AMBUL

~ 24. New Friends ~

* He loves me? Can it be a truth? *
My visions were highlighted into a blurry version under the consideration I had never done over the current jammed relationship. Meanwhile, the maid Miranda had no idea upon my complexity somehow she might be conceiving if she mentioned something I displeased

Y/n: May be
I muttered with such heavy meaning behind those words no one could perceive except me. The morning breeze brought me into more intimate bewilderment guiding me into the maze which exit was swivelled with walls of thoughts of myself, or may be the walls never were the obstructions to the key of my heart to not more than of a stranger to him. May be I already lost the key into his hands beyond recognition of myself. But I still couldn't admit a confirmation, still coward

" I need to go to work, Y/n "
Those low keyed soft whisper swooning into my ears across the waft of kitchen, was actually someone I already expected. My atmosphere was thick choking me for no more baptize unless they were something he'd please to hear from the verge of his soul. That's not fair at all, forcing me for an answer between the two personalities of one human being, once he was belligerent changing my path into astray to his life not even giving me time to adjust and adapt my structure, one embracing me and my all exhaustions as a company everytime they needed someone to relent. Besides, all of this unexpected events weren't how I wished in my prayers, more than beyond recognition

Chanyeol: Another emergency contract. Weekend but I have to go
It didn't matter which reason it could be slipped out of him just my throat had been restricted by its choker of amaze. My soul had left my body empty with no action or orders. The whole potion under my torso couldn't venture a manner, not even a wiggle, with the exception of my head. Such a good luck. I responded him a slothful nod

Chanyeol: All the best for your inspection at the candy shop
See, I didn't even spill about going to candy shop but still regardless he was there reading my thoughts like a book. From time to time, he knew and didn't know like that making me confused to forecast him here and there, harder than forecasting weather

Y/n: Yea-yeah
Shocked took over in control on my visage

* Yea-? Yeah? Are you god damn crazy? *
I reprimanded myself gritting in disguise couldn't believe just stuttered in front of him. That should be the time I was saying like ok, or of course, you too, or non of your business being rude protectively contrary over my feelings. One word, STUPID

But still one got amused by my reaction only when I was slapping myself repetitively internally. Giggles, chuckles, chortles, snickers, smiles of his were my late nightmares twiddling and messing around me like a troll like now he's doing in front of me. I didn't even know if that's just me figuring out my new avengers power or just my brain got numb during my personalities scurrying and tussling over each others' perspectives. Time was frozen at the moment his soppy upper lip curled his brim upwardly and audaciously reflecting a temptation to my sight

Chanyeol: So excited? You can't even form a sentence
His words weren't enough for him to contact with my instinct hence already I was hearing but not listening well, reigning my sight with full frame of his features between the territory of his nostrils and chin

* Wait wait, was it even necessary? *
I was ghosted under his shield of height by the disclosure of our two entities. There, a pat on my back vented beside him flaring my cardigan floated on my bare waist. Just a blink of an eyes, just no longer than that to waft me his jasmine cologne in a wave of his body

Chanyeol: Drive carefully. I left my car in the garage. Bye
With that exclusive suit of navy blue blazer and light blue t-shirt underneath it concealing every inch of  his muscles up structures, match making with the same navy blue extremely long legs which I would never be fit in with my short legs, he sauntered outside exiting the main door. Again, he granted me to use his accessory again, which was full of his scent and touches, which explicitly or implicitly would embrace me with his naivety