Seungcheol got off the bus with a satisfied smile on his face, he looked back to see if she is following him. Hari looked at Seungcheol as if she is going to commit bloody murder, but unfortunately for her, she still has to follow him off the bus. They are four stops away from where she was supposed to get off and two stops away from where he said they'd get off. She doesn't know her way too well, so unfortunately she is left with no choice.
"Oh come on, don't look so grumpy my lady?" He said in pure mischief. He finds her glares cute rather than scary, he doesn't know why he's feeling this way again but, will there be any answers to his questions? He has no idea. "Girls would kill to go on a date with me," he added proudly pressing a lot of nerves to the lady he's with.
"kill? I would rather kill you right now!" She yelled making people passing by the bus stop look at the two gorgeous people weirdly. "And how can you call this a date?! This is kidnapping!" she walked in front of him to face him with her hands on her hips and give a killing glare through her eyes, she is furious alright.
But, he just smiled. "How can you call this kidnapping? I didn't force you to follow me off the bus," he looked at her as she digested the information he has given her. Her face full of emotions, he just can't take his eyes off her. Everything about her just so true and raw, she might be growling most of the time but she doesn't hold back. Maybe that is why I'm so drawn to her, he thought
"I ... I don't know where we are okay!" she soften her stands and turned her back on him, embarrassed "I only followed you because; I have no freaking idea how to get home from here. And if I'll call my sister she is just going to nag and she's going to tell our parents and I'm going to get grounded and ..." She gasped, why would she be embarrassed this isn't her fault! "This is all your fault!" she yelled as she faced him, once again. "If you didn't trapped me inside that bus I could have been home by now! Ooh! You are so annoying!" she nagged at him stomping her foot to emphasize her point and just having a total outbreak.
To the passer-by's, they look like a regular couple fighting, a beautiful couple. He couldn't help but stare at her actions; every movement doesn't escape his eyes. She is full of emotions, free to express herself without thinking of prejudice and judgement from the people around them. But he will never tell her that, or anyone else.
"I really like that side of you," he smiled genuinely, no mischief, no sarcasm, just a pure, small, sweet smile. Then he started to walk ahead. She was taken back; she did not think this guy was capable of doing something without being all sarcastic and mischievous. But, she is still irritated with what he did, so she'll let that small thing left unnoticed. She thinks changing their phase right now would turn things awkward. She then followed him.
"You like this side of me, the side that wants to murder you?! Are you crazy? Well I guess you are, but still!" She caught up to him, walking side by side. He, on the other hand slowed down and matched her pace, so they could walk side by side.
"Don't be so harsh, my lady. Those foul words should not come out from my lady" he held his hand to his heart and acted like he was hurt and devastated and his actions where full of pure sarcasm. "Being so angry all the time is not good for you, you'll get wrinkles," he joked and winked at her.
"Wrinkles? Do you think I would care about that now?!" she gasped in disbelief. "I'm lost. I don't know where I am. It's getting late and my parents are going to kill me!" she looked at him as if he is the stupidest person is the world, but still they are walking side by side, matching each other's step. From a stranger's point of view, they look like those people who knew each other for so long that no matter what they will always know each other's pace, where each one is headed.
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The Bad Boy's Match
Teen FictionThe bad boy's match Trouble is rolling in our lives We fight for things we want We show that courage in us thrives In our might, love is something we can't You are mischievous and I am feisty Our combination spells trouble Yet, who are we, when fate...