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❝But what can I do when it's you I have the sweet tooth for?❞
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As much as Kim Namjoon was smitten with Shin Youngmi, the latter was equally oblivious of the fact. Basically, his ceaseless patience was to blame, which also end...
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It was a good day, the quintessential right day, to start believing that felicitous disclosures may finally gauge a course that would wind up leading to him. That was how his life ought to unfold from now onwards anyway, for his lifelong friend— imperturbability— had been relentlessly getting the best of him for as far as he could go back to recollect.
What ever happened to the universal notion about patience being bitter but not its fruit?
It was definitely not seeming like working out in Kim Namjoon's case, or else he would have ended up long back with what he had been after so persistently all this while.
Namjoon attempted to catch a breath as he let himself be consumed by thoughts alike to this one— unquestionably analogous to what would popularly be referred to as pessimism— before entering into the wonted, weekly sojourn of his that he had been heading towards.
He pushed the glass doors open, melodies originating from the attached wind-chimes immediately ringing in his ear. The man however, felt ridiculously taken aback at the sonorous outcome of his meddling— his gaze staying fixated at the object for a whole minute substantiating that.
"Been tweaking the interior, huh?" Namjoon remarked, garnering the attention of the receptionist in an instant. "I almost got a heart attack because of them but that doesn't really matter anymore. They're pretty, by the way!" He nodded his head as though internally agreeing with what he had said.
Before the addressed female could utter a rejoinder to return Namjoon's pleasantry, the latter had already trudged his way deeper into the structure. Gasping in hesitation, he gripped onto another handle— particularly belonging to the one door that would usher him into the chamber that he had been dreadfully looking forward to— before ultimately forcing himself inside.
"H—Hi senior, were you waiting for me?" Namjoon initially stuttered, but soon managed to collect himself when the one whom he had aimed the question at, replied with an endearing smile.
"Even though you don't really need to come here anymore, it's always nice to have you around, Namjoon. Well, not entirely," the supposed senior replied, causing Namjoon to furrow his brows at her sudden change of stance, "I really hate it when you splurge you money like that. Seriously Namjoon, is it a compulsion? I can name a few contacts of mine if you—"
"Why, have my visits been banal lately?" Namjoon chuckled dryly while simultaneously settling himself onto a chair. "If so, then I'll try to search for some new jokes to keep it interesting... Anything for you, senior."
In that moment, it appeared as if Namjoon's eyes cradled stars within them. They glimmered as vividly as ever, possibly due to the effect that the woman sitting across usually had on him. His lips eventually curled into a smile— they were the least bothered about saving him from the imminent embarrassment— providing him the incentive to dive into the ocean of reveries that now laid in front of him.
