Wicked Game

011 : The Kiss

Days passed and it was exactly a month after Seokjin's confession under the moonlight.

He was a man with his words.

He really delayed his project and waited for her.

That project could be a milestone in his life.

But he delayed and dropped it for her.

Dahyun's feelings were growing more and more as each days went by.

She was sure of her feelings but she was just waiting for the right time.

Dahyun stopped walking as she saw Seokjin leaning against the tree,probably waiting for her.

He looked stunning as always.

The raindrops were slightly falling but not that heavy.

She was about to walk towards him when his eyes met hers.

He smiled and tried to walk towards her but Dahyun stopped him.

She quickly ran under the tree as she hovered the umbrella over them.

"It's raining,oppa. What if you got sick like last time?"

Dahyun scolded him and touched his hair to see if he was wet.

Seokjin smiled and held her hand softly that was running through his hair strands.

"Then, I have a chance to sleep in your embrace again "

Seokjin said while looking down on her and Dahyun felt her cheeks burning hot in embarrassment.

Seokjin leaned down a bit because of height difference between the two to tuck her loose curls behind her ear.

"You look beautiful as always"

Dahyun's heart picked up it's pace as she blushed.

"I told you to go home, not to wait for me under this tree,oppa"

She again scolded him and tried to advert the topic.

She couldn't lift her eyes or else she was sure she would pass away because of his gaze on her.

"How can I complete my day without walking you home?"

Seokjin asked but it was better to be say "said-in-a-fact" while intertwining his fingers with hers.

Dahyun felt giddy sensation as her fingers matched his.

Seokjin fixed her hair that was in a mess because of wind before taking the umbrella from her.

With a smile on each face, they walked back home just like those days.

Dahyun glanced at Seokjin and saw how he looked so calm and happy.

Her eyes then darted on their hands that were enfolding tightly as if they were created to be matched just for each other's.

A smile curved on her face as she thought about them.