The sequel of 𝘎𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘖𝘕 • 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 1
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮?
➵ fluff to make your heart flutter 💖
➵ some smut moments... just because 😏
➵ a happy ending for everybody
➵ main characters...
(sorry I went too fast when making these fake texts and got the sides mistaken: it's Yejin texting Micha, not the reverse 😂 )
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I pushed the fancy door of Seoul's private - elite - clinic when I heard someone call my name.
"YEJIN!!"
I turned around, frowning at the familiar female's voice.
I had not heard it since July.
"Yejin!" the high-pitch voice called again, her little figure running towards me, her curly hair flying around her heart-shaped face.
Chohee.
The eighteen-year-old girl who was working with me at the hostess bar.
It felt like a thousand years ago. But it was just a few months away.
The one I saved from that crazy dude in the back alley of the bar.
I sucked in a breath.
I remembered I had texted her after the incident. I just wanted to know if she was alright.
She never answered back.
I did not mind it, obviously. We all had our own ways of dealing with traumatic events.
And if her way included ignoring everything and anything related to it... I could relate to that.
I was using the same defense mechanism.
"Hey, Chohee!" I greeted her back with a small bow.
"I'm so happy to see you!" she brightly smiled, her cheeks rosy from her running around.
I blinked and smiled, slightly surprised by her enthusiasm since she had not replied to my texts.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, her big innocent eyes looking up to me.
I was already considered small, but Chohee was like... really small.
"I'm visiting a friend," I shyly answered.
I showed the little gift in my coat's pocket, and she smiled, happily nodding.
I had no idea what to gift Yoongi - a millionnaire - as a "get well soon!" gift. I only remembered having cold feet when I was at the hospital - twice - in the past months.
So, I bought him woolen socks.
"What about you?" I asked back, trying to feed our polite chit-chat.
We didn't know each other very much. She had just started working at the hostess bar when I had decided to stop working there.
