOONGI AU √
"You should stop smoking." I whispered, passing him a soft smile.
His face twitched in distaste as he heard my words. Lighting the cigarette, he inhaled it and let out a thick blow of smoke out of his mouth.
"This nicotine shit is...
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AMAYA
I waited impatiently for his reply. Staring at my phone's screen, I felt my my palms sweating in nervousness. Shit! I shouldn't have asked him that. What if he block's me right away?
It could be personal for him. Maybe he's not comfortable talking about it.
I snuggled in the blanket and kept on staring at the phone screen. It's been five minutes. Freaking five minutes but I got no reply for him.
Maybe he will not send me another text.
I put my phone aside and closed my eyes shut. The feeling of his warm lips over mine rushed in the back of my head and I couldn't help but wonder that how good it would be to kiss him again?
It was my first kiss and no I don't regret it all. It hurt a little at first to think that my first kiss was with a stranger who'll most probably never come back but when I received his text, a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
He said that it was his first kiss too and surprisingly I believe him with every nerve of my body.
For sure I'm going insane. I kissed a practical stranger and here I'm gushing over it.
As I was lost in thoughts, my phone vibrated. I quickly grabbed it and tapped on the message icon.
Unknown number: Yes, I have a scar on my face.
I knew it.
Amaya: I am sorry for asking you about this. It maybe personal to you.
Unknown number: It's okay.
I was about to send him a reply when his another message popped up.
Unknown number: Does it makes you uncomfortable?
Amaya: What?
Unknown number: Not seeing my face?
I played with my fingers for a second, wondering that if it makes me uncomfortable? Maybe yes. Maybe no.
Amaya: Honestly, I don't know. By the way what's your name? I mean I need to feed it in my contact list.
Lie. I want to know his name. That's it.
Unknown number: You can call me Min.
I quickly saved his number in my contact list.
"Hey babe!" Isabella walked through the door, releasing her hair from the high ponytail.
I quickly locked my phone's screen and tried to act normal even when from inside I'm gushing over his cute name.
