[WATTPAD FEATURED]
❝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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If anything, Namjoon had preferred to employ his seemingly last resort at the moment— which, very unsurprisingly, did not fall in line with the implication that Youngmi's words had sought to deliver.
At all.
Right after exiting the chamber, Namjoon had slunk and attached himself staunchly to one of the walls that stood adjacent to its entrance. He further craned his neck as though to affix his ear onto that wretched piece of wooden finesse called door, and unconsciously closed his eyes for what appeared like an attempt to zero in on the conversation that he was about to overhear— without the slightest trace of guilt in his heart.
To eavesdrop on someone had never felt so indispensable, so morally necessary. Even when he was aware about himself being inveigled by his curiosity into doing so, he could not smother it. His conscience had already been defiled anyway, and suspending the process midway would do no good anymore.
"I'm gonna have to take this to my grave. Yeah, right." Namjoon murmured to himself, his eyes blinking and lips pressing into a thin line.
The ethical conundrum may have begun to sink in, afterall.
"How amazing is it, that you turned out to be the one dentist who practices in this neighborhood? To be honest, I don't think amazing is the word I should've used," the male, as Namjoon had correctly figured out, took a brief pause before continuing, "because it looks more like the work of destiny to me."
Fortunately, Namjoon could hear a scoff that may have engendered as a response to that hackneyed pick-up line, immediately ascribing it to the feisty female whom he was so utterly enamored with. However, puzzlement eclipsed his delighted visage when she attempted to gloss over her discourteous reaction.
"For your information, sir, I don't feel comfortable with the flirting since it's just the second time that we've, erm— practically run into each other. My emphasized usage of sir might have made it clear already but anyway, you can proceed with why did you feel the need to see a dentist in the first place." Youngmi finished, a tiny smile dancing on her lips, presumably to compensate for the offense that the apparent stranger might have taken at her addressal.
"As expected," Namjoon piped, "she's so goddamn cool!" And began to punch the air.
Namjoon had in fact reckoned at times, vis-a-vis the somewhat hysterical rooting that he wound up doing for Youngmi whenever she would render people tongue-tied with her uncounterable ripostes. As much as Namjoon's fanboying over her was undeniably questionable, that particular quality was, all jokes aside, one that he had always aspired to inculcate in his personality too.
Because, or as he had assumed, that would bring them on a similar footing. The certainty arising from the fact that maybe, Youngmi used to find his company a bit tedious.
